#also babies are boring and I can smell them through the screen

[venacoeurva]

Finding out an online figure is having/just had a kid is just a very “FOR THE LOVE OF GOD KEEP THEM AND THEIR FACE OFF THE INTERNETTTTT (and also please don’t turn into a family channel or some shit)” situation

[cillians-sweetheart]

Secret Boyfriend - Thomas Shelby

Thomas Shelby(39) x Fem!Reader(18)

Plot: Y/N has a new, secret boyfriend who she meets up with late in the night to avoid judgement from her parents as he is not quite what they would want, but perfect for Y/N in pleasing all her needs.

Content: Smut, age-gap, pet names, secrecy, oral (m), rubbing (m & f), car sex, riding, dirty talk (m & f), huge daddy kink, no protection, Tommy sounds kinda pervy but romantic too

(Modern day Thomas Shelby in this story)

Laying in my little white bed, I kick my feet and grin at my screen while I text my new boyfriend, Thomas. I’ve met him through the internet and have met with a few times late at night when my parents were asleep. 

I couldn’t have them find out I had been seeing a man almost 3 times my age. I was freshly 18, and still a child to them. They’d never understand what Tommy and I have. He was tall, and fit. And each time I’d see him he’d wear the type of suits he wore to work. Perfectly tailored to his figure, and always smelling rich and manly. There was no way I could keep my hands to myself when I was with him.

Most nights I’d run out to his car in the dark and we’d drive around the city to an empty road where he'd kiss, and caress me until the sun rose. His lips were always so gentle. And during the day I’d sneak away from everyone to text him. 

{“I miss you”}, I texted while smiling and giggling like a high school girl. I mean technically I was, so it made sense.

Just seconds after a new message pops up on my screen. {“I miss you too my girl ;)”}

{“how was work?”}

{“Ah, it was fine, just boring office stuff. Nothing interesting.”} Thomas sent while sitting alone in his house, still in his work clothes and also grinning to himself.

{“Can I see you tonight?”}

{“Won’t your parents be home, baby?”}

{“Please daddy… I need you”}

Thomas chuckled to himself, {“Haha baby, don’t do this to me. I really want to come and touch you but I don’t want you getting caught”}

{“When my parents go to sleep I can sneak out and come meet you. No one will see me”}

{“Oh baby, you’re just tempting me. You know I can’t resist feeling you… I’ll be there tonight.”}

{“Ok thank you daddy, I’ll see you soon”} 

I sent the message with my cheeks a flustered shade of pink. I quickly jumped up from my bed and changed into nicer clothing and quickly applied makeup on my smooth face. It was getting late anyway so I’d get ready now. 

Thomas too got up and grabbed his car keys. He loved how I begged for him, and how I’d do anything just to see him. And soon enough he arrived outside my house. He was nervous for me, but couldn’t wait another second longer to touch me. 

{“I’m here love. Whenever you’re ready”}

{“Coming daddy”} I quickly replied and quickly ran down the stairs to the front door. 

When I came outside, Thomas was leaning against his expensive car with that handsome smirk he always got when he saw me. I quickly ran to him with my short dress flowing in the wind and brushing against my thighs. I wrapped my body around him in a tight hug, and inhaled deeply his rich scent and felt his toned chest through his shirt.

“Oh my princess…” He smiled and kissed the top of my head. “Come on baby.” He led me to the passenger seat and opened the door for me. 

We drove around through the dark empty roads. His big hand lightly rubbed my bare thigh with intimate caresses. Slowly I began to slide down in the seat making his hand go higher and higher between my legs. He got the hint and trailed his hand up my dress to gently tickle me through my thin, lacy pantries. 

I couldn’t take my eyes off him from beside me as he rubbed me with his finger. I bit my lip and whimpered at his touch. He looked over to me, his eyes scanning from my shivering legs up to my baby doll face. 

“You’re such a cute girl… couldn’t wait to see daddy, couldn’t you?” He asked with his voice so smooth, and silky on my ears. 

“Mhm,” I nodded, looking down between my legs at my growing wetness for him. 

Eventually after several minutes driving through the quiet streets, Thomas parked at the end of a dead road. There was nothing but trees and darkness all around us. Thomas turned off the car and turned to me. 

“Give daddy a kiss.” He leaned in closer to me, moving his hands up to hold my face. I instantly fell into him and my lips latched onto his hungrily. Sweet little moans escaped my lips each time they’d separate even the slightest. 

Thomas pulled back to look closely at my face. With his thumb he traced my bottom lip, and in return I kissed his skin lovingly like a little puppy. “Such a good girl… you know exactly how to please your daddy, hm?” 

I nodded, continuing to kiss his thumb and over his whole hand. My submission was more than obvious for him. There’s nothing I’d not do for him. 

I pulled my lips away from his hand and Thomas leaned back to get out of the car. I watched him outside just briefly before he got back into the car in the backseat. He sat right in the middle with his legs spread and his bulge showing through his dress pants. 

“Come here.” He sat back, watching me with amusement as I crawled to him. “Good girl… Crawl to daddy.” His voice was low and sensual, making my legs shiver. 

In the backseat I straddled Thomas’s lap and looked into his blue eyes that I could barely see in the dark, but I could feel the lust in them. 

My hands felt around on his muscular chest and unbuttoned his shirt as my hands travelled lower and lower down his torso. His skin beneath was hot, and smooth and the hair on his chest, and below his belly button made my panties wet as I touched it. His legs spread wider, and his pants grew tighter. I felt as his hardening cock poked and rubbed me through my pantries. It made my mouth water.

I moved to the side on the leather seat next to him and looked up into his eyes while I eagerly undid his pants. His hips moved lower into the seat and his head laid back against the leather. He felt his cock just aching to be touched, and sucked. 

“That’s good baby, keep going.” He groaned under his breath while I pulled his big, needy cock from his pants. My eyes glared up into his while my face and lips slowly lowered to his hot, wet skin. I kissed and licked at his pink tip like a little kitten while making eye contact the whole time.

Thomas petted my silky hair while looking down at me with admiration, “My good baby… pleasing your daddy so well,” He groaned to the feeling of my lips hungrily sucking and kissing on his tip. His hand gripped in my hair and he tilted my face up to look at him while he pushed my mouth down the length of his thick cock. He groaned and cursed while I loved on his sweet, sensitive skin. I needed to give daddy more and slowly bobbed my head and sucked in my cheeks around him. “Hmh… god… just like that baby, just like that.” 

I sucked and swallowed him like it was the last thing I’d ever do. I couldn’t stop myself even if I wanted to. He tasted so good, and making my daddy feel good was all that I lived for. 

I pulled my mouth up from his dripping cock with a pop when he tugged on my hair. “Come.” He patted his thigh and I obediently sat up and straddled his lap. “Let daddy see that little pussy…” He was voice rough and hot in my neck and he lifted the straps of my pantries off and down my hips. I leaned back and let him strip me until I was completely naked on his lap, sitting and waiting for the attention I craved. 

“So cute,” He whispered glaring down my body and between my legs. His fingers slipped between my legs and slowly he rubbed my wet clit in gentle circles.

I was so sensitive from my growing arousal, and my sweet sounds and whimpering just encouraged him more. 

His fingers felt so perfect, rubbing faster and harder. I grind against his fingers eagerly spreading my wetness all over his hand. “You wanna cum?” He asked with his breath hot in my neck. 

“Mhm… Mhm daddy, please” 

“Cum on my cock… rub it.” He turned to lay back onto the seats and I sat on his cock against his lower stomach. My wet lips stroked his length, and my clit rubbed against his smooth veiny skin. I moaned and whimpered all sweet and desperate while I rubbed my pussy on him. 

Tommy gripped my hips, “fuck…,” he groaned with his head falling back. My soft lips were practically milking him and filling his stomach with precum. And eventually, I came with loud needy moans, and my fingers digging into his chest. His cock was absolutely throbbing by now and was bigger than it's ever been. 

“Oh, that’s such a good girl…” he praised sitting back up on the seat, me still on his lap. Tommy’s hands reached up into my hair holding my face close to his. We kissed sloppily while I sat and lowered myself down onto his aching cock. It filled my little hole so perfectly. Made purely just for him, as he’s the only one who’s ever used it. 

My hands held onto Tommy’s bulky shoulders, and he lifted his hips to forcefully thrust. My high pitched moans were in sync with his quick movements, and echoed throughout the car. The windows fogged and the air around us got hot and humid. 

Tommy’s lips sucked and kissed at my neck leaving his mark of property. My fingernails dug into his back and shoulders while trying to muffle my pleasurable whines in his hot neck. 

“Yes… Yes!” I yelled pounding my hips down onto him. “Daddy!” My body trembled and grew weak. Thomas took control using all his strength to buck his hips up against mine, his cock reaching deep inside. 

Thomas’s hand held tightly onto my plump butt, moving me up and down. Both of our skin grew damp with sweat and arousal. The movement between us got sloppy the closer we got. Neither of us had a proper thought but the feelings in our bodies. Everything between us with our bodies and lips, it went so fast like time hadn’t existed. Nothing existed when he and I were together, nothing but each other. 

And eventually over those last few, sloppy thrusts, Thomas’s cock shot his hot cum deeply into my cervix. His hips bucked up into mine forcefully which broke me into spilling my fluids onto his lap. I held onto him tightly as the sensitivity grew and faded and as our bodies began to slow down to a stop. 

I breathed heavily with little whimpers escaping with my exhale. I could feel Tommy relax and soften while still inside me. And before we moved we took the time just holding each other and gently kissing with the little energy we had left. 

I could feel the love Thomas had for me from the way he’d caress my bare hip and kiss me ever so gently. There was always a difference between him -in the way he acted-  before and after sex, but I loved both sides equally. He was rough and dominant but also gentle and romantic. And in the end he’d drive me home and kiss every inch of my face before I’d go back inside to sleep peacefully. 

“I love you my sweet girl,” He’d say each time. 

And from me, “I love you too, daddy.” With a kiss on his cheek. 

[innorality]

could you do satoru coming home with a huge scar on his stomach after not contacting his gf for weeks and then reassuring her with intimacy please?

HEAVEN CAN WAIT — G. SATORU

cw : sad in the beginning, afab reader, unprotected, p in v, honestly very cute sex nothing too kinky

a/n : tysm nonnie you gave me the opportunity to use this song as a title finally 🥹 also this idea is so cute like yes pls soft vanilla "I missed you sex" with satoru #needthat !!! also #satoruisalive I believe in it 💔 oh and I'm so sorry this feels very rushed and is not proofread :(

wc : 1335 words 😼

empty. cold. that’s how his side of the bed felt at the moment. it had been weeks since you last saw him, and days since his last message. your eyes stayed glued to your screen, rereading his final words over and over again.

"i luv youuu"

cold tears slipped down your cheeks. you weren’t even sure if they were from grief or from your irritated eyes after staring at the screen for so long without blinking. deep down, you knew the truth—you weren’t dumb. this was bound to happen one day. but you weren’t ready to accept it yet. you wanted to stay in denial just a little longer.

satoru was supposed to be the strongest. so why hadn’t he come home?

with a shaky breath, you shut your phone off and set it aside. hugging his pillow tightly, you buried your face into it—only to realize it didn’t even smell like him anymore.

silent sobs wracked your body as exhaustion finally overtook you.

but in the dead of night, a noise startled you awake.

footsteps.

first near the front door. then in the living room. the kitchen.

and now… heading toward your bedroom.

afraid, you hid under your blanket like a child. you didn’t know if it was reflex or true fear—because honestly, after losing the man you loved, life had lost all meaning.

the door slid open, and you held your breath.

then, a voice.

"baby?"

satoru.

your heart stopped, then raced. it was him. the way he said your name, the way his voice carried through the room—you had missed it more than words could express. before you could think, you jumped out of bed and ran straight into his arms, clutching him as if he might disappear again.

he hugged you back just as tightly.

"where… where the hell were you?! you don’t know how worried i was, how much i cried! i thought you were—"

his lips met yours, silencing your frantic words with a soft peck.

"now, now," he murmured against you, his tone laced with that familiar teasing warmth. "i’m here, and that’s all that matters, pretty."

you pouted, fresh tears spilling down your cheeks as you buried your face into his chest, holding him closer. but then your fingers brushed against something different—a rougher patch of skin around his stomach.

a scar.

your breath hitched. "how did you..."

he turned away slightly, avoiding your gaze. guilty. he didn’t want to talk about it.

so you didn’t push.

instead, he gently eased you back onto the bed, his lips finding yours again, slow and deliberate.

"i was this close to dying," he murmured between kisses, trailing from your lips to your jaw, down to your neck. "but i remembered you were waiting at home for me..." his words sent a shiver down your spine as his kisses grew deeper, needier.

"and i decided that heaven could wait."

you let out a breathless giggle, threading your fingers through his white locs."you think you’re going to heaven?" you teased, tugging playfully at his hair. "what a joke."

swiftly, he unbuttoned the blouse you had on and grabbed a handful of your breast, massaging it gently while sucking and nibbling on your neck to create a colorful bruise. sweet moans of his name slid out of between your lips against your will and he simply smirked at them.

"I know you cried, and I know you were cold," his eyes bored into yours, "but now that I'm here, I promise I won't ever leave again." and this time, you're the one that closed the space between your lips. you knew that his promise wasn't true at all, but you decided to ignore that fact and let yourself believe it for the span of a single night. in the heat of the moment, your hand slid down his chest and onto his pelvis, before sneaking its way into his pants, stroking his erection sensually.

satoru moaned into your mouth before taking this bold action of yours as a sign to give you pleasure aswell, his hand rubbing your pussy through your thin panties. "Oh shit- yeah, just like that, 'toru.." your head fell to the side as his hand slid into your panties, rubbing up and down your slit to collect some of your wetness before rubbing tight and quick circles onto your clit, making you needily clench around nothing.

meanwhile, your hand was still skillfully rubbing his cock, thumb rubbing on his tip making him jolt up from the sudden intense pleasure. satoru bit his lip before penetrating you with two of his digits, making you gasp in utter shock and awe. your breath followed the rhythm of his fingers that he pumped in and out of you, as you sped up the speed of your own hand.

as expected, you felt orgasm build up pretty quickly, and as you were of the edge of climaxing, you stopped him. "stop, stop! 'toru, stop it," and he quickly halted his movements, scanning your face for any signs of discomfort or pain. "I'm sorry baby, did I hurt you? I'm so fucking sorry, fuck-" you interrupted him, "no honey, I just..." you bit the inside of your cheek, "after all this time, I wanna cum on your dick, not your fingers..." and you felt his cock twitch at your words. he stared at you in shock before his expression turned into a lustful smile.

and before you even realized it, he had taken your hand out of his pants, before taking said pants off along with your panties in a span of a second. impressive.

"you know baby," he rubbed up and down your slit with the tip of his cock, "even though I won't go to heaven, I'll make sure you do," he aligned his tip with your entrance. "what do you mean?" he pressed a quick kiss against your lips. "I'll take you there myself." and with that, he bottomed out inside you in one swift motion.

your jaw dropped and you instinctively closed your eyes to embrace the familiar sensation of him inside you, but he tapped your cheek with his finger to get your attention. "eyes on me love." and so you obliged, opening your eyes to be met with an expression that seemed to be the results of a love and lust mix.

the sound of his hops meeting yours over and over again made you delirious along with the sensation of his cock claiming your insides and the intense eye contact you held with satoru. at some point, satoru can't hold in anymore—he whines and moans into your ear, whispering confessions such as "fuck– I love you too much, baby-" and "I missed this so bad... holy shit, yeah- I need this- oh fuck, yeah.." which did nothing but turn you on even more.

your hand went straight to your clit to rub it when you felt your orgasm building up again. satoru chased your high as much as you did, using his six eyes to hit all those gummy spots that made you see stars. "fuck- m'cumming, m'cumming!" you couldn't hold back your voice as your orgasm crashed over you without a warning. you struggled to keep your eyes on him as you twitched and shook with the intensity of the orgasm, as it had been weeks since you deemed yourself worthy enough to feel pleasure.

satoru's orgasm followed suit, shooting long ropes of cum into your womb, as your tight grip pulled strings of moans of your name out of his mouth.

as you both calmed down, satoru pulled his cock out and flopped on his back next to you.

a comfortable silence fell upon the both of you before you broke it, "you know," he hummed in acknowledgement, "you were right." his head whips to the side to look at you, who was already turned towards him. "what about?", you smiled, looking at the ceiling, "you did take me to heaven, after all."

you crawled on top of him to kiss his scar, making him feel a bit tingly. he patted your head, "and I'd do it all over again just for you, love."

[levigarden999]

adopting a kitten ₍^. .^₎⟆ olderhusband!levi x reader

‎♡‧₊˚ theme : you and your husband!levi adopt a cat

”is it here?” levi asked, pointing at the older building situated near the city center. there was a few pictures of cats on the display window, with the text ’braus’s kennel’ on the top.

”yup. this is the one” you confirmed as you glanced down at the location google maps was showing you from the phone screen.

you had been talking with a man called artur braus through email for a few months now, he was the person who owned the cat kennel apparently with his wife. you had agreed that you and levi would buy a newborn cat from the newest litter of kittens which had been born a few weeks ago.

of course, before this, you had to make levi agree to have this new member in your family of two. you knew your husband was a cleanfreak, which meant that he didn’t exactly approve of animals that could risk the hygiene levels in your shared home. however, you compromised. you promised to take care of brushing the cat and cleaning its’ litter box, while levi promised to feed it and train it.

levi was actually very determined to tame and train the cat, saying that there was no way that a ’ball of fur’ would be able to disobey what ever things he wanted it to learn. you disagreed – cats could get quite selfish if they wanted to.

you and levi walked into the kennel, firstly met with the scent of animals and dust. there was mostly different cat supplies and food on the stands on sale there, but you didn’t need to buy anything, since you had already bought everything necessary for the new member of the family.

”mrs. and mr. ackerman, i presume?” a male voice asked kindly, both of your heads turning to the direction of a hallway which was in the back of the room. there stood a brown haired man with a stubble, friendly brown eyes looking at you both curiously.

”ah, yes! we came for the kitten” you chirped back with a smile and walked up to him, levi trailing behind with a suspicious look. the smell of the kennel didn’t charm him.

”excellent. i’m artur braus, please follow me. we usually keep the cats down this hallway in a separated room, since they can get quite loud if they get bored” he chuckled, while leading you through the corridor.

you all walked into a large room. you quickly noticed that almost the whole room was surrounded with a cage, and there was an open door leading to the backyard behind the building. there were tall fences as well and a caged roof, which apparently allowed the cats to freely move outdoors without having the chance to escape. it seemed like they had a large space for them, which was a good thing for the well being of the animals. 

however, you quickly got distracted by the adorable sight in front of you. there stood three, only a few weeks old kittens on the floor, all of them having orange and black round marks scattered over the white fur. there was also a bigger adult cat, laying on its’ stomach on the side with a satisfied look on the face. probably the mother of the babies.

”oh, my god..!” you gasped and crouched down, trying to get to the same level as the kittens. you turned around to look at levi, who was still standing with his arms crossed. however, he was eyeing the kittens as well with a sharp yet curious look. you had known levi for a long time at this point and you knew what the look on his face meant – silent affection.

you slid your hand over the cage and allowed the three kittens to smell you, before you softly scratched and petted them behind the tiny ears. you nearly felt your heart burst out from your chest at the sight of the dark doe eyes curiously eyeing you.

surprisingly, levi settled down next to you and followed your lead. he allowed the kittens to smell his hand as well, even though you could tell he was still a little on edge.

”they’re so cute. i can’t believe something alive can be so tiny” you cooed, while rubbing the soft fur of one of the kitten’s.

you looked at levi, whose greyblue eyes were softly eyeing one of the cats specifically. this cat was currently purring and rubbing against his fingers – which looked like they were the size of the kitten’s mere head.

you giggled. ”it likes you” you teased him. the kitten in question let out a small, high pitched meow.

mr. braus laughed. ”oh, that one’s usually quiet as heck, unlike her brothers. she really seems to like you, mr. ackerman”

"what's her name?" you asked.

"oh, she is petra. her brother's are oluo and gunther. they're a handful"

levi huffed, but couldn’t help but subtly smirk. he gave you a knowing look, before he turned to braus with a slightly raised eyebrow.

”how often can you wash cats?” he asked simply.

mr. braus let out a hearty laugh. ”well, it depends. usually around four to eight weeks is a good amount of bathing, but cats do clean themselves every day as well” he said with a hint of a friendly tease.

levi nodded, before looking back at the kitten, petra. she was currently nibbling levi’s calloused hand, as if trying to act like a wild beast even though her fangs were nearly impossible to even see.

”let’s make it four weeks, then. should we get her?”

you squealed, grin of happiness curling on your lips. ”yes!”

as you two walked down the street back to your home, the sun felt warm against your skin. petra was currently inside a cat carrier, which was held by levi. he didn’t carry it with one hand, no, he had the whole damn box in his arms, because he wanted to make sure the cat was well and that it wasn’t afraid or anything. petra seemed calm though, she was just laying down in the carrier and licking its’ tiny feet.

you were definitely curious to see how levi would act around your new kitten. but you definitely had your thoughts about what could happen – he would become a cat daddy, someone who at first finds the animal disturbing but later becomes more attached to it than anyone. no, actually, he seemed to already be attached to it by the way he was constantly checking on her through the caging of the carrier.

"don't spoil her too much, you know" you teased him with a smirk.

levi only huffed and gave you a fond roll of his eyes.

"never. she has to be a good girl before she deserves any treats" he replied with a half serious, half joking tone. "just like you" he smirked.

part of this au ୨ৎ

[bbywhitefox123]

summary: rafe can’t resist catherine on the drive to his sister's baby shower—their stolen touches and secret kisses heat up the car until he can barely hold back.

warnings: public sex, dirty talk, getting caught, p in v.

Rafe was gripping the steering wheel like it personally offended him.

Behind them, Mason and Bradley were bickering over the iPad—again—and Maisie was standing on Mason’s thighs, one hand tangled in his hair for balance, the other waving around a half-eaten cracker.

“You’re crushing my legs, Maisie!” Mason shouted.

“Well maybe don’t let her stand on you, genius,” Bradley snapped.

“Both of you,” Catherine said without even turning around, voice calm, clipped, “will lose screen time for the entire week if I hear one more word about ‘Ninja Go’ or whatever it is you’re screaming about.”

They both went dead silent

Maisie yawned.

Rafe glanced over at Catherine, and holy fuck, she was unreal. Soft dress hugging her curves. Little yellow cardigan draped over her shoulders. Her hair behind her shoulder, neck on full display, lips shiny from the gloss she put on in the driveway.

She looked like spring. Like a picnic. Like something to ruin.

He reached over, hand sliding along her thigh just under the hem of her dress. Just a little.

Just to touch.

She shot him a warning look.

“You are not starting something in the car.”

“I’m just appreciating my wife,” he said, innocent as sin. His fingers crept higher, barely grazing the edge of her panties. “Sue me.”

“You want me to kill you before Sarah’s baby shower?” she asked sweetly.

“She’ll understand,” he muttered, palm now flat over the heat between her legs. “We’re just getting in the baby mood.”

She swatted his hand away with a blush blooming on her cheeks.

“I’m not showing up to a baby shower dripping, Rafe.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

She turned her head slowly to look at him, lips parted, eyes heavy. “You’re not slick. I saw you staring when I bent over to zip Maisie’s little shoes.”

“You weren’t wearing underwear.”

“I never wear underwear around the house.”

“Which is why I’m always hard around you.”

“Daddy, what’s a slime skin?” Mason shouted from the back.

Catherine laughed, hand coming down over her mouth.

Rafe groaned and banged his head lightly against the steering wheel.

“I hate this car,” he muttered. “And I hate Ninja Go.”

“Ninjago,” Bradley corrected.

“Whatever.”

Catherine leaned over, kissed his cheek with her glossy mouth. Whispered: “Keep that thought in your head until tonight. I’ll make you forget all about cartoon ninjas.”

He gripped the wheel tighter. “God, I fucking love my wife.”

The Range Rover hadn’t even stopped before Bradley threw a juice box at Mason’s head.

“OW! Dad—!”

“He started it!” Bradley shrieked.

“Did not!”

“You literally bit my arm!”

“I was testing a theory!”

Maisie let out a delighted scream, clapping from her booster seat.

Rafe exhaled through his nose like a man on the brink of divine judgment.

“Get. Out. Of. The car.” Catherine said, each word clipped with motherly wrath.

And just like that, they spilled out onto Sarah and Topper’s driveway—bickering, stomping, muttering under their breath like little old men who hated each other but also couldn’t survive without sharing a bunk bed.

Sarah met them at the porch, round and glowing, her bump hugged by a green satin dress. Topper followed with a cooler in one hand and a wide grin like they weren’t about to let feral children into their backyard.

“Catherine!” Sarah squealed. “God, you look hot, I’m gonna punch you.”

Catherine laughed and hugged her. “Shut up, you’re the one glowing.”

Rafe rolled his eyes, helping Maisie out of the car seat and resting her on his hip. She buried her face in his neck, already bored with the adult world.

They made their way inside, the house smelling like candles and cupcakes and too many women in floral dresses. Catherine chatted with Kie and a few of Sarah’s coworkers. Rafe kept one eye on the boys, who were already arguing about who got the last cookie off the snack table.

“Don’t you dare eat that,” Bradley growled at Mason.

“I touched it first!”

“You breathed on it, that’s not the same thing!”

Rafe sipped from his beer and whispered under his breath, “Should’ve pulled out.”

Catherine shot him a look.

“Love you,” he added with a smirk.

—

A while later, Sarah was calling for a group picture. “Topper! Rafe! Cathy ! Come take a photo with me—I want a memory of when we were all still hot and only I was pregnant!”

Catherine blinked. “Wait—shit. I left my phone in the car.”

She turned, already stepping off the deck and onto the driveway in her sandals, breeze catching the hem of her sundress. Her hips swayed like they knew what they were doing.

What she didn’t know?

Rafe was already trailing behind her, beer bottle still in hand, mouth twitching at the thought of cornering her in the car.

She was at the passenger side when she opened the door, leaning in slightly to grab her phone from the seat.

He took a second—just one—to admire her ass from behind, how the light fabric of her dress clung to the swell of her thighs. No shorts underneath. Just a lacy thing, soft skin and trouble.

He shut the car door quietly behind him.

Catherine froze, straightening up.

“Jesus, Rafe—you scared me.”

“You forgot your phone.”

“I know, that’s why I—” she turned, eyes narrowing. “Wait. Why did you follow me?”

He was already stepping in close.

“You are just too hot,” he said, voice low, his hand sliding to the small of her back. “Wearing that little dress, bending over like that.”

“I was just grabbing my phone,” she whispered, but her lips were already parting.

He leaned down, mouth brushing hers. “You think you’re slick. Teasing me in front of all our friends.”

“I wasn’t teasing.”

He pressed closer, pinning her lightly against the Range Rover. “Then explain why my cock’s been hard since mile three of that car ride.”

She shivered, glancing back toward the house, voices floating through the breeze. “We can’t. Sarah’s waiting for the picture. Everyone’s gonna notice.”

“They’re all distracted. And you owe me for the car ride.”

Her breath hitched.

“You’re impossible.”

He smirked. “Yeah. So come make me forget I’m a dad for ten minutes.”

She kissed him hard, and for a second, nothing else mattered—not the kids, not the party, not the photo.

Just them.

And the car they never quite manage to keep clean.

Rafe pressed Catherine firmly against the car door, his lips crashing onto hers with that rough hunger only he had. Her breath hitched, fingers tangling in the thick hair at his neck as he deepened the kiss, like he was trying to swallow her whole.

Then, without breaking contact, he swept her up effortlessly and settled her onto the hood of the Range Rover, her legs parting beneath him.

His eyes dropped, dark and calculating, to the delicate lace barely covering her slick heat. The yellow sundress had ridden up just enough to reveal the intricate pattern of her panties — sheer, teasing, impossibly fragile-looking.

A slow, wicked smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, fingertips tracing the lace, memorizing every thread.

Catherine shivered, pulse pounding in her throat.

Rafe’s hands gripped her thighs, spreading her wider as he leaned down, lips ghosting over her.

“I’m gonna make sure you’re dripping before we even get back inside.”

She bit her lip, eyes locked on his.

Rafe pushed Catherine back against the windshield, his hands gripping her hips firmly as he leaned in close. His breath was hot against her skin, fingers tracing the curves of her body through the thin fabric of the sundress. He nipped gently at her neck, moving lower, his mouth exploring the smooth skin just above the lace of her panties.

His hands slipped beneath the dress, sliding the delicate fabric over her hips and thighs. Catherine’s breath hitched, but she pressed her lips together, biting back the moans threatening to escape. Rafe’s fingers found her slick heat, teasing her through the lace, his touch both firm and maddeningly gentle.

“Shh,” he murmured against her skin, his voice low and rough. “Gotta keep quiet… don’t want the kids or anyone else hearing how good daddy makes mommy feel.”

Her hands tangled in his hair as he kissed a trail between her breasts, his fingers parting her folds slowly, expertly. She trembled beneath him, desperate for more but forced to hold back.

“You’re so wet for me,” Rafe whispered, sliding a finger inside her, curling it slowly. “I want to make you come right here on my hood… but you’re gonna wait.”

Catherine gasped softly, the sensation overwhelming, but she nodded, willing herself to hold still. Rafe’s mouth found her clit next, his tongue flicking and swirling, building a delicious tension that had her arching into him despite the need to stay silent.

“Such a good wife,” he praised, fingers moving inside her, slow and teasing. “You’re gonna beg for it soon, aren’t you? But not yet.”

Her breath hitched again, muffled against his neck, every nerve on fire. Rafe’s hands gripped her hips tighter, grounding her as he kept pushing her right to the edge — edging her on the hood, right there in the open.

“Tell me you want me,” he demanded, voice low and dangerous.

“I want you,” Catherine whispered, voice trembling. “Please.”

Rafe smirked against her skin, finger still teasing inside her. He didn’t stop moving, even as his breath hitched with need. Slowly, he unbuttoned his pants, sliding them down just enough to free himself. His cock sprang free, hard and heavy, already aching for her slick heat.

He pressed himself against Catherine, the heat of him pressing into her through the thin fabric of her dress and lace panties. “You’re mine right here,” he growled low, voice thick with desire, “gonna fuck you so good everyone will know what we’re doing.”

Catherine swallowed the moan rising in her throat, but the need was too much—her hips bucked into him, desperate for friction.

“Shhh,” Rafe warned, hand cupping her jaw, thumb brushing her lips. “We gotta be quiet. Kids are just inside.”

Her teeth found his shoulder in a sharp bite, muffling the sound she couldn’t hold back. His hand tightened in her hair, pulling her closer, lips crashing onto hers in a frantic kiss.

Without hesitation, he pushed inside her, slow at first, savoring the tight heat that wrapped around him like a glove. She clenched around him, gasping into the kiss, nails digging into his back.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Rafe breathed against her lips, hips beginning a steady, deep rhythm. “You’re gonna be soaked for me all day, baby.”

Catherine trembled, the pleasure building fast, her hands gripping his arms as he fucked her with controlled intensity, desperate to keep quiet but failing every time his hips slammed against hers.

She bit his shoulder again, harder this time, and he groaned, head falling back as he spilled inside her with a shuddering growl.

But even after he came, Rafe didn’t stop—his thrusts slowed but didn’t cease, milking every last bit of tightness, praising her with every dirty word whispered against her skin. “Such a good girl… mine… always mine.”

“Where did you get lost gu—ah!”

Sarah stood on the porch, eyes wide as she caught the scene. Catherine and Rafe scrambled instantly—Catherine pushing him away, cheeks burning hot, while Rafe yanked her panties back up, not even caring that she was still dripping with his cum.

He cursed under his breath. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. He hated that he had a sister who’d show up at the worst possible moment.

Sarah cleared her throat, pretending she hadn’t just caught a live porn production. “Uh… everything okay out here?”

“Just peachy,” Rafe said, voice a little too casual as he squeezed his wife's ass.

Catherine nodded, trying to pull her dress down properly, cheeks flushed with heat and humiliation.

“Great,” Sarah said quickly, stepping back inside. “I'll just forget seeing baby number five in production”

[swann-song]

daydreaming - part one

summary: a bored librarian has a crush on the cow prince, pierre chavanges. pining and daydreaming about an unreciprocated crush that doesn’t even know she exists.

pierre hasn’t been sleeping, it’s made him even more irritable than usual which isn’t safe for anyone. he had tried the herbal teas, sleep hypnosis videos, counting sheep and now he’s in the library. since he has all the extra time he might as well. he fished out his library card from him teenage years from the back of a drawer, hoping it’s still valid.

the library in droyes was an old building with new shelving, it has awkward opening hours and a nice smell. pierre hadn’t visited in years and took his time strolling through the shelves as the afternoon light filtered in. a russian classic, perfect. nothing could be more sleep inducing. he took his book to the front desk and waited in line, he lifted his head from the book synopsis when he heard your voice.

you were arguing with a pimply teenage boy with a pile of books on the desk. looking up at him from your chair, brows scrunching. you had a frown on your face in an attempt to look intimidating but pierre thought it looked more like a pout. "bring back the other 20 and then you can take these" you snatched the books from the boy, putting them on your trolley, he was about to try again and you snapped, "i should be charging you for all the over drafts, stop pushing your luck" a finger in his face as he sulked out the door. "fucking nerd" pierre heard you mutter under your breath.

*

and then all the sudden, pierre chavanges was in front of you. of all the days, all the times, he decided to visit the library in time to witness you yell at some kid. you had known pierre your whole life, he’s somewhat a local celebrity, with his own nickname and everything, the cow prince. the young farmer had a reputation for being well, great at farming. his herd was the best and happiest, he was responsible, kept to himself and the mysterious air he had made him the perfect subject for speculation, rumours and in your case fantasies. you liked the way he carried himself, the definition in his body. pierre was known to be very knowledgable, strong and a man good at his job is always something you appreciated. the pretty face also helps. his baby blue eyes and sharp cheekbones. he never brushes his hair, even now he looks like he rolled out of bed, but you still like the way it fell around his face, the longer strands have a slight curl to them.

his blue eyes landed on your face as he placed his book on the desk, your eyes rested on his hands with his long fingers more than necessary or polite. you suddenly became hyper aware of how messy your hair is, today you skipped your makeup, are wearing the same sweater as yesterday and still have a scowl on your face. you entered customer service mode to stop yourself spiralling. pierre gave you a soft smile as he handed you his card, "sorry about that" you said just to say something. pierre smiled again, this time with a twinkle in his eyes. now looking at his library card, you paused, it’s ancient. you told him you are going to take a minute to update his card, he told you he’s in no rush and you tried to calm down enough to remember what to do. pierre's eyes bore into you as you tried to concentrate on the screen, you wanted to fix the hair strands around your face, but doing so would let him know you’d care and you felt mortified.

*

pierre knew you, he just couldn’t place from where. he was sure he’d seen you in the sea of parties, weddings and anniversaries. he has this image of you in his mind, off to the corner, talking to your friends, a flicker of your eyes on him as he walks by. you had big, expressive eyes and soft lips, slightly open as you read the screen. why can’t he remember your name, your hair bouncing as you run past him. now he’s closer to you, he recognises that crisp, fresh perfume and knows he’s walked into a room that you’d been in and looked around for you.

"are you julian’s sister?" he asks you as you work. your eyes turn at him like he’s gone crazy, you lips slid into a smile, holding out your hand and introduce yourself. pierre takes it and apologises, introducing himself as well. "i know" you chuckle. your hands are soft and delicate in his, your manicured nail slightly gracing the back of his hand. he steps back and apologises again. he feels his cheeks flush a little, he’s relieved your turning your back on him to laminate his card, he watched your hands work and notes how pin straight your posture is, taking in the lines of your body. you turn around with a professional smile and hand him his things, he turns, rushing to the door. "bye pierre" he hears your twinkling voice, your hand in the air and waves a hand goodbye to you as he opens the door.

daydreaming masterlist

[tinytinyblogs]

Hyunjin As Your Boyfriend

Boyfriend

(n.) A person who 90% of the time annoy you, and 10% of the time makes you forget the 90%

Stray kids masterlist here

Hyunjin can't stand to see someone flirt with his girlfriend. He will stand in front of you, blocking you from the random man. He will smile, but it will be a fake smile. He will tell the man to leave, and he will say, "Go away, she is mine." Hyunjin will turn to you and smile again. This time, his smile will be genuine. He will tell you that he loves you, and he will never let anyone hurt you. You will feel safe and protected in Hyunjin's arms. You will know that he loves you, and that he will always be there for you.

When he can't see you, he'll be glued to his phone screen, eyes darting back and forth between his messages and your picture. He'll type out long, rambling texts about how bored he is without you, and how he can't wait to see you again. He'll even send you pictures of his surroundings, just to give you a taste of what he's missing. No matter what he does, he'll make it clear that he can't stand to be away from you. He'll be counting down the minutes until he can see you again.

'It's so boring without you here beside me. I miss seeing your beautiful face, your sparkling eyes, and your infectious smile. I miss your laugh, your touch, and your smell. I miss everything about you. I need you here with me so I can feel complete again.' Even if you feel the same way, you should remind him to stay focused. 'Hyunjin, I miss you so much. I can't wait to see your beautiful face again. But I also know that you have to focus on practice. Bang Chan will scold you if you don't. So please, focus on practice and make sure you're ready for your next performance. I'll be here cheering you on. '

As soon as he saw you from afar, Hyunjin's face broke into a huge smile. He stood up and waved his hand aggressively, as if he couldn't contain his excitement at seeing you. He waved his hand so hard that it looked like he was trying to flag down a plane. He didn't care who was watching. He was just so happy to see you.

"HEY, BABY! I'M HERE!" Hyunjin screamed at the top of his lungs, not caring who was around to hear him. He was so happy to see you that he didn't even bother to contain his excitement. "I'M SO GLAD YOU CAME! PEOPLE HERE ARE REALLY NO FUN." He ran towards you, arms wide open, ready to give you a big hug. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, squeezing you so hard that you could barely breathe. He pulled away from you, but only for a moment. Then he pulled you back in for another hug, even tighter than before.

Don't worry, he will show you his serious side when you need him. He can be the person who will give you his shoulder to cry on and tell you everything will be alright. He may be playful and carefree most of the time, but he is also a very caring and supportive person. He will always be there for you when you need him, no matter what. If you are feeling down, he will listen to you and let you cry on his shoulder. He will tell you that everything will be alright, and he will do whatever he can to make you feel better. He is the perfect person to be with when you are feeling down. He will make you feel loved and supported, and he will help you to get through whatever you are going through.

Hyunjin is a very emotional person. He does everything based on his feelings, and he is always honest about them. He tries his best to control his emotions, but sometimes it is too difficult. When his feelings get the best of him, he can become very upset. For example, if he is feeling angry, he might lash out at someone. Or, if he is feeling sad, he might withdraw from others. He knows that his emotions can be overwhelming, so he tries to keep them in check. But sometimes, it is just too much. If you see Hyunjin getting upset, it is important to be patient with him. He is not trying to be difficult. He is just struggling to control his emotions. Try to talk to him in a calm and understanding way. Let him know that you are there for him, and that you will help him through whatever he is going through. It is also important to remember that Hyunjin is not always like this. Most of the time, he is a happy and carefree person. But when his emotions get the best of him, it can be difficult to see him like that. Just know that he loves you, and that he would never intentionally hurt you.

He is always eager to learn more about you. He wants to know everything about your past, your dreams, and your hopes for the future. He will ask you questions about your favorite things, your least favorite things, and everything in between. He also loves to spend time with you. He will do anything you want to do, as long as he is with you. He loves to go on adventures, try new things, and just relax and cuddle. He loves being with you, and he wants to make sure you are happy. If you are with him, you will never be bored. He is always up for something new, and he always makes sure you are having a good time. He is the perfect partner, and he will make you feel loved and cherished.

Hi there! I hope you're having a wonderful day. Remember to stay happy and healthy, and thank you for taking the time to read this. If you're feeling down, please reach out to someone you trust. You're not alone, and there are people who care about you. I wish you all the best for today and beyond.

[kitchfit]

Year in Review: Movies Part 1

I don't have that great of an attention span. If its something I am invested in I can spend hours upon hours reading or playing through it until I get a headache telling me its time for bed, but if something doesn't hook me after around 30 minutes I'm probably turning it off or putting it down for a bit. It is for this reason I don't finish a lot of movies unless there is another reason to watch through it all. Usually that means watching it with other people. If there aren't friends to help me finish this movie it's probably going back in the case, which I think is true for all but one movie on this list.

Glass Onion

Knives Out is one of my favorite movies of all time. I've not read any of Agatha Christie's works which is who Benoit Blanc is largely parodying, but I do love other things inspired by her such as Columbo, and the first movie is a stellar deconstruction of that genre, while still providing an engaging mystery. I saw this movie's baby brother at the dawn of the New Year alongside my cousin, both fervently pushing out trope appropriate theories only to be completely wrong at the twist ending in plain sight.

This sequel is not anything as elegant as the first, but still seeks to deconstruct mystery tropes in a very similar fashion. The mastermind behind a series of murders or even one murder is a role often given to rich, suave, and intelligent people of high standing. It is this role that Edward Norton's character sees himself as, but while he is a rich dude of high standing, he is a more realistic rich dude than most murder mystery antagonists; that is, an arrogant dumbass who got where he is by manipulating and screwing over everyone he can. He wants to be complex while being transparently simple. Also he smells. LIKE AN ONION. WHOA. ONE MADE OUT OF GLASS. THANKS JOHN LEMON.

A Silent Voice

A good way to get me to watch a movie until the end is to make it animated, that way even if its boring as all hell I still get to look at some pretty art. That's not the case with this movie. I first watched this on a bus ride when I was sixteen with one earphone on while the girl next to me held it up on her phone. That was a good memory, but seeing the gorgeous animation on the big screen was a nice treat.

I love the dynamic between the two main characters. I wouldn't say this movie is a romance in any real sense of the term, but is about a relationship. Both of these kids spend most of their adolescence admonishing themselves for hurting the other, believing everyone hates them for what happened when they were 10. This is especially tragic for Shouko, the deaf girl who did literally nothing besides exist and try to make friends. The fact that she blames herself for her bully becoming ostracized is even played as a twist, but its a very realistic mindset anyone can fall into. The theme is forgiveness of the self after others have already forgiven you, which can be pretty tough to do, especially when you've done some genuinely shitty stuff.

I also showed this movie to my mom, an ASL instructor and translator, cause I thought it might be interesting for her, but she lost interest and fell asleep after she realized it was JSL and couldn't understand it.

Puss in Boots: The Last Wish

My friends were freaking out about this film, one of them going so far as to watch it like six separate times within the span of a couple weeks. This made me expect it to blow my mind, but it was just a very well written, beautifully animated movie about a cat coming to terms with its own death. I think the drought of movies with good writing from mainstream studios really elevated this one further than it would have normally. It was nice to return to this character, having grown up with the Shrek films, and doubly nice to see his character arc being used to discuss a serious topic in a healthy way.

The central conflict is the most compelling aspect of the story, the John Mulaney villain and Goldilocks subplot are funny and entertaining, but the effectiveness of Death as the main antagonist is genius. The Shrek universe has always been a conglomeration of fairytales and folktales brought to one setting, and who is most common death metaphor than the big bad wolf? Or I'm sorry. Not a metaphor. He's just Death. Straight up. You don't outrun death or win against it in any meaningful capacity, and the story could only end with Puss' acceptance that he will die. There's no Sisypussing his way out of this one. Pussyphusing? Pfft.

X-Men: First Class

My dad and I decided to watch through every X-Men movie earlier this year. We managed two of them. They're good movies, most of them at least, but marathoning all *looks at watch* eleven films just never came to fruition. This one might be in my top 3 for X-Men movies, though. Xavier and Magneto's relationship has always been the most interesting part of these films, and this movie puts it front and center. Xavier's focus on helping his friend make peace with his traumatic past is something so genuinely sweet that ultimately empowers his greatest enemy. It's this understanding they have with each other, established in this movie, that underlines every interaction they have in the future.

The rest of this movie is pretty standard origin story stuff for the ensemble cast. How the Beast Became Blue. How Mystique Stopped Pretending and Became Her True Blue Self. How the Guy Who's Power is To Never Die, Died. It's fun for what it is but overall pretty generic.

X-Men: Days of Future Past

This is also one of the better X-Men films, not sure if I'd put it in the top 3, but there's enough time travel nonsense in this movie to make me giddy. I love paradoxical bullshit. This movie works as both a direct sequel to First Class, while also working in the continuity of the first 7 or so films. It's the Apocalypse, baby! Okay, not that Apocalypse, I still haven't seen that one, but we are introduced to one of the more famous fascist genocidal hellscapes to come out of Marvel comics. The story starts at the very end of this murderous crusade, only a handful of mutants are still alive, grouped together as a unit in some abandoned... temple bunker? I'm sure this is explained somewhere in the movie, but it makes a cool setting to fight for your life in.

Most of the plot, however, takes place in the 70s. It was a big twist in the comics that the girl who can walk through space without hindrance can also walk through time the same way, but in this movie Kitty Pryde can only send other people into their past selves, meaning it's once again Wolverine's turn to take the spotlight, because Hugh Jackman is more expensive than Elliot Page. It makes less sense, but this movie still has a lot of fun jumping between the past and future versions of established characters. Angry, passionate Magneto in his 30s vs the wizened Sir Ian McKellen Magneto. At some point the X Man himself gets to talk directly to his depressed, 70s incarnation. Not to mention Quicksilver is there, which is always nice.

This was the "Rogue Cut," which adds cut content about Rogue infiltrating a sentry factory to blow it up. The new stuff doesn't add a lot, but I did like her character from earlier films, so it was cool to see her again.

Shrek

After the joy of obsessing over Puss in Boots: The Last Wish, one of my friends insisted that we all catch up on the deep lore of the franchise, and go through every Shrek movie in order. Unlike with X-Men, we succeeded in one marathon through them all. The dude who suggested this also made the assertion that PiB: Wish was the first Shrek film to feature blood and cursing. This is patently false and I took immense pleasure in proving him wrong. *whispers* Shrek says ass within the first twenty minutes, don't tell mom!

The first movie got memed on quite a bit, but I think most people have come around to enjoying it in a genuine sense. It's a cute love story with a good message and funny fard jokes. I don't think the gross-out humor really oversteps in bounds, and it would feel pretty bizarre in hindsight if a movie like Shrek ever toned that stuff down. There were a lot of movies with "fairytales come to life and their rude and goofy," as their premise, (think Hoodwinked, another fun movie) but I think the style of the Shrek world comes off in the most endearing way. Or maybe that's just nostalgia talking.

Shrek 2

I have the soundtrack of this movie embedded into my skull. I had the CD growing up and would make my mom play it in the car on the way to primary school ad nauseum. I also had the entire movie with incredibly compressed graphics on my GBA. This classic film is synonymous with my early childhood, and it holds up really well. It's shorter than I remembered, but I think that's just because it's so expertly paced.

It also introduces our favorite fearless hero, who blends effortlessly into the main cast. All of the character's play off of each other really well, actually. The gags of a royal knight planting catnip on Puss or Gingy yelling "IT'S A THONG" to get Pinocchio to lie still get me. Not to mention the perfect fight scene scored by "I Need a Hero." Every studio with rights to that song have been chasing that high ever since.

Shrek the Third

Some people hate this movie with genuine vile and malice in their hearts. Maybe that's harsh. It definitely doesn't match the highs of either of the first two, but I still enjoyed it a lot as a kid and had a good time with it now. My friend noted that the first half of this film has a lot of funny gags that peter out in the second half, where the focus is on Shrek's complicated feelings on fatherhood. There are moments in the movie where I can tell it can't decide whether to write a scene with appropriate drama or make a stupid joke, which is odd as the first one balanced those aspects pretty elegantly.

This movie does have a sequence where the classic fairytale princesses learn martial arts from Julie Andrews and kick the bark covered asses of the trees from Wizard of Oz, all to the beat of Barracuda. Disney could never. I also like that Prince Charming takes a more central role as antagonist in the story this time around, which feels very appropriate for the setting. Justin Timberlake is here too I guess. Damn, I forgot about him. Sorry Justin.

Shrek the Final Chapter

This movie came out when I believed myself toooo olllllllld and MATURE for silly animated movies with farting in them. I had grown, and was ready for stuff like *looks at movies that came out 2010* MEGAMIND, an even sillier animated movie with still probably several fart jokes. I had a bunch of reasons for disliking this one when it came out, but I don't really recall any of them. This movie is pretty wild upon revisiting. Shrek pulls a It's a Wonderful Life with Rumpelstiltskin and is pulled into an alternate universe fanfiction where he never existed, joins an Ogre resistance and tries to get his wife to fall in love with him again. It's such a goofy premise with some fairly well constructed dramatic moments. It's also very good 3D animation for its time, which might be consistent with the rest of the series.

There's a scene where Rumpelstiltskin jumps off a ledge and makes a weird noise that I cannot for the life of me find on youtube, but it sticks in my brain for some reason. He's a pretty fun villain, overall, all of his scenes made me laugh. I think we watched the other Puss in Boots movie after this, but I fell asleep. Sorry Justin.

Ghostbusters: Afterlife

This franchise got reimagined with a new cast a few years ago, and for some reason became a controversial focus of American politics for several weeks. I mean not for some reason, it was really just sexism. Women? Fighting ghosts??? Only men fight ghosts in real life, everyone knows that. This movie, on the other hand, is a direct sequel to the original film and also didn't come out during an election year, so even though Girls do be Fighting Ghosts in this one, there was less outrage around it. It's a fun homage to the original, but doesn't acknowledge the original Ghostbusters 2 in the least, and that movie genuinely freaked me out as a kid with its pink slime that kills you.

The film focuses on the very autistic granddaughter of the late and famously autistic member of the original cast, Egon. She's a delightful protagonist throughout the story, working with the ghost of her grandfather to uncover the truth behind the natural disasters plaguing her Podunk town. There are also some fun new ghost designs our child heroes have to overcome. The supporting cast is serviceable, mostly focused around Finn Wolfhard and Paul Rudd's eternal struggle to get dates before the world is eaten by Gozer, or whoever. There's a lot of nostalgia bait in this movie. The OG Ghostbusters even make a Deus Ex Machina style cameo, saving Baby Egon at the last moment aside a CGI Harold Ramis that did get me to tear up a little. This whole movie was dedicated to him, which is sweet.

Kingdom Hearts: Back Cover

Remember when I said I was done talking about Kingdom Hearts for this year? No? You haven't been reading these? That's okay, I was lying anyway. As part of my full bodily integration into this series, I watched the entirety of the KH Union X Cutscenes interspersed with clips from the Back Cover movie in order of the proper timeline of events. This is probably the sanest way to experience this story. The original has you play a mobile game where you are updated on the plot every ten or so boring ass missions and then watch the movie as a companion piece. It's a pretty engaging narrative by KH standards, but its told in the most batshit way possible, which I guess is also up to KH standards. You can watch it here, if the embeds work:

The first part of this story focuses on a member of the Keyblade Guilds, who is slowly encroaching upon the reality that the organization they're apart of is tearing itself apart. All of the Guild Masters are in conflict over a potential traitor, and this suspicion eventually spirals into an entire war. The Master of these Masters, or MoM, is largely implied to have orchestrated the entire event. The second half focuses on the fallout from that war as the surviving Guild members try to escape the end of the world.

I got pretty attached to several of the characters and their ultimate fate, but I think this could have worked better as a TV show rather than a REALLY BORING MOBILE GAME. I guess you can watch it as a TV show, if you watch the video above in 30 minute chunks, and if you're okay with beautiful 3D animated cutscenes transitioning into kind of stale sprite art at random.

Alright ending this here. I didn't finish this on Friday as I had some other Things going on, so we're in for a double feature! Hopefully, I'll continue on the games list which will be out this evening. I'm writing these ahead of time so who knows???

[gadriezmannsgirl]

can u write clingy gavi where he has feel day and he won’t let go of the reader allllllll dayyy

I only imagined Gavi hugging and not letting me go either for a pee for this so... Here you go anon! Hope you liked it! Let me know what you think, please!

Babyboy -P.G

Summary: After a moody day, all he wants is you

He was free today but you knew his mind was in yesterday's training, he wasn't in his best form and that was something that didn't went unnoticed by Xavi, who called him out for it and ever since, Pablo has been moody. He hated not giving his all and he was trying to but it seemed not enough and when he failed, instead of getting angry he got sad.

He tried to not show it to you but you knew your guy very well just by one look. You managed to get it off of his mind when he came home but now you had gone to your University, he was alone and his mind reflected back on his actions yesterday. He sighed feeling the need of you being in his arms, you always took care of him and he was in desperate need of forgetting his coach's words.

He spent his morning watching some tiktok's but he was wishing you were beside him in bed so he could smell your coconut and jasmin scent mentally counting the hours where your classes started and ended.

When you came home, he ran from the couch to the door and engulfed you in a big hug that had you almost fall backwards, laughing. You closed the door with your foot.

"Mi niño lindo" You said happy "missed me that much?" He nodded against the crock of your neck.

"Missed you so bad" He said shaking his head as you laughed feeling his kisses on your neck "How were classes?"

"Pretty boring, same as usual" You said shaking your head moving you both towards the couch "You?"

"At home alone and in need of my girl" You laugh softly.

"Venga, Pabs. I'm here" He got on top of you, his chest with your front, his arms around you and yours around his shoulders. You gave kisses to his hair and ran your fingers through it.

"You look so pretty today" He mumbled after a while when you were just watching an episode of a random telenovela, your eyes danced down to his and smiled.

"Thank you, mi amor" You pinch his nose and watch how his face scrunches up. Your smile increased after watching that. "Wanna eat something?" You ask softly as he nods with his eyes closed "What do you want?"

"Strawberry jelly sandwiches are sounding so good to me right now" He said "What about you?" You hum nodding, your eyes again in the TV screen

"Sounds great. I'm gonna go and do them" He hums and nods but doesn't make the attempt to move "Pabs?" You ask and he hums back his eyebrows up but still eye closed "Can you stand up so I can make the sandwiches?" He shook his head

"You're comfy" You smile, your head going up as you look at the ceiling and blush

"¿No tienes hambre?" (Aren't you hungry?)

"Un poco pero si eso requiere que te muevas pues esperaré" (A little bit but if that requires for you to move then I'll wait)

"Venga, Pabs. It's just for a few minutes. 5 minutes tops" You said shaking your head as he shakes his too

"Too much" He mumbled

"I'm hungry too, amor"

"Eat me" He said and you blush shaking your head

"Venga, Pablo. A comer de verdad" (Let's actually eat something) You pushed him off of you and quickly stood up but then you felt him on your back, his arms wrapped around your front and you laugh walking with him as he follows you towards the kitchen.

You pull out the bread package and the jelly, you also put out a bottle of water, drink of it and then offered it to Pablo who unwrapped one of his arms and drank from the bottle as well.

You decided to move to grab a knife to spread the jelly on the bread when you feel Pablo tightening his hold on you.

"Uh-uh, uh-uh" He did a negation sound with his throat.

"Pablo! I'm just spreading the jelly, I'm not going anywhere!" You exclaimed a little surprised "What's up with you today, baby?" You ask softer this time looking at him, he shook his head dismissing his emotions but you sighed seeing through them.

"Is it because of yesterday's training? Because of what Xavi said to you?" He looked at you without saying anything "Oh, amor" You turned around hugging him tightly.

"I'm not feeling like I'm doing my best but I am trying to and it's still not enough"

"Don't say that, Pablo" He sighed "Everyone has bad days and not because of them you are a bad football player. You're amazing, you give your everything in and out of that pitch, on those training grounds and on everything you do" You said shaking your head softly "You're human, you're allowed to feel good and bad, to have amazing days and also having off ones, yesterday was one of those and it doesn't mean anything"

"It did for Xavi"

"Because he's your coach and highlights your mistakes for you to get better, maybe he was a bit rude or harsh, but he is glad for you and with how you play, he only does it for you to get better and be successful but he also was a young player like you and he must know how having an off day is and feels like, that's why he let you come home earlier, didn't he?" Pablo nodded.

"But don't overthink his words, Pablito. You're an amazing player and an amazing person, I know it, he knows it, your teammates know it, your family knows it, the world knows it and you should know it too. Don't put pressure on yourself, work hard doesn't exactly mean to overwork physically and mentally yourself out..." He sighed softly.

"You block everything and everyone when you have a ball on your head or feet, that's your passion, you do it because it's a nice escape for you from reality, it's something you love" You said "it doesn't have to become something forceful for you, something that you have to do at perfection. It doesn't"

"You just be you and that'll be more than enough for everything" He smiled leaning to kiss your forehead.

"You truly know how to make me feel better" You smile kissing the mole at his jaw.

"I try" He laughs softly as you turn around and make the sandwiches.

"I still want you tho" You smile nodding. He was still feeling a bit off but your words calmed the storm in his head, you knew Pablo was clingy when upset but you weren't complaining, in fact, you loved to be able and take care of him.

"And that's fine" You looked at him "You want some lemon juice?" You ask as he nods, you move with his hand on your back to the fridge and pull out the lemon juice as he grabs two vases for you.

"Te quiero" He said suddenly as you were closing the fridge, you turned around before letting out a small smile.

"Y yo a ti, mi niño" You said pecking his lips quickly, you gave him the plate with the sandwiches and you grabbed both vases with juice sipping from one "What about we go and keep watching what happened with María and Oscar?" You asked as he nods with a smile on

"You love telenovelas"

"Hombre, que están muy buenas" (They are good, man)

You started walking towards the couch when you felt Pablo's arms around you again

"¡Pablo!" You exclaimed as he chuckled

"We're not getting out of each other's arms for the rest of the day" He said kissing your cheek as you smiled "Nor anytime soon" He murmured in your ear

"No, we are not"

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[starlightsearches]

Hi again! Kinky prompts 18 and 32 with Eddie. Because, call it a hunch, but that guy just loves to eat p*ssy

Hysteria

Eddie Munson x Femme Cheerleader! Reader

Requests are always open! Comments and reblogs make my day 💖

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, RC is not a nice person, Eddie is also not nice but RC probably deserves it, smoking, mentions of drugs, infidelity (RC cheats), oral (f receiving), a little anal play, over-stimulation, dacryphilia, some sub-par sex with RC's boyfriend not described in detail, language

You should not be thinking about Eddie Munson right now.

You probably shouldn't think about him ever—Eddie's an unfortunate stain on the social tapestry of Hawkins High—but out of all the times you shouldn't be thinking about him, this is probably the worst.

The acrid smell of sweat hangs permanently in the locker room while your silly little fake moans bounce off the walls, and you wonder if Connor actually thinks he's making you feel good.

"You like that, baby? Huh?" he asks, slamming his hips against yours so hard the locker doors are rattling. So there's your answer.

"God, Connor, just like that, baby."

It's too fucking cliché—bent over in your cheer uniform in a room that smells like balls, letting your boyfriend pound into you after the game when he hasn't even showered yet.

And you're thinking about The Freak.

Thinking about how you caught him watching you doing your high kicks during the pep rally, chewing on his bottom lip the second he forgot he was supposed to be pretending he was bored. Thinking about the way he fucking winked at you when you and your friends were throwing little balled up pieces of paper into his messy hair during study hall, watching him brush the garbage from his curls with ring-heavy fingers. Thinking about the cheeky-ass grin he wore after Connor tripped him in the lunch room, how he'd ignored all the insults and stared you down once he caught his footing, waiting for you to look away first.

It probably wouldn't even be that great. Eddie's whole look may scream that he's into some fucked-up, depraved shit, but he'd fumble as much as the other guys. You wouldn't get any of the things you daydreamed about—ring marks on your neck and hickeys on your tits and as much dick as you wanted in the back of that disgusting van.

"God, baby," Connor groans, "I can feel you getting wetter for me."

"I'm so fucking close,” you lie. Fucking close to flipping your skirt back down and walking away.

He cums, finally, slides from you with a pat on the ass and a "so fucking good, baby" before stumbling off to the showers. He doesn't even ask if you finished.

You press your forehead against the cool metal locker, breathing in the smell of weak disinfectant.

You need a fucking intervention. Or an exorcism.

You need Eddie Munson.

This better be the right trailer.

A storm cloud of mosquitos and moths flutter around the porch light, and you swat at a few of them before knocking again, rapping your knuckles against the screen door again until it shakes.

The inner door flies open, and you jump, but it's just Eddie. You watch him recognize you through the screen, taking in the stunned look on his face and the sloppy ponytail he's tied his hair back into. There's a single strand hanging out, clinging to his skin.

"What are you doing here?"

You rip your eyes away from it, and from the thin dark hairs at the nape of his neck—a part of him you would never have seen if you hadn't show up on his porch in the middle of the night.

Look at you, already learning his secrets.

You drop the thought for the moment, popping a hip and meeting his eyes through the fraying mesh. "The fuck do you think I'm doing here?"

Eddie heaves a sigh, but he still opens the screen door, walking away before you've stepped inside.

"You know I charge extra for after-hours transactions," he says, wandering through the dark trailer, "and there's also an additional fee for assholes."

"I'm good for it," you lie, taking the little details of his living room with hungry eyes. You didn't even bring any cash.

"Sit."

Eddie gestures to the couch, metal lunch box in hand. You can smell the thick, musky weed when he falls into place beside you, but there's an undercurrent of something else—Irish Spring and hard water, a few droplets still wet against his skin.

He must have been in the shower when you showed up. You clench your hands into little fists, pressing your thighs together just thinking about it.

"I've got a couple ounces depending on how much you need, or there are some joints if you don't want to roll 'em yourself—"

He keeps talking, voice deep and droning, striking a sinful chord in the pit of your stomach. It's now or never.

You say something, but not even you can hear it, blood pounding in your ears. There's this look in his eyes when your hand grips him by the shoulder, a soft curse from his mouth on your lips. And then you're kissing him.

And maybe you shouldn't get your hopes up, but this is already better than anything you'd done with Connor. Fingers curling through those same, soft hairs you'd stared at standing on his front porch, his cigarette mouth tastes like mint when he parts his lips from surprise, hand just hovering above your waist. You twist toward him, press your chest to his, the HHS logo on your uniform up against the damp front of his t-shirt. You're about to climb onto his lap, ready to see if you could make any of those fantasies you had a reality.

But he rips away.

Eddie presses himself tight up on the far end of the couch, trying to put as much distance as he can between you in such a small space, looking horrified.

"What the fuck was that?"

You can't help it. The rejection stings, and you bury your face in your hands to hide the hurt, peering out through the cracks between your knuckles. "Ugh, god, you could have just gone with it!"

Eddie doesn't even look like he knows what it is.

"Is- is this some kind of a prank?" he says, surprisingly demanding, hand circling around one of your wrists, yanking it away from your face. "Are you fucking with me? 'Cause that's way, waaaay too far."

"No—" God, he's touching you, harsh, forceful like he is in your dreams, and his hand is warm and your skin is burning and the sting of his grip is making you wet.

"Was it your boyfriend's idea?"

And god damn if that doesn't have you dry again. Nothing like the mention of your boyfriend to turn your pussy into the Sahara. "Fuck no. Connor doesn't even know I'm here."

Eddie doesn't want you to notice it, but that has him relaxing a bit—shoulders falling, his hand dropped from your wrist. "Then . . . why?"

You shrug, pouting. "I wanted to."

You must look like a brat, wrapping you arms in front of your tits as you stare at the collection of mugs and hats lining the walls. Eddie's quiet, drumming his knuckles on his lunch box, fidgeting in away that lets you know he must be thinking pretty hard trying to come to terms with all this.

His fingers still, but he doesn't say a word until you meet his eyes again.

"You hate me.”

It's not a question for him, so it's funny that you find yourself surprised. You didn't hate Eddie—as far as you were aware. Maybe it bothered you that he was so outspoken, so different, so determined to get under everybody's skin.

You hated that it worked on you.

But now's not the time to sort through those feelings. You cross your legs instead, rolling your eyes. "Somebody should tell my pussy that."

"Seriously?"

"God, yes, are you stupid? I want you to fuck me, Eddie. Okay?"

And I need you to be shit at it. That's the part you can't say, obviously, because whether or not Eddie was like the other guys you knew, their egos definitely all bruised the same. There's no way he'd give you anything if he guessed you were just here to convince yourself that your boyfriend is actually better in bed.

And he must not know it, because he seems kind of excited, leaning in, rolling the chain around his wrist. "You're serious about this? It's not, like, a joke?"

"I wish it was," you try to laugh, but it comes out flat.

You're watching him too close, trying to decipher a single thought from the way he chews on the tip of his tongue, slapping his palms against his plaid pajama pants. The wait is already excruciating—and he's guessed as much, because he reaches for a carton of cigarettes off the side table, positioning one carefully between his lips and holding the end over a red BIC lighter until it smolders.

"Okay," he sighs after a few drags, letting the smoke filter out through his nose, "I'll do it."

"Really?"

The word comes out a little too earnest, but you're still locked in on the cigarette, on the gray smoke pouring from his lips. Even if he's just done it to impress you—it's working.

"Yup," he says with a sardonic set to his eyes, "but I've got some conditions."

He doesn't elaborate. You're determined to wait it out, tapping your foot impatiently against the carpet, but Eddie's not budging. The situation between your thighs is reaching critical levels of horny.

"Well?"

He lifts himself from the couch, ready to count his demands off on his fingers as he paces. "Well first, I wanna picture when I'm done with you—"

"As blackmail?" you cut in, like it even matters.

"—as a souvenir," he says, with mock offense, hand over his heart, "I'm not gonna show it to anybody."

You'd have to be stupid to believe him. Unfortunately, you're feeling pretty stupid. "Fine."

"You're gonna keep that little skirt on while we do it—just the skirt—and you don't tell anybody about this."

"Obviously," —you spare him from the words social suicide—"is that it?"

"Almost. Just one more condition."

Eddie moves in close as he takes another drag, his chest towering over you until he's blocked out most of the light in the room, eclipse style. He reaches for the ash tray, tapping a few flakes from the end of his cigarette with his eyes on yours.

"I want you to sit on my face."

You cough on the smoke he expels, cheeks flaming. "Fuck no."

Eddie shrugs, standing straight, arms crossed over his chest, flicking his cigarette to your left. "Then I'm out—door's right there."

Oh shit. That was fast. Maybe you'd overplayed your own charm in your head, but what guy had ever refused pussy when you'd thrown it his way? Especially over something like this?

You feel like a kid with him standing so resolutely over you, like you've been called down to the principal's office, only, you know, hornier.

"Why do you even want it?"

Eddie shrugs. "Saw it in a porno once, wanted to try it."

Oh fucking whatever. You'd roll your eyes if you thought it wouldn't make him kick you out for real. "Can't you just be happy with a blow job?"

"Nope," he pops the p at the end, turning toward the hallway by the kitchen.

Fuck. You've gotten too close just to leave, but the whole idea has got your stomach fluttering with little winged nerves. Connor had never gone down on you. No guy had.

"Eddie, wait," you stand from the couch, following a few steps after him before you lose your resolve, "I'll do it."

He stops at the counter, putting out the cigarette in another ash tray before reaching for the hair tie at the nape of his neck, undoing the ponytail and shaking out his curls. Your knees feel like jelly just watching as his fingers rake through them, catching against a few knots.

"Uh-uh, princess, I'm not the one coercing you into anything; if you don't want to sit on my face then I'm not gonna make you."

You huff, fists tight at your sides. "Fine. I want to sit on your face."

"You gotta say it like you mean it," he tells you, voice sing-song.

God, he's determined to mess with you. It's not like you're against playing games, although you're normally not this unsettled when you do it. With little tremors traveling up from your palms, you reach for him, pressing tight against his soft, lean body until the curve of his back hits the edge of the table and his adam's apple jumps in his throat.

"Eddie," you start, looking up at his surprised face with big eyes, batting your lashes, "please let me sit on your face?"

He's breathing hard, but his lips still curl into a slow, wicked grin. "That's more like it."

He's staring at your mouth, eyes tracing the shape of it. You wonder if he's going to kiss you. You kind of want him to kiss you. And that's scary as fuck.

He doesn't though, and maybe that's worse. Eddie slips past your hold, headed to his bedroom, and you figure you should follow. Watching from the doorway, you take everything in from the dim light of the window—the scary posters and band logos covering the walls and boy clutter everywhere else. He ignores you, tossing his pillows around on the thin bed until he’s satisfied, kicking a couple dirty magazines under the frame before flopping down on the sheets.

"Alright," he says, head resting in his hands, "strip."

You roll your eyes, but at least it's harder to be nervous when you're annoyed. "Charming."

"Hey, if you wanted chocolates and roses you could always gone to your boyfriend."

"He doesn't give me chocolate and roses either," you mumble. And he definitely wouldn't have me sit on his face.

You start with your underwear, since you're not quite ready to be naked in front of him, balling the cotton up in your hands and dropping them on his floor before he can see the wet spot you've left.

"Keep going," he commands, voice gravelly as he slides one hand down his torso, just letting it rest over the bulge in his pajama pants.

Yeah, okay. Maybe that doesn't diminish any of your anxiety, but it does get you a little needier, reaching for the zipper at the side of your uniform and slipping it off.

And it doesn't feel strange, standing in the middle of a space that's so distinctly Eddie, half-naked, skin pebbling against the new cold. His heavy gaze doesn't have you flinching to cover yourself, your skin growing warm wherever his eyes land.

You keep your face pointed toward the ground, listening to the rustle of his sheets as he shifts and then grunts. "Christ, you've got pretty tits."

"Really?"

You know your eyes have gone big and soft when you look at him, total heart-eyes for no god damn reason. You just can't help the way his words have you feeling, because Eddie Munson thinks something about you is pretty and—for some reason—that matters to you.

"Don't let it go to your head, princess," he tells you, patting the mattress beside him. "C'mere."

Your feet pad across the worn carpet, stepping around discarded t-shirts and Hostess wrappers before climbing on top of the bed.

His hand wraps your waist, soft fingers and hard ring backs indenting your skin and urging you into his lap. Eddie catches his tongue between his teeth, totally focused on your chest as he cups a tit in each hand, thumbing at your stiff nipples.

His touch is deliberate, the pressure behind his fingers perfect and your head falls back, hips landing against his, shifting greedily when you feel the hard press of his cock.

And maybe you're just high on the feeling of finally getting what you want, but you think Eddie might be fucking hung.

Not for long though, his hands leave your tits and he grips you roughly around the waist of your skirt, pulling you away from the soft flannel and the tent in his pants.

"Easy, now. We had a deal," he whispers, breaths coming out jagged until he gets a hold of himself; you try and fail to do the same.

Big eyes wide and deep enough to get lost in, Eddie shifts between your thighs—more and more of himself disappearing beneath the white hem of your skirt until you're straddling his chest instead of his hips, his hair splayed wildly over the sheets.

The rest of the distance is on you, sliding forward one knee at a time. You can feel him breathing open-mouthed against your core, condensation from his breath collecting in your bush.

"You can put some of your weight on me," he whispers, turning so his lips brush against your thigh, wet mouth slicking your skin.

You already feel yourself sinking, like your body is getting heavier with every moment that passes, like he's increased the pull of gravity. He's got no headboard, so press your palm flat against the wall, trying to resist.

"I won't hurt you, will I?"

His fingers curl around, holding you in place; you can fee the corded muscle of his forearms against the backs of your thighs.

"Would you care if you did?" he asks.

Yes. But you'll let him think what he wants.

You settle slightly, experimenting with the feeling of it, his cheeks pressed to the insides of your thighs, the tip of his nose resting against your mound, nestling into the hair there until your toes start to curl. His mouth stays closed, lips positioned chastely against the split between your thighs. Lower, he urges, with a tap of his hand.

You think fuck. You think okay.

When his tongue parts your sticky skin, you're not thinking at all.

It should have been obvious to you before, but tongues are softer than fingers, and Eddie's is gentle and dexterous as he tastes you, circling your folds and tracing over your slit before he finds your clit, stroking back and forth, slow and measured. He hums, maybe a question, and the feeling of it sends a shiver up your spine.

"Shit."

Eddie's grip tightens, pulling you close enough it's got to be hard for him to breathe, not that he seems to care. Your vision blurs at the edges, palms slick and arms weak, hips shifting involuntarily against his mouth. There's a pinch against your skin as his fingers squeeze you encouragingly, urging you on.

You let your hips grind down on him, the way you'd sometimes grind on Connor's thigh before he got tired of just kissing and pulled his dick out. But that feeling could never compare to this one, Eddie's tongue flat against your clit like he's saying use me, princess. Go on.

"God, Eddie," —you hope he can't hear you from this position, hope you're talking to nobody but the walls— "don't stop."

Maybe he can hear you, because his pace increases, kissing messy and open-mouthed against your core. Lips gliding over your skin, his tongue prodding just past the tight circle of muscle and dipping in and out of your dripping cunt, you feel sparkling, electric, intense.

A whimper breaks through your lips when he tugs at your clit, sucking hard.

"Just- fuck, just like that."

You don't have to tell him twice, or once. It feels like his tongue is everywhere, all at once, massaging your clit and stroking your lips and wiggling deep inside your hole.

A hand shifts under your skirt, and you hardly notice—until you feel his fingers digging into the meat of your ass cheeks, his thumb pressed tight against your puckered asshole.

"Jesus Christ." The feeling has you leaping out of your skin at the pressure, the pleasure that comes along with it. Eddie hums deeply, pressing deeper, the tip of his thumb just breaching your hole, playing you like you're some kind of toy and he wants to see what all the buttons do. Maybe he's making fun of you, but you could not give two shits about that.

You're losing control of your limbs, trying and failing to find something that will keep you tethered to the real world. Without thinking about it, your fingers thread through Eddie's hair and tug.

Eddie likes that. The hum he lets out travels through your core, hits some shining point inside you and makes it ring. There's no stopping it—you feel the building pressure in your gut, the tension in every part of you.

"Gonna cum."

He knows. He knows and he's working towards it, humming and sucking and licking at each singing part of your skin. He knows and he wants it so badly, nose circling your clit and the whole lower half of his face must sticky with his own spit and every drop of cum leaking out of your puffy cunt.

Eddie knows that you're cumming for him and he laughs when you do.

It's like lightning, like a sound wave in your chest breaking you materially apart, like the eye of a storm and Eddie's at the center of it all.

He doesn't let you pull away, doesn't let you come down from it. Arms gripping at you too hard to break, he keeps your pussy against his face and he thrusts his tongue inside your weeping hole until you feel like screaming.

"Eddie. Eddie."

You could be warning him. You should let him know that your legs are going to give out and if he's not careful he'll suffocate, but everything that comes out sounds like worship.

His head shakes beneath you, tongue back on your clit until you’re seizing, fucking possessed.

Maybe Eddie Munson is into devil worship.

You fall over at some point, but he keeps going at it. You're slumped against the wall and his pillows, staring drunkenly at the ceiling while he cleans your cum from your skin with the flat of his tongue and fat tears drip down your cheeks.

Eddie finally pulls back with a satisfied sigh. "Was that good, baby?"

His voice is mocking as he leans down inside your field of vision. The ends of his hair glisten wetly in the yellow glow from the window, and he's smiling as he wipes you off his lips with the back of his arm.

But you're not really here, so you can't really appreciate how pretty he looks, whole body buzzing as it tries to process what's just happened to you. Trying to understand how you could still want more.

His palm is hot against your cheek, brushing some of the tears from your face with his thumb and it's still there when you see the flash of a camera and hear the polariod whir.

You launch into a sitting position, dizzy, steadying yourself with a hand on his thigh. Eddie's sitting on the edge of the bed, shaking the picture out while the edges darken.

"What're you doing?"

Eddie's squinting at the photo, trying to catch the slightest hint of what the developing image might look like before he grows impatient, waving it between two fingers. "You gotta shake 'em if you want them to develop faster."

"No," you stop the movement with a trembling touch, about to sob with how empty your cunt feels, "I thought- you said- aren't you going to fuck me?"

Eddie snorts. "Why would I do that, baby?"

There's a stinging in your eyes; you're actually crying again, weak little sobs on your lips. "But, but you promised."

"Don't be like that,"—he cups your cheek in his hand again, pity in his eyes, "I will fuck you, like I said I would—eventually."

Fuck. You could have guessed that this would happen, if you weren't so stupid. If you weren't so mean. Finally getting what you deserved.

"But . . . my boyfriend . . . "

You don't know what you're going to say about him. It takes you a second to even remember his name.

"Baby," Eddie grins, pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek, "I think this little pussy is mine now, but he can take a turn if he wants."

find part 2 here!

[deanszeppelinlover]

AHH I'M SO GLAD YOU WRITE FOR TASM NOW okok what if the reader has to go away for a few days and Peter can't come with cause he needs to stay in New York for Spider-Man business. He keeps bugging you about phone sex and you finally do it? aj;df ja;wifj wef it's been so long since I requested -🥦

Miss Your face

The way that I've had a phone sex fic just sitting in my drafts and then u request this.... I need to bring back emoji anons for this reason.

A/N: This can be interpreted for any Spider-Man! I kinda wrote this in my mental image of Andrew's Peter Parker but there's very little external plot so you can imagine it how you please!

Word count: 2.5k (Part 2 coming soon)

Pairings: TASM!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Summary: When you have to go out of town for work Peter gets lonely and a bit needy. An innocent call home to check on him becomes a lot more intense than originally planned.

Warnings: (NSFW! 18+) MINORS DNI, soooo much dirty talk, pet names (Angel, Dove, Baby, Bunny, Pretty girl ect.), Peter is referred to as daddy twice, mutual masterbation. Dom!Peter giving orders. (Casual drinking and slightly tipsy characters??)

Your shoulders slumped and you let a heavy sigh escape you as the hotel room door shut behind you. You truly loved your co-workers, but an entire week with them was a bit too much. At least corporate got you all semi-nice rooms. All you really cared about at the moment was the queen bed on the far end of the room.

You quickly kicked your heels off at the door and your work clothes went on the floor beside it. Left in only panties and a bra, you step to your bag in the chair next to your bed. You dug Peter's shirt out from the bottom and slipped it over you. Not only was it comfy and smelled like heaven, but it was also funny as hell. A little bit after Peter told you his secret you saw a man on the street selling Spider-Man t-shirts. You bought it and gave it to him as a funny little gift.

Finally in some comfy clothes, you flopped on the bed like a starfish. You loved Peter, but he was a total bed hog. Having a queen bed all to yourself was incredibly satisfying. After taking it all in you checked your phone for the time. You were exhausted and it was only seven o'clock. You unlocked the screen to see a message from Peter.

'Hey baby, just checking in. Totally bored tonight. Went swinging for a bit, but it's quiet out. Miss you.'

You smiled at your phone. Peter was the kinda guy who needs to tell you every detail of his day before bed. The text was short, but you could tell by the 'totally bored' that he was looking for some attention. You decided to call him up.

"Hey, baby!" He answered before the second ring.

"Hey, Peter." You smiled.

"Can you video call me? I miss your face."

"Yeah, hang on." You rolled over on your tummy and propped your phone on the nightstand next to the bed. You hung up and called back on a video call.

"There she is!" He smiled at the sight of you upon answering. Peter was sat on the couch in your living room. He sat his phone up on the coffee table in front of him. All he had on was a pair of grey sweatpants that hung low so his boxers peeked out of the top. Totally not up to anything. He was sat back on the couch with his knees apart so you could see everything through the thin fabric. Your table wasn't much taller than your couch so his phone was angled up towards him between his legs while he slightly looked down at it.

You knew exactly what he was doing. He'd asked for it a million times, but you'd never had a good opportunity until now. You played innocent and continued to lay on your belly facing the camera. Your feet were in the air behind you casually swaying.

"Hey, Pete." You smiled. "Full warning, I have a little bit of tequila in my system from the hotel bar and I'm not responsible for anything I say."

He moved his right hand into view of the camera to show you a beer he was sipping on. You cursed his camera quality for not being sharper as he took his final sip from the bottle. His jawline was on perfect display as he turned his head up, his pink lips rubbing together when he pulled it away. "Yeah I'm done with patrol tonight so I figured a beer wouldn't hurt." He set the empty bottle on the table behind his phone.

Sitting back up he observed you on his screen. "Are you wearing that shirt you bought me from that street vendor? You know, I've been looking for that thing."

Now was your time to really start up your innocent act. You sat up on the bed with your legs in the 'w' position."Yeah, I took it with me so I had something to get cozy in." You grabbed the collar of the shirt and pulled it up to your nose, exposing your panties and the lower part of your belly. "Plus, it smells like you."

You could hear Peter take in a sharp breath. "Did you remember to lock the door, Dove? Wanna make sure you're safe. Wish I could be there."

That nickname made you swoon, he knew it did. You were so entranced by his low voice that you almost didn't realize you had in fact forgotten to lock the door.

"Oh shit, yeah hang on let me go do that." You got off the bed slowly, making sure Peter got a good look at your ass when you got up. You locked the door and then came back to the bed. You slowly crawled up, again, giving him a nice view of your ass as you did so.

You heard a little impatient groan coming from the phone.

"You okay Petey?" You smiled cutely as you returned to your seated position with your legs in a 'w'. Something you knew turned him on. He'd always ask you to tuck your legs in like that when you rode him. Made things easier for him when he wanted to take control.

He let out another sigh. "Take off that shirt."

You blushed and looked at your phone innocently as you grabbed the hem. "You want me to take off my shirt?"

"No, bunny. I want you to take off my shirt. Now."

Shudders went down your back from his stern voice. With your hands still grabbing the hem of the shirt, you very slowly snaked it over your torso, revealing you in your bra and panties. Your cheeks were stained a pale red from the slight embarrassment and tequila.

A sly smile crept on his face as you so quickly followed his command. You noticed a bulge forming beneath his sweatpants. His eyes were glued to the phone. "Good girl. Don't be so shy bunny, you look so pretty." He reassured.

The back of your hand came to your face to soothe your burning cheeks.

"Uh-uh." He protested. "Dove, look at me. Let me see your face."

Reluctantly you moved your hand and looked at Peter. You rested your palms one on each thigh.

"There's my girl. Are those the panties you bought for my birthday? Let me get a better look."

You scooted yourself closer to the phone so you took up the entire screen.

"Good girl. Such a pretty body. Why don't you touch it, angel?"

You let out a flustered sigh. He knows how wet you can get when he speaks so sweetly to you. Pet names turned you into a puddle. He wanted you to be a mess on display for him.

You kept your hands on your thighs and lightly massaged them. Your right hand lifted and gently grazed your belly. Every touch of your fingertips on yourself made you ache.

"Like this?" You asked looking into the camera with doe eyes.

You heard a quiet "Fuck" escape Peter's lips under his breath. "Just like that baby."

Your left hand shifted closer to your inner thigh while your right continued further up to cup your right breast over your bra. You lightly massaged and let out a small breathy moan.

Peter's right hand rested on top of his crotch, you could tell he was rubbing himself just a little.

"Fuck sweetheart" he started "Go ahead and take that off."

You freed up both your hands and reached behind your back to pull open the clasp. You let your bra slowly fall down your shoulders and arms before you laid it on the bed next to you. You were left only in soaking panties, your chest bare and exposed to him. You resumed where you were. Left hand massaging inside your thighs, dangerously close to your aching core. Your right hand gently massaged your exposed right breast, taking a moment to gently play with your nipple between your fingers. Your left hand migrated up so you were playing with both tits. Eagerly massaging and playing with your nipples. You let out a high-pitched moan and huffed his name "Peter."

Peter was now palming himself through his pants very obviously. "Keep going, bunny." He cooed.

You continued to massage your breasts, making sure to put on a good show. Pressing them together accentuating your cleavage, giving your nipples a gentle tug as you whined his name again. You were getting needy and started to wiggle your hips to relieve the pressure building up between your legs.

"What's the matter, baby?" He chuckled watching your figure twist, aching for relief.

"W-wanna t- need to..." Your voice trailed off in a combination of shyness and neediness.

"C'mon angel use your words."

"C-can I touch myself?"

A grin spread across his face and his hand dipped below the elastic band in his pants. "Only good girls get that. Are you a good girl?"

The way he spoke to you only made you wetter. You could feel yourself soaking up the blanket below you.

"Yes sir, I've been a very good girl. Haven't touched myself the whole time I've been gone."

Your response was obviously a good one because Peter's hand-picked up pace under his sweatpants. "Such a good girl. Go ahead, Dove."

You immediately slipped your dominant hand under your panties and ran a finger up your slit, coating it in your arousal. You used your slick fingers to rub your aching clit. A begging whimper tumbled from your lips as you finally broke the tension between your aching thighs.

Peter removed his hand from himself and slid his bottoms down to the middle of his thighs. His length bobbed up and rested on his stomach before meeting his right hand again.

"Fuck, Princess. Get those panties off let me see what you're doing."

You quickly obeyed, sliding your panties down your thighs and off your legs you were now sitting with your legs open, propped up on the bed with your non-dominant hand. You returned to your aching core, sliding two fingers up your slit and spreading it with your fingers. Peters whimpers and moans as he tugged on himself only made things more intense.

"Jesus, Angel. That's perfect. Tell me all about it."

Peter loved making you vocal while you were a flustered mess. His favorite was pounding into you in missionary and making you talk. 'What's the matter, baby?' 'You gonna be able to take it?' 'Tell me how good it feels baby.'

You propped yourself up on pillows to free up your other hand. The two fingers that were running up and down your slit were now slowly pushing inside you. You made sure to inch it in, giving Peter a front seat view of just how wet he could make you. After a moment you began to pump your fingers in and out. "F-feels so good. Wish I could feel you, Peter." You tried your best, but you could barely get out a word.

"Look at you." He mummed between moans. "N-not even there and you're soaking wet moaning my name. M'gonna ruin you when you get home tomorrow."

Your thighs clenched together over your hand as you listened to his words. You had barely started this and he had you thinking about tomorrow night.

Peter abruptly stopped stroking himself. "No, no, no baby. that's not how this works. Open your legs and show me that pretty pussy."

You whined at the loss of pressure as you slowly opened up your legs. Just enough so he could get a good look.

"Hm-mh not good enough. Wider Bunny. Let me see everything."

His demands had you dripping and you did as you were told.

"That's perfect, good girl. Fuck, you look so good dripping for me like that when you're all alone. Keep going. I wanna see you use both hands."

You eagerly brought your left hand to your clit, slowly circling as your right resumed pumping into you. Your walls tightened as you continued to pick up speed and fingerfuck yourself for him. Your thighs were slick and all Peter could think about was stuffing his head between them and lapping you up.

"Ugh, Y/N. Talk to me, Angel." He pressed again for you to be vocal. His grip on his cock tightened as he watched you.

"It's so good." You whined breathlessly as you kept your pace. "Wish it was your cock in me, daddy." You moaned.

Peter's dick twitched as he discovered his new favorite nickname you've given him.

Your speed increased until you couldn't take it anymore. Your walls tightened as you curled your fingers inside yourself. It was so intense even your thighs were throbbing. "Peter I- I think I-." You let out an ungodly moan. The person in the room next to yours surely heard.

"You're gonna what, baby?" He teased, about to reach release himself.

"I'm gonna- oh god can I please cum daddy?"

Your words melted him into the couch and started fucking his hand faster.

"Go ahead and come, Angel. I wanna hear my name."

Your legs shook and your toes curled as you were finally allowed to release, you continued working your fingers as your head fell back and a pornographic moan slipped from your lips. You sputtered out a slew of curse words along with the occasional "Peter".

Peter came just after you. You heard him through the phone as his head fell back. "Oh shit, y/n. Oh fuck, Bunny. Baby, you're so beautiful."

You laid back against the pillows catching your breath. When your release finally ended you took a few breaths before slowly removing your fingers from yourself. Your knees were weak and shaky.

"Damn." Peter huffed picking his head up and catching his breath. He wiped the sweat from his brow and took some final glances at you. "Okay baby I gotta uh, I gotta go clean up. Holy fuck though, I wasn't kidding. Don't wear any panties when you come home. It's over as soon as you walk in that door."

Should I do part 2? Like, when y/n is coming home to Peter the next day?

[lix-ables]

⌜𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞.⌟

pairing — lee minho x reader, han jisung x reader

wc — 1.9k (i know i said 1.5 but oops)

ratings — 18+ minors dni.

taglist — @chvnnie @hwajin @fluffysam @chaezzii @starlostseungmin @joonszn @evqans   @niinjo @lixhues  @fthan @asuna35​  

genre — smut, includes mentions of  thigh riding, blow job, gagging, use of pet names, slight degradation (reader gets called whore, etc), ji is a teeny bit bratty, lots !!! of !!! teasing !!!

note. —  @/chvnnie​ and i have a heck lot of minsung brainrot, and this need to be written, but also because this was way overdue, i really hope y’all like it. ♡

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© lix-ables. translating and/or reposting is not allowed.

minho was having a bad day, and he needed to head back home before he lost his senses. he knew he would feel better when he was in your arms, your fingers raking through his fluffy hair, almost making him close his eyes and sleep, his weight pressed on you. those being the days he wanted to be nice to you, of course. on other days, well. he’d fuck you senseless. but today, he just wanted to bury his face into the crook of your neck, knowing the sweet smell of the cherry blossom lotion you used would make him feel better. 

when he walked through the door, minho was hit with what felt like a mini tornado or a hurricane — he could never figure out the difference — but the warm embrace and the feel of your small hands wrapped around him waist made him forget why he had a bad day in the first place, also forgetting to set his bag down. “hey, baby.” he smiles, pressing a kiss to your hair, his fingers caressing your head in the process. 

“how was class today?”

“hmm? oh tiring, i need a nap,” minho mumbles at your question, and you frown, pulling away to look up at him, a hand reaching to brush his hair away from his face. “are you okay? do you need me to do something?”

“no angel, where’s ji?” he asks, moving into the living room where he finally set down his bag, and then turns to face you. “he went to get something, didn’t say what,” you whine in protest, being bored left alone. it wasn’t like it had been long since jisung was gone, just ten minutes, saying he’d be back before minho got home. “what did he say he was going to get?” minho reaches for you, pulling you along with him, plopping on the couch, letting you straddle his lap. you fingers almost immediately reach to play with the hem of his dress shirt, getting distracted easily. 

“baby, i asked you something, i need a response,” minho whispers firmly, his eyes on you, his hands wrapping themselves around your wrist. your eyes wouldn’t look at him even for a second, fingers still holding on to his shirt. “can you stop getting distracted please? look at me,” his hand reaches to lift your chin so that you were now looking at him directly. “should i ask jisung, or are you going to tell me?” his free hand moves to grab his phone from the side, ready to dial jisung’s number, his stare still on your face, more likely your lips and how you kept biting them.

now if this was any other day or time, he’d lean in to grab your bottom lip between his teeth, ready to let your moans fill his ears, but not today. today for some reason in particular, you were acting bratty, and he had half the mind to call jisung and ask him, which he was anyways going to do. “i gave you a chance, darling. i’m sure you wouldn’t mind me asking him then.” minho smiles, jisung’s number being shown on the screen, setting the phone on your thigh, and you just stare.

“hey, min. what’s up? you home yet?” jisung’s voice fills the room, the only voice that’s being heard right now, and you whine. of course, jisung hears this and lets out a chuckle. “hi baby, did you tell minho what you did for me to come out and not be there when he got home?” you let out another whine, rubbing yourself on the man under you, who held you in place, his grip tight. “stop moving darling, and tell me what you did,” minho’s hand moving to rest on your clothed stomach, his palm flat. 

“our pretty baby here, tried to act all smart, didn’t you hm?” jisung’s voice sounded hushed almost. “tried touching herself when we clearly told her not to, and now i’m out here getting a present for her, even though i’m supposed to be punishing her.” while jisung was saying this, minho stared at you, his gaze dark, his grip on your wrist getting tighter, until he lets go. “get back home, ji. now. and bring whatever it is that you bought.” his fingers reach to caress your face. 

“if its a reward she wants, then that’s what she’ll get. won’t you baby?” minho cuts the call, his phone thrown to the other end of the couch, and you’re still sitting on him. you bite the inside of your cheek, still not wanting to look at him. “what have we told you?” minho tuts, his hand moving to your waist, your hips being moved with his help, and you let out a mewl, you eyes closed. 

“a-ask for permission?” you let out, itching to grab minho’s shoulders and ride his thigh, knowing he would anyways stop your movements. just like he was doing right now. “did i ask you to fuck yourself on my thigh?” he tilts his head a bit. “didn’t even ask for permission, behaving like a brat, this is new. we’ve taught you better haven’t we?” 

you could only whimper out a response, pressing your clothed pussy onto his thigh a bit more, getting needy by the minute, and minho’s words didn’t help one bit. “p-please...need to-” “need to what? cum?” minho clicks his tongue, running it along his teeth, leaning closer to your face when you nod slowly. “the fact that you’re bold enough to assume im going to let you touch me, or yourself, is amusing,” his fingers wrap around your neck, tilting your head to the side, before pressing a kiss to the skin, making shivers run down to your wet core. “always so needy, always want us to fill you up.” 

you hear the door open and minho lifts his face from your neck, looking in jisung’s direction, who stood at the entrance of the living room, watching both of you. “thought we were gonna punish her,” he mumbles and sets down a bag in front of minho. “oh we are,” minho nods at the bag, “just not yet. it’s no fun when it lasts only a couple minutes, is it now, baby?” 

jisung continues to mutter something under his breath, walking into the kitchen, making minho sigh. “what was that?” “nothing, min.” he nudges your leg with his knuckles, the cold feeling making you purr at the boy under you, and you get off him, kneeling down, almost ready to sit down completely. “don’t make me punish you as well. i will not be having two brats in this room.” jisung walks out, sitting opposite minho, his hands resting on the sides, and stares at you, a soft ‘sorry’ leaving his lips. 

minho’s gaze returns to you, and he leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “i’m going to let you touch me, just this once. do anything other than what i tell you, and i won’t let either of you cum for the next week.” jisung groans at the comment, his nails digging his skin. “why am i getting punished as well?” “did i say i was going to do it? i said if she doesn’t listen, you won’t get to cum,” minho smiles, his fingers working nimbly at the belt, unsnapping the button, and you sit up on your knees again, ready to please him. your eyes looking up at minho’s face, and you lick your lip. you wanted to kiss that smile, but he wouldn’t let you. “eager are we?” 

you move closer to the point it seemed like you were moving into the couch, hands creeping up to his thighs, rubbing small circles on his jean material, while his hand reaches to remove his cock from his pants, stroking it once, twice, like he was teasing you. a groan escapes jisung’s lips at the sight in front of him, and his hand moves to palm his boner, head thrown back a little, still watching minho. “are you getting needy too, angel?” minho raises an eyebrow to jisung, watching his fingers fiddling with the string on his sweatpants. jisung nods, running a hand through his hair, ready to get his cock out as well, his eyes now watching you. “go help him, doll,” minho whispers to you, his free hand tugging your hair, while his other hand gathered the precum that was now glistening at the tip and spread it all over. 

you whimper, standing up, walking over to jisung, trying your best to ignore the sticky feeling in between your legs, kneeling in front of him, and he sits up, his fingers already teasing his cock. his other hand reaches for your face, to caress it, and you kneel in front of him, ready to help him out, ready to make him feel good. by now you were ready for anything, something. 

“c’mere baby, shit—” jisung whimpers when your fingers wrap around his cock, your thumb working to rub the tip, making sure to give attention to all of him. jisung’s sounds was the best thing you’d have heard, you always thought. the way he’d be so vocal about anything he wanted, but also being aggressive at the same time, the way he would just whine when you paid attention to a certain area, and also make you choke on his cock, his fingers gripping your hair, bunching it up.

“stop teasing him, love, or you won’t get anything,” minho’s voice calls out from behind you when your tongue darts out, licking a single stripe along the length of jisung’s cock, earning a small hiss from him. he bit his lip, stopping himself from making anymore sounds. your hands gripped his thighs, nails digging into the sweatpants hoping it would come off, but you didn’t mind. your lips wrap around his tip, and jisung’s fingers bunch up your hair in his hand in a second, his hips bucking into your face. “fuck,” he curses, “wanting my cock in your mouth since forever, haven’t you? always wanting something to suck on.”

“now now, ji,” minho strains, his voice broken, his breathing heavy. “don’t be mean to her.” his fingers still work on his cock, stroking it lazily, his eyes on your head bobbing on jisung’s cock. “if she wants to be a whore that she always is, let her.” you moan around jisung’s cock, and he lets out a groan, a sudden movement of his hips bucking making you gag. “look at you, doll. you like it when someone calls you a whore, don’t you? all so pretty when your mouth is occupied hm?” minho hisses, his hand moving faster on his cock. “i bet you want him to cum in your mouth, huh? swallow everything up like a good little pet you are.” 

you whine, pulling jisung’s cock out of your mouth, rubbing his cock, squeezing the tip occasionally, until you feel a pair of hands lift you up, and help you out of your underwear, the cool breeze making you let out a silent cry. “keep going, pretty. you wanted to cum, didn’t you? gonna make you cum all night long, or not at all.” minho’s fingers slide up and down on your slit, collecting your arousal, before moving up to your clit and pinching it. “what’s in that bag, baby?” he whispers to jisung, who’s face was scrunched up, fingers stroking your hair. “got her a pretty little pink collar. glitter and all. fuck, won’t she look pretty in it? all messed up and ruined, hm?” the last question was directed to you, and you mewl, when minho moves closer, his fingers pushing into your core, once. just that once.

“go wear it darling,” minho whispers into your ear, his fingers still working on your clit until he stops abruptly. “i want to see you fall apart on our cocks wearing that pretty little thing.”

[watchmegetobsessed]

SLEEPLESS

a/n: omg! it's been so long since i last wrote something for harry so it feels a bit weird but in a good way to be back. i've been spending more time offline so writing hasn't been going that fast like before, but im working on a few other stuff too! just please be patient with me, im trying my besti swear! so now enjoy this oneshot of two oblivious and stupid roommates who start sharing a bed...

pairing: Roommate!Harry x reader

word count: 8.1k

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Living with three boys has its perks but also a lot of downsides too. It’s not how you planned, you were set to move in with one of your friends from second year, but she bailed on you last minute, leaving you with no place to live when most of the houses were already taken for the next at least one year. You were bracing yourself to sleep under a bridge or something already when your heroes came along.

You went to high school with Harry Niall and Louis, but you weren’t exactly in the same friend group, just knew about each other. Then you ended up in the same Lit class freshman year with Harry and he was basically your pass into their little group. You hit it off pretty easily and you always wondered why you didn’t become friends before college. Later you had two more classes with him in the second semester and it was just all a coincidence that he found out about your living situation.

“Why don’t you move in with us?” he prompted one afternoon when you were studying together in the library.

“I’m not sharing a room with any of you, Harry,” you sighed, shaking your head.

“You wouldn’t have to. We had a fourth mate living with us but he dropped out about a month ago. You could take his bedroom.”

“Are for real? You should talk about it with the boys first, don’t you think?”

“I’m sure they wouldn’t mind it. They like you too and if I’m being honest, the place could use the touch of a woman,” he smirked and you just rolled your eyes, but you were incredibly thankful for the offer.

So after talking with Niall and Louis about it and once they gave their amens on the situation, you officially moved in with the three of them.

You’d be lying if you said there hasn’t been times when you thought about choosing the bridge, living with boys is not exactly a dream. They are messy, sometimes loud and oblivious about certain things women do and need. You’ll never forget Niall’s face when you packed the shelf above the toilet with your tampons and pads. The horror in his eyes as he examined all the different sizes and types.

“But why so many? I don’t get it why you need the large ones and the mini ones too,” he huffed.

“Because I vary them according to the strength of my flow.”

“Bless you,” he scoffed and just walked away.

They tend to leave their clothes around the house and they don’t always realize when it’s time to let some fresh air into the place either. Harry has a sixth sense wanting to use the bathroom when you’re in and Louis always forgets to get rid of his spoiled food from the fridge. Tini things that surely got you thinking if it was a good idea to move in with them. But then there are times when you can’t even imagine sharing a home with anyone else than these three idiots.

The way Harry always leaves you a cup of coffee on the counter when he has an early class on mondays and wednesdays, how Niall always waits for you to get home after your night shifts at the restaurant you’ve been working at, but he always just says he was watching Supernatural on TV. You love that Louis goes out of his way to get you your favorite pastry for breakfast on sundays when he goes for his morning runs. But the absolute best is that you never feel alone or bored with these three around. Something is always happening and they make sure to involve you in everything, making you feel like part of their little pack.

Tonight is Thursday and Thursdays are movie nights in your home. It’s been a tradition since the first week and you haven’t missed any of them. Sitting on the couch at your usual spot, you laugh as Niall growls in annoyance when you suggest to watch another rom-com.

“Not again!” he protests, sitting on the floor by the coffee table you and Harry thrifted a few months ago after the previous one was broken at a smaller party held in the house.

“Why? I bet Harry would love it!” you grin, glancing at the guy in talk who is now entering the room with a big bowl of popcorn.

“Of course he would, because he is a pussy! And the two of you always team up, dragging Louis with you so I can never watch something I enjoy!” Niall whines as Harry sits next to you, not too bothered by his friend’s cries.

“Come on, I bet you enjoyed Crazy, Stupid Love last week!” you laugh, remembering how he whined for the first part, then fell asleep at the end.

“Love, if you think that was enjoyment, I wouldn’t want to be your boyfriend,” Niall scoffs and you gasp at his reply.

“Hey!” you snap at him, but can’t help laughing. This is how it always goes with you and Niall, the non-stop bickering can sometimes drive Harry and Lou insane.

“Okay, so what do you want to watch?” Harry asks, throwing some popcorn into his mouth as he gets comfortable, an arm resting on the back of the couch behind you, the other one busy with the snack in his lap.

“There is this new horror I’ve been dying to see!” Niall’s blue eyes light up right away, but you’re fast to break that shine.

“Nah, no way. I’m not watching a horror movie.”

“Why not?”

“Because I fucking hate them and they scare the shit out of me.”

“That’s like the whole point!” he protests, but you shake your head no again.

“What are you fighting about again?” Louis asks, walking into the room after his quick shower, the smell of his body wash filling the room for a few moments.

“I want to watch a horror movie, but Y/N is a little baby and she doesn’t want to.”

“I’m not a baby! I just don’t enjoy watching people get killed or demons sucking the life out of someone!” Niall just rolls his eyes at your response.

“But it’s always what you or Harry wants to watch, why can’t I choose just this once?”

“That’s not true, we watch movies you like too!” you retort, but Niall gives you an unimpressed look. “We watched that crime thing, that was your choice!”

“That was three months ago, Y/N,” he sighs and as you do some quick math you realize that he is right.

“Hey, he has a point. Let’s just watch what he wants this one time, yeah?” Harry curls his arm that’s been on the back of the couch around your shoulder and he pulls you to his side, squeezing you gently.

“But I hate horrors,” you pout, knowing well that it’s already kind of settled, you lost this battle.

“It’s just a movie. And if you get scared in the night, you can sleep at mine,” he offers with a wink that surely makes your heartbeat fasten a bit.

If you’re being honest, you’ve always had a tiny crush on Harry, even back in high school, when you didn’t really know him. He was the cool guy, but not the douchebag type, more like the one that was nice to everyone and earned their respect and liking. Getting to know him just proved that he really is a great guy, but you figured he would never feel the same way about you. These three guys only saw you as their sister and that was in a way kinda worse than being friend zoned, but there’s nothing you can do about it, so you just decided to come to peace with your situation. But that doesn’t mean you don’t get flustered when you see him wander around the house in just his boxers or when he gets a little touchy with you, which happens a lot, because that’s just how he is. Hands on your shoulders, a little squeeze on your hips, the gentle touch of his fingers on your back, they happen all the time and they get your pulse up every time. You can only hope it’s not that noticeable.

Niall finally gets what he wants and you agree to watch that stupid horror movie. It doesn’t start off too bad, but it quickly escalates and makes you shudder every time the screen gets a little darker or the music is foreshadowing that something is about to happen.

“Jesus fuck!” you jump a little when the killer appears out of nowhere in the scene.

“You alright?” Harry asks, peeking down at you.

“I fucking hate this dude,” you mumble, rubbing your face with your hands, to get your shit together. Harry chuckles lightly next to you, his arm pulling you to his side close and you gladly sink against him, the warmth of his body giving you some comfort and a sense of safety.

Your eyes are on the screen, but your mind is dancing around how his fingers are delicately running up and down your arm, drawing circles and little shapes on your skin. It could put you to sleep easily, even with the woman screaming on the screen after seeing her husband get killed.

“Just imagine the guy with a funny mustache,” Harry murmurs, leaning closer to you so he doesn’t bother the other two guys with his comment. “Or maybe in a ridiculous outfit.”

“Like… in a onsie?” you ask, squinting your eyes at the screen.

“Could be, yeah,” he chuckles quietly. “Just imagine him running through the woods in a onsie with bunnies all over it.”

You can’t push your laughter down, covering your mouth with your hand so you don’t bother the others. Harry just smirks, giving you a squeeze as you’re still melted against his side on the couch, legs pulled up to your chest, while his are spread out in front of him.

“Definitely not that scary,” you giggle and Harry hums in agreement.

“Would you mind getting a fucking room, you guys? You have two, in fact!” Niall snaps at you playfully, when you start laughing again.

“Sorry, sorry!” you clear your throat, your cheeks heating up at the comment, but luckily it’s dark enough to hide your embarrassment. Niall is always quick to make dirty jokes and tease you in a way that makes you nervous, especially when it involves Harry as well. He has made plenty of comments about you and Harry since you’ve moved in, implying that the two of you sometimes act like a couple or that you should hook up. Harry is always quick to shake them off, that’s how you know he couldn’t even take the thought seriously.

At the end of the movie you feel like it wasn’t bad, not with Harry holding you close at least.

“Will you be screaming tonight, Y/N?” Niall teases you, making you roll your eyes at him.

“Either way it’s gonna be your fault.”

“I can live with that!” he laughs, bidding his goodbye before he shuts the door of his bedroom behind him.

You do your usual evening routine, get ready to bed and by the time you’re done in the bathroom all the boys have retired into their rooms. The hallway stands dark in front of you, only a tiny bit of light coming from your bedroom since you left your bedside lamp on in there, but you still can’t help the eerie feeling that washes over you. That movie didn’t sit right with you and now you have to face the aftermath of it.

Switching the lights in the bathroom off you sprint into your bedroom, pictures from the movie flashing in your mind of the killer just jumping out of nowhere. You shut the door and lean your back against it for a moment, taking a deep breath. Tonight is going to be long.

No matter how hard you try, you just can’t fall asleep. You’re way too alerted, opening your eyes at the tiniest of sounds around you, which is unfortunate, because your window is looking over the main street, unlike two other rooms in the house, that are facing the small backyard. Harry and Louis have the luck to have those rooms.

Every time you’re about to fall asleep something from the movie sneaks into your thoughts and you get scared to death. Soon, you realize you won’t be able to sleep on your own tonight.

Sitting on the edge of your bed, you wonder if Harry really meant that offer that you can sleep with him or not. Part of you is convinced it was just a joke, but when you hear someone shouting down the street you push your doubts aside and you quickly find yourself making your way to Harry’s room.

You knock on the room lightly, not wanting to wake anyone else up. The last thing you need is Niall seeing you go into Harry’s room in the middle of the night.

No answer comes from inside, but you won’t just leave it at that. Opening the door you’re facing another dark room, barely making out the furniture, but you already know the route by heart. Making it to the bed your eyes finally adjust to the darkness and you can see Harry lying on his side, sleeping peacefully. Squatting down you place a hand to his shoulder and give him a tiny shake.

“Harry?” you call out quietly, but his answer is just a huff. “Harry, it’s me,” you try again, squeezing his arm. He furrows his eyebrows before slowly blinking his eyes open, finding you in his sight.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” he asks in that groggy, low voice you love hearing in the morning so much.

“I can’t… Did you mean that I can sleep here if I’m scared?” you ask, afraid that he might just have a good laugh and send you back to your room. For a long moment, he just blinks at you before nodding his head and you feel relief washing over you.

“Sure,” he hums.

“O-okay then I’ll bring a blanket and take the floor and--”

“Shut up, you are not sleeping on the floor,” he growls, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into bed with him as he scoots over, making you space on the mattress.

It’s a bit weird at first, lying in bed with Harry, especially because it’s just queen sized, so there’s not much space between the two of you, but it seems like Harry doesn’t mind it so why should you?

Your nerves are a lot calmer with Harry next to you, but maybe it’s still because of the movie or because you’re a bit anxious about the whole situation, you just still can’t relax enough to fall asleep.

“Y/N, no one is gonna kill you here,” Harry speaks up surprising you because you thought he has already fallen back asleep.

“I know, I know,” you whisper, trying to sound convincing, but you can’t fool anyone, especially not him.

He huffs deeply and before you could realize what’s happening, Harry’s arm is curled around your waist, pulling you against him, spooning you from behind, the warmth of his body wrapping your figure almost entirely.

“If a murderer comes, they will have to fight me first, alright? Now sleep,” he mumbles against your hair, squeezing you gently. All at once, you couldn’t care about killers and dark shadows around you, because Harry was right there, holding you tight and there was nowhere you wanted to be more than right there.

You slept like a baby. Harry’s closeness kept every nightmare away from you and the morning came with ease. Harry’s phone wakes the two of you up at eight, because he has a morning class at 9.30. The two of you are completely tangled up in each other, lying on your side facing each other, Harry’s arms are wrapped around you, while yours are hugging his waist. Groaning at the sound of his alarm, he rolls to his back to reach for the phone on the nightstand and then he finally turns it off. It’s bright outside, the darkness of the night finally long gone. You’re still groggy when Harry rolls back, his arm coming back around you like it’s the most natural thing in the world and in a sense, it feels like that. But as you both slowly wake up, you realize that you might be a little too close. Slowly but surely you let go of each other, rolling to your back, staring up at the ceiling.

“Hope I didn’t kick you in my sleep,” you smile at him, peeking over at him, hoping to break the awkwardness of the situation.

“No, don’t worry about it,” he chuckles, rubbing his eyes, before pushing himself up and off the bed. You follow him with your gaze as he steps to his dresser and grabs a pair of clean underwear. “I’ll put on a coffee while I shower, want one too?” he asks, though you know he could make one for you anyway.

“Sure, thank you,” you nod and he nods back, yawning as he walks out of the room, leaving you lying in his bed, a bit confused and kind of aching to be held by him again.

Two days pass by, everything is going as per usual, neither you nor Harry brings up that you spent the night in his bed that one particular time. Now it’s saturday and you all were planning to go out, but a sudden storm has cancelled your plans, so the evening turned into a cozy, lazy hangout instead of a wild party at some frat house.

Louis decided to work on a paper that’s due in two weeks, Niall has been relentlessly swiping on Tinder while you and Harry are spawled out on the couch, watching some shitty action movie that was on TV, since you both were too lazy to choose one and put it on. Deep down you’re a little happy you don’t have to spend the evening in a crowded, smelly house, drinking cheap alcohol.

Harry gets up from his seat to grab himself a drink just when Niall growls in annoyance.

“What is it?” you ask.

“They keep unmatching with me after we’ve talked a little!”

“Have you thought about the reason?” you smirk at him, knowing well that Niall probably isn’t the easiest to talk to, he surely takes it too far too soon.

“Well they probably don’t like that I ask them if I can go over,” he shrugs, making you laugh.

“You’d go over in the pouring rain?” Harry asks, returning to his spot on the couch. He puts his drink to the coffee table and instead of sitting into his previous position, leaning against the arm of the couch, he lies down, laying his head to your thigh, making your breath hitch for a moment.

“Of course not!” Niall rolls his eyes. “But I thought it would make them think I would do anything for them.”

“It makes you seem desperate,” Harry retorts, earning a questioning look from his friend. “What? It does!”

“No, it doesn’t.”

“Yes it does,” you nod in agreement. “Going over in the middle of a storm just to fuck? Sounds like you’re having a hard time finding someone.”

“Women are so fucking complicated, and for what?!” he growls, before storming off to his bedroom, like an angsty teenager, leaving you and Harry alone.

He doesn’t move, his head stays on your thigh using it as a pillow. His curls are tickling the soft skin on your thigh and you have to fight the urge to play with his hair or scratch his scalp. You stay like this for the rest of the movie and when he gets up you almost want to pull him back.

“Alright, I’m fucked, I’m gonna go to bed,” he yawns, stretching his arms out into the air as he heads into his bedroom. “Good night, Y/N.”

“Night, Harry!” you call after him as you watch his frame disappear down the hallway.

Sighing, you slide down on the couch, cursing under your breath that you’re still so hung up on Harry. You really thought that you had it under control, but lately those damn butterflies are acting up in your stomach at everything he does.

“I’m pathetic,” you mumble under your breath just as the sky rumbles outside with a blinding lightning, making you jump with a squeak. “Shit,” you huff, already knowing that falling asleep will be a pain in the ass. Again.

You’ve always hated storms, they make you think that something bad is about to happen, a tree is about to fall into the window or a lightning will blow up the building. It’s kind of stupid, you know it, but you just can’t help it.

Tossing and turning, you jump every time a lightning flashes somewhere outside and a few seconds later the thunder rips through your whole body, almost making you fall off the bed.

“Oh God,” you let out a shaky breath. You have no idea how long it is until the Storm finally stops and you’d really like to have a good night's sleep. So pushing your anxious thoughts to the side, you get out of bed and head over to Harry’s room once again.

It’s such a deja vu from a few nights ago, as you gently knock on the door you wait again, but this time you actually get an answer.

“Yeah?” you hear him call out from inside and you slowly open the door, peeking your head inside. Harry is lying in bed, his head propped up against the headboard as he is scrolling through his phone. “Y/N? What’s wrong?” he asks, putting the phone aside as he sits up.

“I just, I-I know it’s stupid, but I was thinking… I don’t know--”

“Y/N, just tell me, alright? Come on in,” he gestures for you and you slip into the room, closing the door behind you before sitting to the edge of the bed next to him. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t sleep during storms…” you admit, looking into his eyes, hoping he gets the hint where you want to head with it. He stares back at you for a moment before he scoots over, lifting the covers up, giving you the green light to join him.

Relieved, you climb over to him, making yourself comfortable as he wraps the blanket over you, his arm immediately coming to cradle you, this time pulling you to his chest so your head is laid upon his shoulder, a hand gently placed onto his hard chest, probably right above where his butterfly tattoo is adorning his abdomen.

This is now easily your favorite place. Safe and tight in Harry’s arms, protected from anything and everything, like you’re in a little bubble as soon as you get on his bed.

Lightning strikes outside again and you shiver a little. Harry probably notices it, because he tightens his hold around you, as if it’s his way telling you that he is here and nothing bad is gonna happen. Eventually, you’re able to shut the outside out and only focus on Harry’s warmth, the touch of his hand on your arm and his even breathing. And then finally, you drift off to sleep.

This morning is different from the previous one you spent here. There’s no alarm since it’s Sunday, neither of you have anything in particular to do, so you wake up feeling rested, the Sun shining through his half drawn in curtains, no trace of last night’s storm can be noticed from where you’re lying in bed, the sky is as clear as ever. Sometime during the night you got tangled in a way where Harry is the one now cuddling you, his head lying on your chest, hugging you as if you were a giant teddy bear, his leg thrown between yours, lightly snoring against your sleep shirt. You can only see his mop of hair and the urge to play with them is back, but this time, you give in.

Leaving one hand on his back, you move the other one to his unruly locks, gently playing with one before you comb your fingers through it, lightly scratching his scalp. Harry hums in pleasure, shifting from his dreams back to reality, but he doesn’t move, just keeps humming as you massage his scalp.

“It’s not a good morning, it’s the best,” he mumbles groggily, making you chuckle at his words.

One of his hands is flat against your ribcage and the damned butterflies start dancing when you feel his fingers gently stroke your side as you keep playing with his curls. This feels so idyllic, as if you’ve been like this forever. You wish that was true.

Groaning as he stretches, Harry rolls to his back, making you instantly miss his body pressed against yours. He rubs his eyes, sighing deep as he blinks up at the ceiling a few times, then he turns his head to the side, looking at you.

Just when he is about to say something, outside his door it sounds like someone just broke a pile of plates and it’s followed by Niall’s usual annoyed growl. You both get out of bed to go and check what happened, not even thinking about how it might appear that you both are coming from Harry’s room in the morning.

Harry flings the door open and there is Niall, collecting pieces of a plate from the floor, his breakfast scattered down the hallway as well while he curses under his breath.

“What happened?” Harry asks, picking up a bigger piece from the plate.

“Fucking tripped,” he growls back, glancing up just for a moment, then back down, but then he processes that you’re standing behind Harry, in his room, in the morning. “What the fuck are you doing in Harry’s room?” he bluntly asks, quickly forgetting about the mess he just made.

“What?” you ask nervously, your pulse quickening in an instant. Harry stands up, seemingly not too bothered by Niall’s question.

“You slept in his room?!”

“She did,” Harry answers, leaning against the doorframe.

“Wait, are you two fucking?” Niall’s eyes widen, snapping back and forth between you and Harry.

“Just because two people sleep in the same bed, doesn’t mean they are fucking, Niall,” Harry chuckles, seemingly amused by the situation that’s got your stomach knotted. Louis’ door opens and he walks out, his hair a little messy, but already dressed, a mug halfway filled with coffee in his hand.

“Wha’s this circus out here?” he asks, looking around, his eyes scanning over the mess on the floor.

“Did you know these two are fucking?” Niall asks him and Harry lets his head drop back at his words.

“Are you?” Louis simply questions and you shake your head no.

“We are not. Y/N can’t sleep in a storm so she came over to mine.”

“Funny, she doesn’t come to me when she’s scared,” Niall scoffs.

“I never came to you because you don’t understand that sleeping together doesn’t mean sex,” you retort, though your ears are practically burning from the rising anxiety inside you.

“Wait, whoa. This wasn’t the first time you two slept together?”

“She was scared after your stupid horror movie too,” Harry shrugs.

“Wow, so are you guys a thing now or what?”

“Niall!” Harry growls and you’re not entirely sure what bothers you more. Niall’s shock and interrogation or the way Harry seems so cool and unbothered, like it’s no big deal. Maybe because for him it really isn’t, it’s only about the sleeping, nothing else, even though the cuddles are a little beyond the lines of friendship.

“What? I’m just asking the important stuff! Am I not allowed to tell dirty jokes to Y/N because you’ll cut my prick off?”

“You shouldn’t tell those anyway,” Louis chimes in and you nod in agreement.

Seeing that the conversation is just getting more and more awkward with each passing moment you decide to pull yourself out of it. Pushing yourself past Harry you mumble an excuse me before rushing back into your room, the three boys eyeing you curiously as you shut the door behind you, finally putting a physical barrier between you and them.

You shouldn’t be this offended, it’s not like any promises were made and you should have known better and not fall for him more than you already did. It was silly of you to think that there was anything more behind these nights spent curled up against each other, or when you woke up tangled and melted together. It was never what you hoped it to be.

Then and there you decide it’s better if you distanced yourself from him, or at least go back to how it was before. No bed sharing, no cuddling and preferably no bitter feelings.

It all goes well, because you have a pretty busy week after that day, you always have something to do and it’s not like you spent the night with Harry randomly, so it was evident that you stayed in your room so far.

But about a week later another storm was threatening to strike. The sky was gradually darkening all afternoon and now it’s only five o’clock, but it feels like eight. It’s Sunday, you’re quite exhausted since you were working until three. Niall was out somewhere with some of his coursemates and Louis went home for the weekend, won’t be back until Tuesday. It’s just you and Harry, who’s been sprawled out on the couch in only his sweatpants while you’re making yourself an early dinner so you can go to bed soon and have a good night’s sleep.

It doesn’t take long for the rain to start pouring, you’ve just gotten out of the shower when the first thunder rips through the place, making you gasp in fear. Harry’s head snaps around, looking in your way where you’re standing at the bathroom door, a questioning look in his eyes, but he doesn’t say a word. Ignoring his gaze, you just make your way into your bedroom, not even thinking about what could be on his mind. Is he thinking about whether you’ll ask to sleep with him again or he doesn’t care about it at all?

By the time you are ready to go to bed, the storm is fully raging outside, making your insides tremble every time you see a lightning or the thunder breaks the quietness in the house. You make one last trip to the kitchen, finding Harry leaned against the counter as he eats an apple.

“Going to bed early?” he asks as you pour yourself some water.

“Mhm,” you nod, avoiding looking at him.

“Everything alright?”

“Sure, I’m just tired,” you force a small smile onto your face just when a thunder rumbles outside, making you jump. Harry is watching you curiously and kind of expectantly, but you’re doing your best ignoring it. Instead, you just grab your water and head back to your room. “Good night.”

“Night, Y/N,” he calls after you, and you can feel his burning gaze on your back right until you close the door behind you.

Your plan to sleep a good ten hours goes right out the window. It doesn’t seem like the storm is about to calm anytime soon, so you’re stuck to suffer through it on your own. You’ll be damned to go to Harry’s, that would be an instant heart break and you just can’t take that right now. Long, torturous hours pass by with you lying awake in bed and part of you wants to go running over to Harry, but you force yourself to stay. It’s not happening tonight.

You fall asleep sometime after two in the morning when the thunder and lightning have stopped. Unfortunately, you need to wake up early in the morning, so when your phone’s alarm shakes you out of your sleep, you feel like absolute shit. Dragging yourself out of bed appears to be the hardest thing right now. As you make your way out, you are met with an all too familiar figure sitting at the small dining table, two cups of coffees in front of him, one obviously made for you.

Harry’s eyes snap up at you curiously, taking in your terrible looks as you head to the bathroom.

“Morning,” you mumble under your breath.

“Good morning’,” he nods in your way and though he doesn’t say anything else, you can tell he has a few thoughts about your current state.

Once you’re done with your morning business in there you join him at the table, barely able to keep your eyes open.

“Rough night?” he asks, eyes examining your face.

“Kinda.”

“The storm?”

You don’t answer, just nod your head. He remains silent, but you can feel that he is dying to ask another question.

Why didn’t you come over?

You’re glad he doesn’t actually asks you, because you wouldn’t be able to give either a normal answer or say anything without starting to cry. Instead, you just grab your coffee and head back into your bedroom to get ready for the day.

That week on Friday all four of you are invited to a party. At first you want to cancel, but some of your friends from classes will be there too and it’s been ages since you’ve been to a great party, so you decide to tag along with the boys.

For the first half of the evening you go your separate way, spending time with people you don’t actually live with and see every day. One drink follows the other, though you make sure you don’t go farther than getting tipsy. You’re not in the mood to deal with a nasty hangover in the morning.

Sometime after your third or fourth drink you run into Niall and he pulls you into their little circle that also involves Harry. When he sees that you’ve joined them, his eyes light up and goes out of his way to get next to you.

“I haven’t seen you in ages!” he whines, slurring his words as he wraps an arm around your shoulders to keep you at his side. He is definitely drunk, that you’re sure of.

“It’s been just about two hours, Harry,” you roll your eyes, but can’t push your smile down. You’d be lying if you said you’re not enjoying having him so close. Your dynamic hasn’t been the same since you stopped sleeping in his bed. Not that it was such a regular activity, it only happened two times.

“But I missed you, I feel like we haven’t… haven’t talked in so long!” he huffs, knitting his eyebrows together. “Have you been avoiding me?” he asks leaning closer, so your conversation can somewhat be private.

“That’s silly. Of course I haven’t!”

“But it feels like that,” he pouts with glossy eyes. “You’d tell me if something was wrong, right?”

“Sure,” you nod, the bitter taste of lying filling your mouth.

“Alright, cool,” he smirks and pulling closer he kisses into your hair before he engages with the rest of the group again, keeping his arm around you as if it wasn’t a big deal.

For the rest of the evening you simply don’t leave his side and not because he doesn’t let you, but because you don’t want to. Harry is not the only one missing the other, this week you’ve noticed that even though you’ve been keeping yourself busy, your thoughts always took you back to one particular, curly haired boy. Despite everything that’s been going on, he is your friend first and foremost who you love spending time with and talking about anything and everything.

Both of you are intoxicated, Harry a bit more than you, but you’re having a blast playing beerpong or ruining Niall’s chances with girls he is trying to pick up. You’re genuinely having an amazing time and it wouldn’t be the same without Harry.

Arriving back home your little group splits, everyone using the bathroom after the other and you’re the last one in line, because you always take the longest. By the time you’re finished, Louis and Niall are both locked up in their rooms, but Harry’s door is still open, some dim lighting illuminating the hallway. As you approach it, you find him throwing his dirty clothes into the hamper, but his head perks up when he sees you.

“Good night, H,” you sigh, quite tired and in need of a good sleep, but before you could head into your own bedroom, Harry grabs your wrist and pulls you into his. “What is it?”

“Sleep here,” he simply prompts, already leading you to the bed.

“Why?”

“Because I want you to.”

“I-I… I don’t--” you stutter, feeling flustered from his offer.

“Come on, you can’t say no,” he tells you, already crawling under his covers and then he holds them up as the invitation.

Taking a deep breath you follow him and make yourself comfortable in your almost usual spot. Harry’s arm falls over your waist in an instant, spooning you from behind as he hums pleased. But a few moments later he lifts his head, looking at you with concern in his eyes.

“You know you can say no, right? I was just joking.” Looking back at him you give him a small smile. Even drunk he makes sure you aren’t doing anything you don’t want to, but how could you not want it? You’ve been aching to sleep next to him all week, especially after the last storm when you suffered alone in your room.

“I know, Harry.”

“Alright, okay,” he nods, his head dropping back to the pillow. “I missed this,” he mumbles with a sigh.

“Yeah?”

“Mm, sleeping alone sucks,” he hums and in a split second, your heart breaks.

Harry didn’t want to sleep with you, he just wanted to sleep with someone and you were the one there. It has nothing to do with you.

You want to blame him, you want it to be his fault that your chest is now aching, knowing that it truly doesn’t mean the same thing to him it does to you, but you know you can’t. It wouldn’t be fair, so once again, you’re left with a sinking heart wrapped up into Harry’s embrace that suddenly feels burning.

“Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Harry.”

When the morning comes Harry is still sleeping deep beside you, an arm thrown over your waist, puffing warm air against the side of your head with every breath he exhales. Seeing him so peaceful warms your heart, but then you realize everything that happened last night, how he only used you because you were available and not because he wanted you.

You don’t want to wait for him to wake up and face him, your emotions would surely bring the best out of you. So carefully, you unwrap yourself from his hold and sneak out of his room, back into yours.

There’s no way you can face Harry right now, so before he could wake up you leave, planning on spending the day in the library, working on your assignments, hoping the school work will take your mind off of how badly you’ve been friendzoned.

Sometime after eleven Harry actually texts you asking where you went and you just tell him you have a shitload of school stuff to deal with. He asks if he can join you, but you tell him you’re with a group of your classmates, even though you’re sitting in an almost entirely empty library. He luckily doesn’t push it and leaves you to be. Hopefully he’ll be fine when you take another step away from him for a while to get your head straight and sort your emotions out.

You get home quite late, but not late enough, apparently. Because walking into the house you find the boys clearly getting ready to watch a movie.

“Just in time!” Niall beams. “Join us, Princess!” he laughs, grabbing himself a cola from the fridge.

“Oh, no, I have some things to work on--”

“Come on, you’ve been in the library all day, you can have a break!” Louis tells you and you know you won’t be left alone, they are just so persistent.

So you join them in your usual spot, which is of course next to Harry, though you’re trying to avoid his gaze that hasn’t left you since you arrived and by now you’re certain he knows you’re avoiding him. There’s a reason why he asked you last night if you’ve been doing it lately, he is not stupid, but this is not the time to deal with it.

With your inner crisis bubbling inside you, you completely forget to ask what you’re watching. A few minutes into the movie it becomes quite clear however.

“Is this a fucking horror movie again?” you ask, snapping at Niall, who just starts laughing.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure Harry will gladly let you sleep in his bed tonight,” he teases, making your whole face heat up at his comment. Harry slaps his chest before he turns to you with concern filled eyes, but you pretend like you see nothing, turning back to the screen with your jaw clenched.

You’re fucked.

The movie is a fucking shitshow and leaves you traumatized. When it’s over, you think about why didn’t you just stand up and go into your room when you realized it’s another horror. For a change, this one was filled with demons and monsters that hide in the shadows, just what you need before going to bed. In the night. In a totally dark room.

Exiting the bathroom you’re already planning on watching something lighthearted and cheerful in your room, hoping that would make you forget the movie you just saw and give you the chance to actually sleep.

Walking past Harry’s room you see that it’s still open and you catch him expectantly looking at you when you appear in the doorway as you walk down the hallway, your eyes meeting for just a split second before you disappear from his sight and shut your bedroom door without a word behind you.

No matter how many random videos you watch on YouTube, some scenes from the movie are just imprinted into your mind and they have you trembling in fear. Every shadow looks like a demon or ghost, hiding in your room, ready to haunt and kill you and you’re on the verge of actually crying. It might not be only because of the movie, more like everything else that’s been bottled up inside you, added to the fear the movie has brought to you.

Shutting your eyes closed you try to take deep breaths and for a bit it actually seems to help, but that is until you hear the door opening. It gives you an instant heart attack and you can’t keep your tears back anymore.

A whimper leaves your mouth as the door opens and you can only see a shadow entering the room, totally not recognizing Harry in the dark.

“Y/N, hey, it’s just me! It’s okay!” he quickly clears, seeing how shaken up you are. He rushes over to the bed, one hand cupping your cheek, the other one finding your hand and before you could think, you grip it hard.

“You scared the living hell out of me!” you cry out, sobbing.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to check on you.”

Silence sets between the two of you that’s only momentarily broken by your shaky breaths as you try to calm yourself down.

“Why didn’t you come to mine after the movie if you were so scared?” he then asks, surprising you with how straightforward he is.

“I didn’t want to bother you,” you mumble, blinking the remaining of the tears away as Harry stares down at you intently.

“Why would you think you’d bother me? I like having you there.”

“But it’s… Doesn’t matter,” you sigh in defeat, but it just concerns him even more.

“No, tell me!”

“Harry, just go back to your room. I’ll be fine.”

“You definitely won’t and I’m not leaving until you don’t tell me what’s going on,” he protests firmly and you lose your patience to keep lying to him.

“You just wanted someone to sleep with yesterday, okay? You didn’t need me. And… I don’t want to depend on you more than I should.”

Harry stares back at you with a blank expression and you feel like this is going to be the end of your friendship. You have to come clean about your feelings and he’ll tell you that he doesn’t feel the same way. But then he speaks up and the tables turn faster than ever.

“Y/N, I wanted you to sleep with me last night. Not just anyone. You.”

“What?”

“I really thought we have been on the same page, but apparently, we’re not even in the same book,” he sighs, confusing you even more. “Wasn’t it suspicious how things have been between us lately? The way we slept, the mornings, did you think these are normal things to do?”

“I-I thought that… it didn’t mean anything to you.”

“Well it did,” he replies and you breath hitches in your throat. “I was trying to take it slow, see how you’d react to everything and I thought you were feeling the same way. But then last time you didn’t come to my room when there was a storm and I thought that was your way of telling me that you want to pause whatever’s been going on.”

You’re just blinking in shock, listening to his words. This is nothing you expected.

“But then you seemed like you opened back up last night and you agreed to sleep with me, thought we were back on track, but then you were nowhere to be found in the morning, avoided me all day and now you would have rather spent the night crying here alone than to come over to me. What did I do? Just tell me, because quite frankly, I have no idea what we are doing anymore, Y/N,” he sighs, clearly tired of this insane game you’ve been playing without even knowing.

“So… you did all of this, because… you…”

“Because I like you, Y/N. But there’s a possibility it’s already way more than just a strong liking,” he admits with a soft chuckle that melts you in an instant.

“Oh god, I could cry again, but not out of fear this time,” you tell him, making him laugh as you scoot closer to him on the mattress. “I feel the same way, Harry,” you softly tell him, your hands finding the base of his neck while his hands have wandered to your waist so now he is pulling you towards him until he ends up in his lap. His face is now so close, and even in the dark, you can see the cheesy smile on his pink lips.

“You’re not saying this just to keep me here because you’re scared to be alone, right?” he asks, clearly joking, earning a wholehearted laugh from you.

“No, but I guess that would be a major benefit of it.”

“I’ll protect you from all the demons and killers under one condition,” he smirks, his face already inching closer, his nose is already touching yours.

“Yeah? And what’s that?”

“I get to kiss you.”

“Deal.”

You barely say this one little word, his lips are already on yours, kissing you in a way that almost knocks all the air out of your lungs. You press yourself up against him, his arms curling around you, holding you tight as if he is already protecting you from everything that scares you, though you can’t really think about the stupid horror movies now that you’re kissing Harry.

He pulls you down with himself making you lie on your back as he holds himself up above you, his lips parting from your just enough so he can look into your eyes.

“How about I kiss you every time you feel scared?” he prompts, pecking your lips gently as you pull your legs up and his hips settle between your thighs, while your hands dance down his back.

“Alright, I’m in,” you smirk at him and for a moment he just stares back at you, smiling wide, in complete awe that it’s finally happening. Then he cocks his head to the side before speaking up.

“Are you still scared?”

“Very,” you nod. “I’m shaking.”

“Good,” he grins before his lips press onto yours again.

Thank you for reading! Please like/reblog if you enjoyed!

[moemammon]

could i please request the obey me ! boyfies with an s/o who is like & chubby ? they get insecure about it (like being tall + chubby) and really are body-insecure to the point it’s like super frustrating too bc they want to express themselves through their outfits but absolutely hate clothes shopping and will break down bc of the amount of people, the clothing sizes, and being upset after trying things on... thank you so much!!

The Demon Bros react to a Body-Insecure GN!MC

(Beauty comes in all shapes and sizes. This is something we hear all the time to the point that it almost feels dry and cliche. But! Just know that there's NOTHING wrong with the way you look, despite all the media we see centered around the world's idea of beauty. Beauty is subjective, and not eternal. Just be you. The best 'you' you can be!)

Lucifer

Do you REALLY think an age old demon would see anything wrong with what you look like? He's constantly surrounded by beauty, anyway, in the form of demons and angels alike

Besides, Luci isn't shallow enough to base his affections for you purely on how you look, so you don't even have to question that.

But he does recognize that you don't see yourself in the same like as he does, and he's so, so patient with you. After all, he can't have the love of his life doubting their self worth. The Avatar of Pride won't be having that.

Lucifer takes the time to tell you, everyday, what you mean to him. In the quiet moments when you two are alone, he'll guide your gaze to meet his own, and starts going down the list of the things that make you beautiful.

"To think you'd be self conscious about something like this.... Do you think I'd settle for anything less than perfection? Let me remind you again why I love every inch of you, MC."

Mammon

Taking up modeling gigs means Mammon's seen just about every body type under the sun, so do you seriously think he's that worried about the way you look?

He's a little slow to read the room, so it takes him a while to realize that you're self conscious. But when he tries taking you clothes shopping one day, and sees you're on the verge of tears after trying on two outfits, he gets the clue.

NOW he's being extra as hell in showing you how much he likes you. You start waking up to texts telling you how beautiful you are (with the obligatory threat that you'd better not show his brothers), he keeps putting his arm around you in public, and when he can muster up the courage, he'll even tell you in person how good you look in the outfit you're wearing.

He even starts sending you links to websites he visits to buy clothes. There's some good ones that have a wide range of customization options, and a pretty diverse size chart! It's not so bad if it's online, right?

"Anyone who's worthy of being around THE Great Mammon is worth a million grimm, understand? I don't really get all the fuss about yer body, but... I think ya look fine the way ya are. So smile a little more, alright?"

Levi

Levi can relate when it comes to body insecurities. He's a layabout, and the only exercise he gets is when he's forced to get it. He doesn't think he's much of a looker compared to his brothers, either.

So when you tell him how you feel about the way you look, he gathers up every ounce of otaku™️ strength to tell you that there's nothing wrong with your height, or weight.

He DEFINITELY values personality over looks, and even then it's not like he finds you unattractive. Seriously, he doesn't get your worries at all. Are you sure you can see properly..? They say staring at screens too long can mess up your eyesight, so maybe he should stop forcing you to watch so much tv with him?

And guess what? Levi can sew. Go ahead and bring him the clothes you wanna wear, and he'll get em fixed up for you! Or if you want something custom made, he's got you! Leave it to the master weeb and his endless cosplay knowledge! ✨

"L-Like in anime! It's boring to see the same body types all the time and it's nice when they change it up, s-so....Uh.... Anyway, I like everything about you, okay?! Your body is fine the way it is!"

Satan

According to his nerd calculations, you have no reason to be insecure.

Jokes aside, Satan listens to your concerns and handles them gently. No two people look alike and the world is full of different body types, so who's to decide what is and isn't beautiful?

As he sees it, you're healthy and happy, and isn't that all that matters? He can't take away your anxieties about shopping, but he CAN help you find things you would like to try out. He's pretty sure he has a book that teaches a spell for altering clothes in an instant....

Satan tends to think on the logical side of things, so you can trust that he isn't just saying nice things to spare your feelings. He means every word when he tells you how perfect you are in his eyes.

"Of the billions of people on earth, do you really think anyone can say what 'beauty' is? MC, you're perfect the way you are. Should I write a book about all the wonderful things I love about you?"

Asmo

If there's anyone who can appreciate all body types, it's Asmo. What can you expect from the Avatar of Lust, who's seen all there is to see? If anything, there's more for him to love~!

And his affection for your body isn't even entirely sexual. It's all about aesthetics! He loves every dip and curve of yours, from head to toe!

He knows you find it difficult to find clothes that suit you, so he's started having your clothes tailored. You're a little confused when he randomly starts taking your measurements one day-

Later, he returns to you with all those outfits you kept staring at a little too long, all tailored to your body type. Asmo has CONNECTIONS, baby. He's gonna make sure you find everything you could possibly want. He knows how crucial it is to express yourself through what you wear!

"Didn't I tell you you'd look great in that? I'm never wrong when it comes to fashion! And MC darling, you look as stunning as always! Ooh, I just love the way this accentuates your body~!"

Beel

Beel only has food on the brain, so he's the least likely to care for appearances. He loves you for your heart, because that's what matters the most to him. And when you're happy, he's happy!

He loves the look on your face when you smile at yourself in the mirror, and he wants to see that more often. So when you express your insecurities about your body, Beel has a plan of action in mind.

He hoists you up and settles you onto his bed, first grabbing your thighs, your hips, your torso, your arms, and ends all the touching by cupping your cheeks. His hands are warm with affection, and you could already feel yourself melting into his touch.

He looks you in the eye with that deadpan expression of his, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, and a potato chip to your lips.

"No matter how you look or what you wear, you're still the same MC that I love. Every part of you is just fine, so why do you worry so much about it? I'll remind you over and over if I have to."

Belphie

Um??? That means he has more to hold?? when you guys cuddle?? You're warm, you smell nice, and he loves you. Literally where is the downside to any of that???

Belphie takes your worries with a grain of salt, but he knows how insecure you are so he doesn't brush them off. He DOES however tell you that you're worrying yourself to death.

Also, do you really think a man that sleeps all the time is going to have washboard abs? Belphie definitely has a little chub here and there under those baggy ass clothes of his.

Speaking of clothes, he thinks you should just wear whatever makes you comfortable. You're wearing those clothes for yourself, aren't you? So just wear what you like.

"There you go again, talking badly about yourself. Geez.... I guess I'll just have to hold you in my arms until you realize how silly you're being. Come here."

[sanguine-archived]

Bad Girls Have to Watch

Wanda x Natasha x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sending an explicit video of yourself while your girlfriends are away turned out to be a bad idea, or did it?

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ please!, Bondage (Wanda uses her powers), fingering, squirting, vaginal penetration, praise kink for sure.

A/N: I couldn’t help myself. It’s probably shit but you can let me know? I literally just wrote, so there are prob errors somewhere. Wanda is brunette in this one :)

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"What the fuck is this?" Natasha's voice is like venom. She holds up her phone; her screen displaying the little present you decided to surprise your girlfriends with while they were away on a mission. You hear your own moans come from her speakers as you touch yourself on camera.

Wanda stands next to Nat with her arms folded over her chest. Her glare is boring directly into your soul, and Natasha's tone is enough to make you very afraid of what is going to happen next.  The rage you feel radiating from them has your panties soaked already. They don't seem like they enjoyed your present.

You prop yourself up on your elbows, and look at them from the middle of the bed, "I couldn't help myself. I was so fucking horny for you two and I couldn't wait till you got back."

Wanda jerks her finger down, gesturing you to come towards the pair. You swallow, and shuffle your way to the front of the bed. Sitting back on your legs you look between your two partners. Wanda takes your chin between her fingers and makes you look at her.

"Did either of us tell you that you could cum without us?" You feel your core heat up exponentially. You've never seen them this mad before. This is not the reaction you had hoped your present would have, but fuck is it sexy.

"N-No." you sputter out, trying to control the aching deep in your gut. Natasha takes your face from Wanda, and she bites her lip.

"You've been a very bad girl, Y/N." Natasha's voice is calmer, but still fueled with fury. "You have no idea what that little present of yours did to Wands and I."

You smirk; your cheeks pressing against the redhead's fingers. Her eyes grow cold, and your smile quickly drops.

"Clothes off, now." Wanda tells you. Your cunt pulses with how commanding her voice is. You oblige, and strip away your oversized t-shirt and panties. "Now, lay down."

You feel a twinge of self-consciousness as your two lovers look you up and down. They've seen you naked hundreds of times, but this time, with the way they are glaring at you, it makes you uneasy. Not that it makes you any less horny. It definitely made you more turned on.

Natasha shrugs off her jacket and pulls her shirt over her head. You let out a whine as you see the lacey, black bra she has on. The way her breasts completely fill it, almost spilling over the top, makes you crazy. She unzips her jeans and pulls them down, not breaking eye contact with you. You are afraid to look away even though her cleavage could make you cum from just the sight.

You look over and Wanda has also begun stripping her layers, left in a matching set of lacey lingerie, albeit hers is a deep crimson. You suck in your lower lip as you take in the sight. God, they are both so fucking beautiful. And they are all yours.

"Hands behind your head," Natasha says. You shiver as you interlace your fingers and rest your head on your hands. Nat takes a finger and runs it through your soaked folds, purposefully avoiding your clit. She doesn't want you getting any real satisfaction, and you whine as her finger leaves your skin. "Look how fucking soaked you are. It turns you on to make us angry?"

She brings her finger up to Wanda's mouth and she swirls her tongue around it, savoring your taste with a low moan. You let out a desperate breath, and clench your thighs together in an effort to get any sort of friction against your core.

"Legs apart," Nat barks, forcefully pulling your legs by your knees.

"Fuck, Natty," you whine, "please I need you two… so bad. 

"You seemed to have plenty of fun without us while we were gone," Wanda says, her tone laced with disapproval and spite.

"So, Wanda and I are going to have a little fun." Natasha continues, "and you can lay there and watch."

Your eyes widen in horror as the words leave her mouth. You go to sit up and protest, but… your muscles don't budge. You try again and nothing.  Little red wisps surround you. Wanda laughs, and while her laugh is like a beautiful symphony from the heavens, it's filled with malice and it makes you shudder. You feel the bed move as Natasha climbs on top of you. Her face gets inches from yours and your nose is filled with her perfume and her arousal. Fuck, she must be at least as wet as you are. She takes your bottom lip between her teeth and pulls away with a small pop. You try to chase her lips but she moves away.

The bed moves again and Wanda appears on your left. With a girlfriend on either side of you, you can do nothing but watch as they smile at each other. Wanda leans in and wraps her arms over Nat's shoulders to pull her into a steamy kiss. The moan that escapes Nat's lips makes you whimper; Wanda smirks against the redhead as she continues to ignore your pitiful attempts for attention. The two get closer, their breasts pressing against each other, and Natasha's tongue slides against Wanda's lips. The Sokovian melts and lets her slide her tongue into her mouth. The sounds coming from them, from the contact between their lips, it's all too much.

Wanda reaches behind Nat and unclasps her bra. Nat pulls it off as the brunette unclasps her own. Nat goes in and kisses up Wanda's jaw, before nipping at her ear. Wanda moans softly, and Natasha moves down to her neck. Sucking and soothing with her tongue, Wanda can't help but grind her hips against the bed. The feeling of her thighs on yours feels like torture. You would give anything to be able to bring your face to her core.

"Wands," you whine, "let me please you. I want to make you cum." Natasha leaves Wanda's neck and Wanda looks at you. Both women's pupils are blown wide, filled with lust. The red panties slide down Wanda's legs and she throws her leg over you, straddling your chest. She scoots up until her pussy is a mere inches from your face. You can smell how turned on she is. You can see how wet she is, she's practically dripping. Your senses are on overdrive and the moan that leaves you  has you aching so good. Natasha brings her hand down against Wanda's ass and she yells out in pleasure; her pussy is so close you can almost reach it with your tongue.

She moves back to her original position a few inches away, and Natasha snakes her nails over her hip. Her fingers slowly trail up and down her thigh before sliding through the Sokovian's soaking wet cunt. The sound of it alone kills you, but Wanda's whining and the way she leans into it completely destroys you. Your thighs are completely covered in your arousal. The sheets beneath you are probably soaked through too. Sliding two fingers inside and her thumb on Wanda's clit sends the brunette into a frenzy. She grinds down against Nat's fingers harshly, chasing her release.

“Cum for me detka," Nat coos, "I wanna feel that pretty pussy cum around my fingers."

"Fuck, god Nat I…I'm gonna," Wanda can barely get the words out. Nat wraps her other hand around Wanda's throat and squeezes. Wanda yelps before letting out a choked scream. You feel your neck get coated in her cum as she can't help but squirt from Nat's fingers. You can't believe how sexy this is, even if  it's like being dragged through broken glass as you're on fire. Your moan blends in with Wanda's and Natasha's, and it's probably the sexiest thing you've ever heard.

Wanda lifts her trembling leg to get off of you after she's sufficiently done riding out her orgasm. Natasha holds her soaked fingers up to you, but pulls them away before you can make contact with your tongue. A whimper escapes deep from your chest as she sucks her fingers off herself.

"Wanda, baby, fuck," she groans, " you taste so fucking good. Such a good girl." Nat leans in and slides her tongue against Wanda's. Wanda is the first to pull away, although they both whine as she does. She leaves the bed and grabs a strap from the dresser. It's the biggest one you have and Natasha's eyes go wide and she quickly slides her panties down and discards them across the room. 

"On your knees, Natty," Wanda says forcefully, and Natasha obeys. You feel the weight of Nat's breasts press into yours as her mouth lands on your neck to lick up Wanda's mess. You moan at the sensation of her hot tongue against your skin. You want more than anything to move, but you can only strain against Wanda's power. Nat's ass is up in the air and her back is arched at the perfect angle; both for Wanda and for you. Wanda straddles your legs as she presses her face into the redhead's pussy from behind. Nat moans loudly and her head falls next to yours, her moans directly in your ear.

Wanda sits up and rubs Nat's clit before teasing her entrance with her cock. "I got the biggest one for you Natty. I know how much you like being filled."

"Ugh, fuck. Yes, Wands. Fuck me, please. God," Nat's moans send ungodly shivers down your body, and your cunt aches. You are almost in pain with how fucking turned on you are. 

Wanda pushes her cock into Nat, watching as each inch is slowly swallowed up. "Such a good little cockslut for me, aren’t you Natty? Your greedy pussy taking all of me."

Nat can only moan in response as Wanda bottoms out inside of her. She then pulls her cock until it's just teasing her entrance again. Nat whines and pushes against it, wanting more. A loud crack fills the air as Wanda smacks her ass. "So fucking greedy huh? Is this what you want?" Wanda slams the strap back into Nat, and then again. Over and over until Nat is a babbling mess. You see Wanda's hand reach under to play with her clit, rubbing small circles against it until Natasha's walls tighten and she cums harshly around Wanda's huge dick. She bites down into your neck as she cries out. Wanda slows her movements until Nat's orgasm passes. Then she slips out and Nat collapses onto you.

Wanda's  eyes flash red as she sees how destroyed you are. "Oh, moya devushka (my girl), look at you." she taunts. "Do you need to cum?"

"Yes, please Wanda. I'm fucking dying."

"Well, I think Nat needs a minute to recover," she smirks, "but for now…"

You feel something slide into you, and you moan viciously. Your eyes had snapped close and when you open them Wanda's eyes are still red. With a simple flick of her fingers, you feel yourself being filled with her.

"You still need to be punished. Natasha and I will continue to have fun, but I'll indulge you." She says, "but don't expect either of us to touch you or let you touch us tonight."

[nationalharryleague]

Saturday Morning

Summary: Y/N and Harry spend a lovely Saturday in bed. 

Genre: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF and a “Two for the Show” extra!! 

Word Count: 2.5K!

A/N: Two for the Show is by far my favorite and the most popular fic I’ve ever written and I just missed my babies so much I had to write an extra for them!! I owe my heart to my loves S @tobesolonely​ and Nat @harrystylescherry​ for reading this for me and reassuring me when I needed it!! I am very rusty so please be nice! You can find more of my writing in my masterlist and I really want to hear what you have to say about this one!!! Also hi soph <3 @theharriediaries

**Read Two for the Show first**

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Saturday mornings had always been Y/N’s favorite.

When she was little, she always woke up to the smell of eggs and bacon coming from the kitchen up the hall (courtesy of her father being an early riser who always got a bit bored in the mornings). As she got older, she spent them sleeping in and trying to recharge from long days at school, basking in whatever peace she could get before exiting her room into the chaos of her loving--but crowded--household. When she got to college, Saturday mornings were reserved for dealing with hangovers, and once she moved to LA and her career began to take off, it was the only time she had for herself in her busy schedule.

Her love for Saturdays had only grown since she had moved in with Harry.

They always woke up slowly, basking in the quiet of their bedroom and the soft glow created by the light that streamed through the small crack in their blackout curtains. The pair were often a tangle of limbs by the morning, pressed together as close as they possibly could get, both of them feeling at their most relaxed when they could feel their partner’s heartbeat against their own. Sometimes someone woke up with an elbow to the ribs, but most of the time Y/N’s cheek was pressed up against Harry’s shoulder, her face buried into his neck, with his arm draped around her waist and tightly holding her to him like she might roll away in the middle of the night.

That morning she woke up to Harry’s curls tickling her nose. He had been growing them out slightly, letting them fall to a middle part that gently flicked out at the bottom. It reminded her of when he had hosted SNL a few years prior and she adored it. It was just the right length to sink her fingers into and hold on to him. But she did not appreciate it pulling her out of her beauty sleep.

She had wiggled away from the wispy hairs, trying to get her face away from the tickling strands when she felt Harry’s hands clamp down on her waist, refusing to let his girl slip away from his grasp.

“Stay,” he rasped, clearly still half asleep and mumbling in a way she knew no one else could have understood. “You’re warm.”

“I’m not leaving,” she murmured, maneuvering her way onto her other side and pressing her back against his chest. “Just adjusting.”

“But I like holding you that way.”

“Hold me this way.”

“Yes, sir,” he smirked against the back of her neck, delicately placing a few kisses to her skin while he was there. “You just wanted to be the little spoon.”

A sleepy but mischievous smile crawled onto her lips as she snuggled further into her pillow, eyes still closed in hopes of keeping the day away just a little bit longer. “Maybe I did. What are you going to do about it?”

The second his hands moved to her waist she knew what was about to happen. A squeal left her lips as his fingers began to move rapidly at her sides, pulling loud and boisterous laughter from her chest. Sleep was a dream of the past now, but she was sure she wouldn’t trade this moment for the world.

When Harry was gone--either on tour, work trips, or the occasional solo visit to see his family--she missed him like crazy. She still remembers the empty heartache she felt when he had gone on the next leg of the tour without her when they were still brand new. She had to be in LA for her now exploding career (thanks Harry), but daily phone calls and incessant texting could only do so much when the person she was quickly falling in love with--for real this time--was on another continent. By some miracle, she had made him feel the same way about her as she did him through a screen.

She always felt like he had taken a piece of her with him when he was gone. He did if you counted the small hidden tattoo of her first initial that had found its way onto his ribs after their (actual) two year anniversary.

The feeling of missing him never left when he was gone. She imagined he felt the same whenever she was on tours or work trips of her own.

While her body fought against his tickling touch, her heart melted into it. These moments, on (usually) quiet saturday mornings, meant the world to her. This was a time that was just theirs, belonging to no one else but them. Their joy and love took place in private, as privacy became something the couple had been increasingly possessive of as of late.

Harry’s loud and giddy laughter behind her sounded like a perfect melody and she could feel his chest heaving against her back as he rolled onto his back and brought her with him. Their comforter was now tangled around them, wrapping the pair together in a way neither of them could move with Y/N’s thrashing. He finally ended his torture when she whezed out between giggles that she was going to pee herself.

“Okay, I’ll stop,” he relented, letting his hands leave her sides to reach them across his stomach and hold her body tightly on top of his. “We both know how you pee your pants.”

“Harry Edward Styles, it happened one time three years ago after nearly an entire bottle of tequila! How long are you going to hold onto that and bring it up?”

“Until it’s not funny anymore,” he snickered.

“You know what’s also funny? When you got so sloshed you were crawling under tables at the BRITs. Or that time that you got so drunk that you sent  Jeff a dick pic by accident because you thought you were sending it to me. Or that other time-”

“That’s enough!” he announced, playfully clamping a hand down over her mouth, and releasing her mouth and a disgusted ‘blegh’ when she ran her tongue up his palm.

“Behave Styles,” she teased as she inched her way up his body, resting her head on his shoulder and snaking her fingers up into his hair, giving it a gentle tug as a warning.

“You know I like it when you pull my hair like that, so how about you behave, Styles?”

“That’s Y/L/N-Styles to you,” she teased, but she couldn’t fend off the giant grin that found its way to her lips at the mention of their still very recent nuptials.

The wedding had been small, very small, with only their immediate families and best friends in attendance. While their relationship had started in (and for) the focus of the public eye, they both decided their wedding was going to be just between them and those that mattered most. They didn’t wear their rings in public and no magazines had leaked or published that they were married yet. The day that it became public information was inevitable, but at the moment, the two relished in their little secret.

She felt a swell of love within her as she thought about her husband, sliding out of his grip and onto the bed beside him so she could finally see his face. His eyes were always a little puffy in the morning, a sight shadow of stubble decorating his cheeks if he had shaved the morning prior, but his tired smile was always the same. His pink lips lazily perked up to the left, his deep dimple appearing as if to say ‘good morning,’ and his two front teeth that always reminded her of an adorable bunny made their first appearance of the day. His smile usually disappeared quickly though, morphing into a pout and asking for a kiss.

How could she ever say no?

She settled a hand onto his bare chest and propped herself up to reach her lips to his. Their mouths moved with a well practiced gentle love and passion for each other, Harry’s hands coming to rest on her heating cheeks. She moved herself over him, settling her knees on either side of hips, never breaking their lips apart.

Kissing him was her favorite activity and with five years of practice, they were really good at it by now, but the swirling electricity that always appeared never failed to bring a flush to her cheeks. She could never get used to him. He was intoxicating and she never wanted to sober up.

Their moment was interrupted by a loud grumble coming from Harry’s stomach and Y/N pulled her lips from his and threw her head back with a loud belly laugh she just couldn’t contain.

“You good?” she teased down at him, lightly poking at his bare stomach right below her favorite butterfly.

His cheeks flushed slightly as he dramatically hung his head and flashed his best puppy-dog eyes at her with a silent plea to feed him. “I think I’m hungry.”

“You can be hungry but I’m not getting out of bed to make you breakfast.”

“Well, I’m not getting out of bed either,” his eyebrow quirked. “Aren’t you hungry? Don’t you want your morning coffee that you say I don’t make right?”

She pretended to think about it for a moment. “I’m willing to risk shitty coffee if I get to stay in this bed.”

“I will do anything you want other than getting out of this bed right now.”

“Anything?” she questioned with a raised eyebrow and a curious lilt in her voice. She was quickly answered with an eager knod. He obviously thought this was some sort of sexual request by the smirk that rose to his face. “You have to clean the litter box until I decide I’ve been properly paid back for your veggie omelet and tea.” His face fell.

“That’s your job!”

“Exactly why I don’t want to do it.”

“I’ll do literally anything else.”

“My one offer. Take it or leave it?”

“Leave it,” he said with a theatrical pout and crossed his arms over his chest. She was momentarily distracted by the way his tattoos moved over his muscular and tan arms for a moment, but shook herself from the thought and steeled herself in her stubbornness.

The two shared an intense look for a moment, both of them deciding whether or not they would press the issue further. With a sigh and slight roll of her eyes, she stuck out her hand towards him.

“We go on ‘shoot’ and none of your ‘best two out of three’ bullshit.”

As childish as it felt, Rock, Paper, Scissors had become their way of negotiating most of their disagreements over the years. It was a lighthearted game of chance, and while it sometimes led to a few minutes of frustration for the losing party, it worked for them and stopped arguments before they could happen. Interviewers often thought it was a joke when they answered the usual “secrets to a happy relationship” question, but it couldn’t be more truthful.

“Fine, we play by your rules.”

Their fists dropped down to their opposite palms three times, before both called “shoot.” She had gone for rock. Harry had gone for paper.

A loud combination of a whine and a groan left her lips and she dramatically let her body fall off of his and back onto her side of the bed.

“Fair is fair, my love,” he playfully taunted. “I would like my veggie omelette and I’m thinking I could go for some green tea this morning.”

“I will be getting you back for this,” she grumbled as she began to drag herself off the bed and away from it’s cozy warmth. She slipped his go to Columbia black hoodie over her head and took a pouty deep breath. It would have been more dramatic but she was distracted by how good the sweatshirt smelled. It smelled like home.

“I love you so so much,” he defended, opening his arms wide to grab her for one last kiss before she ventured down to the kitchen.

“Yeah, yeah,” she mumbled against his lips. “I love you too.”

She sulked out of their bedroom towards their kitchen (not before Harry swatted at her butt that was barely covered by the sweatshirt) and began to hold up her end of their deal. The cold tile nipped at her toes as she made them both omelettes and bopped along to the music she had instructed their Alexa to play. She fixed herself a morning coffee (that Harry really did always screw up somehow) and rummaged through their cabinet until she found her husband’s special order of green tea.

“Come get your breakfast, princess,” she shouted up the stairs when she was finished and after pausing her music.

“No breakfast in bed?”

“You are not getting eggs on our new--very expensive--sheets. Come down here and give me another kiss.”

She heard a whine of “fine” come from their bedroom followed by the padding of feet. Harry appeared at the top of the stairs moments later, rubbing at his eyes like a sleepy child and she just wanted to pull him into her arms and run her fingers through his hair until he fell back asleep. He pecked her lips softly when he reached the bottom of the stairs, but killed it when he called her a “breakfast tyrant.”

Y/N followed him back into the kitchen and watched him plop his still sleepy body into one of the high chairs at their kitchen island in front of his plate and his favorite mug that read “Coffee has a rough time in our house. It gets mugged every single morning!” She hooked an arm around his shoulders and slid herself onto his lap, sipping on her coffee as she waited for his opinion on his breakfast.

“It’s always better when you make it,” he smiled at her and pressed an eggy kiss to her cheek.

“You always say that,” she smirked back at him, only causing his smile to grow. “Oh, I almost forgot. Alexa, resume music.” He gave her a faux frustrated stare as he recognized what song she had been playing.

“And when we go crashing down, we come back every time, 'cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style!” rang out from the small speaker on their counter and she laughed so hard she would have slipped off his lap if his arm wasn’t wrapped firmly around her waist.

“How long are you going to hold onto that and bring it up?”

“Until it’s not funny anymore,” she used his own words from this morning against him with a cheeky smile.

“You are so lucky I love you so much.”

“And I love you more,” she mumbled against his lips, bringing her smirk with her into their kiss.

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