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[elryuse]

So, What Are We?

H1-Key Yel X Male Reader

Tags : Romance, Complex Feelings, Childhood Friends Yel, Drama, Vanilla, Sweaty, Kissing, Cogwirl, Creampies, Pussy Eating Words : 7,543 Words

The ping of a notification on my phone pulled me out of my work haze. I glanced down, expecting another email, but instead, I saw a name I hadn’t seen in months: Yel. My heart skipped a beat. She hadn’t reached out since… well, since everything happened.

I hesitated before opening the message. What could she possibly want now? The last time we’d spoken, she’d been distant, caught up in her new college life, her new boyfriend, her new everything. I’d faded into the background, like an old piece of furniture she no longer needed.

The message was simple: “Hey! It’s been a while. How have you been?”

It felt casual, but I could sense the weight behind the words. Yel wasn’t one to reach out just to chat. Not anymore.

I typed back, trying to keep it light. “Hey, Yel! I’m good. Busy with work. How about you?”

Her reply came almost instantly. “Not great, honestly. Can we meet up? I need to talk.”

I stared at the screen, my mind racing. What could’ve happened? The last I’d heard, she was still with that guy—the one who’d taken her away from me. But something in her tone felt off, like she was holding back tears even through text.

“Sure,” I replied. “Where and when?”

We met at a quiet café tucked away from the bustling city streets. I arrived first, nerves twisting in my stomach. When she walked in, my breath caught.

Yel looked… different. The usual spark in her eyes was dimmed, replaced by a hollow sadness. She spotted me and forced a small smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. She slid into the seat across from me, her hands fidgeting with the edge of her sweater.

“Hey,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Hey,” I replied, trying to keep my tone neutral. “It’s been a while.”

She nodded, her gaze dropping to the table. “Yeah… I’m sorry I haven’t reached out sooner. Things have been… complicated.”

I leaned back in my chair, studying her. “What’s going on, Yel?”

She took a deep breath, her hands trembling slightly. “You’ve probably heard about… the pictures.”

I froze. The pictures. The ones that had been leaked online, spreading like wildfire. I’d seen them, of course—how could I not? But I’d avoided thinking about them, avoided thinking about her.

“I did,” I admitted, my voice gentle. “I’m sorry, Yel.”

Her eyes welled with tears, and she quickly wiped them away with the back of her hand. “It’s been… awful. Everyone turned on me. My friends, my classmates… even him.”

Her voice broke on the last word, and I felt a pang of anger. Her boyfriend. The guy who’d been supposed to protect her, to stand by her side. Instead, he’d thrown her to the wolves.

“He’s an asshole,” I said firmly. “You didn’t deserve any of this.”

She looked up at me, her eyes searching mine. “You really think so?”

“I know so,” I replied without hesitation.

For a moment, she just stared at me, as if she couldn’t believe someone was actually on her side. Then, to my surprise, she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug.

I froze, unsure of how to react. Her body was warm against mine, her chest pressing into me with a softness that made my heart race. Yel. The girl I’d had a crush on for as long as I could remember. The girl I’d thought I’d lost forever.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I’ve been so alone… but you’re here.”

I hesitated for a moment before wrapping my arms around her, holding her close. “I’m here,” I said softly. “I’m not going anywhere.”

She pulled back slightly, her eyes glistening with tears. “Promise?”

“Promise,” I said, my voice steady.

She smiled—a real, genuine smile this time—and iIt felt like the sun breaking through the clouds. But beneath the warmth, there was something else—a tension, a pull between us that I couldn’t ignore.

“I missed you,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “You were always so kind to me, even when I didn’t deserve it.”

“You always deserved it,” I said, my voice firm.

Her gaze softened, and for a moment, it felt like we were kids again—inseparable, carefree. But then she pulled back, breaking the moment, and I felt a pang of disappointment.

“We should hang out more,” she said, her tone lighter now. “Like we used to.”

“I’d like that,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

She smiled again, and this time, there was a glint of something in her eyes—something that made my heart race.

“Good,” she said, her voice teasing. “Because I’m not letting you go again.”

I felt a flush creep up my neck, and I quickly looked away, trying to hide my reaction.

“So,” she continued, her tone playful now, “what have you been up to since I’ve been gone?”

I hesitated, unsure of how much to share. But then I looked at her—the girl who’d always been my biggest weakness—and I knew I couldn’t lie.

“Not much,” I admitted. “Just… waiting for you to come back.”

Her smile faltered for a moment, and I thought I saw a flicker of guilt in her eyes. But then it was gone, replaced by that teasing glint.

“Well, I’m here now,” she said, her voice soft. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

We lapsed into silence, the tension between us thickening with each passing second. But before I could say anything, she stood up, her movements graceful.

“I should go,” she said, her tone regretful. “But… we’ll talk soon?”

“Definitely,” I replied, standing as well.

She hesitated for a moment before stepping closer, her body inches from mine. I could feel the warmth radiating off her, could smell the faint scent of her perfume. It was intoxicating.

“Thank you,” she said softly, her eyes meeting mine. “For everything.”

And then, before I could react, she leaned in and pressed a kiss to my cheek. It was quick, almost chaste, but it sent a jolt of electricity through me.

She pulled back, her cheeks flushed, and I saw something in her eyes—something that made my heart race.

“See you soon,” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

And then she was gone, leaving me standing there, my heart pounding in my chest.

This… this changes everything.

The café was dimly lit, the kind of place where the soft hum of conversations and the clinking of cups created a cocoon of intimacy. Yel was already there when I arrived, sitting in a corner booth with a cup of coffee cupped between her hands. Her hair was draped over one shoulder, and she looked up as I approached, a tentative smile playing on her lips.

“Hey,” she said softly, her voice carrying a warmth that made my chest tighten.

“Hey,” I replied, sliding into the seat across from her. The air between us felt charged, like the quiet before a storm. “How are you holding up?”

She sighed, her fingers tracing the rim of her cup. “Better, I think. Thanks for asking. It’s… nice to have someone to talk to.”

I nodded, letting the silence hang for a moment before I spoke again. “You said you wanted to talk about our shared past. What’s on your mind?”

Yel hesitated, her gaze dropping to the table. “I’ve been thinking a lot about us. About how close we used to be. How different things were back then.”

Her words tugged at something deep inside me, a memory of childhood summers and stolen glances. “Yeah,” I murmured. “We were inseparable.”

She looked up, her eyes searching mine. “Do you ever wonder what happened? To us, I mean?”

I leaned back, considering her question. “I think life just… got in the way. We grew up, went to different schools, met new people.”

Yel’s expression softened, but there was a flicker of sadness in her eyes. “I guess. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? I feel like… I let something slip away. Something I didn’t realize I had until it was gone.”

I didn’t know what to say to that, so I stayed quiet, letting her fill the silence.

“Do you remember that time we went to the beach?” she asked suddenly, a small smile tugging at her lips. “When we were, what, twelve?”

I chuckled, the memory instantly flooding back. “How could I forget? You dared me to jump off that cliff, and I ended up scraping my knee on the rocks.”

Her laugh was soft, almost nostalgic. “You were so brave back then. Always doing whatever I asked, no matter how crazy.”

I shrugged, feeling a warmth spread through me at her words. “Anything for you, Yel.”

Her smile wavered, and she looked away, her fingers tightening around her cup. “I miss that,” she whispered. “I miss you.”

The air between us grew heavier, and I felt a pang of something I couldn’t quite name. “I’m still here,” I said quietly. “I’ve always been here.”

She met my gaze again, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “I know. And that’s why I’m so grateful. You’re the only one who’s stuck by me through all of this.”

I reached across the table, gently placing my hand over hers. “You don’t have to thank me, Yel. That’s what friends are for.”

She studied our hands, her thumb brushing against mine in a way that sent a jolt through my veins. “But what if… what if I want more than that?”

My breath caught, and I felt my pulse quicken. “Yel—”

She cut me off, her voice trembling. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I just… I feel like I don’t even know you anymore. The real you. And it scares me.”

I tightened my grip on her hand, my mind racing. “You do know me. Better than anyone else.”

She shook her head, her tears spilling over. “I don’t. Not really. I was so caught up in my own world, in him, that I didn’t even notice what I was losing. And now… now I’m afraid it’s too late.”

“It’s not,” I said firmly, my voice low and steady. “It’s never too late, Yel.”

She looked up at me, her eyes wide and searching. “Then tell me,” she whispered. “Tell me who you are. Really.”

I hesitated, feeling the weight of her words settle over me. “I’m the same person I’ve always been,” I said finally. “The one who’d do anything for you.”

Her lips parted, and I could see the conflict in her eyes—the fear, the hope, the longing. “Even now?” she asked, her voice barely audible.

“Especially now.”

She stared at me for a long moment, her breath shallow, and then she pulled her hand away, wiping at her tears. “I don’t deserve you,” she murmured, her voice breaking.

“Don’t say that,” I said firmly, leaning forward. “You deserve everything, Yel. And if I can be a part of that, then I’m here. No matter what.”

She looked at me, her eyes filled with a vulnerability that made my chest ache. “What if I mess it up again? What if I lose you?”

“You won’t,” I promised, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions swirling inside me. “I’m not going anywhere.”

She bit her lip, her gaze dropping to the table again. “I don’t know how to do this,” she admitted. “How to… be close to someone without ruining it.”

“We’ll figure it out,” I said softly. “Together.”

Her eyes met mine, and for the first time that evening, I saw a glimmer of hope. “Together,” she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.

We sat there in silence for a while, the weight of our conversation hanging in the air. But it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence—it was the kind that felt like the first step toward something new, something fragile and beautiful.

Eventually, Yel spoke again, her voice soft but steady. “Can I tell you something? About… him?”

I nodded, feeling a pang of unease but pushing it aside. “Of course.”

She took a deep breath, her fingers tracing patterns on the table. “He was… charming, at first. Funny, confident, the kind of guy who made you feel like you were the only person in the room. But after a while, I started to notice things. Little things, at first. The way he’d get jealous if I talked to other guys. The way he’d make me feel guilty for spending time with my friends.”

Her voice was calm, but I could see the pain in her eyes, and it made my chest tighten.

“And then, it got worse,” she continued, her voice trembling. “He started to control everything—what I wore, who I talked to, where I went. And when I tried to stand up to him, he’d just… twist it around, make it seem like it was my fault.”

I clenched my fists under the table, but I kept my voice steady. “He was an asshole, Yel. You didn’t deserve that.”

She nodded, her tears spilling over again. “I know… now. But back then, I just wanted him to love me. I thought if I could just be enough, he’d treat me the way he used to. But he never did.”

I reached across the table again, gently taking her hand in mine. “You are enough. You always have been.”

She looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and sorrow. “Thank you,” she whispered. “For saying that. For… everything.”

I squeezed her hand, feeling a surge of protectiveness. “You don’t have to thank me. I’m just glad you’re here. With me.”

Her lips curved into a small smile, and for a moment, it felt like the world had stopped spinning. “Me too,” she murmured.

The tension between us was palpable, a quiet hum of something waiting to be acknowledged. But neither of us spoke, neither of us moved. We just sat there, our hands intertwined, our breaths syncing in the quiet stillness of the café.

And then, slowly, tentatively, Yel leaned forward, her eyes searching mine. “Do you think…” she began, her voice barely above a whisper. “Do you think we could ever…?”

Her words trailed off, but I knew what she was asking. And the answer was there, in the way my heart raced, in the way my gaze lingered on her lips.

But before I could respond, before I could even think, she pulled back slightly, her cheeks flushing. “I’m sorry,” she murmured, her voice trembling. “I shouldn’t have—”

I cut her off, my hand tightening around hers. “Don’t apologize, Yel,” I said softly. “Not for this.”

She looked at me, her eyes wide and uncertain, and I felt a surge of something I couldn’t quite name—something that made me want to close the distance between us, to erase the pain in her eyes.

But I didn’t.

Instead, I leaned back, giving her the space she needed, even as my heart screamed for more.

And in that moment, I knew one thing for certain: this wasn’t the end. It was only the beginning.

The café was quiet, the soft hum of a distant espresso machine the only sound that broke the silence between us. Yel’s fingers traced the edge of her coffee cup, her eyes downcast, but there was something in the way she looked at me—something that made my heart skip a beat. The air between us felt charged, electric, as though we were on the brink of something neither of us had the courage to name.

“You’re the only one who’s stayed,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “Everyone else just… left.” Her eyes met mine, and I could see the vulnerability there, the raw need for connection that she’d buried so deep for so long.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I said firmly, reaching across the table to take her hand in mine. Her fingers were warm, and she didn’t pull away. Instead, she intertwined them with mine, her grip tight, as though she was afraid I might disappear if she let go.

“You always were too good to me,” she said softly, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. “Even when I didn’t deserve it.”

“You’ve always deserved it,” I replied, my voice steady even as my heart raced. “You just… forgot that for a while.”

She looked at me then, her gaze searching, as though she was trying to see past the words, past the surface, to the truth beneath. I felt exposed, vulnerable, but I didn’t look away. I couldn’t. Not when she was looking at me like that.

“What if…” she started, then hesitated, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. “What if I want more than just friendship?”

The question hung in the air between us, heavy, loaded. My breath caught in my throat, and for a moment, I couldn’t speak. I could only stare at her, at the way her cheeks flushed pink, at the way her eyes darted away, then back to mine, searching for an answer I wasn’t sure I could give.

“More?” I finally managed, my voice barely a whisper.

She nodded, her hand tightening around mine. “I don’t want to lose you again. Not like before. Not… not like everyone else.”

I could feel the heat of her gaze, the intensity of her words, and it was all I could do to keep my composure. But there was something else, too—something that made my stomach twist, my chest tighten. Something that made me want to pull her close, to kiss her until she forgot all the pain, all the heartache.

But I didn’t. Not yet.

Instead, I leaned forward, our faces inches apart, the warmth of her breath ghosting over my skin. “You’re not going to lose me,” I said, my voice low, steady. “Not now. Not ever.”

Her eyes widened, and for a moment, I thought she might pull away. But then she leaned in, her lips brushing against mine, soft, tentative, as though she was testing the waters. It was a kiss, but it wasn’t just a kiss. It was a question, a promise, a plea all rolled into one.

And then she deepened it.

Her hands slid up to my neck, her fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of my neck as she pulled me closer. Her lips moved against mine with a hunger that sent a shiver down my spine, her tongue teasing, coaxing, begging for more. I could feel the heat of her body pressed against mine, the curve of her breasts brushing against my chest, and it took every ounce of self-control I had not to give in, not to let myself get lost in the moment.

But I couldn’t. Not here. Not like this.

Reluctantly, I pulled back, my breath ragged, my heart pounding in my chest. Yel’s eyes were dark, her lips swollen, and I could see the confusion, the hurt, in her gaze.

“I—” she started, but I cut her off, my voice soft but firm.

“Not here,” I said, my hand reaching up to cup her cheek. “Not like this.”

She stared at me for a moment, her brows furrowed, and then she nodded, her shoulders slumping in resignation. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “I just… I don’t want to lose you.”

“You’re not going to lose me,” I repeated, my thumb brushing lightly over her cheek. “But this… this isn’t just about us. It’s about you. About what you need. What you’re ready for.”

She looked at me then, her eyes searching, and I could see the vulnerability, the fear, the hope, all swirling together in her gaze. “And what if I’m ready?” she asked, her voice trembling. “What if I’m ready for more?”

I hesitated, my mind racing, my heart pounding. Because the truth was, I didn’t know. I didn’t know if she was ready, if I was ready, if this was the right thing to do. But I knew one thing for certain: I couldn’t hurt her. Not again. Not like before.

“Then we’ll figure it out,” I said finally, my voice steady even as my heart raced. “Together.”

She nodded, her eyes never leaving mine, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I saw a flicker of hope, of happiness, in her gaze. And in that moment, I knew one thing for certain: this wasn’t the end. It was only the beginning.

The air between us was electric as we stood in the dimly lit hallway of my apartment. Yel’s back was pressed against the wall, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. Her eyes, wide and vulnerable, locked onto mine, searching for something—reassurance, permission, desire? I wasn’t entirely sure. But the tension was unbearable, and the way she looked at me—soft lips parted, cheeks flushed—made it impossible to think clearly.

My hand found its way to her waist, fingers grazing the curve of her hip as I stepped closer. Her breath hitched, a small, almost imperceptible sound that sent a shiver down my spine. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, the way she trembled slightly under my touch. My other hand lifted to her face, cupping her cheek gently. Her skin was warm, and she leaned into my palm, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment before opening again.

“Yel,” I murmured, my voice low and rough, “are you sure about this?”

She hesitated, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Then, slowly, she nodded. “I need this,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I need you.”

That was all the confirmation I needed. My hand slid from her waist to the back of her thigh, lifting her leg gently as I pressed myself against her. Her breath escaped in a soft gasp, fingers gripping the fabric of my shirt as if anchoring herself to the moment. My lips brushed against hers, tentative at first, testing the waters. Her response was immediate—she kissed me back with a hunger that took my breath away, her hands tangling in my hair as she pulled me closer.

The kiss deepened, our lips moving together in a rhythm that felt both familiar and entirely new. Her body molded against mine, and I could feel the heat building between us, the way her heart raced in time with mine. My hand traveled higher up her thigh, fingers teasing the hem of her skirt before dipping beneath it. Her breath caught again, and she broke the kiss, her eyes wide and searching.

“Wait,” she breathed, her voice barely audible. “I… I want to show you something.”

I pulled back slightly, giving her space, even though every fiber of my being ached to close the distance again. “Whatever you need,” I said softly, my hand still resting on her thigh.

Yel looked down, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. With trembling fingers, she reached for the hem of her sweater and began to pull it up. My breath caught as she revealed her soft, pale skin inch by inch, until the sweater was completely off, discarded on the floor beside us. She stood before me in nothing but her bra and skirt, her hands instinctively moving to cover herself as she looked up at me, unsure.

“You’re gorgeous,” I whispered, my voice filled with awe. I couldn’t take my eyes off her—the curve of her waist, the soft swell of her breasts, the way her skin seemed to glow in the dim light. She blushed furiously at my words, her hands still shielding herself, but I could see the small, shy smile tugging at her lips.

“You really think so?” she asked, her voice small and unsure.

“I know so,” I replied, stepping closer. My hands gently reached for hers, pulling them away from her chest. “Don’t hide from me, Yel. You’re beautiful.”

Her breath hitched as my hands brushed against her skin, and she slowly let her arms fall to her sides, revealing herself completely. I couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped my lips as I took in the sight of her. Her bra clung to her curves, accentuating her full breasts, and my fingers itched to touch her, to feel her skin beneath my hands.

“You’re so stunning,” I murmured, my voice thick with desire. My hands moved to her hips, pulling her closer as my lips found hers again. This kiss was deeper, more urgent, our bodies pressing together as if trying to erase any space between us. Her hands slid up my chest, fingers fumbling with the buttons of my shirt until it was open and discarded beside her sweater.

The heat between us was almost unbearable, every touch sending sparks through my body. My hands roamed her back, tracing the curve of her spine before stopping at the clasp of her bra. I hesitated, pulling back slightly to look into her eyes. “Can I?” I asked, my voice husky.

She nodded, her breath coming in shallow gasps. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

With trembling fingers, I undid the clasp, letting the fabric fall away. Her breasts were even more beautiful than I had imagined—full and soft, her nipples hard and pebbled under the cool air of the room. I couldn’t resist the urge to touch her, my hands cupping her breasts gently, my thumbs brushing over her nipples. She let out a soft moan, her eyes fluttering shut as she leaned into my touch.

“You’re so perfect,” I murmured, my lips trailing down her neck, across her collarbone, until they found the softness of her breast. She gasped, her hands tangling in my hair as I kissed and teased her sensitive skin, her moans growing louder with each touch.

“I… I’ve never felt like this before,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “It’s like… I can’t think, I just… I need more.”

My lips returned to hers, silencing her words with a kiss that was both tender and desperate. Her hands roamed my chest, exploring every inch of my skin as if trying to memorize the feel of me. Our bodies pressed together, the heat between us growing with every touch, every breath.

“Tell me what you want,” I murmured against her lips, my hands trailing down her sides to the waistband of her skirt. “Tell me, Yel.”

Her eyes met mine, dark with desire and something else—something deeper. “I want you,” she breathed, her voice filled with need. “All of you.”

Her voice lingered in the air, trembling with a raw vulnerability that made my chest ache. “I want you,” she had said, and those three words echoed in my mind like a mantra. I knelt before her, my hands resting on her hips as I looked up at her. Her eyes were wide, filled with a mix of anticipation and nervousness, and I could see the way her chest rose and fell with each breath.

“Are you sure?” I asked, my voice low, my hands sliding down to the hem of her skirt.

She nodded, her lips parting slightly as she whispered, “Yes.”

Slowly, I hooked my fingers under the fabric of her skirt, pulling it down her legs. The sound of the fabric brushing against her skin was soft, almost muffled by the pounding of my heart in my ears. Her thighs were warm beneath my palms, and I could feel the faint tremor in them as I leaned in closer, my breath hot against her skin.

Yel let out a small gasp as I pressed my lips to her inner thigh, my hands squeezing gently. “Oh God,” she breathed, her fingers tangling in my hair.

I moved slowly, savoring the taste of her skin, the way her body responded to every touch. My lips trailed higher, and I could feel the heat radiating from her, the way her legs trembled as I got closer. When I finally reached the delicate lace of her panties, I paused, looking up at her.

Her face was flushed, her lips slightly parted, and her eyes were half-lidded with desire. “Please,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

I didn’t need any more encouragement. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down her legs. The air between us was electric, and I could feel the tension building as I leaned in closer, my breath hot against her.

The first touch of my tongue against her made her gasp, her fingers tightening in my hair. “Yes,” she moaned, her hips arching slightly towards me.

I took my time, exploring her with my tongue, savoring the taste of her. Her moans grew louder, more insistent, and I could feel the way her thighs trembled against my shoulders. Her hands pressed down on my head, urging me closer, and I obliged, deepening my strokes.

“Oh God,” she cried, her voice trembling. “Just like that.”

Her breathing grew ragged, her moans more desperate, and I could feel the tension building in her body. She was close, so close, and I wanted to push her over the edge. I wrapped my arms around her thighs, holding her steady as I continued to stroke her with my tongue.

“Please,” she begged, her voice breaking. “Don’t stop.”

I didn’t. I kept going, my tongue moving faster, more insistently, until I felt her body tense, her thighs tightening around me. She let out a loud, desperate moan, her nails digging into my scalp as she came undone.

For a moment, she was still, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Then she looked down at me, her eyes dark with desire. “Come here,” she whispered, her voice hoarse.

I stood, my body pressed against hers, and she reached up, pulling me into a deep, passionate kiss. Her lips were soft, her tongue hot against mine, and I could taste the remnants of her on my lips. Her hands roamed my body, desperate and needy, and I could feel the way she pressed herself against me, her body still humming with the aftershocks of her release.

“I need you,” she breathed against my lips, her hands fumbling with the buttons on my shirt. “All of you.”

I didn’t stop her as she pushed my shirt off my shoulders, her hands immediately going to my chest. Her touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine, and I could feel the way she trembled as she kissed me, her body pressed tightly against mine.

Her hands slid down to the waistband of my pants, and I could feel the way she hesitated, her fingers trembling slightly. “Is this okay?” she asked, her voice soft, uncertain.

I nodded, my hands resting on her hips. “Yes,” I whispered, my voice hoarse.

She slid her hands under the fabric, her fingers brushing against the hard length of me, and I let out a low groan. Her touch was tentative, almost shy, but it was enough to send a jolt of pleasure through me.

“You’re so hard,” she whispered, her fingers wrapping around me.

I let out a low groan, my head falling back as she stroked me. Her touch was light, almost teasing, but it was enough to make my knees weak.

“Yel,” I groaned, my hands tightening on her hips.

She looked up at me, her eyes dark with desire. “Tell me what you want,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

I didn’t know how to answer her. I wanted so much, more than I could put into words. But I also knew that we had already crossed a line, that this moment was fragile, delicate.

Before I could respond, she leaned in, pressing her lips to mine in a deep, desperate kiss. Her body pressed against mine, her hands still wrapped around me, and I could feel the way she trembled with need.

“I want you,” she whispered against my lips, her voice breaking. “All of you.”

Her lips were still pressed to mine, her breath hot and ragged, when she suddenly broke the kiss, her eyes locking onto mine with a wild, almost feral intensity. Before I could even process what was happening, Yel’s hands were on my shoulders, and with a surprising strength, she pushed me backward. I stumbled slightly, my legs hitting the edge of the bed, and then I was falling, the soft mattress catching me as she followed, her body landing on top of mine in a tangle of limbs.

Her hair was a mess, strands sticking to her flushed cheeks, and her skin glistened with a thin sheen of sweat. She was breathing hard, her chest rising and falling as she straddled me, her warmth pressing into me in a way that made my head spin. My hands instinctively found her hips, anchoring myself to her as she began to move, grinding against me with a urgency that sent sparks racing through my body.

“Fuck,” I muttered, the word escaping my lips in a breathless gasp. Her name followed, “Yel….”_

She didn’t respond with words, only a low, throaty moan that vibrated through her chest and into mine. Her hands moved from my shoulders to my chest, her fingers splaying as if she wanted to feel every inch of me. Her eyes were half-lidded, dark with desire, and her lips were parted, her breath coming in short, shallow bursts. She was completely lost in the moment, and I was right there with her.

Her hips moved again, slower this time, but with a deliberate rhythm that had me gripping her tighter, my fingers digging into her soft skin. She bit her lip, her gaze dropping to where our bodies were pressed together, and then her hands were on mine, guiding them upward.

“Touch me,” she whispered, her voice husky and raw. “Please.”_

Her hands brought mine to her breasts, and I didn’t hesitate. My palms cupped them, the weight of them filling my hands, and I could feel the way her heartbeat quickened under my touch. She let out a shuddering sigh, her head tipping back slightly as I began to knead them gently, her skin warm and impossibly soft beneath my fingers.

“More,” she breathed, her hips still moving against me, the friction maddening. “Don’t stop.”_

I didn’t. I couldn’t. My hands roamed over her, exploring every curve, every dip, every inch of her that I could reach. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, and her movements became less controlled, more frantic. She was everywhere—her scent, her warmth, her sounds—and I was drowning in her, completely consumed.

Her lips found mine again, the kiss deep and hungry, her tongue sliding against mine in a way that had me groaning into her mouth. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling slightly, and I could feel the way her body trembled above mine. She was so close, teetering on the edge, and I wanted her to fall.

“Yel…” I managed to whisper against her lips, my voice strained with the effort of speaking through the haze of desire. “You’re so beautiful…”_

She pulled back slightly, her eyes meeting mine, and for a moment, she just stared at me, her chest heaving. Then she smiled, a small, almost shy smile that was so unlike anything I’d seen from her before. It was pure, unguarded, and it took my breath away.

“I need you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I need all of you.”_

Her words sent a jolt through me, and my hands tightened on her hips, pulling her closer still. She gasped, her body arching into mine, and I could feel the way she was unraveling, her control slipping away. Her nails dug into my shoulders, and her lips found my neck, biting down gently as she moaned against my skin.

“Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice breaking. “Please… don’t stop.”_

I didn’t. I couldn’t. My hands moved to her thighs, squeezing gently as I urged her to keep moving, to keep grinding against me. Her moans grew louder, more urgent, and her breaths came in short, shallow gasps. She was so close, so close, and I could feel the way her body was tensing, the way she was holding herself back.

“Yel…” I whispered again, my voice rough with need. “Come for me…”_

Her hips stuttered, and then she was falling, her body going rigid as a loud, desperate cry tore from her lips. Her hands gripped me tightly, her nails leaving crescent-shaped marks on my skin, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was her, about the way she was coming undone in my arms, about the way her body trembled and shook with the force of her release.

Her breathing was ragged, her chest heaving as she collapsed against me, her forehead resting on my shoulder. Her body was still trembling, her skin slick with sweat, and I could feel the way her heart was racing against mine. She didn’t speak, didn’t move, just stayed there, pressed against me, her breath warm against my skin.

I didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to even begin to process what had just happened. But I didn’t need words. Not right now. All I needed was her, and the way she was holding onto me, like I was the only thing keeping her grounded.

“Yel…” I started, my voice soft, tentative.

She lifted her head slightly, her eyes meeting mine, and there was something in her gaze—something raw, something vulnerable—that made my chest ache. She didn’t say anything, just reached up, her fingers brushing against my cheek, her touch so gentle it almost hurt.

“Don’t let go,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Please… don’t let go.”_

I didn’t. I couldn’t. My arms tightened around her, pulling her closer, and I pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. She sighed, her body relaxing against mine, and for a moment, everything was still, quiet. It was just us, just this moment, and I never wanted it to end.

But then she shifted slightly against me, her body moving in a way that sent a fresh wave of heat through me. She looked up at me again, her eyes dark, her lips parted, and I could see the desire still burning in her gaze, even now, even after everything.

“More…” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I need more.”

Her breath hitched as she whispered, “More…” and her voice trembled with a need that mirrored my own. I could feel her body trembling against mine, her warmth pressing into me, begging for something neither of us could deny anymore. My hands slid down her back, fingers tracing the curve of her spine, and she let out a soft gasp as I pulled her closer. Her lips found mine again, hot and desperate, and I kissed her with a hunger that surprised even me.

Her hands moved to my chest, pushing me back gently until I was lying flat on the bed. She straddled me, her thighs pressing against my sides, and I could feel the heat of her core against my stomach. She leaned down, her lips trailing kisses along my jawline, down my neck, and across my chest. Her tongue flicked over my nipple, teasing it until it hardened under her touch, and I groaned, my hands gripping her hips tightly.

“Yel,” I breathed, my voice rough with desire. She looked up at me, her eyes dark and filled with a need that sent a shiver down my spine. She smiled, a wicked, knowing smile, and then her lips continued their descent. She kissed her way down my stomach, her hands sliding over my hips as she moved lower. My heart raced as I realized where she was going, and I could feel the anticipation building inside me like a wildfire.

Her lips brushed against the inside of my thigh, and I tensed, my breath catching in my throat. She looked up at me, her eyes locking onto mine, and then her tongue darted out, teasing me, tasting me. I moaned, my hips lifting off the bed as her tongue circled my aching core, slow and deliberate. She took her time, exploring every inch of me, her hands gripping my thighs to keep me from squirming away.

But I didn’t want to move. I wanted to stay right here, lost in the pleasure she was giving me. Her tongue flicked over my sensitive bud, and I cried out, my hands tangling in her hair. She moaned against me, the vibrations sending shocks of pleasure through my body, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.

“Please,” I begged, my voice shaking. “Yel, please…”

She didn’t respond, at least not with words. Instead, she intensified her movements, her tongue circling me faster, harder. Her fingers joined in, sliding inside me with ease, and I gasped, my back arching off the bed. She curled her fingers, hitting that spot inside me that made me see stars, and I screamed her name as I came undone, my body trembling with the force of my release.

She didn’t stop, though. She kept going, her tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony to drag another orgasm out of me. I was panting, my body shaking, but she didn’t slow down. It was too much, and yet I didn’t want her to stop. My hands fisted the sheets, and I clawed at the mattress as she brought me to the brink again and again.

Finally, she pulled away, her lips glistening, and she looked up at me with a look of pure satisfaction. I was boneless, my body still trembling, and she crawled up my body, her breasts brushing against my skin as she moved. She kissed me, her lips soft against mine, and I could taste myself on her tongue. It was intoxicating.

She pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. “Your turn,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I flipped her over onto her back, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. She gasped, her eyes widening, and I smiled, lowering myself to kiss her deeply. My free hand slid down her body, teasing her breasts, her stomach, and finally finding her core. I slipped two fingers inside her, and she moaned, her hips lifting off the bed to meet my hand.

I moved my fingers inside her, curling them just the way I knew she liked, and she cried out, her nails digging into my arm. Her body jerked with pleasure, and I watched her face as she came undone, her mouth opened in a silent scream.

I didn’t stop there. I wanted to push her further, to make her feel as good as she had made me feel. I pulled my fingers out of her and positioned myself between her legs, my hardness pressing against her entrance. She looked up at me, her eyes pleading, and I thrust into her, burying myself to the hilt in one smooth motion.

She gasped, her legs wrapping around my waist, and I began to move, slow and steady at first, but quickly building into a frantic pace. Her nails raked down my back, and I groaned, the pleasure-pain only driving me on. Her moans filled the room, growing louder and more desperate with every thrust, and I could feel her walls tightening around me as she got closer to the edge.

I reached between us, my thumb circling her clit, and she cried out, her body jerking with pleasure as she came. Her walls clenched around me, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I buried myself deep inside her, my own release washing over me in waves as I filled her.

We collapsed together, our bodies tangled and sweaty, and for a moment, there was nothing but the sound of our breathing filling the room. Then she turned to me, her eyes soft and filled with something I couldn’t quite name.

“Again,” she whispered, her voice a plea, and I knew I couldn’t say no.

I rolled her onto her stomach, her hips lifting instinctively, and I entered her from behind, my hands gripping her waist tightly. She moaned, her back arching, and I set a punishing pace, my hips slamming into hers with enough force to make the bed creak. Her moans turned into screams, and I could feel her orgasm building again, her walls tightening around me as she came.

I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. We moved together, our bodies connected in the most intimate way possible, and I lost count of how many times we came together. All I knew was the feeling of her, the sounds she made, and the way she clung to me as if I were the only thing keeping her grounded.

Hours later, we were still tangled together, our bodies spent but our desire far from sated. She looked up at me, her eyes half-lidded and filled with a hunger that matched my own.

“So what are We"?

[likea-silhouette]

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

cw: angst

word count: 5.1k

summary: Harry was once the boy you loved and wanted to spend your life with. The funny thing is that addiction is something that is never predicted. What happens when you run into your ex-boyfriend years after your breakup that was due to his vices?

*based on the song Complex by Katie Gregson-MacLeod*

tagged: @imaginexxharry @wheredidmyeyesgo @georgiarose94 @secretisme4 @drewrry @fratzayn Read Part One | Read Part Two

A rush of nerves coated his entire body, and goosebumps created mini mountains on his arms and legs. A massive pit had taken refuge in his stomach, and his broad chest felt as if it were falling off a cliff.

When Harry first saw you sitting by the fire underneath several sets of string lights, he felt a surge of strong emotions rush through his body.

For the entirety of the day, he knew you had been avoiding him, even though both of you were intelligent enough to know that it would be near impossible to remain unseen to the other. Especially when you shared friendships with the very reason either of you was in attendance today. 

But Harry wasn’t a fool. The moment he first saw your head perk up and your plump lips slightly fall open, he knew that you were dying to see him just as much as he was dying to see you. Your eyes. Those very eyes that were exceptional at giving away your emotions, met his and whispered all your little secrets in his ear.

As the sun continued lowering deeper and deeper beneath the outline of the trees, the warm hue of the lights began to mix with the glow of the fire, casting a variation of orange, red, and yellow tones.

This on-set darkness must’ve sent a signal to nearly all of the party-goers that were in the backyard as, one by one, they began to shuffle back inside Nadia’s home. 

Eventually, Harry pried his eyes off of your unsuspecting form as he half-heartedly listened in on the conversation that was going on amongst the circle of friends. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy the company of the people around him, it was the fact that thoughts of you were taking over the main-and only-space in his brain at the moment. Specifically, thoughts of when, and how-on-fucking-earth he would be able to talk to you after everything. Especially being paired with the several years of silence between the two of you. However, he still made it his goal. All he wanted was to talk to you in a private space, but how could he do that without crossing any of your boundaries? He wasn’t sure what he was and wasn’t allowed to do, nor was he oblivious to the things he had put you through during yours and his courtship. 

The emotional trauma was something he never let himself go a day without regretting. The last thing he would ever want to do is trigger those feelings for you again and stir a pot that was millimeters from boiling over. So, he made a little deal with himself.

Tonight, if he could somehow get your eyes back on him, and get even just a sliver of a smile out of you, then he would permit himself to, at the very least, approach you. You could maybe even speak a word or two-whatever you would allow from him.

“Harry, you good?”

Harry’s blank stare must’ve been obvious. He shook his head, his waved hair loosely following along with the movement as he turned to his friend on his left.

“Sorry mate. Zoned out a bit there I guess.” The group fell back into conversation, one that retold a past story that was both humorous and nostalgic. Once able to fully immerse himself in the conversation, Harry squinted his eyes with an amused look as he genuinely laughed as they reminisced on times in their younger years.

To be young again and experience a time before mistakes that Harry so deeply sought to take back and never let see the light of day. Once he was fully recovered and the laughs had dwindled to a soft murmur amongst the group, he found his eyes briefly wandering over in your direction again. Except this time, both of your eyes latched onto one another.

Your gaze felt like a first-degree burn cutting through the top layer of his skin. Harry always had a bad habit of fidgeting-whether that was picking at his cuticles, bouncing his knee to his own rhythm, or swiping his tongue along his bottom lip. His body always seemed to resort to the things his subconscious clung to as a safety net. This time around, Harry’s tongue peered out and lightly wet his bottom lip.

His wandering eyes had been caught by you and what does someone do when caught? Form a small, yet kind smile and nod in greeting in the person's direction as you try not to let the awkwardness seep through your facial features. That's exactly what Harry did. Your breath caught hard in your throat, you hoped Harry wasn’t able to see the lump of air you had to choke back out of surprise. Politely, you smile back, but only for a fraction of a second, hoping that would suffice enough to blanket over how much that simple acknowledgment was affecting you. You allowed your gaze to linger on Harry's for several more seconds, wrapping the ex-pair up silently, yet screaming so loudly with emotions from the past. Unbeknownst to Harry, who was much too wrapped up in the way the warmth of the fire perfectly framed your face with shadows and light, one-by-one, the group he was standing with slowly started making their way inside Nadia’s home until it was Harry and one other friend left in the circle. “I think I’m gonna’ head inside with the others if you want to join”, the acquaintance offered, breaking Harry’s stare from yours.

At the mention, Harry's eyes flickered to the inside of the home which was now adorned with colorful lights and music growing louder by the hour. He felt himself cringe at the thought of having to pretend to listen to more conversation and, even worse, doing so over bass-heavy music that made it so you could only hear about 50% of the conversation. It didn't help that the indoors meant having to be further away from you. Even if it was only a simple plastered wall that would cause the separation. Now that he was granted the opportunity to be in the same vicinity as you, even a shut door felt like too much of a blockade between you and him. “'Think I’m gonna’ hang out here a bit actually, but I’ll catch you guys later.”

The pair clapped a hand together in a friendly gesture before they went their separate ways, meaning Harry was now free to do the very thing he felt so desperately drawn to doing. Even if it caused his confidence to be thrown out the window and replaced with a set of nerves that felt like an earthquake in his shaking hands. Harry pursed his lips and took a deep breath in before exhaling through flared nostrils.

He could do this. He had to do this. Without wasting any more precious time, Harry spun on the heels of his sneakers until he was unashamedly facing in your direction. Little did Harry know, mere moments ago your mind had been trapped in one of the worst memories of the relationship you shared.

Not even the break-up stung like that night, because by that point you had already made up your mind. Any love was being overtaken by the anger and sadness that was brought on by him. Unlike at the bar where you were desperately still trying to navigate how you could make this work with him; how you could still be with him despite all the pain and alcohol and words that he would never remember saying to you in the morning. Seeing the person walking towards you who starred in your past wasn’t ideal, to say the least. Yet, you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. Harry felt like a car crash. You knew you shouldn’t look back because it could scar you for life, yet your mind couldn’t detach itself - it was as if it were an addiction that you didn’t have much control over, and Harry seemed to be that fix that you would always crave. Meanwhile, Harry continued his stride as his eyes moved to his shoes and his hand subconsciously racked through the thick brown strands on the top of his head.

The closer he got, the more Harry could feel the suffocation from his own racing pulse that seemed to be moving quicker than his lungs ever could.

To pass the time of the length of the walk to you, Harry resorted to scorning himself internally with demonizing questions like “Why the fuck are you doing this?”, and, “What are you even going to say to her?”.

“Mind if I sit?”, is what he resorted to as his nervous, shaking knees begged you to accept his request. A gust of wistfulness smacked you in the face just from hearing his deep voice in such proximity again. You couldn’t help but suck in a silent breath and exhale as deeply as you could without it being too obvious.

I guess this was it. This reunion with Harry that you had reminisced and borderline fantasized about was going to come to fruition whether you were ready for it or not. As your eyes met Harry’s form that stood above your seated position, an energy that was so deeply exciting and scary and even a little bit awkward lit up between the both of you

You nodded silently, settling further into your deep-set chair as your knees drew up to your chest. Harry smiled slightly as he cleared his throat and took a seat in the chair that was diagonal from yours. Then - the silence. Harry knew this would be the hardest part. Getting started. Spitting out the first word and confirming it didn’t end in a conversation that would taper off quickly and be followed by awkward quiet. He needed to talk to you, and not that cookie-cutter bullshit sort of talk; actually talk. You deserved that much.

“How’ve you been”, Harry’s voice was a deep hum as he kept his eyes stuck to his shoes that he propped up on the stone pit that contained the burning wood.

“How’ve you been?"

You couldn’t help but think how deep that question was coming from someone like Harry. This wasn’t a co-worker or cashier asking the question, to which you would give a positive response regardless of it being the best or worst day of your life. It wasn’t entirely acceptable to burden a stranger or acquaintance with the grief of your day. Harry was so far from an acquaintance, regardless of you and him not knowing the current versions of one another very well. He would never be someone you would consider to never be close with when he was the person you wanted to spend your life with once upon a time. “Tired, but I’m not the one touring the world so I’m sure you’re a lot more tired than I am", you answer truthfully with a tone that was playful. “So you’ve been keeping up with me?", Harry said with a mischievous grin as his eyes briefly looked up at yours, then back down to the fire. In a playful nod motion, you move your head from side-to-side as you swallow the sip of liquid you’d just taken from your glass. “Kind of hard not to isn’t it?” Harry winces with that smirk still on his mouth, “Touché.”

Your eyes moved from Harry’s to look down at your lap with a closed-lip smile.

“So…you act now?” Your tone was a mixture of genuine curiosity and teasing. “Easy now,” Harry’s chest vibrated with a chuckle, “I’m aware I’m not going to win an Oscar or anything.”

Your shoulders moved upwards in a shrug, “You’re not all that bad I guess.” God, Harry missed your timid sarcasm. He couldn’t believe he was experiencing it. He never thought he would get to again.

“Ah, so you watched me in something then?” Harry’s eyebrow quirked towards the sky. Shit.

Your teeth dug into your bottom lip as your pupils slightly rolled before settling on Harry. “Maybe.”

With pursed lips that aimed at hiding how massive his grin wanted to be, Harry nodded, “I’ll take it.”

You both passed around friendly smiles before simultaneously directing your gazes back to the firepit.

Silence; Harry’s biggest fear blanketed the scene, except it wasn’t what he had expected. It felt more on the end of comfortable, rather than awkward. You, however, were too busy running your inner thoughts through the wringer as you tried to think of a conversation topic that could bring life back into your and Harry’s conversation. Because as nerve-wracking as it was, talking to him and sitting next to him again was something that you didn't want to end this quickly. “So-” “Are-” You both spoke at the same time.

“You go first”, you resign with a smile. To be truthful, Harry hadn’t planned what he was going to say. The only option he could think of was relying on the first thing that came to his mind in the hopes that it, 1). Made sense, and 2). Would encourage the conversation to pick up again. Harry’s mouth silently stuttered as he tried to draw words from his brain until eventually, he blurted out, “Are you seeing anyone at the moment?” Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Harry couldn’t believe that, of all things, was what he chose to say. With your hand propping up your chin, your eyebrows shot upwards. “Right to business then I see.” Briefly, Harry closed his eyes out of embarrassment as he shook his head. “Sorry, that was- I didn’t mean to ask that.” “What did you mean to ask then?”, you poked and pried, fully aware that if Harry wasn’t curious about your relationship status, then why did the question leave his perfectly shaped lips in the first place?

Harry knew you were correct. He didn’t have an answer or excuse to cover his ass, instead, he lowered his head with the brightest, boy-ish smile. You missed how much he beamed anytime he grinned as deeply as he was right now. Slowly, Harry’s chin moved upwards so he was looking at you again, giving you unwavering eye contact. He paused before slouching his upper body and resting his elbows on the tops of his knees.

“Are you going to answer my question?”, Harry spoke, avoiding your question with a tone that was more serious.

“Depends why you want to know." It felt foolish, but Harry could’ve sworn he caught a suggestive flirt to your tone. “Just making casual conversation is all.” Harry fibbed with shrugging shoulders as if your answer to his question didn't feel like a life-or-death situation.

Your eyes briefly examined Harry, from his shoes up to his head, as you studied him curiously. You knew there was more to Harry’s question, however, you didn’t push anymore than you had already. 

“No,” you answered. Instantly, Harry felt a weight lift off of his chest. “My last relationship kind of went to shit after she cheated on me more times than I should’ve allowed her to.” At your words, Harry’s blood began to boil. The mention of someone, who had the enormous privilege of calling you their lover, taking advantage of your kindness almost made him question you about what your ex’s address was because he 'just wanted to talk'. Instead, Harry shook his head as he fought the urge to reach out his hand and lightly run his fingertips along your arm in comfort. “She’s an idiot. You know that right?”

Your lips formed into a line and your eyes averted Harry’s gaze. Truthfully, you never cared for your ex-girlfriend much anyways..except for the shape of her hips and the way her velvety skin felt on your tongue. You knew it was wrong, but she was merely a body that occupied your time. “What about you? Are you seeing anyone these days? I can imagine you’re still fighting them off with a stick.” You watched as Harry shook his head with his lips wrapped around the tip of the non-alcoholic beer he had been nursing throughout the conversation.

”I am veryyyy single” he emphasized with a drawn-out word.

At the mention, you also felt a weight you didn’t know existed be lifted off of your upper half. “Still fighting them off with a stick though,” Harry said with a smirk. Teasingly, you gave a light backhanded slap to his bicep. The mere moment of your touch sent a shiver down the back of his neck.

“You’re always such a show-off!” Harry shrugged with that infamous smirk on his face, “You asked! I just answered honestly.” The conversation continued to flow freely for another hour; everything felt natural, as if you hadn’t been separated from the other for several years. You found yourself making jokes with him, laughing with him, gossiping with him. It was a little glimpse into what the both of your lives looked like at the beginning of your relationship.

It felt miraculous that you were able to remain kind, civil, and friendly with the man who twisted your world upside down and robbed you of a long-standing relationship in your 20s.  You weren’t sure if your ability to remain friendly was because you could see that current Harry was different and that he had made a genuine change to himself without completely changing who he was.

No, he wasn’t a completely different person and you didn’t want him to be. He was very much still the Harry you knew and would always care for, but he had a new view of things. You could tell by how he talked about the happenings in his life and responded to the ones in yours. He seemed more mature and sure of himself and the world around him. It was beautiful to see that sort of growth come into his viewpoint when you knew that person was inside Harry all along. Because that's all you ever wanted. You loved Harry and never, ever wished for him to completely morph himself into another human being. It was the destructive pieces that you wanted him to reconstruct on a foundation that was more stable, not only for him, but those in his life as well. As a natural pause came into your and Harry’s conversation, you suddenly became aware of a chill that ran through the night air. Harry’s eyes stayed on you as he took another sip from his drink, noticing the way your body shivered and your arms tightly tense inwards. “Are you cold?” “Oh, I’m fine. I’ll survive”, you brushed off Harry’s concern with a wave of your hand. Harry wasn’t having it. “Don’t be silly.” Without hesitation, Harry stood up, slipped out of his light jacket, and laid the material across your shoulders. Suddenly, you were enveloped in his natural scent. An unexplainable warmth comforted you and it wasn’t just because of the extra material Harry had graciously placed on your upper half. “Thank you”, You said softly as you huddled your body deeper within his jacket. Fully allowing yourself to take in his scent and the warmth of his body heat that was once tucked underneath this same material. “Of course”, he said as he took his place back in the chair, scooting ever-so-slightly closer in your direction. Throughout your conversation, Harry had been attempting to gauge when would be the best time to bring up the past and his regrets, but he also felt incredibly torn. He wanted to tell you every version of i’m sorry he could think of and let you know that he knew who he was back then was not the person you deserved, especially as your lover. On the other hand, Harry was afraid that if he did bring up the past, it could ruin the peaceful reunion and good nature of your current conversation. How does someone bring a topic like that up casually? “Is something on my face?” Harry’s eyes widened as he drifted back to reality, not realizing that he had zoned out with his eyes on you and you alone. “No, no. Sorry���, Harry shook his head. “I just-”, now that he was fully aware, Harry took the opportunity to shamelessly stay on your face as he examined all the parts of you that looked slightly different, yet familiar from the last time he physically saw you. “-I just missed you,” he finally confessed. You found that hard to believe as you squinted your eyes in denial, “You’ve been putting out albums and going on world tours. How on earth are you thinking of little old me during all of that?”

“Fair point” Harry teased, making you playfully give him a little shove and a “Hey!”. “Joking! I swear,” Harry smiled as he defended with hands in front of his chest. “No need to flatter me. I’m sure it’s true.”

Quickly, Harry shook his head with gently closing eyes. Nothing-absolutely nothing-could ever make him want to forget about you, even if that's what he wanted for the first year or so after your departure. You never left his mind. “I could never forget you. Ever.” Suddenly, things felt very serious and vulnerable and real. The conversation you both shared prior was the foreplay to this moment that you knew was inevitable. How it would go, you hadn’t the slightest clue. All you could do was hope that both of you walked out of this night with, at the very least, a better understanding of the other person and a sense of forgiveness for past sins. The both of you fell quiet as the overwhelming sense of guilt, grief, and nostalgia all came tumbling down on you. How it started - how it was at the climax of all of your joint worries - and the ending that you left as an unsolved riddle because you couldn’t handle that version of Harry any longer. You needed answers.

”Were you mad at me?” You asked, filling the silence of the backyard. Harry released a puff of air from his cheeks and tilted his head to the side ever so slightly, his eyes directly staring into yours.

“What would I have been mad at you about?” ”About me leaving you like that. It was so sudden and I just-I don’t know what came over me. I shouldn’t have left like that without an explanation.”

Harry pondered his answer as he messed with the rings on his fingers while he tried to gather his response properly - it was a complicated one.

”At first, yeah-”, his voice was hoarse as he answered truthfully with his eyes moving to stare ahead at nothing at all.

”-but I understand now. You were done with my bullshit and I could never blame you for that. You had every right to leave me. I would’ve left me sooner if I were in your shoes.”

He was right, you were very done and beyond exhausted with everything you had to put up with for those last years of your relationship with him. However, that didn’t mean you didn’t have some regrets of your own. ”I’m sorry I never returned your messages or explained why.”

Harry quickly started to shake his head before you could even finish your sentence. He spoke softly with gentleness in his tone, “You have nothing to be sorry for. I’m the one who should be doing the apologizing. I was awful to you.”

He was right to some extent. At first, things were great..towards the end, he definitely had a lot to be sorry for, but so did you for not giving him a conclusion to your ending at the time. ”I hope you know how much I know I screwed up. I can’t even begin to tell you how sorry I am and how much I wish I could take back all of that shit I put you through.”

You nodded because just from your conversation and his demeanor, you knew he meant it. You knew that good guy that was deep within him even during the height of his addiction. It was nice to see that person again.

”I know you are and I forgive you for all of it. I mean that Harry.”

Harry’s glossed eyes looked at you in a silent plea. He never felt worthy of your forgiveness or even expected you to forgive him in the first place. Yet, here you were, professing that the past was in the past and you were choosing not to dwell on anything. Harry felt like he was deeply falling in love with your beautiful soul all over again. “If I had asked, would you have stayed?” Harry spoke with a vacant look on his face as he stared into the deep orange fire that crackled loudly amidst the silence. Only now did you notice that the once loud music had been turned down to barely audible and there were only a few other people who still lingered at the gathering inside.

“What?” You asked in disbelief.

“If I had asked”, Harry spoke the same words, but slower. His eyes bore into yours with a serious look on his face, “Would you have stayed?” Now this was a question you had never asked yourself, which was shocking considering the amount of time you had spent analyzing that night and each outcome that could've conspired. Never once did you think about this scenario where Harry groveled on his metaphorical hands and knees, begging for you to say. The worst part was that you didn't have an answer. You could see it going his way with you dropping your packed bag at the front door and snuggling your body into his as you enjoyed the peaceful moments you would get with him just before he fell asleep. On the other hand, you could see your response not changing what so ever, just because of how done and exhausted you were with the relationship that, during that time, had been causing you more harm than good. You sighed and answered with hesitation, “You didn’t ask. So I guess we’ll never know.” It was harsh, but Harry knew it was true. There wasn’t any use dwelling on the ‘what if’ when the invention of the time machine still didn’t exist. Yet he couldn’t help but constantly wonder how if he would’ve done something, anything. If he hadn’t fallen asleep that night, maybe-just maybe-you would still be his. Maybe he would've quit drinking and you'd both have a flat and kids and live happily ever after. Regardless of Harry’s regrets, he nodded in understanding of your response as his fingers instinctively reached for his NA beverage once more. His mouth wrapped around the tip of the glass bottle, slinging down the last remnant of his drink. 

You couldn’t take your eyes off of the shape of his mouth and the sight of spit that seeped out from the corner of his mouth. Your gaze followed his every move as he placed the now empty bottle between his spread, trouser-clad thighs. The sight made you clench your thighs together as memories of intimate moments with Harry dared to revisit your brain. Thankfully, your hormones were strong, but your willpower was stronger...for now. Your brain traveled back to the bottle set between his legs. Your curiosity got the better of you, “Did you quit drinking?” Harry’s eyes found yours again as he nodded, “I stopped drinking a few months after you left.” You’d be a liar if you said his words didn’t make your stomach drop from what felt like a seventh-story building.

Ultimately, your departure was the moment things were put into perspective for Harry. He couldn’t have everything and everyone he wanted whilst being drowned in the pits of addiction. You were the wake-up call he was in dire need of answering. It’s funny how you were always the one who was coming to his rescue, whether you knew that breaking up with him was doing that or not. “I’m really proud of you. I’m sure that wasn’t easy.” Your soft voice made Harry genuinely smile and nod his head. He would also be a liar if he said your words didn’t make him feel the flutter of familiar butterflies in his stomach. “It’s all because of you”, He said with honest eyes. Your forehead creased as you shook your head, “That’s not true. It’s not all because of me,” 

Harry looked at you quizzically but allowed you to continue your thought process.

“I may have been a factor in you bettering yourself, but that was all you and your willpower Harry. Give yourself that credit. You deserve it”

You always saw the best in him. To the point, it nearly drove him mad.

He didn’t deserve this-this kindness and forgiveness. Jesus Christ, he certainly didn’t deserve you saying all of these things face-to face with him after all he had put you through.

Harry shook his head as his lips tucked inwards. “You can’t say things like that.”

“What do you mean? It’s the truth.”

He wanted you to understand. How could he make you understand?

“You can’t say those things as if I didn’t completely ruin everything we had together. As if I didn’t make you unhappy in our relationship to the point that you had to leave.”

Harry stood up as a rush of energy suddenly began to cook below his skin. He needed to move-do something to release the intensity of it all.

You watched with wide eyes as his thumb moved to pick at the skin on his bottom lip and his feet moved in a slow pace back and forth.

“I killed what we had over and over and over and you’re here telling me it’s okay? It’s not okay! Everything I did to you is the furthest from okay when you took on all of my bullshit and how did I repay you?” Harry spat with a harsh chuckle to himself. “I got wasted every fucking chance I could just so I could get a high. I took away the time we could’ve spent together making memories-happy memories.”

“Harry”, you stood from your chair as your instinct to calm him down and bring some peace to his spiraling mind kicked in. But Harry was deep in the eye of the storm, so much so that his eyes hadn’t even noticed you were now standing in front of him with your hands in front of your chest as you attempted to run into his pacing feet. “Harry stop!”, your voice was louder than before, but not quite a yell or one done out of anger. More so to get Harry's attention and bring him out of this trance. “H”, your voice pleaded as your hands reached up to this face. Somehow, you were able to grasp each of his cheeks in the palm of your hands. Harry’s feet suddenly stopped. Only then did he realize how fast his heart had been beating, but none of that mattered now. All he could focus on was the feather-light touch of you as your thumbs smoothed down the skin on his face. You were close. So fucking close to him. Closer than you had been in years. “It’s okay. Breathe, okay?” Harry nodded silently as he gulped down a lump in his throat, already feeling his heart rate start to tame down to its normal speed.

You were the medicine to put him at ease, yet he couldn’t help but feel bad that you were always the one fixing things. Now, he wanted to fix it for a change. Harry’s hands moved up to yours as he rested his palms on top of yours. Your eyes couldn’t help but stare at the physical and almost intimate contact happening between the both of you. “I mean it when I say I am nothing without you. You made me a better person and there’s nothing I could do to fix all of the past and the shit I did to you…but I’d like to try if you’d allow me to.” You could’ve melted at his words alone, then he had to add in the honesty in his eyes that were boring into yours as if he were trying to enforce to you just how much he meant every word he was saying. “I’d really like that”, your voice was soft as a single tear slid out from your eye. Instantly, Harry slipped a hand off of yours and moved his thumb along the wetness, wiping it away without a trace. “Don’t cry baby”, Harry found himself using your pet name way too easily, as if it were like riding a bike after years of never setting foot on the thing. You sniffled and tilted your face so your cheek rested in the palm of his hand. Something you hadn’t done in forever, yet it felt familiar and like he was meant to always be near you, touching you, living life with you; fucking loving you.

The both of you shared smitten smiles and glossed eyes as you reveled in looks of a fondness one could only share with a past love that was always destined to be rekindled.

“So, what do we do now?”

To be continued

[k8023]

Ja'Marr ranking some of his fits for Complex. Joe gets some love of course at the end ❤️

[mcv-wook]

"We need more complex characters in k-dramas!" You couldn't even handle him.

[chalamet-chalamet]

Who is your GOAT actor?

Will: What about Timothée Chalamet ding dong?

Reese: Timothée Chalamet ding dong is so wildly talented and he can do it all.

Will: He’s wildly talented but I can pick him up and throw him across the room. He’s a little guy. If you’re watching Timotheé, I’d love to throw you across the room but not in an aggressive way. I think we would be friends still. I think he would be like ‘sure.’

Reese: That’s the thing about him. I think he’d be like ‘all right man.’

Will: I hope this is not being recorded.

Twitter credit to Complex

[postcard-from-the-past]

Cleopatra in the Denderah temple complex, Egypt

British vintage postcard

[romanreignsbae]

the whole bloodline always love themselves some black women 🥵🥵

[chessboxingstreetwear]

adidas x The Simpsons

[apara-dise-penguin]

you can't know,.. you weren't there.

[seagreenstardust]

It wasn’t ever about bkdk being canon, though. Would that have been groundbreaking, incredible, amazing? Sure? But that wasn’t the point

All we really wanted was an ending for Izuku and Katsuki that made sense with their individual arcs, one where they were both happy and living the lives they’d chased the entire story

Deku vs Kacchan 3 where Izuku gets to yell his feelings about being quirkless again and still manages to win the fight

Izuku being a quirkless hero and still topping the charts (if they still existed)

Katsuki and Izuku chasing after each other, pushing each other to be better, just like they did the entire story

Izuku and Katsuki being hero partners.

Not a single one of those things has to come with blatant canon ship sailing and they would have tied the narrative together so perfectly

Katsuki and Izuku deserved so much better than what they got. Saying otherwise because Izu got the girl in the end is wild

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The Goddess Complex

The Goddess Complex was originally an early 3 part story I wrote but Tumblr banned part 2 some time ago. I was going to re-release part 2 with SFW images but I thought, screw it I'll rewrite them all into one post. Enjoy!

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Lisa kicked and struggled as two large men strapped her to a stone table in darkened room. She had been taken from her bed in the middle of the night, blindfolded and taken to this place, wherever it was.

As one of the men pulled off her blindfold she finally could see where she was. As far as she could tell she was in some sort of theater. Balconies wrapped around the center of the room, where she was currently tied. Each seat in the theater was occupied by a cloaked figure

"What do you want from me? I didn't do anything wrong! I'm not a bad person!" Lisa screamed but no one answered. No one made a sound. The silence however did not last long and was soon punctuated with the clicking of heels walking into the room.

The cloaked figures seemed to lower their heads in reverence to the person walking in. Lisa strained to see who it was but couldn't get the right angle. The voice she heard next sent a chill down her spine.

"You didn't do anything wrong my dear, you're not a bad person. But don't worry, I'll fix that." Said the cold seductive purr of a woman. Her voice echoing around the walls of the theater.

The woman strolled onto the stage and stood over Lisa allowing her to finally see her. It was the most beautiful woman Lisa had ever seen. She had platinum blonde hair and wore tight black latex. Her face was cold and domineering. Lisa wanted to look away but she was almost hypnotic. Her tits were so large the piece of clothing holding them in was creaking with each movement.

"W-who are you? W-what do you want from me?" Lisa said barely above a whisper.

"My name is Lilith and I am a Goddess. A Goddess of power, of beauty, of darkness. You have been chosen to receive a very special gift. A gift everyone in this room would die for. Many have." Lilith said her voice carrying immense weight.

"Gift? What kind of gift?" Lisa asked, a little intrigued.

"The most sacred of all gifts, my soul. I have had this body for 200 years and grow tired of it. I have had my fun with it, pushed it to sexual, mental and physical extremes and it has served me well but I crave a new body. Your body to be exact." Lilith said with a wicked smile.

"But what happens to me? My mind? My soul?!" Lisa shouted.

"They will cease to be. There will only be me, Goddess Lilith. Your pathetic farm girl body will be transformed into a vessel fit for me and my power. This body I inhabit was once like yours is now. Underdeveloped. Unremarkable. Unfuckable. But when I take control, all that will change." Lilith said almost salivating at the thought.

"Why my body? Take one of your cultists here!" Lisa said suddenly realising the gravity of her situation.

"For the successful transfer to occur, the body needs to be pure, untouched, virginal. All my followers have been spoilt by me." Lilith said almost wistful.

"What? No you can't do this! I'm not even a v-" screamed Lisa as she renewed her struggling.

"I grow weary of this." Lilith said cutting Lisa off as she placed a single finger on Lisas forehead. Instantly Lisa stopped, paralysed unable to do or say anything, her mouth still wide open. The only thing she could move were here eyes.

She watched as Lilith clicked her fingers and a second stone table rose from the floor. She lay down upon it as her followers began to chant in a language Lisa had never heard.

The lights in the room began to flickered and the walls started to shake. Lilith lifted a blade high above her own stomach and with one final incantation word from her mouth she drove the dagger into her chest.

A bright blinding light began to escape from the newly formed hole. The light filled the room making it hard to see. Lilith's arms went limp as the light escaped her body, swirling around the room like a snake. Spotting Lisa's open mouth it dove towards it. Lisa felt a hot sensation as it slid down her throat, slowly diminishing the light in the room until it was all gone.

Lisa blinked, not believing what had just happened. She also wondered why she could still feel her body, why she could now move her fingers again. Why her mind was still intact and not taken over by some crazy evil Goddess. That's when she realised that Lilith and her followers had messed up.

Lisa was by no means sexually active but she also wasn't a virgin. She theorized that they had grabbed her by mistake. There was a pious girl in her town also called Lisa who everyone knew was saving herself for marriage. Could this have been the girl they meant to take?

All Lisa knew was that she had to get out of there before they found out their plan didn't work. Before she could put any plan into action there was movement in the room.

The figures in the room slowly stood up and Lisa closed her eyes pretending to be unconscious. She heard the heavy steps of the disciples surround her.

"Goddess? Was the transfer a success?" She heard one ask.

"Jokes on you, you guys messed up." She thought but then an idea struck her. Maybe she could use this to her advantage to escape. She had to act fast, emphasis on the word act.

Lisa shot her eyes open and looked at the disciple with disdain.

"Of course it worked you fool, how dare you question your Goddess. Now untie these binds." Lisa snarled. For a moment she was worried it had not worked, the man looked confused. However another man quickly pushed him out of the way and began to undo her restraints.

"Forgive him my Goddess, he is a newer recruit to our church. He was merely worried for your well being." The man said as Lisa sat up. She just needed to get out of this room and away from so many of these people, thankfully they seemed to respond to her act so far.

"Worried?" Lisa let out a sarcastic laugh as she turned to the younger member. "I have performed this ritual countless times. Never doubt my power worm." She raised her hand towards him, as if she were to shoot lighting from it.

She didn't even know if Lilith had such powers but as the crowd of people parted in fear as if she were wielding a weapon she thought to herself, "I am nailing this." She would get herself out of there in no time.

"I need to retire to my quarters to recover my strength. You two!" She growled pointing at two disciples who had strapped her down. Despite their hulking appearance they seemed just as worried of her wrath as the the others. It gave Lisa a weird thrill.

"Escort me at once." She said getting off the stone table. The guards bowed and turned, walking towards a door. Lisa followed behind while the rest of the cultists remained in the theater. As they walked through the door Lisa breathed a silent sigh of relief. As well as her act was going she knew she wasn't out of the woods yet.

As they walked down the long corridor, Lisa was finding herself constantly retightening her pyjama pants, she didn't remember them being so loose on her waist. Conversely her sleep shirt was feeling unusually tight around her chest. Not enough to cause any breathing problems but enough to be irritating.

"Before I make my escaped maybe I should change into something a little more comfortable, I'm sure the Goddess won't mind." Lisa thought to herself with a chuckle.

Unbeknownst to her, her body had began to subtly transform. Her boobs were a size bigger, her stomach was more toned and she had instantly dropped ten pounds. These changes seemed to radiate to even the way she walked, each stride more confident than the last, her head held higher with an almost royal like air.

She was about to realise that they weren't the only changes taking place....

PART 2

Lisa was led down many corridors and through several halls until her and her escorts arrived at their apparent final destination.

"This place is a maze. How will I know where to get out?" Lisa thought to herself as they stood before two giant and grand doors. The two burly men each pushed open one of the doors, revealing a room of darkness. Not wanting to appear weak, Lisa strode in confidently. Instead of following the men closed the doors behind her and she was plunged into darkness.

“Shit, now what?” She said to herself.

As if hearing her frustration, all of a sudden candles in the room began lighting themselves around her, illuminating the opulent bedroom. It's decor and design was far more rich and luxurious than the halls she had walked through. It was a bedroom truly fit for a Goddess. At the center of the room was the biggest bed Lisa had ever seen.

"Big enough for an orgy." Lisa thought to herself with a smirk before quickly shaking her head to rid her of the out of character thought.

At the back were two identical doors spaced apart. Pushing open one she found it to be an equally sumptuous bathroom. The floor and walls were lined with marble and at the back of the room was a large and spacious bathtub.

Lisa bit her lip. She knew she needed to get out of there as soon as possible but the bathtub looked so inviting.

“I could use a wash, those brutes weren’t gentle or clean when they took me.” Lisa said to convince herself as she drew the bath.

“It couldn’t hurt to have a little me time.” She mused while taking off her dirty and torn clothing.

She stood before the floor to ceiling mirror fully naked. She put her hands on her hips and posed identically to how she had seen Lilith pose earlier. She didn’t notice her bigger boobs or her tighter waist.

“After all, I am the Goddess.” She said in her best dominant voice as she stared cold eyed at her reflection before breaking and laughing at herself. “Yeah right, me a Goddess?!” She laughed again as she slipped into a black silk night gown that was hanging up as she waited for the tub to fill.

"Those guards might have pulled something, my boobs feel tender and look swollen." She said as she rubbed them. Almost instantly her nipples stood on end.

"Ohhh and they're so sensitive too." She moaned lightly as her fingers made circles instinctively around her rock hard nipples. She was so lost in the sensation that she didn't notice her nails were long and manicured now.

“I wonder if Lilith played with herself like this while bathing. No I bet she would of had people to do it for her. I can see it now ‘you slave caress my nipples… not with your fingers… with your tongue’, yeah I bet she took a lot of pleasure in doing that." Lisa said to herself as a sly grin crossed over her face. She closed her eyes and let the wicked images play out in her mind.

She could see it now, the blonde Goddess beckoning to a waiting well hung man to come over to the bathtub.

“Mmmmm you want to please your Goddess don’t you slave.” Lilith asked to the man who nodded obediently.

"Then prove it." Lisa said herself in a whisper, captivated by the scene before her.

"Then prove it. Show me how much you are devoted to me." Lilith said to the slave echoing Lisa's words. The man walked over to the tub and got in, it's large size proving more than spacious. He stuck his tongue out and traced mini circles around Lilith's nipples.

Both Lisa and Lilith moaned in unison. Lisa was mimicking the action of the slave with her fingers, or perhaps it was her imagination that was following the actions of her fingers? Whatever the case Lisa was finding herself in bliss. Strangely she also found herself closer to the bathtub now too.

"Gooooood. Now lower." Lisa said, her voice now tinged with a level of coldness she had previously lacked. Lilith did not repeat her words this time, choosing to simply point instead.

The man ran his tongue down her body, getting to her clit. He waited however, not wanting to proceed before his mistress allowed it. But he did not look to Lilith, instead he looked at Lisa. Opening her eyes for a second she suddenly found herself in the tub.

Not wanting her fantasy to end she closed her eyes and imagined the man opposite her in the tub, she was now polity in her fantasy. The slave still looked at her, awaiting approval. She was fully in control and it was making her unbelievably wet.

"Do it!" Lisa said in a commanding voice. With a deft move the man's tongue slid into her slit and Lisa moaned once again, her voice deeper and stronger. In her head she could hear Lilith moan in snyc with her as well, if a little quieter than before.

Her hand was clinging on tight to the slaves head directing his tongue around her perfect pussy. “Oh thats it’s make your Goddess cum, you will be rewarded for doing so.” Back in reality she was plunging her fingers deep inside herself, exploring parts of her body she had been too shy to have before. She was verging on having the best orgasm of her life.

“Yessss oh fuck yes. Make me feel your complete devotion to your Goddess. Please your Goddess. I deserve all of this power and worship, I am beautiful, I am powerful….. Ohhhhhhhhhh… I am.... GODDESS LILITH!”. A huge cascade of pleasure engulfed Lisa as she screamed out the name in the echoing bathroom. She held her head and let out soft moans as she experienced the after shock orgasms in waves.

“Ohhhhhhh fuck I can't believe how hard I just came. I haven't done that since…. I don't think I’ve ever came like that.” Lisa said slowly regaining her composure. She spent a few more minutes actually washing herself, all the while resisting the urge to pleasure herself again.

Stepping out of the bathtub grabbed a towel to dry off and found herself staring at her reflection, captivated by the sight. She didn't notice that her boobs had once again grow, now two sizes bigger. Her skin had take on a light tan and her hair, despite just being in the water, looked perfectly sleek and shiny. All she could see was how hot she was.

“Mmmmm maybe it wasn't so crazy to think I could pass as 'The Goddess'. I am obviously sexy enough.” She purred as she took in her reflection vainly for a couple more minutes. She admired her every curve, soon convincing herself that she was in fact Goddess material, if not better. Just as she was contemplating playing with herself some more she realised her clothes were missing.

"Who would dare steal my clothes!?" She said in a booming voice that demanded answers. Stomping out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom she was about to reign down hell on the two guards when her eye caught the other door in the room.

“If that door led to the bathroom then this door must lead to the-" She said throwing open the other door. Her eyes lit up as she saw the inside, and a fiendish smile crept across her face “-the closet.”

Part 3

Lisa stood before racks and racks of clothing. There was everything from elegant ballgowns to skimpy lingerie. High heeled shoes to designer bags. Latex whips to steel chains. She ran her fingers across it all feeling each item slowly. She picked up a whip and ran it sensually across her naked body.

"Mmmm I wonder what naughty things Lilith has gotten up to in here?" She said with a smirk to herself but then quickly shaking it off.

"Ok enough playing around I need to find something that won't have anyone questioning my orders so I can walk right out of here. Not that they should question their Goddess!" She said suddenly snapping into character before shaking it off again.

"I need something dominating, authoritative, powerful." She said to herself while absent-mindedly playing with her tits.

"There are just too many options that look so fucking good and nasty! Hang on what am I saying?!” She thought to herself, these were garments for an evil bitch Goddess. They weren't her style, she just needed to pick something. Grabbing an item at random, she started to put it on.

"No I'm a good kind girl not some crazy cult queen." She said pulling on the knee high latex boots.

"Don't get me wrong though what girl wouldn't want to be worshipped as a goddess?" She said slipping into the tight black latex pants.

"But it's not right to have that kind of power over people... Even if the people are are pathetic helpless worms." She said with a sting of venom behind the last part as she put on the tight latex top, it's material managing to contain the massive tits she now had.

"They would be lost without me really. The Goddess that is. Like ants without a queen. With Lilith gone, they'll be impotent after I escape." She said putting on expensive gold jewelry. Her look complete she turned and faced the mirror.

At first her expression was that of surprise. Her body was pure beauty now. She looked like she had been poured into her outfit, an outfit that screamed power. Her body had morphed over the course of an hour into a perfect female form.

Her new bigger tits were nearly spilling out of her top. Her waist was crunched in so impossibly that it was a miracle she could breathe. Dark mascara had somehow appeared on the eyelashes and lipstick covered her now supple lips.

Her surprise soon warped into a look of contempt. Not for herself but for how she remembered all the disciples in the theater. Seeing her undeniable beauty filled her with disdain for anyone lesser than her which in her eyes was everyone. A cold pleasurable shiver ran over her body.

"Those useless mortals need a Goddess to lead them. They need me. They want me. Of course they do, look at me. I am perfection." She said staring into her own eyes, almost hypnotising herself with every word. She picked up a nearby whip and let it crack, loving the sound it made.

"They need my cruel uncaring hand to guide them, to whip them into shape. Yesssss I was made to be Goddess. Only I am worthy. Others live only to serve my desires." She said in a deeper sexier tone than she was used to.

Suddenly there was a sound from the main bedroom breaking her from her trance. Shaking her head she felt as though she was waking from a dream.

"No! What am I saying? Something is happening to me. Look at my body! I'm all tits and darkness. That bitch infected me with her evil. I need to get out of here away from any remnants of her." She said walking away from the mirror and into the bedroom to investigate the sound, where she found she wasn't alone.

Standing clad in a sleek leotard wielding two daggers as a beautiful blonde with a stern look on her face.

"Ah Lilith I see you've taken a new host. Trying to out fox me no doubt but your reign of evil ends tonight." The blonde assassin said lunging at Lisa who dodged out of the way with superhuman speed, surprising even herself.

"No wait I'm not Lilith. My name is Lisa! Her ritual thing didn't work. I'm just trying to get out of here. Please stop!" Lisa pleaded but the assassin continued her attack.

"Your tricks won't fool me witch!" The assassin said with anger and fury. Again Lisa dodged and countered with ease. Lisa could feel Lilith's power begin to coarse through her body with each dodge, as if being activated by some sort of sense of survival. The more power she gained the more she could feel the dark personality creep back in.

"Please this is just making things worse.... ugh.... for you!" Lisa said holding back the darkness and assassin at the same time.

"Dominate her! Make her kneel before you!" Her conscious was demanding, it's corruption hard to halt.

"No I won't! This is wrong!" Lisa said, pleading with her own thoughts.

"The only thing wrong is not bending her to your will! She should be serving you in the bathtub as you imagined!" Her dark consciousness said causing Lisa to reimagine the bathroom fantasy earlier with the blonde assassin in place of the male slave. She wanted to fight against the feelings but they were making her feel stronger, powerful and horny. It was intoxicating.

Finally the assassin made a last ditch lunge at Lisa who instinctively side knelt out of the way and managed to strike her with the whip. It coiled around the assassin's waist and Lisa pulled it hard, propelling the assassin to her outstretched free hand.

Lisa grabbed the assassin around the neck, lifting her with ease off of the ground. All at once Lisa felt a flood of power invade her senses. She was suddenly consuming the would-be assassins soul and she couldn't get enough. Her body orgasmed again and again as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

"Nooooooo I have to stop before it’s too laaaaaaaahhhhhhhh.” She screamed throwing her head back. She could feel all of the assassin's memories, emotions, and desires. Her name was Rita, she was part of a group hell bent on destroying Lilith. She had trained her whole life to kill the Goddess but now Lisa was turning her into a loyal follower. She loved every second of it.

“Yessssss this is my destiny." She screamed in ecstasy. "All will kneel before my beauty and tremble. Your soul is just want I needed to complete my evil transformation." Lisa laughed.

The two guards came in from outside after hearing the screaming. They stood in awe of their new Goddess. She let go of her grip on the blonde causing the assassin to drop to her knees. The blonde drained of any resistance, looked up at Lisa.

"How may I serve you Goddess." She said in a zombie like state.

"You fought well Rita and made your way pass these idiotic guards. They are of no use to me now. End them,” Lisa said with a smirk and watched as Rita dispatched the men easily within seconds. Lisa walked over to her new bodyguard with glee, taking her face in her hands.

“Having absorbed your memories I know you're a virgin Rita so I am at a bit of a crossroads. Do I save you and keep you pure so that one day you might be a suitable host for me. Or do I soil your soul and fuck you like the little slut puppet I desire? Decisions, decisions." Lisa said checking out Rita's tight and supple body.

"Mmmm it would be a shame to not taste a treat as sweet as you. Come along." Lisa said walking over towards the bathroom.

“Yes Goddess Lisa.” Rita replied causing Lisa to stop.

"Lilith is such a wonderfully wicked name, it would be a shame to not use it, wouldn't you say?" Lisa said rhetorically.

"Of course, Goddess Lilith." Rita answered back causing a pleasurable chill to run through Lisa's body.

"The Goddess is dead, long live the Goddess." She said with an evil purr and continued into the bathroom.

[likea-silhouette]

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

content: fluff, sexual tension, and mentions of past sex life.

word count: 3.4k

summary: Harry was once the boy you loved and wanted to spend your life with. The funny thing is that addiction is something that is never predicted. What happens when you run into your ex-boyfriend years after your breakup that was due to his vices? Based on the song Complex by Katie Gregson-MacLeod

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“Dinner?” Harry questioned quietly as his thumb subconsciously ran along your cheek. His eyes reflected the light from the strings, making it appear like his pupils were physically glowing. “I’d really like that”, you say with bright, attentive eyes

The moment felt raw and full of several emotions-love, nervousness, confusion, sadness, happiness. So caught up in the moment, neither you nor Harry had even realized his palm that was still resting on the side of your face. However, a series of giggles made you both keenly aware of what both of you looked like to the public eye. A series of coughs came from behind Harry’s form. At the sound, Harry removed his hand and turned to peer at the view that was once pressed against his back.

“You’ve got to be kidding me”, you mumbled, more so to yourself-Harry just happened to overhear.

Standing at the patio entrance was Nadia with a winced expression as she tried to soothe her betrothed, who had just guzzled his beverage down the wrong pipe of his throat. Nadia's face was slightly tensed as she rubbed her husband's back, moving her eyes back and forth from the direction of her lover, back to you and Harry-repeat. Your eyes narrowed as you looked at your best friend, suspicious of why she just so happened to be glancing into the back yard when it was only Harry and you outside.

And you have every right to have those suspicions; they were 100% correct. Both Nadia and her husband invited either of you on purpose, in the hopes that you both would be able to rekindle something-even if that meant just friendship.

Separately, you and Harry had confessed to Nadia and her husband a feeling of loneliness in both of your lives. As if something was missing, yet neither of you could put a finger directly on just how to quench this ever-growing thirst. Nadi got the idea first - what better way for the married couple to bring together ex-lovers than a party? Turns out, their plan had worked exactly as they had hoped. Harry tilted his head with a smile smile as he scratched the side of his arm in habit. You mirror the tilt of his head and dig your front tooth into your bottom lip. You attempted to contain your embarrassed enthusiasm, yet still a small smile broke out from underneath your lips. The feelings could be compared to being set up on a blind date….except that the blind date happened to be with your ex. Simultaneously, you and Harry turn your heads, making complete eye contact with each other. “They set this up, didn’t they?” Harry spoke with a questioning tone that oozed with humor.

You nodded, “Seems that way.” Your eyes moved towards Nadia once more - she gifted you a timid wave as she remained standing alongside her husband, who had finally regained his composure. _____

Shortly after catching your friends in the act, you and Harry confronted them. Either expressed how they “were just checking if anyone else was still left at the party”. You thought it was a clever and worthy excuse, but you weren’t that ignorant. Still, you didn’t push the issue further, finding it adorable in a way that the couple was trying to instill some magic back into whatever you and your ex had. As you and Harry followed behind Nadia and her husband as they made their way inside the home, you realized that you were in fact the last remaining two at the party. Your eyes glanced towards the wall that you knew held a clock. Your eyes widened as you looked at the time that sat shortly after midnight. As if on cue, a harsh yawn escaped your mouth, making Harry chuckle as he stood behind you. He watched your nose as it crinkled. He thought it was cute. “Guess we better let you guys be then. Thanks for the invite - this was great.” Harry gave a brief hug to Nadia’s husband. At the same time, you enveloped Nadia in a hug. You could feel the way your friend gave your body just the slightest squeeze just before she released you. “Text me when you get home, okay?” Nadia whispered in your ear with a gleam of mischief and curiosity in her eye. One that you knew was saying she wanted more than just a notification that you made it home safe. “I’ll definitely text you”, you smirked as Nadia reciprocated your facial expression.

Once each of the party throwers had been farwell-ed and waved goodnight, you walked in front of Harry until you were both outside of the front door. “Can I walk you to your car?”, Harry offered, making you quietly giggle like a fucking schoolgirl. “Yeah”, you said with your best nonchalant tone and most eased nod. Once to your car, Harry held the door open, allowing you to comfortably get seated in the drivers side and pull your seat belt across your chest. Harry watched all of your movements. The way your hands gripped the stearing wheel - the way your eyes blinked more than usual due to exhaustion, yet still looked even more beautiful than he remembered. You had him feeling properly fed; a feeling he hadn’t felt since-who even fucking knows anymore. He couldn’t let this feeling go away. He couldn’t let you slip away again if he could help it.

“Would it be weird if I asked for your number?” Harry asked with as much courage as he could summon. At his words, you felt a rush of excitement as warmth grew along the back of your neck. You shook your head as you fished your phone out of the cup holder. “Only weird if you don’t give me yours too.” You spoke with confidence and ease. Silently, you both typed into the others phone, ensuring that the most up to date number was now saved for both of you. “I’ll text you about dinner. Only if that’s still something you’re open to.” Harry nervously teetered from one foot to the other as he spoke. You thought it was cute. “Definitely still open. We could do next weekend if you aren’t too busy being…well, you.” Harry chuckled, “I’ll make it work regardless. Get home safe, yeah?” You nodded, “Goodnight Harry.” “Goodnight”, he wished you well as his hand pushed your car door shut. His eye watched your car until you were completely out of view. Now it was he, the street lights, and the dark night sky. ______________________

By the time you arrive home and slip out of your day clothes, in exchange for pajamas, your screen has already lit up with a text. You felt an air of embarrassment at the way your hands quickly grabbed for your device. The thrumming of your heart increased by the milliseconds as you waited in anticipation. 

Please be him - you prayed to yourself with squinted eyes. The moment his five-letter name read across your screen, it felt as if God was actually real and had heard your pleading.

Waiting for you was a text. It contained a link to a restaurant - it had a name that you’d recognized, most likely from passing on the street a time or two. As your thumb pressed down gently and the screen loaded to the business’s home page, you recognized the building and its main sign that hung above its main entrance. Instantly, your face formed into a wincing expression.

This restaurant was both familiar and a stranger to you because you had indeed passed it a time or two, but scanning through the menu and a quick look at the dollar amounts of the appetizers alone quickly made you realize why you hadn’t made it a place you regulared.

Just as you were about to click through to your banking account app and figure out how the hell you’d be able to afford anything more than a cocktail at this place, another text popped up at the top of your screen.

“How’s this place for our next reunion? H x.” 

Instantly, your finger tapped on the text, your eyes scanning his words more times than you’d care to admit, and suddenly, the amount of money, or lack thereof, in your bank account didn’t matter. Not when you were this smitten. With shaky hands and a grin that had you biting your lower lip in an attempt to suppress, you typed the most calm, cool, and collected batch of words your mind could muster.

“You read my mind”, you texted back with the addition of a kissing emoji A fucking kissing emoji? Jesus Christ, who was I. Quickly, Harry responded, “Pretty sure I still know every inch of you, so it makes sense that I can read your mind.” He wasn’t sure if it was the sleepiness in his head that made his judgment cloudy enough to send you those words, or if he was running on pure adrenaline. You couldn’t help but read his text with a sexual innuendo attached to it, just as Harry had wanted, but in your mind, you couldn’t be too sure that was his intention. Maybe the tone you portrayed was the one you really just wanted to be true. Maybe his text was harmless and merely just stating a fact.

Maybe it was, but maybe it wasn’t. Your lack of response made Harry sigh heavily in his chest. “Sorry, didn’t mean it like that.”, he was quick to send a lie-filled double text out of pure anxiety.

Your eyes dragged along his words, feeling his anxious energy peel off the screen. But that was the last thing you wanted him to feel.

Quickly, your thumbs tapped out a reply - the first one that came to your mind. Words that you would regret the instant you hit send.

“Which parts are we talking about?”

The moment Harry's eyes scanned your text, he felt a shock blaze from his chest down to the tops of his thighs. He had to set his phone down and breathe slowly-in, then out-as the most annoying of grins smothered his face like a fucking kid on christmas morning.

He couldn’t help but ask himself if this all really was real. Was he actually texting with his ex-girlfriend and having flirty conversations as if both of you hadn’t had a massively difficult breakup that left both of you silent for years? It felt almost too good to be true.

“I meant your brain, but we can talk about the other parts if that’s what you want”, Harry had to type and retype and retype that message four or five times before he was satisfied with it’s balance of innocence and suggestiveness. Anticipation coerced through his fingertips as he anxiously awaited your response with eyes glued to the screen of his phone. He could feel the blood beginning to rush between his legs as he imagined what you were typing, what you were thinking, what you were wearing. This feeling was so nostalgic. Harry recalled when he first met you and you both exchanged numbers. How these exact butterflies fluttered throughout his stomach just from talking to you about the most mundane of daily occurrences. These virtual conversations were often intertwined with day to day activities and late-night conversations when he was needy for you. This moment-right now-felt, in a way, like home. Harry's eyes continued to obsessively watch the screen of his phone. The three dots would pop up and then go away, only to repeat that sequence several more times as you typed and retyped and retyped again a message that was taking longer than Harry’s anxiety cared to wait for. On the other hand, he enjoyed that you were probably nervous and stunned at his words, which were said with boldness and confidence. The fact that you were taking ages to respond now replaced Harry’s anxiety with a light cockiness. However, when he saw what you typed, everything felt very, very worth the wait. Second by second. You crossed your heart and hoped to fucking god that Harry hadn’t seen how many times you had typed, then deleted, only to begin typing the text again, but truly, what do you say to your ex that is..well..talking to you like this. In a severely non-platonic manner. “I see your mouth is still really good at spouting nonsense. I remember what else it was really good at.”

The minute you hit that little upward arrow button, sending the text pinging straight to Harry’s phone, you immediately tossed your device a foot away from you on your bed as you hid your face in your hands. Your feet stomped quickly against the top of your mattress as you cooed and squealed into the throw pillow now set in your lap. You couldn’t believe you sent it. You really, truly, didn’t know who you were at this very moment, but in the best way possible. You felt like a version of you who was in her early 20s with hormones that raced through her body. Your mind begins to drift to the first time you saw Harry naked. It was a carved artwork, the way shadows traced the muscles that rippled all along his body. His top half was a canvas to various tracings of black ink, freckles, and a mole or two. You remembered your finger as it traced down the center of his stomach, underneath his belly button. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the way his stomach tensed up as your finger kept moving further and further down as it followed along the line of hair that led you down a path straight to his hardened cock that pressed against his lower pelvis. The spark that lit up inside you when you felt the thick liquid smothering his tip - one could only describe it as something feral. When both of you were intimate, sometimes Harry would delicately lie your body down on a bed and give slow and easy kisses that felt so deeply natural, as if this is exactly what both of you were supposed to be doing with your lives. On other occasions, when the sexual tension was high and the cravings had been taunting you for hours-sometimes even days- Harry would aggressively and consentually give you a playful shove that had your body plummeting down on the couch with his body on top of yours. You hadn’t realized until now the slightest taste of metal as you bit your lip and recalled the very first time you felt the warmth of him inside of you. It was shocking and exciting and everything you had hoped being so intimately pressed against him would be. Fuck, you missed him-in more ways than one. You missed how perfectly his body seemed to mold against yours. The way his hands seemed to know your body better than you did. His raspy voice as it sang praises in your ear of how good you felt, alongside various groans and whimpers. However, your dip into the past was interrupted as you heard the vibrating of your phone that still sat on your bed about a foot or so away. The phone continued to vibrate, as if it weren’t just a simple text message…but a phone call. A surge of uncertainty wrapped around you like thick vines as you stared at the upside down phone screen. Your eyes were barely open, fearing you’d see his five-letter name flashing across the screen. Thankfully, the vibrating ceased- but not for very long.

The invisible pattern of the vibrations started once again. This time, the curiosity ached too hard in your body. You were quick to reach for your phone and turn it right side up and stare it dead in the face. There-you saw it, just as you pictured. Those five bloody letters that spelled out the name of the person who had taken up a disastrous amount of your time today, yet you didn’t feel bad about that at all. The vibration was stinging your ears as it moved in your palm, creating an overstimulating feeling as your mind also seemed to rapidly run through reasons of why he could be calling and if you should even pick up. Especially after the kind of text you had just sent. Finally, the vibration became too much as it combined with your thoughts, until you were impulsively tapping your thumb on the green button and moving the device up to your ear. “Hello?”

Your whisper was so soft, Harry wasn’t entirely sure if he actually heard your voice or if his mind made it up. “You there? I can barely hear you”, Harry said with a questioning tone. His crackly, tired voice was music to your ears. “Yeah-yeah, I’m here Harry. What's up?” He tutted at your innocence, “You’re really going to ask me what's up after sending a text like that?” Your body ached at his bold statement. Throughout your time of knowing Harry, you had developed a love-hate relationship with just how honest and bold he could be when around people he was the most comfortable with. “Helloooo?” Harry asked with a drawn-out vowel at the end. All he could hear on his end of the phone was the sound of your heavy breathing. “I’m here I just-I..don’t know what to say.” “I guess we could start with what you were implying.” You felt a heat rise in your chest due to mortification, “C’mon H-” “No-”, he interrupted, “you started this, so now you have to own up to it.” His voice was filled to the brim with amusement as he snickered whilst picturing you on the other end, most likely doing some sort of nervous quirk with your hands as you tried to find the right words or something along those lines. He loved making you a stuttering mess.

“Can’t handle it?” Harry playfully taunted, making you shake your head and airily roll your eyes. “I think you know I can handle it just fine”, you answered quickly in defense, making Harry chuckle with a slight darkness to his tone as he read between the lines of what your words actually meant. Imagery swirled around in Harrys head- your hair in his hands, your mouth sloppily working him up and down with a trail of drool connecting your mouth to this cock, him tasting every inch of your pussy as if he was starved. But he also knew he didn’t want this-whatever was happening between the two of you-to go like this. As much as he wanted each and every last bit of you, Harry also wanted you to know how hungry he was for the ordinary parts too. Like waking up next to you every morning or wrapping his arms around your waist in greeting when you get home from work. He needed you to understand how he was famished for the sexual aspect of your past relationship, but even more so, just to be near you and love you again-and to do it right this time.

“How about we see how dinner goes and maybe we can return to this conversation, yeah?” Your voice broke through the silence, making Harry unbury himself from his thoughts. “I’d like that a lot.” Your hands fidgeted as you felt what could only be best described as someone being asked out by their biggest crush of all time. It was a nostalgic feeling and one that was so deeply missed. No one had made you feel this way since Harry, and at this point, you weren’t sure anyone else could even come close. “Get some sleep, alright?” Harry’s voice was mildly rasped, most likely from exhaustion and having to talk to copious amounts of people today. “You too. Night Harry” Harry reiterated a night time farewell before ending the phone call and allowing a sigh to fall from his lips. He didn’t know how or what to feel. All he could do was lie still on the bed with each of his arms by his side and his head tilted back on a pillow. Motionless, his eyes stared off into the abyss of the white ceiling as his head relived the memory of everything that happened today. Though you were both separated by several miles and words still left unspoken, you felt connected to Harry as if he were right next to you. If you closed your eyes, you could almost physically feel his fingertips that slid between yours as to hold your hand. This feeling was an invisible string that was once severed with a sharp blade, yet had somehow been tied back together in a knot that felt sturdy-maybe even sturdier than before.

Eventually, your eyes drifted closed and your mind became encapsulated with him and sleep. To be continued

[marshallsgirl]

Eminem at Complex Pop-up in London

[tomhardymyking]

𝗧𝗼𝗺 said he really wanted to know our reaction and opinion about 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒎: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 when he went sneaker shopping with Complex in New York to promote the film last month, and him leaving the movie with that ending 😩

Now I would like to know what he thinks of our reactions 👀

P.S. : we want more of your 𝗩𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗺 and 𝗘𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗕𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗸, 𝗧𝗼𝗺 🙏🏻

P.S. 2: I imagine that here he is referring to saying goodbye to the 7 years he has dedicated to the trilogy, not to the characters because he has already said several times in other interviews that he will never say goodbye to them 🤔

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𝗧𝗼𝗺 dijo que tenía muchas ganas de saber nuestra reacción y opinión sobre 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒎: 𝑬𝒍 Ú𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒐 𝑩𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒆 cuando estuvo de compras de zapatillas deportivas con Complex en Nueva York para promocionar la película el mes pasado, y él dejando la película con ese final 😩

Ahora me gustaría saber qué piensa de nuestras reacciones 👀

P.D. : queremos más de tus 𝗩𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗺 y 𝗘𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗕𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗸, 𝗧𝗼𝗺 🙏🏻

P.D. 2 : me imagino que aquí se refiere a decir adiós a los 7 años que ha dedicado a la trilogía, no a los personajes porque ya ha dicho varias veces en otras entrevistas que nunca dirá adiós a ellos 🤔

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