#hes sitting here making us almost fall asleep standing up like whats your problem

[khonshusavatars]

Jake most pathetic man in the system

[chiscaralight]

heh... so we're eis best friend or smt and we sleep over at her place but when we wake up early the next morning we go downstairs and see scara shirtless 🤤 and then we bang!! but after we're done ei tells us to stfu and never let her hear again 😭🙏

nsfw scara x reader

you’re buzzing with excitement as you trail behind ei. you’re sleeping over at hers today, which means you'll get to see scara! not like it means anything to you.

when you shut the door behind you, your heart jumps into your throat when you see the familiar head of hair propped on the couch. he just mumbles a greeting to his sister without turning his head. it's not until she says not to disturb the 'two of you' that he cranes his head back and locks eyes with you. he offers you a small nod and you smile back before you follow ei up the stairs.

the rest of the night is pretty uneventful, save for the call you guys had with yae. the two lovers end up falling asleep on the call, which leaves you staring at the ceiling for a few more minutes before dozing off yourself. not for long anyway, because you're up after a few hours. you groan, and ei is still snoring hard. you push yourself off the bed so you can make your way toward the kitchen.

"hey."

youre almost jumping out of your skin from the sudden disturbance. its ei's brother, shirtless, and standing with his arms folded from the entrance of the kitchen.

"what are you doing here?"

"i live here. what are you doing here?"

you pout. its still early, almost 4:30. but the reason you were asking is because most people are just asleep now. its as easy as saying you couldn't sleep, and he shares the same problem, which is why both of you end up together on the couch. the conversation goes silent after a while, with him laying his head back into the cushions.

your eyes fall back to his exposed chest and you gulp.

“you’re not even trying to hide it now, huh.”

when you look up, he’s much closer to you now, you csn basically feel his breath on your face. not for long anyway, because his lips are almost immediately on yours. his lips are much softer than the tone of his voice, hands sliding up your shirt to pull you closer.

he’s quick with his movements, pushing you onto your back. he’s raising his lips only slightly to push a finger into your mouth. you can see the look in his eyes as he draws it out from between your lips. and maybe it was unnecessary, because once his fingers slide down into your underwear-

“you’re fucking soaked.”

you can’t even gather up a response before he’s shoving it deep in, taking his sweet time to feel around in the warmth of your cunt, before adding another one in. your noises are getting louder, and he shushes you, reminding you of his sister (and your friend) was upstairs.

so you nod, and drag his head back to yours so you can excuse your noises into his mouth as he slams the heel of his hand against your clit.

you thought his hand slapping your cunt was hard. but when it’s his cock? it’s a whole ‘nother story. promises of being quiet are long forgotten as you moan against his shoulder, nails digging into the skin of his side as he fucks into you. each thrust is knocking the wind out of your lungs. you’re almost sobbing, crying out his name as he thrusts deeper and deeper into you. but this is just a little too boring for him.

so he’ll pull out and sit himself back. what the hell? what does he expect you to do? but he can only smirk around you, motioning for you to come over. and you’ll end up doing a much better job than he thought, because you’re bouncing on his length almost as hard as he was pounding onto you. his fingers are rough against your hips, never missing the opportunity to slap against the fat of your ass.

and maybe you should have been a little more quiet, but he’s fucking into you so well you’re you’re not even sure you remember when you tell him to cum inside! and cum he does, because your feeling so full as he fucks up into you.

but he’s not heartless, so he’ll push you off to the side and slide right back in so he can fuck tou to the brink of your own orgasm. those slim fingers are quick to stretch down, brushing softly against your clit in comparison to his harsh thrusts. it’s not surprise how quickly you cum after that. it’s like he’s been studying this cunt his entire life!

he might have been studying a bit too hard though, because he almost has to carry you up the stairs back to ei’s room. he steadies you and gives you a nod, to which you nod in response, signaling that he can go. he plants one last kiss to your lips before making his way towards what you guess is his room down the hall.

when you open the door, you’re greeted with a pillow straight to the face.

“you’re so fucking gross, at least be quiet next time!”

[oleander-nin]

Yan!Rottmnt find you sleeping in their bed

A/N, not important: Told you I'd get out more this week. I figured out a system to (hopefully)stop me from burning out as quick. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

Tw: watching you sleep, implied kidnapping, yandere themes, Raph overthinking and slight babying, unconsentual touching(nonsexual)

Words: 961

Summary: The Yan!ROTTMNT turtles find you sleeping in their bed, and they didn't even have to bribe you for once.

-Ollie

Mikey:

He’s surprised at first.

You’ve been fighting him on this for so long, despite him trying to reason with you. You hadn’t even touched his bed of your own volition so far.

And yet here you were, curled up in between pillows and blankets and the small rabbit stuffie Mikey had given you when he first met you.

He doesn’t touch you at first, opting to silently watch from a distance.

Has the biggest grin on his face as he coos at your sleeping figure, admiring you.

In his mind, this was a step forward to you accepting him, to you loving him.

Depending on the time of day and what Mikey was doing/how important it is, he’ll either get in bed with you and cuddle you while trying not to wake you, or he’ll sit on his desk and watch you as he draws.

Mikey hushes anyone who walks by, making sure his loud brothers don’t disturb you.

Until he wants your attention.

Then you’re getting dragged out of bed, an excited Mikey holding you in his arms.

You can always sleep later, after all, you obviously don’t care about sleeping in his bed anymore.

Don’t fight it, he knows you better than you know yourself.

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Donnie:

Knew about it as soon as you fell asleep.

Is a bit miffed, especially if you didn’t wash before getting into his bed. He’s big on cleanliness, and will not stand for you making his bed all gross. He has to sleep there too, you know.

If you didn’t wash up first, he wakes you up and makes you go take a shower/bath first, taking the sheets to be cleaned and replacing them with spares as you do so. Drags you back to bed once you’re done, you don’t get a choice now. Plus, if you're so eager to sleep in his bed dirty, you’d enjoy it even better now that you’re clean.

If you were already clean, he leaves you be for now, having SHELLDON keep an eye on you to make sure nothing goes wrong while you sleep if he’s too busy to do it himself.

If he can spare the time however, he goes into his room and sits at his desk, being able to work while still being near you.

If he’s done with his work and is feeling up to it, he’s crawling in with you, collapsing on top of you and using you as his pillow. You’re soft and warm, you should’ve expected this to happen.

Gets pissy if you fight back, considering you most likely awoke when he flopped on top of you.

You should be grateful he’s showing you such kindness, he can always make you sleep on the floor.

Overall, he is quite indifferent about it. He doesn’t need you to sleep in his bed by your own volition, he can always just make you. Thinks nothing of it as you should be doing so anyway.

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Raph:

Very pleased with you.

Seeing you sleeping under the covers of his bed of your own volition, just as he wanted you too was so comforting to him. He almost melted at the sight of you surrounded by his various plushies, one of the bears being held in your arms.

The problem lies with his anxiety, however.

You are currently in his bed, alone. If he leaves, you could get hurt. What if a plush falls on your face and suffocates you in your sleep? What if he leaves and you roll off the bed, breaking your neck? What if you have a nightmare, and he’s not here to comfort you?

Despite what he was doing prior, he drops it to watch over you, not trusting you to be safe on your own as you sleep. There were too many things that could go wrong, too many variables that could lead to your suffering.

No, he had to stay with you, to protect you.

It’s what he’s here for after all.

He tries to stay away for as long as he can hold out, watching you from the opposite end of his room as he sits on the floor, just silently staring.

If it gets too much for him, seeing you there all cozy paired with the worry he has for you, he’d crawl into bed with you. He tries his best to not wake you up, simply depositing your body on his plastron as his arms wrap around you.

Freaks out if he wakes you up by accident, shushing you and trying to coax you back to sleep. You need your sleep after all.

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Leo:

This man’s ego raises so high, you have no idea. Is incredibly smug for the rest of the day(unless you do something wrong after you wake up).

See’s this as a win, thinks you’re finally giving in to him. Takes a photo to commemorate the memory before walking over to you.

Depending on his mood, he’ll either slip into bed with you, or sit on the bed next to you and just watch you while you sleep, enjoying this small step towards your reciprocating love.

No matter what, he drops whatever he’s doing to stay near you, not caring how much his brothers fuss at him.

If he slips into bed with you, he’s full on wrapping his arms around you and clinging to you like he’s never felt the touch of a lover before. Absolutely milks it.

If you wake up from his movements, he just shushes your complaints, refusing to let you go now that he’s with you.

You’re the one who was here first, why do you want to leave now?

Is very proud he’s finally making some progress, he knew you’d come around.

[calxide]

⸻ SLEEPLESS NiGHTS 💤

kazuha x gn!reader | 500+ words ; no pronouns used for the reader. i, literally, cannot sleep so i wrote this fic pls help. written in lowercase. not proofread pls just let me sleep already. words: milk, punch are mentioned. sleeping tgt. god when will i have this. just pure fluff, some brainrot, and definitely no sleep for me.

“i can't sleep.”

it's past two in the morning, yet here you are, standing in front of a dazed, closed-eyed kazuha — a plushie in your arms, blanket on your shoulders, and an oversized pajama.

kazuha tried his best to force his eyes open. but he fails, so he just sends you a smile.

“come in.” kazuha almost hit his head on the doorframe when he turned around to make way for you to get in.

you plopped yourself comfortably on his sofa. “sorry, i had a terrible sleeping schedule last week. now, i can't get it out of my system.”

you've been pulling all-nighters last week because of the hell-stack of schoolworks you had to do, and now, you couldn't bring yourself to sleep, so you decided it's best to show up at your best friend's door at 2 am since you live in the same building anyway.

kazuha chuckled and went to the kitchen. “milk?”

“sure… i'll take anything to make me pass out.”

“a punch then?” he joked.

“why not?”

a few minutes later, he comes back with two glasses of milk in his hands. “here you go, sleepyhead.”

“you're the sleepy one here, dummy.”

“fake it til you make it, they say,” he joked and took a sip from his glass.

as soon as you both finished drinking, kazuha offered to bring it in the sink. after a while, he came back with a blanket enough to fit you two in—enough to cover the sofa you were sitting on.

you raised an eyebrow as if asking what's his plan for the night. kazuha simply shrugged, sat beside you again and covered you.

the blanket was fluffy. it was warm to be under the blanket, and even warmer with kazuha by your side.

you noticed him drifting off. kazuha has been a victim of your sleepless nights for quite awhile now, but he doesn't seem to mind. sometimes he'd ask you to tell him stories so your problems would come off your chest, sometimes he'd be the one to tell tales for you to fall asleep.

but tonight, kazuha's clearly tired, he's completely dozing off. his head was hanging and you're worried he might actually fall off the sofa.

“you can sleep on my shoulder, you know,” you whispered your offer. “or like, just lay your head on the sofa.”

without thinking much, kazuha immediately made himself comfortable using your shoulder as his pillow. you wondered if he had forgotten you were the one who he was supposed to help fall asleep.

although, you don't really mind. sometimes, it's not bad to lend a shoulder to a friend, literally.

you and kazuha just stayed like that for who knows how long — it was quiet, the comforting kind, with the only source of noise coming from the air-conditioner.

you examined his peaceful sleeping face. kazuha looked beautiful as he always does.

you smiled as you felt your heart flutter. ah, silly thoughts.

“good night, kazu,” you mumbled.

you planted a kiss on kazuha's hair, then laid your head on top of his. yawning, you finally felt the melatonin kicking in. and so, you drifted off to dreamland.

kazuha shifted his position a bit and smiled as if he was dreaming. “sweet dreams, y/n.”

NOTE hello hahahahaha 5 months in in 2024 and im back just because my eyebags are insanely bad and i havent had an 8-hour sleep since god knows when (exaggerated but u get my point) plzzz wait for me school is almost done. thanks hope i can fall asleep now... p.s. i havent written anything for so long now so i apologize...

[gurugirl]

Mixed Signals*

Summary: You and Harry are best friends and there's no way he'd ever like you as more. Right?

A/n: best friends to lovers & mutual pining goodness 9.5k words

Warning: Some angst, some fluff, and some smut

You’ve known one another since you were 12. Harry’s always been cute. Really cute. It was hard to ignore your crush some days but most of the time you had no problem teasing one another, making fun of the other, and both pretending to not like each other. It was complicated having feelings for your best friend.

Then as you got older you were convinced he liked you back, but he got a girlfriend during sophomore year of college and so that had to be wrong. He obviously wouldn't choose another girl to kiss and have sex with if he liked you. You were a built-in sure thing, yet he went with the other choice.

Today you and Harry had gone to the amusement park together. You split a funnel cake with powdery sugar, you rode a few rides together, held hands as you ran through the rain back to your car and now here you were, in your bedroom at your parent’s house. The storm was heavy and the rain was falling hard and fast. Your parents were asleep and so you and Harry decided he would stay the night. It felt a little awkward for him to stay over because he hadn’t since he started dating Birdie six months ago.

But he’d slept over and in your bed plenty of times before Birdie. Nothing ever really happened. Well, except for the one time.

6 months prior

You’d woken up when you felt Harry moving in a rhythm that didn’t match up with your sleepy brain, so you turned and reached out for him to stop moving but you pressed your hand right over the skin on his hard penis, which he was pumping in his palm. He had been masturbating and was being really quiet, not making much movement at first. But once it started feeling really good and his balls squeezed as he was just about to come, he was shaking the bed a bit with his faster, more meaningful pace and it caused you to wake.

You both gasped the moment your hand came into contact with his, quite sizable dick. You were shocked first of all that it was sitting right there, just out and bare and his hand was clenched around it but also because of the thickness of him. You hadn’t realized. You knew what this was. He’d been masturbating and you looked up into his eyes, not wanting to look away from his pretty erection.

Harry was looking at you, suspended in motion. He intended on not waking you. Originally he was going to get up and go to the bathroom but then after he rubbed over himself he thickened up so fast, he thought maybe it would only take a couple of minutes. He was so horny and getting up from the bed would mean he’d have to walk 30 feet, open and close doors, move his limbs, and then he’d be standing while he wanked in the bathroom. It was a lot of effort, all that. This would have been a quick pop and then he could wipe up with the tissues sitting on the bedside table next to him. He’d never even have to get up.

He should have used better judgment looking back on it now, with your pretty eyes on his and his hand wrapped around his dick. And he saw the way you looked at his cock. Your eyes widened, lips parted. You paused for a bit as you slowly moved your hand away. It was almost like you wanted to keep your fingers on his solid smooth shaft. Warm. Long. Twitching as he was just interrupted from his orgasm.

So when you smiled at him and moved your own fingers down your long t-shirt and slipped them into your knickers Harry released the breath he was holding. You rubbed over yourself, fingers hidden by the fabric over them, and Harry started up his movements again.

You watched as he jerked his cock in a cadence that was the stencil for your own movements.

“C…can I see? Too?” Harry asked as he moved his free hand up to the band of your panties, still pumping himself.

You nodded at him and stopped your fingers for a moment as you pulled your panties down to your thighs. Then you quickly got back to work.

The sharp inhale of breath from Harry when he saw your pussy for the first time was not missed by you.

You spread yourself a little as you rubbed your clit to allow maximum friction. You and Harry were both rubbing your genitalia, masturbating with panting breaths right next to each other. You knew you’d regret this later but your tired/horny brain didn’t mind too much at the moment. Seeing Harry’s fingers wrap around himself as he fucked into his hand was so hot. And your little wet pussy in his view, arousal being pushed around over your clit, slushy sounds coming from you, it was his end.

You both came quickly, your eyes on one another, the scene was lewd and naughty. Harry ejaculated over his torso and his face scrunched, mouth wide open, breathing hard with one deep groan into the room.

Just the look on his face had you coming. It burst hotly from your veins as you watched his orgasming expression and you whimpered and moaned and when Harry heard you coming he opened his eyes to see for himself. He didn’t want to miss it.

After you both cleaned yourselves with the tissues on the bedside table, all in silence, you laid back into your pillow and Harry pulled the sheets back over his body. And it was never brought up again.

But that was just once. Before his girlfriend came into the picture, well, before they were “official” anyway. Which is probably why it was never brought up. And now he and Birdie were together, well, certainly nothing would be happening.

You both got into bed, joking around like always as you clicked your tv on so you could watch something for a bit. Neither of you was tired yet, you’d both admitted.

Harry slid into the bed next to you. You had your back against the wall and sat with your legs pointed toward the tv on the opposite wall. You’d stuffed pillows and blankets all around, both cozied in. But Harry was close and you were very aware of his proximity. Even with all the blankets and pillows, he’d wiggled in right next to you and his bony knee was dug into your low thigh. Burning, sizzling your flesh, and shooting up your skin directly to your core. You were so attracted to him, and it was moments like these that you hated it. Because he definitely didn’t feel the heat of proximity, his heart didn’t pummel his ribs in his chest, his tummy didn’t send out butterflies into his groin and make him drip with arousal as it did you.

You bit your lip and tried to keep your attention on the tv, or at least you tried to feign interest. Because you couldn’t pay attention to anything but the person sitting next to you. His looming presence. He was leaning toward you, his arm nearly pressed into yours, but just an inch short. It made the hair on your skin raise. Your throat felt dry.

Pay attention to the tv.

Then Harry chuckled and you turned to look at him, "What?"

"You. What're so you stiff for? Look like you're uncomfortable or something. This show's not that good, Y/n."

You forced a smile and knew you were red in the face. Your hormones were going nuts. Any time you were around him lately they were. You couldn't help it. You tried stopping the way you were attracted to him, the way you felt about him beyond just the attraction, the way it stung that he'd never choose you. But ever since that night when you masturbated together, the view of his cock in his hand had been carved into your brain, a permanent fixture and you had a hard time not thinking of him in that way.

"Oh just... I think I just need to..." you scooted around and moved away from him a bit. It helped you breathe. You acted like you were just trying to get yourself more comfortable when you lifted the blanket and pulled at it, to untuck it from your bottom, but the blanket wasn't really that tucked in so when you pulled you gave it too much muscle and the force caused your arm to fly up and you hit Harry in the chin.

"Ooomff!" He reached up and grabbed at his face and backed away from you.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry! Let me see!" You got onto your knees and pushed Harry back, as you leaned over him to assess the damage. You'd whacked him good, "Does it hurt? Do you need ice? I'm so sorry, Harry!"

Harry just laughed and grabbed your hips, flipping you down to the bed, tackling you over the pillows, and holding you down, his hands pinning your upper arms down as he straddled you. You squealed and laughed at the sudden move.

Then Harry released your arms and brought his fingers down over your ribs and started to tickle your sides. You squirmed and kicked as much as you could and tried pushing his weight off of you but Harry was heavy and strong. Always freakishly strong.

"Oh no! Does that tickle? What 'bout here? Right here?" He continued his fingers over your shirt-covered ribs when you realized, between blushing and laughing from being tickled, that you'd taken your bra off because you two were settling in to go to bed anyway. It was a bit of a habit to remove your bra before bed.

And the reason why you realized it was because Harry suddenly slowed his movements and you opened your eyes to look up at him and saw the way his eyes were taking in the braless tits, with hard nipples poking through the t-shirt on the girl he was just tickling and it had you embarrassed.

You pushed at him to make him move off and he did. Silently. He didn’t say anything about it, just moved back to his spot on the wall and fixed his eyes on the tv.

You felt your face heat up and wished you could just disappear. Sink into the blankets and never come back up. He was obviously grossed out by your braless breasts. You swallowed the lump down your throat and tried to ignore how it made you feel that he reacted the way he did. Obvious disgust. And now? He can’t even look at you.

You both stared at the tv screen in silence. You went over in your head how you should apologize to him but the longer the moment had passed the less it seemed to matter. The damage was done. You felt nauseated.

Harry had tickled you plenty of times. In fact, he tickled you just about any time you were alone together and joking around and even in front of Birdie a time or two. Though you could tell Birdie was not a fan of him tickling you based on the scowl you’d receive when Harry would finally peel himself away from you. You loved it when he touched you, though. It felt like the only time it was okay to let him put his hands all over you and even though you truly were very ticklish, it turned you on just having his digits digging into your ribs or your tummy. But you wouldn’t ever tell him that. And you realized that if you had a boyfriend you wouldn’t want him tickling another girl that way either.

His voice made you jump as you were caught in a state of self-loathing and disappointment while trying to push down the reaction your body automatically had after he touched you.

“Y’hear me?” His head was leaned back to the wall as he was looking at you.

“Oh. No, I didn’t. Sorry.” Another thing to apologize for.

“Said that maybe we shouldn’t tell Birdie I’m staying the night. She wouldn’t like it.”

You nodded. Of course not. Wouldn’t want your girlfriend to know you're staying the night with your dog of a best friend. You put your gaze back to the tv and tried to brush off your upset. It was no use.

And suddenly his hand was on your wrist and he was leaning forward to get your attention, “Hey. Look at me. Are you okay?”

You turned your face to look at his handsome one and just shrugged, “Yeah. I’m fine. Why?”

“Cause you got pretty quiet after I tickled you. Did I do something wrong?” He seemed sincerely concerned.

You looked down at the blanket over your lap, “No. of course, you didn’t. Just felt embarrassed.”

Harry’s hand at your wrist tightened a touch, “Can you please look at me?”

You lifted your head again to look at him.

“There. Now, why did you feel embarrassed?” His kind eyes were always so entrancing.

“Uh… well, because I forgot I took my bra off and that was… well, it’s gross. I’m sorry.” You tried looking back down at your lap but Harry shifted and moved his hand from your wrist to your chin and gently tipped your face toward him so you had to look at him.

“What’s gross? Nothing gross has happened here tonight. And you shouldn’t be embarrassed. S’just boobs," Harry laughed his words as he spoke.

You nodded but kept silent. Yeah, just boobs. Ugly ones attached to your ugly friend, nothing to get worked up over.

Harry kept his eyes on yours for a little longer than he normally would and you swear you saw him look down at your lips and then slowly back up to your eyes. It had you feeling warm and confused. There was a time you thought he liked you but then he asked Birdie out and she was everything you were not. You two couldn’t have been more opposite. And that was all you needed to know to see he probably never liked you like that.

But this look, this gaze had your heart racing. You'd seen it before.

“Pretty.” He said it in nearly a whisper. A quiet statement that might not have been meant for your ears but you heard him. And he was looking at you as he said it, more to himself than to you.

You stitched your brows together and shook your head. No, that's unlikely that he'd said that. You huffed a laugh and tried to turn your face away but Harry's hand kept a loose grip on your chin, turning you back to face him.

"You're pretty. Very. It's why I think we shouldn't tell Birdie. Because she thinks I like you," Harry's words had you utterly confused. You're pretty, he says, but also, he doesn't want Birdie to know... it didn't make sense what he was saying.

"Right. But of course, you don't like me like that. So..." you looked down, and moved your eyes off of his beautiful ones while he still held your chin.

"I do. But... we're friends and... I guess that makes this complicated," he released your chin and you turned your head away. You knew it was a lie. He was just trying to make you feel good. Soften the blow of why he would never choose you.

"That's okay. I get it, Harry," you swallowed the lump in your throat and blinked your tears back. You would not allow yourself to cry in front of him about this. It was silly.

Harry sighed and from your peripheral could see him lean back to the wall where he turned to face toward the TV.

It was silent like that for a bit. No words, no movements. You were feeling quite sad and confused, but mostly sad.

You don't know how long you two stared at the TV in silence. The dark room was lit up with the TV screen and the volume was low so as not to wake your parents.

"So that's it? I get nothing from you?" Harry spoke quietly. You turned to look at him as he kept his gaze on the TV. His jaw was clenched.

"What do you mean?" You were so confused about everything that he'd said. Now, this?

Harry slowly turned his head toward you and he looked upset. He had a frown line between his brows as he spoke, "I just told you that I liked you and that I think you're pretty. You gave me nothing. You never give me anything. I've been flirting with you and dropping hints for years. I get nothing from you but jokes and you just brush me off every time." He sounded mad.

You blinked in your confusion and frowned, "What? What do you mean? Dropping hints? Harry, you have a whole girlfriend who is my complete opposite. I don't understand what you mean."

Harry shook his head and kept a look of disdain over his features, "You're always acting so clueless. We flirt and you brush it off. Remember when we... you know, you saw me that night and we both... did that mean nothing?"

You huffed and scowled, "Obviously it did but then you went and asked Birdie to be your girlfriend the very next week. What was I supposed to do? Beg you to not go out with her?" You had raised your voice slightly.

Harry let out a scoff, "I wanted you to tell me you liked me, Y/n. You never said anything about it again after that. The next morning when I tried bringing it up you made some joke about it. How it was gross. So, yeah, I tried to move the fuck on with a girl who I know for sure likes me."

You thought back to that morning after. You felt like he was not serious when he brought it up. It seemed like he was joking about it himself so you went with that vibe and brushed him off. But now he was here he was mad about it somehow.

"I don't know what to think Harry. You're confusing me."

Harry shuffled on the bed and turned toward you, his face still set in a serious expression, "Okay. Fair enough. I guess I should just…” he sat for a moment as he looked at you, his jaw clenched, “I like you. I would have liked to have asked you to be my girlfriend. Not Birdie. Does that clear up your confusion?" He looked down at you with his brows raised before continuing, "But you never could tell me what you felt for me. Every single time I tried to talk to you about it you laughed it off. So what was I supposed to do?" Harry laughed and shifted again, "You always give me mixed signals, Y/n. I see the way you look at me, and sometimes the way you flirt with me is not just a friendly flirt. And that night when we masturbated together... well that was something. But you're too scared to let me like you so you pretend there's nothing here. So that's why I have a girlfriend who's not you."

You were stunned. You couldn't look him in the eyes or breathe or move. You had to be dreaming but you also knew you weren't. You felt ashamed and disappointed in yourself because he was right. He'd given you a lot more than you'd ever given him and now it was probably too late.

You returned your gaze to his and soften your features as you pushed your nerves down to tell him the truth once and for all, "I'm sorry. You're right. I..." you swallowed to wet your dry throat and felt your nerves bubble over as you pushed them down to finally spit it out, "I like you. I have for a long time. I just... I didn't think you really would like me that way."

Harry's stern expression with the frown line softened as you spoke but then he shook his head, "Fuck that. I have tried to show you. Don't put the blame on me here - saying I wouldn't like you like that. What's that mean? That's bullshit and you know it."

You licked your lips and nodded. It was bullshit. You were just a coward, "Sorry."

Harry sighed and groaned, "Stop. I don't want to hear sorry. Do you have feelings for me? As more than just friends, Y/n. I need to know. It feels like you do but you keep pushing me away. I just need to know so I know what to do here."

You smushed your face up in confusion again, "What to do?"

Harry laughed in frustration and shook his head, "Answer the question."

You both stared at one another, the proximity was causing you to ache again. He'd put his hair in a bun before you got into bed because his hair had gotten long and for some reason, you found him even more attractive than when he had it down. His cheekbones were gorgeous. His features were perfectly symmetrical and handsome. There was no way he'd actually be into you. But he just said he was. You had to tell him the truth.

"I do have feelings for you, Harry. Um... deep feelings and I have for a long time. I like you a lot," you looked down and took a deep breath. You don't know why it was so hard to say but now that you had you felt your entire body tingle with embarrassment.

Harry was silent for a bit. It had you worried. You'd already struggled to tell him that you liked him and now he was quiet. You looked up at his face and Harry had his lips pursed to the side in thought. His light green eyes were on your face.

"Is that what you wanted to hear? What? Now I've said it and that's it?" You crossed your arms over your chest and Harry rolled his eyes.

"God, you're so frustrating. I just wanted a moment to bask in the news you'd just given me. Wanted a moment to soak it in." His expression became playful, a lopsided grin took over his features, and his dimples appeared. You smiled back at him and looked down at your lap.

"You like me enough to be my girlfriend?" He raised his brows at you and tilted his chin upward.

You parted your lips, "Uh... yeah. But you already have a girlfriend so..." you narrowed your eyes at him.

Harry let out a breath in disbelief, "Shut up. You have to stop acting like you wouldn't jump my bones this very second if I asked you to," he smiled as he spoke and you shoved at his arm.

"Would not! Harry, you have a girlfriend. You know I'd never do that."

Harry chuckled, "But you would be my girlfriend if I broke up with Birdie?"

You felt like you'd pass out. Was this happening? Harry was the only guy you'd ever felt anything for and he was gorgeous, fun, and your best friend. And now he was asking you this? Your answer was automatic, "Yes."

Harry's grin widened as he lifted his bum and pulled his cell phone from his back pocket. You watched him pull up his messages and bring up Birdie's contact.

It was pretty late, nearing midnight. Birdie had known that you and Harry had gone to the amusement park together and you saw the messages from her that he'd not yet answered.

From Birdie: I thought you were coming over after?

From Birdie: Are you with her still?

Harry typed in his message quickly and hit send.

To Birdie: Yes. I'm with her. Sorry about doing this over text but it's late. I think we should break up. Have felt this way for a while. We'll talk about it tomorrow and I’ll explain.

You stared down at the phone as he locked the screen and put it face down on the bed.

Your heart was pounding in your chest when you looked up at Harry with new eyes. This all felt like a dream.

"There. I'm single now. Wanna go out with me, Y/n?" His smile was a bit cocky and you still had your mouth dropped open in surprise as you nodded.

"Okay. Yeah."

Harry wasted no time in leaning over you and cupping your face. He didn't press his lips to yours right away but you could feel his warm breath on your top lip. He smelled like mint and soap.

"Yeah? Are you serious? Because I don't just like you a little. I want you to be my girlfriend but this is more than that. You mean it?” Harry’s warm hands on your face felt dizzying.

You bit your lip to suppress the grin that was taking over and nodded, “I am. I’ve wanted that… this. I really like you, as more than a friend, Harry.”

Harry let out a sigh and closed his eyes before shifting to his knees, still with your face in his hands, his forehead to yours, “Fuck. Okay. Then I need you to understand me when I tell you this," Harry swallowed and you heard it and you felt his lips brush over yours briefly before he continued, "I'm in love with you, Y/n. I'm crazy about you."

Your lips were still parted. There was no part of you that didn't love every part of him and now he was here in your bed telling you he felt the same. It was insane how fast things changed from the moment you arrived at your bedroom until now.

"H... Harry... I love you too."

The moment the last word left your mouth his lips smoothed over yours in reckless haste. It was your first kiss with Harry, well like this because there had been the occasional peck of the cheek and forehead. But this kiss had your brain turned to putty. Your limbs were floating and your heart was bouncing around on the inside of your body. You lifted your arms to wrap around his neck and Harry moved his hands from your face down to your waist to pull you in close to him.

You’d kissed a handful of guys but none of them gave you butterflies the way this kiss did. None of those kisses filled your body with an ache and relieved the craving all at once. None of the kisses you’d had in the past felt like they’d change the course of your life like this one.

When his tongue pressed against yours you whimpered on accident, Harry broke from the kiss with a small laugh. His eyes were dark and his raspberry lips were wet and pinker than you’d ever seen them.

“God. So you’re my girlfriend? And you fucking love me?” Harry swallowed and let out a shaky breath as his chest rose and fell with a heavy breath, “I’ve just wanted you for so long. I feel like we’ve wasted so much time.”

Oh god did you want him too. For years. Everything about him was your ideal. You modeled every idea of a relationship after the friendship you had with him. You knew everything about one another and your feelings for him ran so deep that you felt it seep from the bottom of your feet and squish around with every move you made. Like stepping into the ocean and having your feet sink into the silky sand underneath. The kind that gets into your toenails and even after you’ve showered you find traces of it all over your clothes and your shoes and your floor. And then the night you saw his dick all those months back. You hadn’t stopped thinking about it. You’d only had a few quick boyfriends. One of them you had sex with but none of the guys you tried dating would come close to being like Harry.

You dropped your gaze to his crotch and noticed the sizeable bulge and you let out a laugh. It all felt so surreal.

Harry scoffed, “Looking down at the big guy? Do you want another peek at him so you can make a more informed decision as to whether you actually love me or not?” Harry’s words sputtered out in a laugh. He was always teasing like this. It felt like you two were back to normal but now there was a heavy blanket of sexual tension covering you both.

“Shut up! Do you think your dick is what made me love you?” You laughed and nudged at Harry but he grasped your wrist and kept you close. His smile had turned to something a little more seductive, the kind of smile you’d seen him give you before and you felt your tummy dip and soar. It was a smile that faded into something severe and tender. Like need and hunger.

“Probably. It’s what all the girls like me best for,” Harry chuckled and licked his lips. He was teasing obviously. Trying to be playful but you were reeling. You did want to see his dick again. You were already imagining what it might taste like in your mouth, what it would feel like inside of you…

“You’re so dumb,” you spoke with a smile and looked back down at the bulge and back up to him deciding to keep the moment light and teasing, “Okay. Yeah. Let’s see it again so I can decide if I want it near me or not,” you laughed and bit your lip as you looked at Harry. You both smiled and you watched as Harry bit his lip, mimicking your expression.

He kept his eyes on yours with his brows raised as if to say, challenge accepted. Harry was not one to shy away from showing his body. He was quite comfortable with himself. He’d walked around in front of you in boxers or naked (but covering his bits with a towel or a shirt) so many times you couldn’t count. He unbuttoned his pants and lifted his hips to drag them down his thighs. He paused for a moment, his eyes still on yours with a faint smile, head cocked to the side and brows still raised on his face as he pushed his boxers down and then took his t-shirt off swiftly, tossing it into the room. Some of his hair was pulled from the bun he had it in when he pulled his shirt off.

There it was. In all its glory once again. Long and thick and pink at the tip. Your breathing picked up and your head swirled in lust and you felt like you might pass out. But you wanted to touch him and you wanted him to touch you.

You lifted yourself to your knees and pulled your sweatpants down. You weren’t wearing panties but you knew where this was going. It was something you’d wanted for years. You decided that even if he didn’t want to have sex (which was highly unlikely) you’d be okay with that. But you wanted to have sex. The only time you’d ever done it was pretty okay. You liked it enough that you’d like to do it again, and you felt so close to Harry that you knew it would be better with him.

Harry’s gaze landed in between your thighs and his expression changed to something raw, carnivorous. His mouth parted and he couldn’t see your pussy but the view of your soft thighs and the way he knew you didn’t have a bra on under your thin t-shirt made him want to bite down on your smooth inner thighs.

When he reached for you to pull your body to his, you fumbled over his legs and he dragged you up to him where the bottoms of your thighs settled over the top of his, your legs straddling his hip as he leaned back. You pressed your lips to him and he put his hands on your sides. You both had no underwear on. If you moved up only a couple of inches your naked centers would come into contact.

Harry’s palms were gripping your sides keeping you in place. He wanted to bring you up to his dick and have you pressed to him, but he was holding back for your sake. He wasn’t sure if you wanted that or not, but you had taken your sweatpants off…

Harry’s mouth on yours, his tongue sweeping across your tongue, his strong hands holding your hips, the smell of his soap… it felt like everything you ever imagined. And you had imagined it. A lot. You often touched yourself thinking of the way his cock looked in his hand that night. In fact, ever since that night, you hadn’t masturbated to any other person. It had only been Harry from that day on. And now, you were sat in his lap with your warm centers so close you could feel the heat of it over your tummy.

You pushed at his shoulders and sat back to look at him. You wanted to pull your shirt off but there was a bit of you that was still feeling just a little shy. He couldn’t see that you didn’t have panties on yet. Once your shirt came off you’d be totally naked before him. He’d seen your pussy before, but that was in a moment of a sleep-filled lusty haze. There was no sleepiness to use as an excuse this time.

You brought your palms down over his chest and darted your eyes down to his cock. You licked your lips and looked back up at him. You knew he’d slept with three girls. He always told you about his sex life. He knew all about yours too. You hated that he’d been with other girls, far prettier than you thought of yourself.

But Harry hated that you’d been with anyone else as well. He wasn’t going to call himself a Casanova or anything but he knew he could be better with you than anyone else. Half the time he was with Birdie, he imagined it was you. He tried not thinking of you but anytime you two would hang out there was always flirting and teasing, and when he’d go to see Birdie after, if he had plans with her, he couldn’t get you off his mind and it was you he fantasized about.

When Harry began to grin at you because you were taking too long to make another move, which was true as you were just looking from his dick to his eyes, you laughed through your nose. It felt so silly to be shy around him, but at the same time, this was all new territory.

Harry started to laugh with you and then he softly pushed at you, making you fall to your back he kept his hands at your ribs and started tickling you to ease some of the tension because in all honesty, he was nervous too. You were laughing and kicking at him but Harry sat over your thighs keeping you from doing any damage and when he looked down that’s when he noticed your lack of panties. He paused his hands and softened them over your ribs, the pads of his fingers now faintly caressing your sides as he kept his eyes on your pussy. You watched his jaw go slack as he shamelessly inspected the way your thighs were pressed tightly together and how his cock was hanging right above you, it was beautiful, both of your naked bodies so near.

“Not wearing your knickers. That’s a surprise,” Harry smirked at you and brought his hands down to your bare hips and over your thighs and you watched as he swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing harshly.

He pushed himself to hover over you and brought a hand down to your left thigh to spread your legs. He settled in between your thighs and leaned down to kiss you again. But this time he was directly over your body and you could feel the weight of his warm dick lying over your tummy and you moaned and spread your legs further. You knew you were already slick. You usually became wet anytime you were around him for long enough.

Harry groaned and you felt him rock down over you, his thick shaft digging down into you. He continued kissing and licking at your mouth when he reared himself back just a little, placing his cock over your pussy. When he nudged down a little to feel how warm you were he realized you were wet and he easily slid upward.

“God… Y/n. Fuck…” Harry moaned, not stopping his hips from rocking down over you.

You both continued moving together and kissing for long moments. It was something you thought you could do for all eternity. Harry’s heavy cock felt so nice in between your folds and being dragged up and down over your clit.

You whimpered when you began to tingle a little. You felt a little surprised that you could come like this, but of course, you could. It was Harry.

Harry stilled his hips and backed away from the kiss. His pupils were blown out and his lips were pink and puffy, “You’re so wet for me. Bet I could just slip right inside like this,” and he pushed down, nudging at your clit for emphasis.

You nodded, “Yes. I think you could…” you licked your lips and watched Harry’s face closely. You were hungry for anything he was willing to give.

“Can I lick your kitty for a bit,” Harry grinned as he said it. You laughed and nodded.

You held your breath as Harry moved down your body and he put his arms under your thighs and pushed you down into the bed. He looked up at you, still with that smirk on his face, and just as you were about to shove him for being goofy he opened his mouth and brought his tongue out to swipe up your wet folds. You were effectively rendered speechless.

He kept humming and you’d hear, “Mmm…” as he licked through your labia and over your clit. His eyes stayed on you as he ate you out. You watched as his tongue worked around your clit slowly and then he’d draw it into his mouth with a slurping noise. When he pulled his face away a bit to look down at your pussy you watched strings of your arousal from his mouth down to your pussy. He licked his lips, breaking the drips of arousal off and swallowing it down.

He focused his attention on your cunt and moved an arm out from under your thigh to rub his fingers through your folds. You moaned softly at the sensation and the way you were feeling so vulnerable under his close examination.

Harry looked back up at you, his fingers still working your pussy slowly, “You taste so good and you look so pretty. This pussy is the best pussy I’ve ever had, and we haven’t even really started yet.”

You panted when he spoke. You hadn’t expected those words to come out of his mouth. It was sometimes hard to be serious around him but this was no laughing matter. You were so turned on it hurt. You loved everything about this.

Harry returned his mouth to your cunt and then gently eased a finger into your entrance. You dropped your mouth open and let out gasps and felt your simmering blood turn to a boil as he sucked you in and licked you up. His finger massaging at your walls with the low murmur of the TV on in the background.

You put your hands into his hair and this made it come mostly out of the bun he’d had it in. It didn’t matter. He didn’t stop what he was doing to you and you yanked on his hair as you swayed your hips over his mouth.

You had to keep quiet, though. You still lived with your parents and they were just downstairs asleep. It was a conscious effort to keep your moans at a very soft volume, but the way his mouth felt on you had you wanting to be loud.

Harry began to groan a bit and with his cock desperate to be rubbed on something he rocked into the comforter under him, keeping his mouth on your pussy. You looked down at his face and he had his eyes squeezed shut. You could tell he was trying to get relief with the way his hips were grinding down into the bed. You pushed at his forehead a bit and he lifted his face, his lips ghosting over your wet pussy.

“Harry? Um…” you swallowed your nerves down, “… do you want to have sex?” You wanted to have sex. You wanted to feel him inside of you.

Harry’s brows shot up and he pushed himself up and looked around the room and back to you with a nod, “I mean… yeah. Of course I do,” he spoke with a laugh as he pumped his cock a few times for relief. He was aching already. Having his mouth on you was doing him in.

You sat up and finally pulled your t-shirt off over your head and Harry’s eyes widened. He climbed over you, pushing you back down to the bed, and attached his mouth to your tit and lapped around your pebbled nipple as he squeezed the other one under his palm gently.

He looked up at you and shook his, “Fuck,” before going down to kiss and suckle at your other breast.

You laughed when he nipped at you and he raised his head again, his hair all strung out and messy, half up in his bun, “How do you look like this and I never… shit Y/n. You’re so pretty,” he pushed himself up with his face scrunched, “I think I could cry. Fuck…” he palmed at both of your tits for a few more moments, watching as he smushed them together and pushed at your nipples. He couldn’t believe he was getting to grope you after all these years.

When he looked back up at your face you were smiling gently. He smiled back at you, biting his lips into his mouth, the indents in his cheeks carving inward, “Do you have a condom?”

You nodded and sat up again. Harry moved back to give you space and you pulled a packet from your bedside drawer and tossed it to him.

It felt so crazy to watch him naked in your bed as he slid a condom over his dick. A condom that he was putting on and was meant to be used with you. You were both going to have sex. Together. You had goosebumps over your skin but you felt hot. You had imagined this scene in your mind over and over again and now it was really happening.

“Do you want to get on top? Or what do you want? I’m not going to be picky here. I’m gonna like anything you want,” Harry spoke with a low voice as he settled next to you, his hand smoothing up over your hip to your tummy.

“Mmm…” you considered. You weren’t super experienced and the one guy you’d slept with never made you come so you weren’t sure what you liked the most, “Maybe you can start on top, and then we can switch to try with me on top if we feel like it?”

Harry nodded and squeezed your sides with a big smile. He pulled your face back to his and kissed you a little, his palm softly massaging your breasts. And in a smooth transition, Harry moved your legs apart and put himself between your thighs. He rubbed the insides of your soft thighs and got a good look at your pussy again before grasping himself and dragging the condom-covered tip through your slick flesh.

“Okay. Are you ready? Do you need anything first?” He wanted this to be the best you’d ever had. He didn’t want to do anything wrong and he wanted to make sure that you were happy and well-pleased with him. He wanted to be a good lover.

“I’m ready. Just need you,” you nodded and spoke in a whisper as you watched Harry’s arm flex when he lined himself up to you and began to gently and slowly move past your entrance. You watched Harry, his eyes on yours as he entered you for the first time. It was a gorgeous little stretch and pull and you gasped with a smile on your face.

Harry returned your smile and paused for a second. He wanted to enjoy this with you. He planned on going slow and connecting with you the whole time.

“Okay? Feels okay?” He breathed his words out and you nodded with a grin.

He began to push himself in further before he slowly reared back and then plunged in again, coating the condom with your arousal. Each time he backed out a little and then pushed back into you he got a bit deeper.

His languid strokes were slow and smooth. You were both panting and it felt so good. It felt like it was meant to. You were so happy, so beyond excited about Harry wanting you that your brain was fuzzy with joy and love and all those gushy gooey feelings. Harry leaned over you as he continued fucking into you slowly. He pressed his lips to yours and you opened your mouth up right away, licking his tongue and pushing your lips together with hot open-mouthed kisses.

You were glad the TV was on. It helped to drown out the noise of your mattress squeaking and the small moans and whines coming from you two. You kept quiet but you knew that if Harry sped up at all things would naturally become louder.

You rocked your hips upward each time Harry rolled his hips down into you, giving your clit the friction it needed. Harry kept his mouth over yours as his cock slid inside of you, deeper and deeper until he was pushed into the hilt and he let out a bit of a louder groan when he felt you squeezing him tight.

He lifted his mouth and with a small laugh he spoke, “Thank fuck for the condom or I’d already have been coming. You feel really good,” his grin was sexy and you lowered your hands to his bottom and pulled him in closer to you. He kept his eyes on you as he thrust upward into you, keeping himself fully sheathed inside of you.

You bit your lip and breathed hard through your nose. He was deep. It felt so good, though, to be connected to him this way and you nodded, “It does feel really good. I can feel you so deep, Harry,” your words were panted out as Harry continued rolling his hips upward to push your insides apart.

When he began to pull out to his tip and then glide inward you could hear how wet things were down there. Harry was grunting and he felt his groin get wetter and wetter each time he got balls deep. Part of him wished he get even deeper, push even further into you, lodge his cock into your guts so far that you two could never be apart again.

His cadence increased a little and the wet sounds of your bodies patting together were now just as loud as the TV. Though the volume was low, it was still an obvious noise of sex.

Harry put his hands into your hair and cradled your head as he fucked you, looking into your eyes, “I love you so much, Y/n,” his words were shaky breaths and he snorted a little at the end which had you laughing but when he gave you one harsh thrust you yelped and grasped onto his back with your fingers. He didn’t mean to thrust into you so hard but you felt so good. He couldn’t wait to start having sex with you all the time. This was the first time, though, so he really did want to go slow and make it meaningful, make it last and last. But he just knew that he’d be railing you so deep and hard and making you scream the next time. The first time, however, he wanted to show you his feelings, give you all of himself with a slow, decadent fuck and he wanted to savor the way you felt in his arms and on his dick.

Your mind was reeling from how he felt inside of you, the way his body felt over yours, how he made you feel so pretty and so loved, “I love you too, Harry…” you moaned your words and felt yourself being gently rocked upward at each of his plunges.

Harry began to shake a little, he felt his balls tighten and he knew he was going to come soon. He stopped rocking his hips and breathed for a moment to calm down. He wanted you to come first.

“Wanna get on top and ride me?” Harry kissed your lips after he asked and you nodded into his lips.

He quickly pulled out and got onto his back as you climbed over him and sat up. You placed your palms over his chest and Harry put his hands on your outer thighs, loving the view of your tits and your stomach on view for him. He was over the moon. It was also a nice reprieve for him to have you switch positions so he could regain his composure and not come too fast.

Harry watched you as you grasped his cock, wetted hair at the base, and the condom smooth underhand. You would love to feel him without the condom. You’d heard things about the extra friction and heat that could be felt without a condom, but you were just happy to be getting his cock at all.

With one hand on his chest to stabilize yourself and your other one holding his shaft steady, you sink over him slowly and watch the tip slip in. Harry held your hips and watched as your pussy spread for his girth and he twitched as you lowered only an inch. Once you got his head past your entrance, you kept him shallow inside of your cunt as you placed both palms at his chest and moved slowly just over his tip, really feeling the way it opened you up, savoring the thickness of him.

Harry smiled at moved his gaze from where you were connected to your eyes, “Just gonna fuck tip? S’that feel good like that, Y/n?” His voice was deep and strained.

You loved how it felt in fact, “God, Harry… it just feels so good. Just wanna, go like this,” you said as you pushed down over him, getting only a tiny bit deeper before moving back upward so he was nearly all the way out, and then fucking down on his tip again, “for just a minute. It’s so thick.”

Harry closed his eyes at your words. He knew he was large. But hearing you say it while you were naked and your pussy was gripping at his head, the little sounds of your arousal being plunged into, the smell…

Soon, though, you wanted to feel him pushing your wet walls apart again. You wanted him moving your insides around and feeling how much he could stuff you full. You lowered down further until you were seated over his lap with his balls tucked securely under your bottom. You ground over him for a moment, rubbing your clit onto his pelvis.

Harry moved his hands from your waist to your round bottom and he hung on tight as you rode his cock, slicking yourself up and down, with your hips angled to keep your clit in contact with him. It sent electricity through your body when you had his length inside of you this way. It was deeper when you were on top and it ached inside of your body as you moved down over him. You couldn’t help but start tearing up just a little because it was everything you’d wanted for years.  

Harry was silent other than his own breathy grunts each time you moved down over him. He saw how you were getting a little emotional, but he was too. He pulled you down so he could press your lips together and he adjusted his hips and began to gently rock into you from his position. It was soft and slow still, but the springs in your mattress were squeaking in rhythm with his upward thrusts.

It was so intense, the way everything felt in your body, your heart was pounding and your mind was surging with thoughts of complete bliss to be loved in return by Harry. He loved you. He wanted you. His cock was pushing into your pussy and everything just felt so good. Your mouth and his mouth moved slowly, softly as you both moved your hips together.

When you suddenly felt the snap of your orgasm begin to pulse around your middle and the tingle started to spread from your tummy to your clit and then into your vagina, you knew it was going to wreck you. This wasn’t just going to be like the orgasms you achieve by rubbing at your clit quickly in bed each night. Harry's big dick was pressing into your g-spot with ease and the way he was moving into you meant you felt him inside of you and your orgasm was going come from inside of you as well.

Harry felt you begin to quiver and your mouth stopped moving on his when you began pulsing gently over his cock. He increased his speed of upward thrusts just a bit and the bed began to rock a little harder. The sound of wet skin making contact was in rhythm with the springs in your bed and you began to moan a little louder than you should have.

Harry knew you were coming when you began to shift over him faster and began to moan. He tried to put his mouth over yours to keep you quiet but you angled yourself away from him as you gasped and rocked your pussy over his cock, “Fuck, Harry! Holy shit!”

Harry laughed as you clenched his dick and your moans were so loud. He couldn’t stop you, though. And he just hoped your parents couldn’t hear you. You felt so good on him, coming and moaning and shaking in your orgasm.

Harry watched your face with your mouth dropped open and your tits bouncing as you used his cock for your pleasure. He threw his head back into the pillow and smiled as he gasped and spurted into the condom. He was in heaven, coming with you on him, your name falling from his mouth. He loved that his dick made you feel so good you lost control of yourself.

Harry panted and shut his eyes tight as he released his come, his orgasm finally giving him total relief.

You collapsed over him as you began to come down and breathed into his neck with a big smile on your face and a few tears on your cheeks. It was probably the happiest you’d ever been. All in one night Harry had admitted he liked you, then told you he loved you, then fucked you so good you cried. And now he was yours.

Harry rubbed over your back slowly and kissed your temple. He loved this moment. He knew there would be many more like this and it squeezed his heart just thinking of how you were his now.

You pushed yourself by your elbows and looked down at Harry and his disheveled hair. The band that held his bun in place was nowhere to be seen, his chest flushed with a big dimpled smile on his face.

“Harry…” you didn’t have anything in mind to tell him. You just wanted to say his name.

“Y/n…” he said to you as he pinched your bottom and you jumped but he held you down over him so you couldn’t move too far from him.

Everything felt so natural with Harry. So real and so fun and it just made sense now. You’d always been in love with him and he’d always felt the same for you.

You both smiled as you started to laugh again, “That was… the best. I’m gonna need to buy more condoms, though. Because we are doing that again.”

Harry nodded and breathed out a laugh, “Yeah? You wanna fuck me again, Y/n? S’that mean you like me?”

You shook your head and rolled your eyes and clenched down over his cock, squeezing him tight and Harry gasped. You waited for a moment before you responded but then with a smirk on your face and a hand at his temple brushing his hair back you said, “I fucking love you.”

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Are you safe with me

Warnings: Implied/referenced rape/non-con, sexual assault, angst and hurt/comfort, assault

Word count: 1.5 K

Pairing: Diana Prince (Wonder Woman) x Fem!Reader

Prompt: R has just suffered a trauma

Requests: OPEN

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Carefully, and trying to make it as unobvious as possible, I stretched out my arms, making my bones thunder, and carefully, I yawned, trying to get some oxygen to my poor, battered brain.

My boss had kept us in the conference room for what seemed like years.

More than three hours trying to find a solution to an extremely stupid problem, from which, it seemed, the magazine was hanging by a thread. It was extremely stupid.

Carefully, I looked at the watch on my wrist only to realise that it was already 11:30 PM.

"Does anyone have any solutions?" asked Jessica, the boss. Nobody answered, we were all extremely tired.

"Jessica, I don't think this is going anywhere," said Raquel, her right-hand woman, "We are extremely tired. We can sort this out tomorrow".

Jessica kept quiet, but watched us with a very unfriendly look on her face. She even stared at everyone's faces for a few seconds.

"It's OK. You can go."

Quicker than I would like to admit, I grabbed my things and left the office. I didn't even check my mobile phone or my work computer, I just turned it off, picked up my coat and went out into the streets of Paris.

Carefully, I ran down the stairs of the metro and climbed into the first carriage I came across, a few seconds before it closed its doors.

It was almost empty, only for a man and a woman with her baby. I carefully placed my bag in my arms, hugging her tightly and trying not to fall asleep.

"Hi cute" I looked up to see that the man was sitting next to me. I turned my head to notice that we were the only ones in the carriage.

"Sorry but…" I tried to get up from the seat, but his big hand stopped me. I sat back down.

"Why are you leaving, beauty?"

"Get away from me!" my right hand struck his cheek, but, apparently it only made him angrier.

"Well, princess, if you don't want to do it the easy way, you'll have to do it the hard way."

Out of nowhere, he pulled out a gun and pointed it at my head. I froze immediately and just raised my arms.

"Give me your phone and your wallet"

With a trembling hand, I took both things out of my bag and handed them to him. He quickly stuffed it into his sweatshirt pocket, but he never stopped pointing it at me.

"Good, beautiful. I like obedient girls. Now on your knees."

Without even thinking about it, I fell to my knees, feeling my stockings tearing on the scratchy floor.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see him start to undo the belt of his jeans.

"You're hungry for a fat cock, aren't you, gorgeous?" I could tell as he dropped his trousers until they covered his shoes. "Are you going to suck my cock?"

Before either of us knew it, the metro had reached the next station, so he pulled his trousers back up and forced me to stand up.

Thankfully, the station was one of the most used by tourists, so, despite it being almost 12:00 P.M. the carriage began to fill up quickly, so I took that opportunity to get off the carriage and run to the outside of the station.

With bated breath and a sense of dread, I approached a restaurant, asking a waiter if he could spare a couple of coins to call someone.

Maybe I looked really bad, because he didn't give me the coins, he just passed me to the kitchen and told me I could call whoever I wanted.

With trembling hands, I dialled the number I knew by heart.

"Hello?" Her voice was hoarse. She was asleep. Shit.

"Diana?"

"T/N, My love, is that you?"

I felt my eyes fill with tears again.

"Are you OK, why are you calling me from an unknown phone?"

Evade.

"Can you come and get me?"

"Oh, sure baby, are you at work?"

"No"

"Where are you?"

I broke away from the phone to see where I was. It was only then that

I realised where I was standing.

"Do you remember the restaurant from our first date?"

"Yes"

"Here I am"

"Okay, I'll be there in 5 minutes. Are you sure you're okay, T/N?"

I made a sound of denial.

"Can you hurry up… please?"

"Sure, baby. I'll be right there."

And she hung up.

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Before I knew it, two toned arms embraced me tightly, as that sweet scent wafted into my lungs.

"I'm here".

Before she could say another word, I quickly pounced on her, hugging her torso and hiding my face in her chest.

Only then could I start to cry.

Diana like the good girlfriend she is, simply let me cry and began to rub soothing circles on my back and start a light cooing.

When I calmed down, I simply lifted my face and looked her in the eye.

Just looking into her beautiful eyes made me feel at peace.

"Can we go?"

"Sure"

With his right hand on my lower back, he guided me to the car Bruce had lent her, but not before thanking the staff.

If he had come by car and arrived in 5 minutes, that meant that he might have broken more than three traffic laws.

She opened the passenger door and made me sit down, even put my seatbelt on, closed the door and ran into the car.

She quickly began to drive,

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" she asked in her soft voice.

"Can we talk about it later?"

"We can talk about it anytime you want, baby, I just want you to be okay."

She gave me a smile as he took her right hand out of my hand and kissed the back of mine.

"Thank you. I love you."

"I love you"

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I thought I would fall asleep on the way home, but no matter how sleepy and tired my body was, it was impossible for me to close my eyes for more than a few seconds.

So, I had no choice but to look out of the window and make Diana believe that I had fallen asleep. Until we reached our home.

Diana turned off the car, causing the soothing music on the radio to stop playing, leaving an uncomfortable silence.

"I know you're awake T/N"

But she didn't say anything else, she just got out of the car and opened my door, raising her hand. I took it and we both went into the house.

Once in the house, I went upstairs and into the bathroom. I quickly removed my smeared make-up and went into the bath.

I washed my hair about three times and scrubbed my arms, legs and face with enormous force. I even hurt my thighs a bit.

I left the bathroom to put on some panties and one of Diana's few casual T-shirts.

I put a towel over my head and lay down.

Minutes later, Diana arrived and lay down next to me, hugging me from behind, pressing little kisses on the back of my neck.

"I was assaulted"

The kissing stopped abruptly and I felt her get up.

"What?"

"I was mugged in the underground. The man had a gun" I began to sob "and he almost raped me, Diana".

The brunette didn't hesitate for two seconds to hug me tightly, letting me cry as much as I wanted, but when I pulled away from her chest, I noticed that she was crying too.

"Why are you crying?"

"This wouldn't have happened if I had been with you."

I took her face in my hands and forced her to look at me.

"No, my love. Neither of us is to blame for this."

We both hugged each other for a long time. Trying to soothe each other with Diana's body heat. It was a great advantage of dating a goddess.

"I'm going to kill him"

She tried to get up quickly, but my arms prevented her from doing so.

"No, not today. Now I just want you to hold me" I hugged her burying my face in her neck. "Please, I just need my girlfriend."

"Here I am, sweet girl. I'll always be here for you" I constantly kiss my head "You'll always be safe with me"

"I know, I always feel safe with you."

"What did they steal from you?"

"My mobile phone and my wallet"

"The one you just bought?" I just nodded, feeling the tears of anger start to roll down my cheeks. "Oh baby, I'm so sorry."

After another moment of silence, of her hand trying to reassure me and her lips kissing my temple and my hands playing with the zip of her sweatshirt.

"I love you, and believe me, I'll be sure to cut off his testicles."

"I know, I know your word is fact."

"Just like my love"

"Just like mine" I kissed her nose.

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[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM BACK TO THE FUTURE *  assorted dialogue from the 1985 film, adjust as necessary

hey, [name]? hello, anybody home?

thank god i found you.

what's going on? where have you been all week?

y'know, this time it wasn't my fault.

you got a real attitude problem, [name].

why even bother? you haven't got a chance.

yeah, well. history is gonna change.

one rejection isn't the end of the world.

if you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything.

i'll call you tonight.

what are you looking at, butthead?

say hi to your mom for me.

do you have any idea how important this was? do you have any clue?

we're gonna have to eat this cake by ourselves.

we all make mistakes in life.

you didn't fall asleep, did you?

welcome to my latest experiment!

all of your questions will be answered.

when this baby hits eighty-eight miles per hour, you're gonna see some serious shit.

where the hell are they?

i don't get what happened.

things have certainly changed around here.

oh my god, they found me. i don't know how but they found me.

run for it, [name]!

this has gotta be a dream.

i just wanna use the phone.

you wouldn't want that to happen, would you?

i don't wanna see you in here again.

i'm gonna make something out of myself.

you've been asleep for almost nine hours.

do you mind if i sit here?

that's a big bruise you have there.

what were you doing in the middle of the street?

i think you should spend the night.

i don't wanna know your name. i don't wanna know anything about you.

i'm sorry, but i'm afraid you're stuck here.

maybe you were adopted.

what have you been doing all day?

nothing's coming to mind.

i'm writing this down. this is good stuff.

hey, don't i know you from somewhere?

i'm your density. i mean... i'm your destiny.

i'm gonna get that son-of-a-bitch.

how did you know i was here?

i think a man should be strong... so he could stand up for himself and protect the woman he loves.

i never picked a fight in my entire life.

i'm really gonna miss you, [name].

you got a permit for that?

you might regret it later in life.

you're beginning to sound just like my mother.

leave her alone, you bastard.

this is for all you lovers out there.

will we ever see you again?

i have to tell you about the future!

i figured... what the hell.

look me up when you get there.

i can't keep up with all your boyfriends.

i think we need a rematch.

why am i always the last one to know about these things?

like i always told you, if you put your mind to it you can accomplish anything.

you're acting like you haven't seen me in a week.

roads? where we're going, we don't need roads.

[erikahenningsen]

🎲🎲🎲 !!!!!!

8. A platonic kiss (spoiler alert: it isn't)

"Can I ask you something?"

Regina looks up from her history textbook, pen paused in the middle of writing the word reformation. She's seated on Cady's bed, notebook in her lap.

She's been spending more and more of her afternoons in Cady's room, doing homework in companionable silence. It's the only way Cady's mom lets her hang out with friends until she brings her calculus grade back up. Strangely, Regina finds she'd rather be here, studying for her AP exam, than walking around the mall or teaching Gretchen how to Dutch braid her hair.

If she spends half the time staring at Cady out of the corner of her eye, heart beating a little faster every time she does that cute nose scrunch thing when she's on a particularly difficult problem, that's nobody's business but her own.

"What's up?" Regina asks.

"What's it like kissing Aaron?" Cady asks.

The m in reformation turns into a jagged line down Regina's notebook page. She stares at Cady, certain she's heard wrong. "What?"

"You've kissed him. I've seen you do it," Cady says, as if that's where the confusion is coming from. "What's it like?"

"Why are you asking me this?" Regina says, feeling her cheeks warm. She's not sure why she's blushing; she isn't the one asking ridiculous questions here. "Haven't you kissed him?"

Cady shakes her head. "I've never kissed anyone," she admits quietly.

"Okay, so..." Regina says. "Then kiss your boyfriend?"

Cady lets out an annoyed huff. "But I can't! He's used to kissing you." Cady throws her arm out towards Regina and Regina isn't sure if she should be offended. "And you're good at that stuff." She pauses. "I mean, you are, right?"

"Uh," Regina says dumbly.

"And what if I'm bad at it?" Cady continues, more softly.

Regina shrugs. "Who cares?"

"I care!" Cady says. "There have been a few times where I could tell he was about to kiss me and I just freaked out and made up some excuse."

"Cady, what do you want me to do about it?" Regina asks, a little desperately. This conversation is bringing up all of her fantasies about kissing Cady, the ones she only allows herself to think about late at night when she's trying to fall asleep—definitely not in Cady's bedroom with her sitting right there.

Cady takes a deep breath. "Will you kiss me?"

Regina's pen falls from her slackened grip, bouncing off the bed and clattering to the floor. She opens her mouth, then closes it again, then opens it and manages to force out a "huh?"

"Please?" Cady asks. "You know what he likes. It's perfect."

It isn't perfect. It's objectively a bad idea. Her crush on Cady almost burned down the entire school, and they hadn't really ever even hugged.

"And we're friends," Cady adds, "so it wouldn't be weird, right?"

Friends. Friends! Regina's brain grabs onto the word. She can do this, as a friendly favor to Cady. Nothing more. It's a win-win, really—Cady gets some experience and Regina can finally get whatever this fixation on Cady is out of her system.

Before she can really think it through, Regina finds herself nodding. "Yeah," she says, her voice cracking. She clears her throat. "Right. Sure."

Cady's face lights up. "Oh my gosh, thanks!"

They stare at each other for a moment.

"Well, come here," Regina says. She draws the line at climbing into Cady's lap in her little desk chair.

Cady stands immediately, seeming to forget the calculator in her lap, which hits the rug with a thud. She comes and sits next to Regina on the bed and angles her body to face her, their faces a few inches apart.

Regina suddenly feels nervous. She's never been nervous about kissing someone before—but those were just boys. They didn't matter. She has to make this good for Cady, so Cady will want to kiss her again.

Regina catches the thought and buries it. So Cady can kiss Aaron, she corrects herself.

"Um, here," Regina murmurs, scooting a bit closer and lifting one of Cady's hands to her shoulder. It feels cool against her overheated skin.

"Okay," Cady whispers, and Regina can feel it against her lips in a way that makes her shiver. She puts a hand on the back of Cady's neck, takes a deep breath, and leans in.

Cady's lips are cool and dry but soft, and Regina has to focus on not immediately pressing Cady into the mattress. She applies just a hint of pressure, not much more than a meaningful press of lips. Cady inhales sharply but doesn't move.

Regina pulls back a bit. "Cady, you have to work with me here," she says, her voice only shaking a little.

"Oh, uh, okay," Cady says, seeming confused.

Before she can think about it, Regina reaches a hand up to Cady's lips and parts them just slightly. "Now tilt your head a bit," she says, and when Cady does, she leans in again.

This time, Regina's lips slot between Cady's, catching Cady's top lip in between both of hers. This time, Cady's mouth moves with hers, tentative at first, clumsy, but it sends something hot and electric down Regina's spine.

Emboldened, Regina presses closer, fingers flexing against the back of Cady's neck, and Cady responds with a soft sound that Regina knows will never stop playing in her brain, even on her deathbed.

Regina pulls back a little, her lips sliding over Cady's now tacky with spit and Regina's lip gloss, adjusts the angle of her head. Without thinking, she grips Cady's upper thigh with her other hand, and Cady arches into her. Heat burns through Regina's body, blooming in her chest and spreading down to pool below her stomach, and alarm bells start going off in her head.

Regina pulls back more suddenly than she means to, and Cady falls into her a little before she catches herself. Cady is breathing hard, her pupils dilated, her lips reddened. Regina desperately wishes she could delete the last five minutes from her brain because she has no idea how she's going to be able to think about anything else for the rest of her life, and she has her AP European History exam in two weeks.

"Wow," Cady says, a little breathlessly. She runs a hand through her hair. "I see why Aaron liked kissing you. Thanks." She laughs a little, even though she's just said the least funny and most destructive thing for Regina's sanity she could possibly say.

"No problem," Regina says, her voice faint. "What are friends for?"

Cady smiles at her. Regina smiles back, reflexively.

Well, shit.

[ravenwitch45]

omg hey i actually loved your crimson x reader stuff so much and your such a talented writer, could you do some of crimson cheering up a sad reader please?

Crimson cheering up a sad reader

This Bitch has no fucking idea what he's doing.

Flirting? Yeah. Seduction? Well his late wife was a gem so he certainly did something to get her into him that wasn't kindness. Consoling? He is fucking clueless.

He wanted to surprise you by stopping by your apartment, but before he even get the key you gave him in the lock, he hears crying and panics, kicking the door open and see you sobbing on the couch, though the surprise of him breaking in making you stop momentarilly.

He rushes up to you, looking you over for any wounds, finding none, he asks what happens but you stammer through your tears, and he repeats the question way harsher then he means and you just cry more at the yelling making him back off.

He apoligizes awkwardly but you remain silent, just nodding in acceptance, and he sighs covering his mouth in thought. He has no idea how to fix a problem he can't shoot or bribe away so it takes a little for him to think up what to do.

He thinks back to his last relationship, before he got rid of her, he used to cook up a meal himself as an apology to his late wife if she was upset about something or other, and it worked, at least for a little.

He tells you to stay right there but to yell if you need him. Getting a nod in response before he leaves for the kitchen. He checks the fridge and pantry and resists letting his anger boil over. He has the tools to make something he knows but barely any of the ingredients and he's way too snobby to know how to work a microwave.

He pulls out his phone with a sigh and texts Chaz to get the stuff he needs, giving the address and ordering him not to ask questions, not wanting to hear about this at work.

In the mean time he comes back and asks to hold you if you'd like that, and you somberly scoot over to him and hugs you on the couch, softly grazing his fingers over your upper body, you melting into the embrace.

He almost falls asleep with you there, before a whistle stirs him looking up to the still open door where a very smug Chaz stands holding several grocery bags.

Teasing a little at the very cute position he just found his 'tough as nails boss' Crimson giving a look saying "Not a word" before he wakes you up so he can start cooking.

He let's Chaz stay to keep you company while he works, taking the bags and deciding on something that won't take hours to make. Settling on Cheese Raviloli with Alfredo, it's not much by his standards but the further he's back here the more he thinks leaving you with Chaz was a bad idea.

When it's done he comes back to see the both of you watching stuff on Chaz's phone, which makes him howl in laughter, and you chuckle much more modestly, spotting the smile he's glad to see again at the very least.

When he presents the meal he's made, quick to deny that he didn't have to do this, saying he's happy to do this for you, since you clearly needed it, earning a warm smile from your face, mirroring it back to you.

Chaz departs to give you two some privacy with some of the meal as thanks, as you two sit down to eat together. the warm sauce warming your somewhat sore throat quickly and Crimson holds back a snort at the muffled moan you give at the pleasant sensation.

You thoroughly enjoy the meal, thanking him profusely for the gesture, and apologizing to him for letting him see you like that, explaining it was just a lot of stuff that built up and exploded emotionally.

He waves it off and says you shouldn't be sorry, even if he sucks at emotions these days, that's from training himself to do it from a lifetime of mob work, he at least get's that you don't have that training and it's understandable, making sure to note either way he's gonna be here for you. You unable to not smile at that.

After cleaning up dinner, you two retire to bed together, Crimson notes the smile on your face as sleep claims you, maybe he knows what he's doing after all. A little bit.

Whew! Sorry for that long one but I just had an idea and let it flow out, hope you enjoyed it either way! I think I have a pretty concrete way I like to write this guy by now XP

[slashingdisneypasta]

Inkubus x Reader || Drabble

Plot: On childhood things and how you leave them and they never get an explanation- but they never change and they're always there if you ever need them again.

'We did it before, you and I. Remember. We ran away.' - Bash, Reign.

Warnings: Angst. Unedited.

Tagging: @marinerainbow , @masqueradeball , @slxsherwriter and @your-mxnd-is-mxne .

Its been a long time since you saw Inkubus, and yet you're not surprised to see him now in the darkness of your backyard.

You don't startle, you don't even lift your face off of the heels of your hands. You're too tired... too worried, about tomorrow. Thats probably why he's here, you figure. Has some two-cense to offer about your decisions.

You roll your eyes at the thought, because it sounds just right, but offer a little smile in greeting when he approaches; standing right in front of you in the buzzing yellow glow of your porch light. From your position sitting on a step, you finally lift your head out of your hands and sigh, straightening up to look up and see his face. He's still the same as before, you note, feeling pleased that even a small part of your life hasn't changed in all this time. Its been 10 years and you've got grey hair's, now. You work somewhere new, you live somewhere new, your friends are mostly moved away or disappeared, you wardrobe is almost all swapped out for something new except one or two bed shirts that used to be your favourites, even your hair's going grey... but he's the same, at least. Thats nice.

"Hi."

"Hello, darling." He grins, genuinely pleased to see you too even after all this time.

As he sits down next to you, the black of his coat catching the porch light and turning gold under your gentle eyes. "... to what do I owe this visit, old friend?"

"Oh, I just missed you... cant I just visit because I want to see you??"

"Sure... " A mischievous grin slips across your mouth, and you side eye him. "But you don't do that."

"Well... " A matching smirk crawls slowly across his own mouth, eyes dancing like hellfire. "I might have heard this is your final night as a free woman," Uhuh, the corners of your lips ache to spread open wider, just as you thought... "Isn't that right?"

"Yep." You straighten your back up, nodding with pride. "Finally found someone who wants me- isn't that something?"

Inkubus sets you with a stern look. "Finding someone who wants you was never your problem, Y/N."

At that, you slouch a little bit. "... I guess."

You remember back 10 years ago, the last time you saw him. When the two of you were more then Something, like now. More then two people who knew each other (Or used to know each other). when you met you were 26, lonely and bored; just going through the motions with life.

... thinking back on that time in your life makes you feel sad even now. When you have the perfect person asleep in your bed inside, who never lets you fall into a slump, and encourages you and is- just- ... so comfortable... Because back then you had no one. You spent your days going to work, picturing trips you might research when you got home, then having dinner and going straight to bed because the day was so tiring. You didn't have drive, excitement or interest in your life. It was... miserable.

... Well, Inkubus changed all that didn't he?

Suddenly your life was a mess and for a while it was amazing; Just what you needed. Excitement and fun and a little danger (Or a lot, really).

-But in the end thats not what you needed.

You sake your head of those memories, because if you delve in too deeply you'll miss it, and with him right next to you, who know's what you'll do.

And you're not 26 and alone, anymore. You cant take off with Inkubus, again. You cant run away.

Its high time you put away your childish things.

You imagine Wendy Darling putting away her Peter stories and growing up, Dorothy kissing the Scarecrow good-bye, Alice drinking the jabberwocky blood and going home- because that was the right thing to do.

And then you glance at Inkubus.

"... Oh well, you know why I had to leave." You shrug, dismissively- but then glance across at him, to make absolutely certain. He does, doesn't he? When he gives nothing away, just looks out into the darkness of your silent, still yard at night, you feel concerned that he doesn't. "... right?"

"... I've developed a few theories over the years." He tells you, a gentle grin flickering across his wolf-mouth and sharp devil's eyes.

You don't know what to say. You just sit there with your lips parted. He doesn't know???

"I- "

"Love... " He cuts you off. "Leave it." There's a growl in his voice, but you don't leave it. You love him deeply, and you don't want him in the dark and the dust. So you open your mouth again, to explain how you were finally okay on your own and it was a l l thanks to him, he reaches over into your lap and squeezes one of your hands tight. A silent shut up. "Don't."

"Are you sure??... " You ask, eyes round and unsure.

"I didn't come here to open up old wounds, love."

Taking a deep breath, you stifle your urge to explain anyway; swallow it all down with a lump in your throat and take a deep breath. Carefully, you gather his hand in both of yours. "... why did you come?" You ask, almost conversationally. Even though your heart is feeling delicate. Because thats what he wants.

"... " After a moment a rueful grin spreads across his face again. "Well perhaps I wanted to see if you wanted to run away the night before your wedding."

"Oh, sure." You roll your eyes at the ridiculous suggestion, almost laughing all of a sudden. Tears fill up your eyes suddenly at the quick change of tone, but you immediately wipe them away and forget they happened at all. Sniffing, you nod. "Where to then??"

"Aw... you sarcasm wounds~ We did it before, you and I. Remember? We ran away." He flashes you a wicked grin thats just for you. It still makes your nerves light up like a casino sign in the dark. "Didnt we?"

"Yeah. We did." One last time, you let the memories slip through. How you didn't even call work that day, you just packed a suitcase. And how it didn't even matter to you where you ended up or how you got there, just that you were free all of a sudden and he kept kissing you. "How could I forget?"

"Hmmm... " He hums, sounding sneaky and mischievous. "Especially nights in the hotel room's, right?~

... I don't suppose you'd leave with me, again?"

"I'd love to... but no."

He sighs, before giving you a kiss on the head. "... No hard feelings, love."

[chiscaralight]

caelus content drought is crazy..... i think he's a huge freak #tbh. the kind who's an open-minded switch, but he also gets most of his ideas from watching hentai like the weirdo he is. curious to see how you'll write him

nsfw caelus x trailblazer!reader (youre just on the express with them), thigh fucking, orgasm denial, overstimulation, this made me so happy to write lol there wasn't anything over freaky but this is a topic id definitely touch on again later. its soft!perv!caelus hours

i feel like both caelus and stelle are big sexual weirdos. and you're deffo right that he gets most of his ideas from hentai. but let's not forget badly acted porn too. so what do you get when you mix those two with a big dick and a very determined caelus? a problem.

it's such a problem for you! because when everyone else is asleep on the express and you hear those three soft knocks on your door, you know you're in for a messy night.

i'm a strong believer that he's a thigh enthusiast. so now you're standing in front of him as he sits on your bed, a sleazy smile on his face before he's pushing the tip of his cock between your thighs. you gasp as his precum drags against your inner, but he doesn't give you time to get used to it! he's almost treating you like a fucktoy, dragging your hips back and forth, between your tits in his face and the sensation around his cock, he's cumming fast and hard. your thighs are sore and you can't come up with a good reason as to why you're sitting like boothill today.

and when you're fed up with his teasing touching and texting you lewd things,(plus the dick pick he sent when you were having a conversation with march), you decide you can't let him run free. you're almost smothering him with your cunt, legs hanging over his shoulders as he eats you out kneeling down. you've cum twice and you're just the slightest bit overstimulated, but you're ready to sit here for another hour to prove your point. when he pulls back to ask you if he can come now, lips swollen and eyes pleading, you tell him to shut up and shove your pussy right back in his face.

when he's in you, his grip is tight and his pace is harsh. you're almost completely at his mercy like this. you're trying to close your eyes, but his hand is quick to lightly slap at your face before closing around your neck. i say 'almost' at his mercy though because by the time his orgasm starts to approach, the tables begin to turn and now he's the whiny mess. the first 'please' falls from his lips, followed by another, then another. now he's begging for you to let him cum, to let him breed you fully. you're fisting his grey locks in your hand and smashing his lips to yours as he spasms through his orgasm even though you never gave him the go-ahead. you'll overlook it just this time.

and even though he pisses you off a lot, he's still the same sweetheart that will cradle your face so gently right after and ask if you're okay. he'll make sure you're all clean and bundled up before messily putting his clothes back on to make his way back to his room. and if you happen to stop him right before he shuts the door behind him and say you want him to stay the night, best believe he's basically flying into the bed again, regardless of who saw him almost just leave. he's snuggling under the covers and pushing you away like this is his space. when you protest, he laughs and wraps his arms around you. you're not stupid though, you can feel his knee starting to slide between your legs.

[stoptellinglieslois]

The final Act of love fair Act 41

Vampire fanfiction Clark Kent human x Richard Grayson vampire no capes or tights but fangs and might.

Clark pov

I threw the tupperwear full of cookies in the trash can and I decided to act fast on leaving the village. "How will you leave in the middle of the day with Master Richard I can't guarantee anything he may burn up in his coffin." Alfred warned me.

I lost my appetite we needed to leave now this village was no longer our place to start anew.

I moved around the house and started for the stairs ending up in my room taking out my suitcase and packing everything in sight. Alfred following behind me. "How will you leave Master Clark without any of these creatures knowing your departure they have been spying on you since you got here maybe even before you got here. I can try my best to do a vanishing spell." Alfred thought about looking away from me. As he was talking I was putting things together to leave this place with Richard.

"Alfred should I confront her at the pub She may be a good person and does not want to harm us."

"Or maybe she could not be on your side Master Clark we could never be too sure."

"I have this." And I showed him my ring of Zeus.

"So Master Richard gave the Christmas gift he got so many moons ago. That thing is potent and tricky I am not sure it will work for a problem such as this but if you are confident enough to use it then fine." He seemed so rushed like he is thinking on his feet that whatever happened moments ago when Donna visit started to push me out of here.

"I would advise you when you leave we leave together I need to be there with you." Alfred warned.

Later on that evening.

Alfred drove us to the pub and the weather was oddly nice out today. I would hope whatever I came up with at the house with Alfred would come to pass here.

We are almost there so many people are circulating this late in the afternoon. the sun is descending but not fast enough for Richard we put him in the back of the blue van.

"I don't like that there are a lot of people out today like this."

"It's usually quiet out here not a lot of trafficking."

"Let's go in." The pub was full this afternoon I didn't like what I was feeling either when me and Alfred stepped in the whole pub went quiet.

We moved to the bar and sat where the barkeep was. The whole bar watched us as we sat there. "All he wants is to talk to you young Clark." Theresa the girl we saw that works at the small store stood up and announced it to the whole pub.

The fact that she knew the drama was all the more why I couldn't come here in the first place this was a trap and I was stuck here and dragging poor Alfred along with me.

I got up and so did Alfred Donna came out of the door to the one beside the bar. "I don't want any trouble boys I mean you no harm." She was trying to make peace as she approached us.

We backed away from her. "Donna I should have known you were spying for him." I told her I was betrayed in so many levels but I needed to get out of here.

I needed to get to Richard and drive off I was surrounded though that's when Alfred made everyone fall asleep with a strange powder. "Cover your nose and let's go." All in the pub fell asleep if they were standing they fell to their feet if they were sitting down their heads fell on the table asleep.

We ran out and that's when the worst thing I witnessed happened right in front of me, Vampires they were burning smoke coming off of them but they are taking my Richard the casket had light smoke coming out of it.

I ran towards them trying to take Richard but two vampires coming out of nowhere also started burning up fire and smoke coming out of all ends of them.

What could I do I mean I had no other idea how to help him one of them pushed me on the cold ground.

I tried getting up and the vampire stepped on my chest heavy footed.

That's when a huge werewolf attacked the vampire whose foot was on my chest and got toppled on the floor.

As i looked around there were werewolves directed towards the vampires. I ran to the casket that is still smoking and the sun didn't go down just yet.

I dragged the casket to the van desperately on the floor and a vampire came out of no where blocking my path.

It's Thor I am in electric shock of seeing him, Around my leg, a big black wolf nudged my leg and the wolves gathering around him it is a distraction, It is for me to move now and quickly.

I dragged the casket onto the van it is heavy as hell but I made it to the back of the van and I shut the back doors of the van.

As the werewolves surround Thor he is watching me despite him being surrounded with wolves. Watching me wasn't enraged or anything just watched me I wasn't sure about that at all about that look.

A big black wolf made himself known in front of me he growled at me I needed to move and now. The wolf persuaded me rounding the van I didn't run I just slowly walked around opened the van door and entered by the passenger door as the wolf howled loud and proud.

I was scared out of my mind from the howl he was the only one howling. and I thought to myself this is Bruce I've seen him before.

"Let's leave here we don't need to be in this heat and I don't want Thor following us." Alfred announced out of nowhere on the driver side starting the engine.

I was hypnotised by Bruce as he watched me fiercely we rolled out of there slowly as I watched a sea of wolves surrounding the pub.

Bruce the wolf followed the van running after it and howling.

The sun went down and the moon rose and the casket came to life once more.

The end

Thank you for reading Love fair

[nothingkillsyoulikeyourmind105]

Betrayal

Chapter 6

Warning: Mentions of Death, Violence,Depression, Suicide, Breaking Up, Torture, Blood, Miscarriage.

Master List Betrayal Series

BuckyxFem!OFC EddieBrockxFem!OFC

Recap

Audrey rescued by the Avengers. She couldn’t face Bucky not now or ever. He left her when she needed him the most. On the way back in the Quinjet she thought more about her father. The encouragement he gave her was all she ever needed. But now life is much harder with him gone.

But with Bucky at her side things almost seemed perfect. So yeah they had a few bumps here and there they always resolved their issues together. But this time it he messed up. Not willing to face Audrey he walked away from her.

Present

Audrey sat in the Quinjet thinking about everything that had happened. Lost in her thoughts.

Wanda watched from a distance. She eventually started a conversation with Audrey Telepathically.

“Hello Audrey my name is Wanda is it okay if we talk awhile.”

“Yes, Wanda”

“Born a mutant right?” Wanda asks

“Yeah, both of my parents normal. My mom left when I was 5. My dad raised me on his own. He was my best friend.” Audrey sighs looking down.

“I’m sorry for your lost. I lost my parents and my brother too.” Wanda says in a sad tone

“I’m sorry. I know that pain all to well.” Audrey quickly wipes her stray tears away.

“Its hard but I’m taking it day by day” Wanda looks down.

“You don’t have to hide, I’ve seen your true form Audrey.” Wanda says sympathetically.

“I’ve done it for so long I’ve gotten use to it. It comforts me knowing I can be almost normal guess.” Audrey chuckles.

“I know how you feel being different and all. We’re all different in our own ways. We all have scars and stories behind them.” Wanda says with a smile.

“Yeah…”

“Are you gonna stay awhile with us at the tower.”

“No, I’m sorry its……it’s complicated”

“Is it Bucky, I’m sorry if you don’t want to talk about it.”

“Yes it is. I’m sure Sam or Steve told you guys by now. James infidelity.”

“Sam told us. I’m sorry you went through that. Why didn’t you share with us that you were a mutant.”

“I didn’t feel like I could trust anyone with my secret. And I put up a barrier around myself from being detected.”

“Wow. I never detected anything when you came around.”

“Yes. I’m sorry to interrupt but I’m exhausted. I’m gonna take a nap. I don’t plan on staying at the tower. My father has an estate I can stay at.”

“No problem Audrey. I’ll wake you when we get closer.”

Audrey falls asleep during the flight back to the tower. Tony and Natasha get in contact with the medical team. Having them on stand by for the mutants. Tony offers them shelter for the mean time. Professor Xavier has been notified of the mutants that have been rescued. Tony agreed that Lin and the others could stay with Xavier.

As the jet started to get near the tower Wanda woke Audrey and the others up. She stood up stretching before Tony had everyone sit down and buckle up for landing.

As the door opened and the ramp was lowered. Her stomach turned almost making her sick. She was nervous about being back at the avengers tower.

Sam helped her stand. They started talking and laughing as they walked out together.

As she got to the ramp. All hell broke loose and all the emotions came running back to her at full force.

Nothing had prepared her for this moment.

Bucky and Steve avoided each other. After the whole fight with Sam he can’t barely look in the mirror. All he could think about was Audrey.

Where did things go wrong?

Why did he start seeing Kayla?

All he could do was question his every thought. Audrey didn’t deserve the heart ache. Bucky wished he could take it all back. Reverse the damage he caused. He tried to bargain with Stephen Strange in hopes he could reverse everything. Stephen denied his request. He told him its a selfish decision.

“Audrey had every right to leave. If you knew everything from what she went through then only you would understand the pain. She suffered enough. Stop hurting her.”

“Let her go…”

Those words from Stephen pierced Buckys heart.

Was he right?

Did James need to let Audrey go?

But what did he mean?

“I needed to know the pain she went through? Was there more to the breakup?

Was there something she kept from him?

All these questions piled up in his head.

Lost in his mind Bucky strolled the halls of the tower. Until Jarvis notified him that everyone have returned. He knew everyone was mad at him. Despite all that he decided to greet everyone at the helipad.

As the doors opened he saw Tony and Natasha walk out first. Then Wanda but she wasn’t alone. She carried a child in her arms walking down the ramp. Then Sam with “Audrey”

It couldn’t be.

How could this be?

But how?

Why?

Was she hurt?

All he wanted to do was run to her and hold on to her and never let her go. But given the circumstances he had no right to approach her. He was a coward. A pathetic excuse of a man.

But she wasn’t alone. She was accompanied by Sam

The way he stood by her. Made Bucky’s blood boil.

Lost his thoughts Steve walked by to approach the team but most of all he wanted to apologize to Audrey. The guilt of hiding his friend infidelity secret ate at him. In hopes Audrey would accept his apology he approached her.

Audrey saw Bucky her heart ached from the pain he caused. She couldn’t see him. When Steve approached her. Audrey had a panic attack.

She fell to her knees gasping for air desperately. Sam desperately trying to help. He couldn’t help her he started crying trying to calm himself he couldn’t bare it. Natasha held back her tears cradling Audrey in her arms. But Audrey cried for her fathers help. Audrey fell apart in front of everyone. Audrey called out for her father in hopes he would come and save her.

Wanda rushed over placing her hand to Audreys right temple give her a vision of her father. Only then Audrey calmed down.

Bucky rushed over in hopes he could assist on someway. But Tony held him back.

“This isn’t the time. You need to keep your distance Manchurian Project”

Without saying a word Bucky stopped. Watching from a distance his heart broke at the sight of Audrey falling apart. This was all his fault and he needed to find a way to make things right.

Audrey fell asleep in Natasha arms. Wanda kept her in a hypnotic state. Dreaming of her father gave her peace. Wanda’s heart broke when she saw all the memories of Audrey and her father.

Left in her dream like state. Tony had to address the elephant in the room. Steve and Bucky.

And the Infidelity.

2 Days Later-

Audrey still sleeping. She dreamed of her father.

Audrey awakens in a blank white room. She takes her time looking around the room. She realizes its a hospital. Bruce walks in with his clipboard to check on her vitals. To Bruce surprise he smiles at Audrey.

“You’re awake, how do you feel?”

“I’m okay Dr. Banner”

“Just Bruce, Audrey no need for formalities” Bruce chuckles.

“No problem”

“Your vitals look good and you’re test results came back normal. There’s no need to keep you here any longer.”

“Bruce I would like to leave now. If that’s possible”

“Yeah sure, let me notify Tony”

“Okay”

Jarvis notifies Tony discreetly.

Tony tries to talk Audrey into staying with them. But she refuses to stay.

Tony offers her resources but she declines everything.

Audrey’s father has resources that he set aside for her. Her father left her a home.

Audrey left bidding Natasha and Wanda goodbye.

She agreed to keep in contact with everyone.

This was her chance to start new.

To be continued

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Thank You For Reading.

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I'm your huckleberry (Tombstone 1993) (Doc Holliday)

Description:

The joys of modern inventions and miracles are often taken for granted. Your hungry or thirsty? Get something from the fridge or make it. You need to go somewhere? Drive or call an uber. Your hurt? Go to the doctor.

Your bored? Watch a movie, play video games, watch videos on the internet, talk to people without ever leaving your house.

Some much time is in our hands... but back in the 19th century... you wouldn't last very long.

Diseases are rampant, gun violence is higher, no modern technology, barely any good medicine, almost all of your favorite food doesn't exist and most of the people are rude as hell. But... That doesn't mean all of them were so bad. Love was not something most people in this time really cared about. At least, in the town of Tombstone, Arizona.

After falling asleep with a nice looking stone you bought at a small stand at the carnival, your whole world becomes the opposite. Six people from the past discover you unconscious and alone in the blistering heat and offer help but it was their help that let you meet the most amazing man you've ever met.

John Henry "Doc" Holliday.

Chapter 12

Previous ~ Next

The Earp brothers were out in the front of the "Town Marshall" building and saw the cowboys slowly ride by, staring at them. They looked murderous and ill-intentioned. "Goddamn" Morgan said.

"Now there's six of 'em" Virgil said, "Hell, this is like a bad dream".

"Just stay calm" Wyatt said, "Use your head. It'll be alright. Just the same, though- Guess maybe you better swear me in". Both Virgil and Morgan looked at him with surprise that he wanted to join back into the force and both Virgil and Morgan were quick to swear him in. Wyatt never would've thought he would be back in the field of duty and now as he was sitting in a chair outside the building after receiving a new badge and retrieving his personalized pistol labeled "peacemaker", he thought if the decision was a mistake. His thoughts were interrupted by the mayor but he still stared out into oblivion.

"Those cowboys been tellin' everybody in town that they're gonna clean you out. They're back there in that lot behind the O.K Corral". Morgan sighed but then looked very surprised to see you and Doc walking towards them. "Thank you, Mayor" Wyatt said but didn't make eye contact with him and the Mayor walked away. "What're you doing out of bed, Doc"? Wyatt looked over at the mention of Doc's name and saw you as well which made him stand up. "What in the hell's goin' on? Five people came up to our room tellin' me the Clantons and McLaurys are gunnin' for us".

"We goin' down there or not? What are we gonna do" Morgan asked.

"Wait 'til the liquor wears off" Wyatt said. "Soon as they start gettin' headaches, they'll lose interest".

"Lose interest? Hell, they're threatenin' our lives and hers" Virgil said.

"You'll never make that stick".

"They're carryin' guns, Wyatt".

"Christ's sake, Virg, that's a misdemeanor. You go down there and arrest them, somethin' goes wrong, maybe somebody really gets his head broken. You'll have cowboys comin' around lookin' for trouble from here to Christmas. You want to risk all that over a misdemeanor"?

"Damn right I'll risk it. They're breaking the law" Virgil replied seriously. Wyatt then looked to you and Doc. "It's not your problem, Doc. You don't have to get mixed up in this". Doc felt offended and Wyatt added another point. "At the very least, you can keep her safe" Wyatt said. Doc put an arm around your waist and spoke, "That is a hell of a thing for you to say to us".

"There's no way in hell that I'm lettin' her get mixed up in this-"

"Wyatt"? They all looked to you. "I don't think I have a say in the matter. They're gunnin' for me and since my man here taught me enough to shoot a gun, I'm joining in".

"Your man" Morgan asked confused but was grinning. "Yes" you said sweetly and then looked Doc in the eyes. "My handsome man". Doc smirked and you both went to stand next to Morgan and Virgil to represent the decision of taking the cowboys out. Wyatt turned away for a moment but not before looking at you with a look of pleading but knew you were serious. "All right, Virg. Your call" Wyatt said as he turned back around. "Give Doc the shotgun. They'll be less apt to get nerv-i-ous if he's on the street howitzer. And here, (Y/n)". Wyatt took out his other pistol and handed it to you but he was so hesitant to let it go into your hands. He and his brothers and Doc made a commitment, protect you at all costs, and to him, this was going against their pledge. And secretly, the others felt like they were betraying the vow as well. Doc held up his cane for Virgil to grab and Virgil gave him the shotgun in return.

After making sure you all had ammo, you all started walking up the street. It was Wyatt and Virgil in front, Doc and Morgan in the back and you in the middle. Yet another protection circle was in place. You all saw that a building was on fire and knew it was the cowboys who did it to intimidate them but that didn't stop the Earps, Doc or you. Not even a boy who came running up and pretending to shoot you all made you all back down. What it did show was how overprotective they were of you.

A boy had indeed ran up up to you all and pretended to shoot you all saying "BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG"! They all shielded you and were about to draw their guns but immediately relaxed and Morgan yelled at the boy to go home. As the boy ran off, you all refocused on the current objective. "How the hell did we get ourselves into this" Wyatt asked to himself and no one answered. The sign that read "O.K Corral" came into view and Sheriff Behan came up to speak. "You don't have to worry about a thing. I just went over there and disarmed them".

"You did" Wyatt asked.

"Gentlemen, I'm not gonna allow any-". Sheriff Behan was about to finish his sentence and finally saw you. He was about to object and say that they were putting you in danger but you all kept walking. You all approached and the protection circle was broken as they formed a small battalion line to keep them in. There were six cowboys. Most you didn't recognize but you remembered Ike and Billy Clanton. "Were here to disarm you, throw up your hands" Virgil said.

The cowboys didn't say anything except quickly taking a hold of their guns on their belts but they didn't draw. You all stopped in your tracks and you drew your gun because you didn't have a gun belt. "Hold it! That's not what I want" Virgil said loudly. You could see in the corner of your eye that Doc shrug his coat off and pointed the shotgun at them and it made you remember to not make sudden movements or else they might start shooting and keeping your eyes on them at all times and to remain calm. The citizens who saw what was about to happen were behind you and the Earps and Doc and they had the common sense to flee.

After the huge incident with Fred White, it really did mess you up and it took a couple days after that to get you back into gun practice. You all kept staring each other down, just waiting for someone to make the first move. You could see the sweat and fear on some of the cowboys faces and two of them have even fled the Corral. It wasn't until you saw Billy Clanton look at you and one of the others and his eyes went wide. "Oh my God" Wyatt said and then all hell broke loose.

It was when the cowboys finally drew their guns and it was Wyatt who shot first and the constant shrew of bullets flying all over made things stressful. You kept firing but you weren't hitting anyone. You just remained calm and kept firing. Two cowboys went down and one was hiding behind a horse to shoot at you but Doc shot his shotgun into the air and made the horse get up on it's hind legs in fear and Doc shot the man who was hiding, which made the horse flee away from the scene.

"Stop! No! No"! You all looked to see Ike putting his hands up high to show he was disarmed. "Don't shoot! I got no gun! Please! Don't shoot me! I got no gun" Ike said as he walked over in fear and fell onto Wyatt in fear. "This fight's commenced! Get to fightin' or get away" Wyatt yelled and threw Ike onto the floor who then crawled into the building next to the Corral. You all kept firing as one of them got up to keep shooting and managed to shoot Virgil in the leg, taking him down and Billy Clanton shooting Morgan successfully in the arm.

Doc took his pistol and fired an excess amount of bullets into Billy as he then finally fell into a haystack, bloodied up and full of holes, finally dead. "Billy"! You all heard Ike scream as he then broke a window to shoot and managed to shoot you in the leg making you fall and scream in pain. "(Y/n)" Morgan yelled.

"Doc! Behind us" Wyatt yelled. Doc wasted no time and kept firing at the window to shoot Ike and Doc was now using both his pistols and it only busted up the other windows on the building and you didn't know if Ike got hit and you still didn't manage to hit anyone. The bullets stopped flying and you all saw that only one cowboy was left. Doc went over to him and was about to shoot him, only to realize he was out of ammo. "I got you now, you son-of-a-bitch" the cowboy said while holding his side in pain.

"You're a daisy if you do" Doc replied.

You saw a clear range and aimed at the cowboy. And with one bullet left in the gun, you fired and it went straight into the cowboy's head, killing him instantly. You gasped and dropped back onto the ground in pain but you saw Doc look at you with surprise and he quickly went over to you. "Morgan. Hold quiet, now" Wyatt said as he helped him stand up and Doc helped you stand up too and the citizens had returned to see the aftermath.

"(Y/n)? You ok" Wyatt asked.

"I'm fine. I'll live".

"All right" a familiar voice called out. You all looked to see that it was Sheriff Behan. "All of you are under arrest". Wyatt walked towards Behan and spoke, "I don't think I'll let you arrest us today, Behan". Wyatt could see that Behan was intimidated by Wyatt and backed off. Wyatt looked over to see that Josephine had came out and saw what happened. Turns out she was in the building next to the whole carnage and Wyatt felt more guilt. He stared at her and couldn't utter a single word. She only smiled at him and continued to when Mattie came over from the cottage since she and Allie and Louisa heard the gunshots and feared the worst.

Sheriff Behan only scoffed and went over to Josephine but she gave him a dirty look and stormed off making Wyatt confused and Mattie feeling abandoned. Allie and Louisa came rushing over to their husbands in fear and embraced them tightly to ease their fears. As for you, this whole thing was a real adrenaline booster and you had completely forgot about the bullet wound in your leg. It wasn't until you tried to walk that your leg burned and was in so much pain that it brought you back into focus mode. Doc had your arm secured around his neck and guided you to the doctor who showed up after everything happened.

"Well, I guess we did our good deed for today, Mayor" Wyatt said. The Mayor only gave a confused look and walked away and Wyatt to then see Doc supporting you by holding your arm around his neck and looking at Wyatt. They both looked to each other and Wyatt nodded. They knew this was just the beginning and that the cowboys wouldn't let this slide. But then Wyatt looked to you and Doc nodded. Doc had carried you to the doctor to help with your leg. Luckily, the bullet was on top and it didn't go completely in your leg but it sure looked disgusting.

It hurt badly, but Doc kept you talking as Wyatt came over to see how bad the damage was to his brothers and you. The doctor gave Morgan an arm carrier and took care of your and Virgils legs. They all didn't seem to concern themselves about their own injuries and still only cared about you. But as night fell, the cowboys had arranged, fairly quickly, a funeral and burial service for the three dead cowboys. You and Doc were with Wyatt and Morgan at the cottages and watched as the caskets were brought to the cemetery and put to rest.

Two of the cowboys held a banner that read "Murdered on the streets of Tombstone". Johnny Ringo was there and took a glance in the Earps direction. It was only for a moment but it sure was spine chilling. As the caskets were put in the ground, Morgan had to said to Wyatt, "Your right, it's nothin' like I thought. I almost wish that-"

"I know Morgan" Wyatt replied, "I know, me too". You and Doc were sitting on a bench on the porch and Doc had you secured as you put your head against his shoulder. "You did good today, darlin'. You saved my life".

"I took someones life away. I feel horrible".

"I know. But it was the right decision to make. I'm still proud of you". You and Doc went back to the hotel and not much was said. He could tell that this whole event messed you up and you were silent about it. You both just went to sleep but you barely slept that night. You believe you have reached your acceptance point. Every morning you had wished you would wake up back in your own bed back in 2021 but it would prove to be nothing but a dream.

But one thing was for sure. You would never forget how your life was and what it looked like in 2021.

[sakuramoussy]

Alone With Your Thoughts

As the distance between Luis and Vin grew wider by the day, Vin starts to suffer from a variety of health problems, and before he knows it, he finds himself in the midst of a miscarriage. Thankfully, the Life house has its own doctor and nurse, so Vin doesn't have to go anywhere to deal with the sudden miscarriage. Due to Vin’s poor health, the miscarriage was extremely painful and Vin found himself bedridden for several days following it. He wanted this baby so badly, even though things were sour between Vin and Sin, Vin always wanted to be a mother. He found himself grieving heavily for the child he almost had, 21 weeks in and the baby is suddenly gone. It felt like something was missing from him, that the baby boy should be here with him and that everything should be okay, but it isn’t. 

He doesn’t reach out to Sin, and Sin doesn't make any moves to contact him and make sure that his wife is okay. After having such minimal contact with Luis, Vin doubts he would see him until he went there himself. Didn't Luis cut him off? Were they even still friends at this point? Vin wasn't sure, but he also knew that Luis was precisely the person who hoped would come to comfort him. Maybe he wasn't the one after all. Then there’s a knock at the door. Assuming it’s Carmen, Vin expects the door to open and for his twin to walk through the door. When that doesn't happen, Vin starts to wonder if he imagined the knock, but he carefully gets out of bed and heads to the door. When he opens it, Luis is standing at the door with a single white lily, a thermos with Vin’s favorite raspberry tea, and a container that Vin can only assume is Luis’ homemade dumplings, something he knew Vin loved. He remembered. 

“Hey.. I just.. Wanted to drop these off for you, but Sugar insisted I should give them to you personally.. I know you probably don’t want to see me right now… but I wanted to make sure you’re okay. I’m sorry about the baby..”

“I wanted to see you.”

“... Why?”

“Why? Because I still love you. If you don't come in and talk to me, I’ll never forgive you for it.”

“...I really shouldn’t.” 

“Please?”

“...”

He doesn't say anything, but when Vin heads back to his bed, Luis follows him and helps him set up the small desk by his bed with the food and tea. When Vin opens the container, he’s surprised to see it packed full of dumplings. It looks like Luis made more than Vin could eat, enough for both of them. What is he doing, pretending he wants to leave? The thermos had more than enough tea for Vin to pour half of it into a mug for Luis, and he carefully portioned the dumplings between the two of them as they sat on the bed across from each other, eating in silence. Vin can’t help but keep glancing at that beautiful white lily, sitting carefully in a vase full of flowers Vin picked fresh from his own garden. When they finish their food and tea, Luis slips off the bed as if to leave. 

“Wait! Please, don't leave. I’d love to have your company.. If you aren't busy?” 

“..Vin..” 

“Please stay.”

With that, Vin manages to coax Luis into the bed with him, turning off the light using the ceiling fan cord before gently slipping under the covers. Luis doesn't get too close, but he lays on his back, then turns to face Vin. He looks like he wants to say something, but he doesn't speak. Instead, Luis turns away from Vin and quietly mutters ‘sweet dreams’ like he always used to. Vin finds it hard not to hold him, try and get him to speak his mind, have a conversation about something, anything at all, but he can't find the words. Eventually, he falls asleep. When he wakes later, Luis is gone. He left a while ago without a trace. Except for a single letter. It doesn’t say much, but it does offer Vin well wishes, carefully avoiding saying anything about the miscarried baby or Sin, and tells Vin that he’s sorry. Vin has no idea what he’s sorry about, but he assumes it's for the prolonged silence between the two. Is he the one after all? 

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𝓒𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓴 𝓽𝓸 𝓒𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓴

𝘼𝙉: 𝙝𝙞 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨!! 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙧 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚! 𝙄 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙟𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙈𝘾𝙐 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 (𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙖 𝙩𝙤𝙤). 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮!!

ᴾᵃⁱʳⁱⁿᵍ: ˢᵗᵉᵛᵉ ᴿᵒᵍᵉʳˢ ˣ ᶠᵉᵐ!ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

ˢᵘᵐᵐᵃʳʸ: ˢᵗᵉᵛᵉ ᶠⁱⁿᵃˡˡʸ ᵍᵉᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵃⁿᶜᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ʷᵒᵐᵃⁿ

ᵂᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ: ᵀʰᵉ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉʳ ⁱˢ ᵃ ʰᵒ ᶠᵒʳ ᶜᵃᵖᵗᵃⁱⁿ ᵃᵐᵉʳⁱᶜᵃ

It had been almost a year since you had moved into the Avengers tower. You had seldom been on any missions, so you hadn't truly gotten to know anyone else here. They seemed to get along well enough with each other, laughing and joking over dinner and drinks. Of course, you usually took meals in the confines of your room. You'd always felt strange sitting amongst everyone. Aside from what you'd read in files, these people were still strangers to you.

The pale yellow of the morning sun shining through the crack in your curtains was enough to rouse you from sleep. Yawning, you stretched your arms above your head. You let out a quiet sigh as you relaxed, staring up at the ceiling. Trying to fall back asleep was likely a moot point, you figured. After a few quiet seconds of debate, you finally slid your legs over the edge of your bed, standing with another stretch. You fluffed the flannel pajama pants you wore. They were soft to the touch, a perfect outfit during these winter months. Softly, you padded your way to the kitchen, standing on the tips of your toes. You were careful not to make a sound, as it seemed like no one else was awake quite yet. The voice that sounded from the edge of the kitchen island proved otherwise.

"Good morning." You looked up through half-lidded eyes, still thick with sleep. Your gaze was met with a bright smile and a blond head of hair.

You froze a few steps from the fridge. "O-Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't realize anyone else was awake. I'm just going to make a bowl of cereal and I'll be out of your hair." You attempted a friendly smile, though you were sure you looked more like the Cheshire Cat than a pleasant co-worker. Steve eyed you curiously, setting his newspaper on the counter in front of him.

"You do know you can eat with us, right, Y/N?" The sound of your name leaving his lips caused your heart to leap into your throat. Get it together. All he did was say your name. "You're just as much a part of the team as the rest of us." That definitely wasn't true, but you nodded nonetheless.

"I know. I just... don't do well with other people." You winced. "N-Not that I'm a freak or anything, I just get really nervous and then I don't know what to say, so I just start rambling, and then I get really sweaty and then I just keep talking and talking and-" You paused. "Kind of like what I'm doing now." The chuckle that rumbled from Steve's chest almost made your knees give out.

"Relax. You're not the only one with a problem being social." He stood, making his way over to the counter and pulling down a mug. "I was terrible with people before... well, before. And I'm even worse now." He poured a cup of coffee, offering it out to you. "Coffee?" You nodded eagerly, accepting the mug from him. You could feel his gaze lingering on you as you held the mug close to your face, inhaling the scent. After a beat or two, you finally locked eyes with the man standing in front of you. Your brow furrowed, though the smallest hint of a smile played at the corner of your lips. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You're just..." He grinned, a slight shade of pink creeping onto his cheeks. He looked down, fiddling with his hands for a brief moment. "You're just really gorgeous. I don't think I've seen you enough to really appreciate it." You're sure he was joking. After all, you were dressed in a tank top and flannel pants that were entirely too baggy. Hell, you hadn't even tamed your hair. Still, you couldn't deny that he had looked at you like you were the sky and stars brought to life.

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Night came quickly. You were seated at the desk in your room, flicking through files of people of interest to S.H.E.I.L.D., not really paying much attention to the information you were provided. So many other people read and memorized these files, but you could never focus long enough to do the same. You checked the clock as you yawned, wiping the exhaustion from your eyes. It was already 3 o'clock in the morning, but you had to focus. With a quiet groan, you decided a cup of coffee would be beneficial to your endeavor. You grabbed the sweater that hung on the back of your desk chair, delighting for a moment in the warmth that it brought you. Hopefully you wouldn't be disturbing anyone, you thought as you padded toward the kitchen.

The quiet sound of music drew your attention away from your coffee mission. It sounded... old. Definitely coming from Steve's room. Softly, you made your way closer, and you were finally able to make out some of the lyrics.

Oh, I love to climb a mountain

And reach the highest peak

But I don't enjoy it half as much

As dancing cheek to cheek

You smiled gently. You could imaging Steve in his room, bent over a stack of paper files while he hummed along to the lyrics. You stood in front of his door for a moment, reveling in the mental image for a moment before knocking. The music got quieter, footsteps louder as they approached the door. You couldn't help the skipped beat of your heart as Steve opened the door.

"Y/N... hi." He managed, eyes widened slightly in surprise. "Is... is the music too loud? It didn't wake you up, did it? You were nearly at a loss for words. He looked the slightest bit disheveled in the most gorgeous way. His blond hair was messy, a tuft hanging over his forehead. Your fingers itched to tangle in the golden tresses. He looked tired, as though he'd had as much trouble as you in trying to sleep.

You blinked a few times before remembering he had asked you something. "No! No, no. I just was surprised anyone else was awake this late. Hard time sleeping?"

He shrugged. "The usual amount of trouble. Can't seem to get much sleep these days." The smile he gave you made your heart leap into your throat. "Looks like I'm not the only one, though. You can come in, if you want." He stepped aside, offering room for you to enter. You hesitated a moment. You hardly knew the guy, aside from what you'd read in magazines and files. Still, you weren't sure your pounding heart would allow you to say no, despite what your brain was telling you. You took a few steps in, feeling as though you were stepping into another world. The entire room was illuminated by a single lamp on Steve's bedside table, the soft yellow glow providing comfort. The music still played faintly. You took a look around. Pictures of pre-serum Steve and a man you recognized as James Buchanan Barnes lined the walls. Steve's dog tags hung from the lamp on his bedside table.

As you had imagined, papers and files were scattered across his desk. You snuck a peek, but immediately blushed when you saw the picture in the first file. It was you, sporting a wide smile. It was the same picture on your badge. It was, you realized, your file he was reading. Steve seemed to follow your gaze, because he cleared his throat nervously. "You, uh... well, I wanted to get to know you."

You chuckled, turning your head to him. "Y'know, the proper way to get to know someone is to actually talk to them." You paused for a moment, listening to the track still playing in the background. Your hips swayed softly with the tune, a small smile plastered on your face.

Steve held his hand out to you, seemingly noticing your absentminded swaying. "Do you dance, Y/N?"

You definitely didn't. In fact, you hadn't danced a single day in your life. Your entire face lit up red. "Oh, no. I'm a horrible dancer. Two left feet and all that." You laughed nervously. "I'm definitely the type to step on your toes and then fall over." You shook your head.

Steve shrugged, gently taking your hand. "I don't mind having my toes stepped on. Will you dance with me, gorgeous?" God. Be still my heart. You never knew Steve would be so bold, but there's no way you'd say no to this, left feet or not. "I would love to." You responded, watching the way his face brightened. He pulled you close to him, one hand gripping yours as the other rested on your waist. You were relieved when he took the lead, swaying the both of you to the beat of the music. Your head fit perfectly in the crook of his neck. You grinned, inhaling the scent of him. He smelled like spruce and pine, a very naturalistic scent. It was nearly intoxicating. Your heart was going a million miles a minute, but as he began to hum to the lyrics, you had never felt more at peace.

Oh, heaven. I'm in heaven

And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak

And I seem to find the happiness I seek

When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek...