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Take Me Home - Part 1

Pairing: Beau Arlen x F. Reader 

Summary: You are another lost soul at Sunny Day Excursions. You’re aiming to settle in Helena, Montana, where Beau Arlen is the new sheriff in town. But you’ve both got a past you’re running from. 

AN: Welcome to my first ever Big Sky series! I’ve been wanting to get to this for a while now. I’m so glad I finally get to start sharing this with you! I truly hope you enjoy the ride. (Note: This is set towards the beginning of season 3.)

Song Inspo: “Fly Away” by John Denver. And remember, you can listen to the full Take Me Home Playlist ⬅️ here.

Word Count: 4,400

Tags/Warnings: A bit of angst, a bit of setup, “Glamper Girl,” and a side helping of cops enjoying baked goods…

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Part 1: All of Her Days

“This really feels like cheating,” you mused.

Yet again, you surveyed the sheer size and luxury of this tent you were supposed to be “camping” in.

Between the giant king-sized bed with crème and burgundy comforters, a two-seater dining table, a dresser (with a vanity), and even a small bookshelf, it looked like the Taj Mahal of glamping.

“Can’t you just enjoy it?” your best friend replied, poking a teasing finger into your side. She smirked when you flinched and gave her some playful side-eye. “My parents are the ones footing the bill, anyway.”

“Of which, I intend to pay them back for my half,” you said. Mary just rolled her eyes and waved you off. Her parents’ money was something she’d never had a problem spending.

“Come on, they’re getting ready to go on the hike without us,” she said, tossing her little purse over her shoulder. You were a bit more practical with your backpack, filled with a bottle of water, a couple snacks, bug spray, and your sketch pad.

Mary bumped your shoulder with hers as you two walked out of the tent, and you gave her a smile. You were glad she insisted on this little week-long excursion. It gave you exactly five more days to enjoy the fresh air of no responsibilities, before you returned to reality.

“So where are you guys from?” you asked a couple of walking companions on the early-morning hike.

The woods of Helena, Montana were vast and deep, and you found them a bit intimidating. You were a city girl, through and through, but you were learning to appreciate the mountains and the steep trails flanked by dense trees. You were also grateful that you weren’t alone. 

Emily seemed to be a nice girl around sixteen, while her stepfather Avery was a lightly graying man in his 40s. You pegged his accent as English, the “casual posh” kind. On a scale from Dame Maggie Smith to Dick Van Dyke's attempt at cockney, you’d put Avery on a Benedict Cumberbatch level.

“Well, I met her mother in Houston,” Avery replied, nodding at the girl beside you. “She and Emily joined me here in Helena after we were married this past spring.”

Emily confirmed with a nod. “Yep, starting school here in a few months.”

At that, you could smile. “Me too, actually.”

Emily gave you a confused look while she fiddled with an app on her phone.

“What? You’re still in school?” she asked.

“No,” you laughed. “I’m—”

“She’s a college professor,” Mary tacked on. “AKA: a giant nerd.”

Emily tried not to smile at your expense. You just shook your head at your friend.

“Thanks,” you said wryly, despite your amusement. “We can’t all be personal trainers. One can only take so much Spandex.”

Mary rolled her eyes and prepared to fire back a retort, but your attention shifted back to Emily, who seemed to be debating whether to press a red button on her phone. You thought it looked like a voice recording app.

You followed her line of vision and saw Paige and Luke up ahead—a young “happy couple” here at Sunny Day Excursions. They were whisper-yelling at each other, sniping something about Luke’s birthday. Apparently, he had a problem with getting another year older.

Don’t we all, you thought, with no small amount of sarcasm. The guy had been a sour apple since the start of this trip, and to be honest, he was starting to get on your damn nerves.

“This is like, prime time stuff for my podcast,” Emily whispered.

You looked over at her. “Oh yeah? What’s your podcast about?”

“Relationships, lies, that sort of thing,” she replied.

You almost grimaced. Good luck finding willing subjects for that one.

Mary snickered on your other side. She leaned close to your ear so only you would hear.

“God, Paige’s voice is so effing annoying. Like a chipmunk on helium,” she said. “I feel sorry for him.”

You shot her a dry look. “He’s the one asking for it, if you ask me. But they’ve been going at it the whole time. Makes me feel sorry for both of them.”

You shook your head and kept walking on the trail. Mary sobered as she stared back at you. She was reminded of why you two were really here, and what you’d been through this past year…

What you all had been through.

You and Mary fell behind Avery and Emily on the trail, giving Mary the opportunity to touch your arm and stop you in the middle of the trail.

“Do you really plan to stay here?” she asked. “In dusty-ass Montana? With the snakes and the bears and the old hicks?”

“Well, I got the key to my apartment before we got here,” you said. And she knew that. “My aunt is letting me crash with her until the rest of my things ship over in a couple of weeks, and I start a new job in the fall. So yeah, I’m staying.”

Mary’s lips pursed. She gave you a long look, but you held your ground. You even popped your Airpods in for good measure. You were done with this conversation.

She huffed and kept walking.

You watched your friend go in annoyance. You knew she would try to talk you out of your decision at some point on this trip, but you hadn’t expected it to be so soon.

Heaving a sigh, you looked up at the clear sky above you, filtered through the tall trees. You took a moment to collect yourself in this great big no man’s land, where you could finally let yourself slow down for a minute, and breathe.

You raised the volume in your Airpods when a particular song came through.

“All of her days have gone soft and cloudy. All of her dreams have gone dry,” crooned the soft melody. You nodded to the rhythm of the mellow notes, but all the while, you tried to blink through the sting of tears.

“All of her nights have gone sad and shady. She's getting ready to fly…”

You rubbed your left hand, where you still had the tan line of the ring you used to wear.

“It’s really okay, sweetie,” Mary tried to console you, rubbing her hand between your shoulders.

After the hike, you all had returned to camp and sat down to brunch. It was an amazing spread, with waffles and muffins and Danishes, eggs done three different ways, toast with jam, assorted sandwiches, coffee and orange juice (and sparkling wine for the adults).

But even with a huge plate of appetizing food in front of you, you were sulking a bit. You had your face covered by your hands as you rested your elbows on the table.

“One of my only goals on this trip was to ride a damn horse, and I couldn’t even do that,” you said.

Sunny Barnes and her husband Buck were the heads and hosts of this whole trip. And after the hike, their son, Cormack, had tried to help you onto the nice chestnut mare the handler had brought out of the stable for you. But your entire body had locked up in fear at the prospect of being vaulted onto the horse.

In fairness, she was huge. And you were both afraid of heights, and animals that could buck you off its back and trample you.

You hadn’t been able to speak. You just shook your head vigorously every time Cormack asked you if you were okay.

So he’d graciously patted your back and gave the mare to Emily instead.

“I’ve never been able to ride a horse either,” Avery offered in commiseration. You lowered your hands and gave him a wan smile.

Emily was carving an apple with an impressive (and somewhat scary) looking pocketknife. She shrugged.

“It’s not so hard,” she said. But, perhaps realizing how she sounded, she looked up and gave you an apologetic look. “Sorry. I mean, I’m sure you’ll get it! It’s hard in the beginning, but once you get used to it, it’s like riding a bike.”

Right. A bike with hooves, you thought, ripping a piece of bread from your egg and cheese sandwich.

Mary bumped your shoulder with a teasing smile. “You just got showed up by a high schooler. Again.”

You pursed your lips in amusement. You tossed the piece of bread. It hit her dead between the eyes. You giggled at the way she jumped with a start.

“Real mature,” she shot back.

“Yeah,” you replied, taking a giant bite of your sandwich for good measure. “I learned from you.”

Even Emily snickered, making Mary roll her eyes in amusement.

Shortly after, Avery and his stepdaughter were finished with brunch and got up to get back to their tents.

You glanced over and noticed that Emily had left her knife on the table, now closed in its sheath.

Sheriff Beau Arlen may have still been relatively new in town, but he considered himself a consummate professional.

He’d agreed to accompany Cassie, the local private investigator (and his friend), up to this mountain pass to look for a missing backpacker. Questioning Buck and Sunny Barnes and their crew was just good old-fashioned, thorough police work.

But if it also gave Beau a chance to check on his daughter up here “glamping” with her half-baked stepfather, then he couldn’t pass up on that opportunity, now could he?

After talking to Buck and Sunny, who hadn’t seen hide or hair of the backpacker, Beau let Cassie take care of questioning Cormack Barnes while Beau found his daughter outside her tent. After giving her a big hug and inspecting her “tent” (Really? he thought. Looks more like a hotel room than a tent.), he asked her how her trip was going so far.

“Good, Dad. But you really didn’t have to come all the way out here just to check up on me,” Emily said. She was amused, but no longer surprised to see him.

“No, no, no. I didn’t, okay?” Beau refuted. Though at the look on her face, he knew he wasn’t fooling her. She was a sharp kid. “All right, maybe not the only reason. We had to talk to Sunny about a missing backpacker. It’s something Cassie’s investigating.”

Emily’s amusement faded into surprise, and then concern.

“Wait, what?” she said.

“Oh, I’m sure it’s nothing. Just, you know…parents probably didn’t get the memo that ‘off-the-grid’ was part of the deal,” he said, giving her a meaningful raise of his brows. Maybe his daughter didn’t have to screen so many of his calls while she was on this trip.

“Overprotective parents, huh?” Emily dryly remarked.

“The worst,” Beau agreed, shaking his head.

But he smiled. Just seeing her made his whole week better…and it alleviated some of the hurt in his heart. Not getting to be with her on a trip like this stung. And knowing Avery was the one who got to be there for her grated on him.

Beau was already missing too much of his daughter’s life, and he still wasn’t too sure on how to deal with that.

Speak of the devil, he thought. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Avery approaching. Beau forced himself to look as close to pleasant as he could get around his ex-wife’s husband.

While Mary went back to the tent to freshen up, you grabbed Emily’s pocketknife and went to look for her so you could return it. It had a wood-carved hilt and had her initials, E. A., engraved on the side. The knife looked special, not the kind of thing you wanted to lose.

You found her outside her tent with her stepfather, and a man you didn’t know. He had broad shoulders and short brown hair that swept above his brow. When he turned to look at you, the first thing you noticed was the cut of his bearded chin, and then the green of his eyes.

You didn’t realize it, but your insides stilled, just for a moment. Then you remembered to smile.

Avery looked a bit tense, as did the newcomer. You sensed you were interrupting a tete-a-tete. 

“Uh, hi. I’m sorry,” you said, and extended the sheathed knife toward Emily. “Just wanted to get this back to you. You left it at the table.”

“Oh! Thanks,” Emily said gratefully.

“Well, hi there,” said the new guy. He was tall, you noted, wearing a beige jacket over a buttoned-down shirt, some jeans, and boots. It was a casual look, but all worked very well for him…in a rugged cowboy sense.

“This is my dad,” Emily supplied.

“Sheriff Beau Arlen, ma’am,” he said, giving you a more friendly smile that you matched in kind when you shook his hand. You also gave him your name to go along with it.

“You here for a little belated vacation, Sheriff?” you added.

“No. Matter of fact, I’m here on police business,” he replied. That concerned you, but he was quick to wave a dismissive hand. “Everything’s okay here. Just checking on a missing backpacker. But it looks like we’ll have to continue our search for him elsewhere.”

You hummed at that in concern. “Well, I hope you find him.”

“I do too,” he agreed with a nod.

Then, Emily took the slight pause in the conversation as her chance to escape.

“Okay, Dad, well, we’re gonna go hike down to the lake,” she said, gesturing at Avery. “But as you can see, I’m fine. We’re fine.”

Beau’s smile became a bit tight, but he nodded in understanding. He gave her a big hug, and you could see he was reluctant to let her go. Avery stood behind them. He held tension in his shoulders. You felt a bit awkward yourself, being in the midst of what was clearly an uneasy family dynamic.

Beau released his daughter. After she took off with Avery following close behind, Beau turned to you next. You tried not to blush at the sight of his handsome face.

“Sorry, again,” you said, raising a placating hand. “I didn’t mean to intrude.”

His lips twitched upward, and he shook his head. “You’re fine. Though you don’t look like a local. You from outta town?”

I could say the same thing about you, cowboy, you thought. There was a slight southern drawl in his voice that sounded like Alabama. Maybe Texas?

“You got me,” you nodded. “I’m from Chicago originally, but…I’ve actually just moved here to Helena.”

“Ahh, a city girl,” he remarked. “Small world. I just got here a few months ago myself. Houston, Texas.”

Your smile brightened. Right on the money.

“Yeah, I figured,” you couldn’t help teasing him a little. His grin kicked up in the corner.

“How’re the mountains and fresh air treating you then?” he asked. “Better than that blanket a’ smog in Chicago.”

“We do not have smog…or, well, not that much,” you laughed, “but yes, I’m actually really liking it here so far. I mean, I just got here about a week ago. I’m still learning. Though Emily actually tried to help me ride a horse today.”

“Yeah?” His brows raised. “How’d that go?”

You had to laugh. A kind of self-deprecating laugh that had you half-covering your face to stem off your blush.

“Not well,” you admitted.

Beau ducked his head with a smile. He met your eyes in amusement, but not without kindness.

“Well, here’s a tip for ya,” he said. He planted his feet, held his hands up into lightly clenched fists. “The trick is in the legs. Grip tight, but not too tight. He’ll think you’re rarin’ to go.”

You blinked a bit wider. Was that just honest advice…or was he sort of flirting with you?

It made you blush in earnest.

“Ah. Good to know,” you said with a laugh. He treated you with a tip of his imaginary hat.

“Hey,” someone called out.

Both of your heads turned to a tall black woman with long curly hair. She gave you a polite smile before she nodded up at Beau.

“You ready to go?” she asked.

“Ah, yep,” Beau nodded. He gave you an apologetic look. “Sorry, gotta get back to the station.”

“Oh, of course,” you said. But you held up a finger. “Wait, just a sec.”

You hastened back over to the table of confections from brunch and offered them a chocolate chip muffin each for the road. Cassie politely declined, but Beau gladly took his.

“Although, are you trying to stereotype me or somethin’?” he teased.

Your brows furrowed in confusion, but after a moment, it hit you. You’d just given a cop a baked good.  

“At least it wasn’t a donut,” you quipped, despite your embarrassment. Beau still looked bemused, but he let you off the hook.

“That’s okay. I’ve never been known to turn down free food,” he assured.

“He really doesn’t,” Cassie confirmed. You noticed how she was waiting, arms crossed.

“Well, there you go! Sorry for keeping you,” you said.

“Not at all, darlin’,” said Beau. His smile had a charming gleam. “Nice to meet you.”

You quirked a smile back. “Wow, you are from Texas.”

You didn’t think you’d ever been called darlin’ in your life.

Beau’s good humor shifted into slight embarrassment himself.

“Sorry. I’ve been told to stop doing that,” he said. When he chuckled, you did along with him. You weren’t offended by it, just surprised by the old-fashioned endearment.

“It’s okay,” you said. “Nice to meet you too, Sheriff.”

You raised a hand in goodbye, and Beau returned it, watching you go. Meanwhile, Cassie watched him with a small smirk. He stepped down from the short platform in front of Emily’s tent to meet her.

“Were you just checking out Glamper Girl? In front of your daughter, no less,” Cassie remarked.

Beau shot her a look of denial. “I did no such thing. I’m a professional. And a gentleman, mind you.”

Cassie rose a brow at him. It stirred up a bit of his defensiveness. 

“But, I’ll have you know that Em had already moved on when I had a friendly conversation with the glamper,” he said.

Cassie rolled her eyes. Right.

That afternoon, you decided to bring your sketchpad and your modest collection of paints to the lake. You sat on the bank and tried to paint, while Mary joined the others in swimming.

“That looks nice,” Emily’s voice startled you from behind.

You twisted to look at her, and she gave you an apologetic look. She was dressed to go for a swim in a one-piece bathing suit and some shorts. She seemed more of a conservative dresser than typical high school girls her age. Maybe that had something to do with a policeman being her father, or maybe that was just her personality.

“Sorry,” she said, raising her hands.

“It’s okay.” You waved it off and gestured for her to sit beside you if she wanted. She did so, admiring your work over your shoulder. You felt a little embarrassed by it, but you didn’t mind her watching you try to paint ripples of light on the water.

“Are you an artist?” she asked.

You shot her a smile. “You’re very sweet, but no. I just started this year.”

You’d just Googled some therapeutic techniques instead of, you know, going to therapy. You just knew that if you did, your aunt would probably tell your parents, who would never let you hear the end of it. Specifically, why it was a waste of time. Your father especially would have something to say.

But one of the sources you found suggested trying out some creative outlets to calm the mind and think productively, but not create more stress for yourself. You’d tried a few different things, but landed on painting. It was working for you so far, even if you didn’t think you were that good.

“How do you like Montana so far?” you asked your companion. “Your dad told me you guys just moved here too, a few months ago.”

“Yeah, when my mom got remarried, my dad moved to stay close to me,” Emily explained.

Your brows raised. Your painting hand paused with the brush near the page.

“Well, that’s a good father,” you said. You smiled at the thought of Beau Arlen. The way he hugged his daughter before, like she was his entire world, and the fact that he’d moved entire states just to stay with her, told you a great deal about the town’s new sheriff.

Emily nodded, but her lips were pressed. “He’s a bit overprotective.”

“Well, he is a cop,” You said, smiling. “I assume that’s just part of the package.”

“I get that,” she said. “It’s just…a bit much sometimes.”

You gave her a sympathetic look. “I understand. My dad can be like that too. He’s got his soft moments, but he can be a real tough nut too… He’s a retired fireman.”

“Wow, that’s cool,” Emily said. She looked impressed. “Did you ever want to be a firefighter?”

You chuckled. “No, and he never wanted me to. It just wasn’t my beat, anyway.”

In the many years before your father had risen in the ranks to firehouse chief, your mother had often worried about him when he was on shift. Being a firefighter in inner-city Chicago had brought some hard and dangerous calls.

But you had always been more bookish, and both your parents were grateful for that.

You sighed. Your paintbrush made a stroke of deep green on the page, creating darker shades in the bottom of the lake.

“I did end up dating one though. Almost married him too,” you muttered, before you could stop yourself. You forgot you were talking to an insatiably curious girl.

“Really? What happened?” she asked. You looked over at her, and she was staring at you with her full attention. You remembered then that her podcast was supposed to be about relationships, but you had no desire to be a subject.

“It didn’t work out,” you said at last, and with difficulty.

“Why?” Emily asked.

Your internal struggle kept you quiet. It gave time for Emily to really see the withdrawn, almost pained look on your face, the slight hunch of your shoulders. She deflated guiltily.

“Uh, sorry,” she said.

You offered a small smile. “It’s okay, honey.”

“I’ll uh, just let you get back to painting,” she said. You waved her goodbye after she got up and left, giving you one last look before she joined her stepfather in the lake.

You let out a deep breath. The teen was tenacious, and naturally curious. That in itself wasn’t such a bad thing. But as you watched her splash at Avery, laughing that weightless laugh that kids got to have, you realized how much you missed being that young and free in your heart.

Again, out of habit, you set down your brush and rubbed at your empty left ring finger.

Mary finally joined you back in your shared tent after a long night of socializing by the fire. You had kept to the tent, reading Much Ado About Nothing for one of your classes that would start in the fall. It wasn’t your first time reading the Shakespeare play, by any means, but you did want to brush up on it.

“You know, you’re actually supposed to be vacationing on this vacation,” Mary pointed out. She started changing into her pajamas for bed. You were already cozy in one of your old college hoodies and some shorts, not to mention snuggled under the warm blankets.

“I am,” you said defensively. “I hiked, I painted, I ate no less than one burger, a basket of fries, and three smores, and now I’m reading.”

“Yeah, for school,” she pointed out. “I may not be as smart as you, but I know homework when I see it.”

You shot her a smile. “You’re plenty smart, M.”

She snorted and slipped into bed beside you. It felt like the sleepovers you two used to have in college, years ago, when she’d come to crash in your dorm, or you in hers. She’d been a philosophy major (despite not giving two shits about Socrates), forced to attend college by her parents. You were an English major, working three part-time jobs just to get you through until graduation.

“Hey,” she said, laying a hand on your shoulder. You turned to her in question. She seemed more serious than usual.

“I’m worried about you,” she said. “And I’m not the only one.”

You sighed. Lowering your book, you leaned back against your pillows and stared up at the tent’s fairy lights.

“I know,” you replied. “But you don’t need to be.”

“Yeah you keep saying that, but you know the real reason I’m here, right?” Mary asked. Her insistent hand on your arm made you meet her eyes.

“You don’t have to do this," she said. "You don’t have to move out here and leave everything behind. You should just come home with me. Your parents, our friends—everyone wants to be there for you, like we have all year.”

Your lips pursed, and you shook your head.

“I’m not going to change my mind. So if that’s really why you’re here, and not to just spend some time with me, as my friend, then you should just go home,” you said. “I’ll leave here and go to my aunt’s house. I’m sure your parents can negotiate some kind of refund.”

Mary got angry and huffy, just like you thought she would. You weren’t playing around though. This was your life, and your decision.

If your friends and your family couldn’t be happy for you, or at least understanding, then they could at least respect you. You just weren’t sure when they’d get the hint that this was real.

You were moving to Montana, permanently.

On the drive back into town from the camping site, Beau ate his chocolate chip muffin and tried his best to listen to Cassie—to her theories on where the backpacker might’ve gone, and how best to tell the parents to keep her on this investigation.

A good part of him was still thinking about his daughter, wishing he could be there with her right now. 

And maybe, his mind occasionally wandered…thinking about the pretty shade of your eyes when you smiled at him.

AN: And there we have it, Part 1 of a new series! If you liked it, please let me know! 🥰

And a special Happy Birthday to @jackles010378! 💖 I was going to say we're both Aries (mine is next month) but forgot Pisces comes first lol. ♓

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The trees were tall and dark now. The moon was filtering through them like the sun had during other day hikes, but it was much more ominous at night.

“Shit,” you muttered. You gripped your flashlight in worry as panic started to well up in your chest.

Now you were lost.

You jumped with a start when the hoot of a bird passed by overhead.

Shiiiit. This was very bad.

You kept moving forward on what you thought was the trail. That was all you could do, keep moving forward. You made a few turns around some trees, occasionally calling out for Sunny, or Mary, or anyone to hear you.

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LOVING YOU IS EASY

gn!reader | bokuto fluff ^___<

“we could go window shopping?” bokuto suddenly suggests from his spot beside you on the bench.

“no we could not.” you laugh in disbelief before looking back down at your phone.

through a series of miscommunication, you and your boyfriend have found yourselves at the mall to watch a movie with his team that isn't playing for another 3 hours. it's a weird amount of time where going home doesn't make sense, but you don't have other plans either.

“why not?”

“because it’s never just window shopping.”

kotaro tilts his head, genuinely confused. “huh? i don’t buy that much.”

“for you. i put something back and you’re suddenly behind me putting it in a cart i didn’t even see you grab,” you explain with a light flick to his forehead. “stop spending your money on me.”

kotaro pouts and shifts in his spot beside you to get even closer—he always gets more affectionate when he’s trying to convince you of something. you’ve grown accustomed to the way his arms wrap around your center, and his face finds place in the crook of your neck. his hair tickles your face and you lean away, only giving him the opportunity to nuzzle closer and kiss your jaw. “but i like spoiling you. you deserve it.”

“what happens when my closet gets too full from all the clothes you buy me? or there’s no more space on my poor bookshelf?”

“i’ll get you another bookshelf! you can have my closet.”

“yeah? where are your clothes gonna go then?”

“i’ll put them somewhere at the bottom.”

“liar.” you laugh breathily and pinch his cheek. “they’d get all wrinkled and you’d get pouty and ask where the steamer is.”

“then i’ll get a dresser.”

“then why couldn’t i get a dresser?” 

“the closet’s more space,” he says as if it were obvious.

“kotaro,” you drag out his name. the way your boyfriend fawns over has always been a little hard to believe. it was easy for anyone to see that loving you came effortlessly to him, affection woven into every breath he took and gaze that landed in your vicinity. when you’d ask how and why, what it was about you, his brows would furrow and he’d purse his lips. “what do you mean? everything about you, i guess?”

and it's not like you didn’t have your own income to get him gifts either. but every time you do, your boyfriend seems to take it as a sign to get you double what you got him. it isn’t in a competitive way—he’s told you himself that he just gets so happy that he wants to make sure you’re even happier.

so you make yourself welcome his affection and every “i love you” he yells before having to part ways. you let every hug and kiss wrap around you like a blanket, let them seep into your bones and whisper soft words of affection that promised to love you the same to the ends of the earth, or until you’d believe each one as easily as they were spoken.

but you think guilt would always find its way, slipping through hidden cracks in the heart you’ve built, chipping away in search of its companion, hatred, slumbering somewhere inside.

kotaro looks up at you at the sound of his name, hair tickling you again, and eyes somewhere between pleading and determined. your noses are only a few inches apart, as if a closer proximity would make your words soak into him easier. “i’m serious, you don’t have to spend your money on me, ko.”

“and i’m serious when i say i want to.” he says, furrowing his brows and bringing his hands up to cup your face, too. you’re sure the both of you look silly, sitting on a bench, holding each other’s faces, but kotaro doesn’t hesitate or care about passersby.

you’re not sure he ever has when it came to loving you.

“i don’t want you to worry about stuff like that, y’know? i have more than enough money to spend to make you happy, so why wouldn’t i?”

he says your name, in a tone more serious than his usual one. “i love you. i love getting you things and seeing you happy. you always think i’m giving you too much, right? but i don’t think so. even if you don’t see it, you do a lot for me just by being you. this is me showing you i love you just as much, and that you can rely on me, too.”

you’re not surprised at how easily he speaks, yet your eyes still search his, looking for some kind of hesitation, a sign he’s lying that you know doesn’t exist. you huff. “if i’m super cheesy and say i don’t need your money to be happy, will you stop spending it?”

he smiles at you. “nope! ’cause i already know that.”

you sigh, lips twitching into a defeated smile. “don’t know why i tried.”

“so i can keep spoiling you? if we check out the new store that opened, i promise i won’t spend a lot this time.”

“what’s considered a lot?”

“dunno, maybe a few shirts?” he considers. you shoot him a look of disbelief. “...less than a few? is a few five? four? three? it’s three? by definition?”

“ko.”

“three. okay. the price of three shirts. really! seriously. there was just something i think you’d like—”

“ko.”

“baby, okay, what if—okay, something we’d like?” he starts to stand up, hands grabbing yours to pull you up with him.

you jokingly groan and pull back. “will we make it back in time for the movie?”

“of course! trust me,” he reassures you. you don’t trust him, of course. yet at the same time you jut out your lips, you let your fingers interlock with his so he can pull you, and kotaro shoots you a grin—the same one he always has around you, still coming as easily as spoiling and loving you seemed to.

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Same pairing as "I got you". When I first wrote these, I also wrote a hefty chunk of an entire Simon Riley series that just ended up sitting in my drafts. I've been editing it slowly and now it's being uploaded.

Simon Riley/female reader Part of the Sassy series - 4.2k words - AO3 Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, pregnancy, pregnant reader, blow job, praise kink, blood, violence, injury, PTSD, anxiety, trust issues. Simon is bad at feelings. Soap is a good friend. POV switches. Soap gives Simon a picture.

There’s a gun in your nightstand. You don’t use it, ever. You don’t need it, haven’t needed it, haven’t touched it. You think, after the baby comes, you’ll put it away for good. Bury it in a locked box somewhere beneath a pile of boxes in the basement.

Speaking of boxes, you’re standing in a sea of them. Different boxes for different parts of the crib, dresser, and little bookshelf. The old recliner you used to have downstairs is up here now, nestled in the corner next to where you think you’re going to put the crib. It’s not a rocking chair, but it will have to do. It’s a sage green, the soft hue calming to your nerves, which you think helps the baby. Your baby, who the internet says is the size of a banana and can hear your heartbeat, who likes to kick you in your ribs at all hours of the night. You rub your palm over your belly as you shift your weight, staring down at the instructions for the wood paneling of the bookcase. You’re rotating the shiny paper in your hand, trying to understand which piece fits to which when your doorbell rings.

You frown. You weren’t expecting anyone. You didn’t really have friends, anyone who would visit.

Your mind wanders to the gun for a split second, but you shake it off. You’re home. You’re not in danger. There is nothing to fear. The mantra grounds you, solidifies you enough that you make your way down the stairs and peek through the peephole in the door.

When you see Soap’s face on the other side, you can practically feel your blood pressure drop.

“Hey, Johnny.” You say in greeting, face apprehensive. He lights up when you open the door, and then freezes like you’ve shot him.

“Sassafras.” He whispers in disbelief. You sigh, and step to the side.

“By yourself?” Soap stares at you like you’re nuts. You nod.

“Yeah… not like I could get in contact. Not like I wanted to, either.” He grimaces.

“So, he has no idea, you’re having his kid… you’re five months pregnant, and he doesn’t know.” You scoff.

“You make it sound like I’m helpless.” He looks from you to the pile of furniture pieces on the ground at your feet, and then to the screwdriver in his hand.

“You’re not helpless, lass.” He says softly, eyes sympathetic as they glance over your belly. “But this is a lot, for anyone to do alone.”

Later, you and Johnny sit on your back porch. He sips a beer; you drink a decaf iced tea. Bugs chirp in the grass of your little yard, the yellow glow of the string lights that you managed to get up twinkle above your heads.

“So, what’re you havin’?”

“It’s a boy.” You whisper, smile on your lips. You remembered when the doctor told you, remembered everything you felt when she said those three words. You were so… angry. How dare the universe give you a boy? How dare it give you the reminder, the carbon copy of a ghost.

Now, you’re not angry so much anymore. Only sometimes when you think about how he forced you away. How he ruined your rep with Price just to get rid of you. How he held you the last time, body pressed to yours, nose smashed against your cheek.

You’re not angry when you think about the baby. His son. Yours. You love him, already. You knew you loved him the day you decided you were going to keep him. He was your baby. Yours to love. To protect. You weren’t going to let the memories of his dad get in that way of that. You weren’t going to let yourself be haunted.

Johnny stays for a few days, sleeps on the couch. He helps you build the crib, and the dresser, and the bookshelf. You two spend the time catching up, reminiscing about the time you spent together, tromping halfway around the world.

“Trauma bonded.” You joke with an elbow to his stomach, on the good side. Not the side that he took the piece of shrapnel to that shredded his abdomen.

“Never thanked you that day. Saved my life.” 

“You saved mine too. We’re even.” 

When he says goodbye, you give him an ultrasound picture. You have a ton, at least six tacked to your fridge. You watch his eyes get a little misty, and you laugh.

“Come on Johnny. It’s just a picture.”

“Yeah. Of yours… and LT’s… kid.” He practically chokes on the last word, and you roll your eyes.

“Come back and see us, okay? Little guy will need an uncle.” His lips part and the he swallows before hectically nodding, sputtering promises about coming to visit as much as he can. He gives you a cell number, his, to call if you need anything or want to talk.

“Can’t imagine you’ll be available too often.” There’s no way. The 141 has a no contact rule, no communication. It’s for their safety, and everyone else’s. You both know this. He rubs his neck with a frown.

“Yah lass. But I’m still here if you need anything.” He gives you another hug before tucking the picture into a pocket and stepping off your front stoop.

If you had known what he was going to do with it, you would have never given it to him.

Simon parks two blocks away, worn print of a black blob in his hands. The edges are starting to fray, the two pieces peeling away from each other from overuse, being held too much. He’s been holding this picture in an iron grip for over a month, pulling it out from the pocket in his vest to stare at it until he forces himself to look away.

He remembers the night he got it, the night everything shifted, when the world tilted on its axis.

“LT.” Johnny had called to him that day, sought him out immediately after he got back. He didn’t want to see Johnny, didn’t want to hear what he had to say. He knew where he went. He knew he had wanted to visit you; see how you were doing.

See if you were okay. After what he did.

“I need her gone.” He had told Price, voice full of conviction. You were a distraction. A liability. Sure, you had every right to be there, but he didn’t care. He had seniority and he couldn’t think clearly. Couldn’t work. You were everywhere, in his mind, on his skin. He felt like he needed you. He tried to break himself of it at first, tried to cast you out. Disappeared on you without a word, hoping you’d give up on him. But after the bombing, the one that almost killed Johnny, and almost killed you, he couldn’t do it anymore. He could still hear the buzz of the comms, the dead silence echoing back to him when he called for you, over and over. It played on repeat in his nightmares. It dredged up old memories, reopened the scars in his mind of other losses, terrible losses that he’d never escape.

“Ghost.” Johnny’s voice was sharp, urgent. Like he sounds when something’s gone wrong. “LT, stop. I needa talk to ya.” Simon turns, stomach full of dread. He can’t place the expression on Johnny’s face. It’s grim, sure. But there’s something underneath that’s gleeful, excited. It puts him on edge, and he grunts.

“What?” There’s something in Johnny’s hand, a folded piece of paper, and he thrusts it into his chest. “What’s this?” It’s a picture of a blob with some dates at the top. There’s a name too, one he doesn’t recognize.

“Your son.” 

Simon doesn’t remember a lot after that. He remembers finding a chair to slump over in, remembers staring at the ultrasound picture for a long time. Long enough that the sun went down, Johnny’s voice filtering in and out of his ears as he fought the rising panic in his chest. “- she’s doing okay but seems tired. She was trying to put the nursery together when I showed up-“  Nursery. A Nursery, like where a baby sleeps. A baby. His baby. His kid. Your kid. You were having his kid. “and she gets sick in the mornings, I could hear her throwing up from the couch but other than that she says she’s got it handled. I think-“ You were having his baby. You were making him a…. father. His mind stumbled over the word. Buried memories of his own father fought to rise to the surface, and vomit tried to crawl up his mouth. His lungs felt like they were drowning in concrete. His ears were suddenly ringing. “Ghost?” Johnny reached for his shoulder, and he pushed him away, harder than he needed to. “Whoa. Hey, LT.” 

“Johnny. Shut the hell up.” 

He spent the next month with the picture tucked close to his chest. He pulls it out at night, or when he’s sitting in the same spot for an extended period of time, waiting. He stares at the image, trying to work out if those are toes, or fingers, or a face. He wonders if you’re okay, if you’re taking care of yourself, if you need him. He stares at your name printed at the top, the name that he didn’t know, until now. The one you never wanted to give him, and he never understood why.

“You don’t show me your face.” you countered him one night after he made you come until you lost count, and he glowered in response, lips still wet with the taste of your cunt. The truth was, he wanted to show you his face. Wanted to take you away from the god-awful city the 141 was working through, hide you away somewhere safe and show you his face, let you memorize it the way he memorized yours.

He realized, with a carnivorous pit opening in his stomach, since he knew your name now, he could find you.

And if he could find you, others might be able to, too.

He parked two blocks away because he didn’t want to spook you. He didn’t think you’d take too kindly to a stranger pulling into your driveway at night, and he figured you’d take less kindly if that stranger was him. So, he walks. He walks down your street, eyes cataloging every house on the block, every car. Which houses have soccer nets and toys in the yard. What the speed limit was. When the last time the street had been paved or had its potholes patched. He listens to how many dogs are barking, how many engines are starting or already running. He distracts himself with it, the awareness, until he’s stepping up onto your stoop, hand hovering above your doorbell.

When you open the door, your mouth goes slack, and you stare at him like you’re seeing a ghost. He swallows, throat dry, words jammed behind his tongue. You look… off. Different. Sick. You’ve got dark circles under your eyes, and you seem exhausted.

“Simon.” You say, voice half a whisper. He’s about to say hi, say sorry, say ‘can I come in?’ when he looks the rest of you over quickly and sees your belly for the first time. It’s swollen behind a sweatshirt that’s just a little bit too big, and he watches as your hand moves to rest on top of it protectively.

“Sass.” He croaks. You sigh.

“Want to come in?”

You’re dreaming of a memory. You know you are. You remember, this, this night, like it just happened yesterday. You’re on your knees, crowded against Ghost in a shitty dive bar bathroom. The music is thumping loudly through the walls, the floor sticking to your boots. 

“Thas’ it.” He mumbles, hand folding over your hair as you rock back and forth. Your mouth is stuffed full of him, lips stretched and cracked, drool dripping down your chin. So full, you can’t even flatten your tongue against your molars, but you think he likes the scrape by the way he groans every time he touches the back of your throat. “Bloody hell, Sass.” His fingers flexed against your scalp, and you feel the muscles is his legs tightening. He’s close, you can feel it, so you swallow him deeper until your eyes are leaking tears and he’s panting harshly. “That’s a good girl, just like that, so-“ He floods your throat with his come, salt and sweet and metallic filling your senses as it spills down into your stomach. He pulls you up to standing, pushing your back against the wall while he tucks himself back into his pants, and you’re about to tease him for being so quick off the mark when a fist pounds against the door, Soap’s voice on the other side. 

“We got a hit.” 

“Now?” you whisper, and Ghost shrugs. The 141 has been here for three weeks, tailing some small fish arms dealer, waiting for him to meet with his big fish buyer. He rights his mask, calloused fingers coming forward to adjust the collar of your shirt. 

“You keep your eyes open for me, yeah?” His touch traces along your cheek, and there’s something wild running beneath the surface of his skin, something you can just barely see. You nod quickly. 

“Yeah, Simon. I’ll keep em open.” 

The dream shifts. You’re sprinting down the street behind little fish, after he got spooked and tried to take off. He ran in your direction. You were the only option.

“Northwest!” you spit into your comms, rapidly changing direction as he does. He turns left, and then right, and then left until you’re in an outdoor market, turning in a circle as you realize you lost sight of him.

“Sassy, report.” Price calls and you swallow against your heaving breaths.

“Lost him. I’m at… don’t know. Don’t have coordinates. Some outdoor market.”

“Roger. Make your way east, we’ll scoop you.” You sigh in relief. You were a bomb tech, not a sprinter, and certainly not a stealth operator. You give another cursory glance around before turning to leave.

That’s when the shots ring out. Small pings that turn into loud screams as people run in every direction. Inwardly, you groan, and find yourself wishing you were still on the sticky bathroom floor with Simon’s cock in your mouth. Instead, you’re out here, out of breath, dodging bullets.

You duck behind a stall to pull your gun free.

“I’m taking fire.” You speak into the comms, fidgeting with your gun as you hunch over.

“Repeat.” It’s Ghost. His voice is tense, strung tight.

“Taking-“ bullets whiz by you and you pause, but keep the line open. “fire. They’re on top of one of these buildings.” It’s radio silence for a few seconds as you crawl along the stalls, low to the ground. There’s an alley a good hundred feet away, and you definitely could make it.

“Hold your position, Sass.” 

“Affirmative.” You sprint for the gap between buildings, pinning close to the wall and settling into a crouch, finger light on the trigger. You want to ask why you’re holding, but the answer comes when you hear responding fire, echo for echo against whoever’s on the roof. Price calls for you, seeking your location, and you answer quickly.

Two minutes later, Ghost is kneeling in front of you, gripping your tac vest and shoving you behind the blockade that is his body. He leads you out of the alley, steps slow and sure, confident…  until you hear a pop, and then a shout. 

The dream shifts, again. You’re standing in the med tent with your arms crossed while he’s getting a slug dug out of his shoulder, eyes tight behind the mask. He’s saying something to you, but the words are mush coming out of his mouth, slurred together and off beat. The medic gives him a nod when he leaves, and you release a breath

“I’m alright, Sass. It’s nothin’. C’mere.” A big hand finds yours. More words, jumbled nonsense. 

A doorbell rings from behind you, towards the front of the med tent and you frown. 

A doorbell. 

Your eyes open and you sit up in bed, curling over your ever-present bump that seems to get in the way of everything right now. You had heard a doorbell, right? You pull the ratty old sweatshirt over your body and creep down the stairs to check the door. It’s ten o’clock at night, for Christ’s sake. Who could it be? 

Fucking. Soap. You curse the Scot in your head. No good, piece of shit, sweetheart John MacTavish and his bleeding heart of gold, god damn him, you’re gonna- 

Simon clears his throat behind you, from where he stands, his massive body shifting uncomfortably in your living room. You close your eyes and try to breathe through your nose. Anxiety builds in your stomach, fear prickling along your scalp. What does he want? A dark thought shudders through you, the realization that if Simon Riley wanted, he could take your son. He could wait you out, disappear with him, and never be seen again. Two ghosts.

“Simon-“

“Were you gonna tell me, Sass?” He has the gall to sound put out, indignant, and you take another deep breath to calm yourself.

“That’s a joke, right?” You turn, face pinched with irritation. “You know, maybe I could have told you, if you hadn’t gotten me fired, if you hadn’t gone and destroyed my credibility with Price.”

“You went on bloody leave, and your credibility is not destroyed.”

“Yeah, sure.” You roll your eyes and then take a second to look at him, closely. His massive legs are straining in a pair of jeans, black sweatshirt with a hood pulled over his head and the infamous balaclava. He’s not wearing the paint, which surprises you, but you keep it to yourself. He looks good, and your hormones rush in your blood.

You don’t care. Just deliver the speech and give him what he wants. The out. 

“How-“ he starts but you cut him off. He’s not in control here, you are. 

“Am I? Or how far along am I?” He says nothing. “I’m okay. And I’m just over six months.” Your hand strokes your belly almost subconsciously, trying to settle the incessant kicking. He tracks you with his eyes, watching your palm move back and forth. You sigh. “Do you want to sit?” You motion to the couch, and he nods, slowly, lowering himself down next to you, posture rigid and stiff. He looks so uncomfortable, you almost laugh. “Look, Ghost-“

“Simon.” Simon. His accent is thick when he corrects you, and something tightens in your heart.

“Simon, you don’t have to do this. We don’t need anything from you. You’re off the hook.” His head snaps from the clenched fists that sit in his lap to your face. “I can do this. You don’t even have to be on the birth certificate. I have it all handled.” Lie. You’re lying to him, straight to his face, but he doesn’t know that. You don’t want him to know that you don’t have it handled. That you could be on bedrest in a matter of weeks, that you’re sick all the time and your PTSD is lingering in the back of your mind like a monster, waiting for you, watching for the moment you break so it can devour you whole.

“Who’s we?” his question snaps you out of your spiral.

“What?”

“You said ‘we don’t need anything from you’, who’s we? Is there someone else?” The words cut. They’re sharp, expectant, and he takes another look around the house. You know he’s already catalogued it, already looked for signs of another, checked to see if anything was amiss.  For a moment, you’re tempted to tell him there is someone else in your life, someone else in your bed. Someone holding your hand at all the appointments, someone rubbing your back as you chuck your entire stomach into the toilet every morning.

“N-no. It’s just me and-“

“Our son.” He finishes for you, and you close your eyes again against the swell of anger.

“My son.” You snap and if possible, his body gets even more tense. Your skin crawls under the sweatshirt and you stand abruptly, desperate to put distance between the two of you. “He’s my son, my baby. You haven’t been here; you have no right to just waltz in here like nothing’s wrong or like you have some claim to him.”

“I put him in ya, Sass. He’s my kid too.” Your breath catches in your throat. His entitlement burns in your blood, and you want to lash out. You have half a mind to hit him, strike him as hard as you can in hopes that maybe he’ll get the hint and leave you alone.

“You screwed me, Ghost.” You hiss his call sign, reverting back to it, distancing yourself from the man behind the mask. “I don’t know why you’re even here. You used me, then you treated me like trash and kicked me to the curb. Don’t pretend like you care now.” He stands from the couch, fingers raking down his thighs. You take a step back immediately.

“I wronged you. I know you hate me, but we should talk about-“

“Don’t. Just, let’s not do this, okay? We’re fine without you. We’re okay on our own. You don’t have to be here.” Silence fills the air between you two, and you curl your fingers into fists before you turn on your heel and stalk into the kitchen. Your hands are shaking, and you lean against the countertop to steady yourself, head spinning when you close your eyes. Why is he doing this? The floor creaks beneath his steps, and he turns the corner into the kitchen, coming to stand in front of you. He dwarfs you, and the size difference that used to thrill you now fills you with anxiety. You were going to have to give birth to his baby, after all. His giant, 94% percentile “large for gestational age” baby, as your doctor called it. He huffs a breath, and you glance up at him, noticing the furrow of his brow, the tense lines of his muscles. He looks nervous. 

“I- I’d like… I want to show you something.” Without giving you a chance to respond, he reaches for the bottom of the balaclava, peeling it up his neck before pulling free of it completely. Your brain short circuits. What, did he just… what? Your mouth drops open in shock as you stare. You can feel your heartrate increasing, and you blink in disbelief. He’s so… handsome. Handsome in a way you weren’t expecting. Not soft but, gentle in a way that surprises you. Strong nose, small scar on his cheek.

“Simon.” You whisper. He takes a hesitant step towards you, and then another when you don’t move away. He says your name, your real name. Not Sass, and you freeze where you stand. He knows your name. 

“It’s on the ultrasound.” He murmurs. He’s still standing so close to you, you can smell him, can feel the heat radiating from his skin.

“Simon-“

“I’m mad for ya. Always have been. If you give me a chance, I’d-“

“Stop.” You cut him off before he can say anything else, before he can wear you down even more. “I… this… it’s complicated and… it’s late. I’m tired.” Cop out. You weren’t mentally prepared for this. You had hoped you would never have to have this conversation, you assumed you’d never see him again.

“Okay.” You breathe a sigh of relief when he relents so easily. Simon was used to executing and resulting, immediately and favorably. “I’m staying close.” Your sigh of relief catches in your chest. Fuck. “I’ll come by… tomorrow.” It’s not a request, but you’re too tired to argue.

“Okay.” You agree. You can button this up tomorrow. You can figure out what he wants and then send him on his way, get rid of him. You’re not giving into him, into whatever this is, so easily, just because he took the mask off. You can-

“Sass.” His hand is reaching towards your belly, and he’s watching you with an almost hopeful, longing expression. It’s hard to tell, because you’ve only ever been able to see his eyes. Now, the eyes that you were so used to interpreting on their own had suddenly become much more complex. “Can I?”

“Um. Uh… sure.” You’re treading into dangerous territory here, but you can’t find it in yourself to refuse him. Our son. His words from earlier echo in your mind. His palm presses to your skin, resting softly against the swell, thumb stroking into your sweatshirt. There’s a kick, a soft one, right near his hand, and you watch his face change, the mystery and wonder encompassing it sparking pesky hormone tears behind your eyes. Oh no. Don’t cry. Don’t fucking cry. You try to hold them back, but it’s useless. You’re staring at his face, his whole, unguarded, unmasked face while he feels his son kick for the first time.

It's too much. You step back.

He clears his throat.

“Right. Well, tomorrow then.”

The next fic in this series is here.

[liannelara-dracula]

Where they like to do it?

description: basically locations where the diaboys would have sex with their lover/gf.

note** Obviously the bed is a common spot so I won't mention it for all.

hi all, I thought this would be really fun to talk about. I came up with it a week ago in my bed, laying down out of pure boredom, and decided to work on it today. So just a gift to you all with me being busy consistently.

-Liannelara

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Prompt

Requests are open

Rules

Warning:

slight nsfw

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Sakamaki

Shu:

on the living room sofa

and if his brothers walk in its a plus for him

he's too lazy to move

Another common place is his room either on the bed or the floor.

music room

Mausoleum bc if he's there and you're there, he's too lazy to move

plus there are plenty of benches to sit on there and with the cold stone hitting your skin he can see your reaction.

(That one episode in season one of DL, we see Shu in a Mausoleum in which he is greeted by Yui. Since it's one of the places he goes to outside of the mansion, it's possible he'd have sex there if he happened to find himself there)

Reiji:

Normally his bed

but if you push him or its a full moon, its his lab

And if he gets really bold he'll leave the door slightly open

Just so if his brothers walk by they can hear and slightly witness his dearest underneath him.

Other times it's against his bookshelf

Or on his work desk/lab bench

Bathtub--he will casually walk in on you having a warm bath and from helping you clean to fingering you and then it goes further than that.

And then very rarely the shower.

dining room after all his brothers have left for the 'monthly dinner party' that they have and you are left to help clean up, he can't keep to himself because of your nice dress and appearance.

Laito:

anywhere...

Church, it was wrong😭

school--the locker room

Piano and piano bench and just the music room in the mansion itself.

By the fireplace

the school rooftop

Kanato:

his room usually on the bed with the millions of pillows he has to support his princess's body

out by a lake with moonlight (canon) so on the grass

outside of his room in the hall (wall sex)

And if his brothers see him, he absolutely loves it.

the balcony against the railing or on the wall (not in a way that you'd fall, he's too careful)

the rose garden

graveyard (mostly does this with a bride)

scheduled room in school

his doll room (with a bride only)

Ayato:

he's an almost anywhere kind of guy, but unlike Laito he has some limits.

the pool area in the mansion

school locker room and empty classroom

the gym matt

his closet

in one of the dungeon cells (with a bride only)

Subaru:

in a subaru, kill me

the rose garden up against the wall of the mansion.

his coffin

the shower

no bed, unless its yours

he's pretty private about this since he won't want his brothers to watch

but if he's certain no one is around he will do it somewhere at school

Kino:

his gaming room... where ever that may be...

this guy probably lives under a bridge

locker room

closet, anywhere sneaky tbh

really similar to Ayato because they have the same places it's not surprising if they have run into each other.

Mukami

Ruki:

the red room ;)

against the bookshelf

the school library

kitchen

in front of the mirror

bathroom counter/mirror

by the dresser in your bedroom, or behind the dividers used when you are changing into clothes.

limo, when none of his brothers are there or if you're leaving school early

your parent's house, if he was over and meeting them and felt needy with you around.

Yuma:

his garden

the shed!

up against a tree

grass fields

on a boat, if there is a lake nearby the mansion he has a small boat there and you can best bet you two have done it there a few times

especially when his brothers have been bothering him all day every time you two have tried to have some intimacy for the day

kitchen tiles

or by the window in his room, hardly ever on the bed--he's too adventurous.

bathtub/shower

he'd even do it on the staircase if it was possible

and if Kou walks in on it, it's a plus.

"Yeah, he can't do what I do." He'd boast.

Kou:

the floor of his room

the car/limo

Bed

school rooftop

if you're with him at work it's backstage or the dressing room

Azusa:

he's simple and he doesn't do it just anywhere

bed

sofa

bathtub

Tsukinami

Carla:

bed, because he believes it's the proper way to create children.

plus he's very traditional given how old he is, lol.

although he sometimes bends the rules

a secluded area at school like somewhere that is empty

a secret room in his castle

the bathtub/shower when he really can't wait.

behind the dividers used when you are changing into clothes.

Shin:

like his older brother, Shin usually does on the bed because he believes it's the most effective and proper way for you to conceive.

Even if it's not your main goal it's what he always reminds you about because he's old-fashioned.

but so are the rest of these mfs

the mirror, his mirror

up against a tree

the forest

by or in a lake

in the rain

your room (he likes it more than his) on the floor

supply closet at school (canon, he was going to do it there)

the bathtub, if he finds himself around and he's really needy.

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Missing Blanket

husband!dad!miguel x blackcoded!reader

tags: fluff🤭

summary: when miguel loses gabriella’s favorite blanket, all hell breaks loose.

wc: 1k words

notes: gabriella is a daddy’s girl, i could give miguel the family he wants, beta read

beta reader comments: aww thats so cute, not Miguel got the credit

Miguel was screwed. Utterly screwed. Your daughter Gabriella was having a fit because Miguel had lost her favorite blanket. Miguel was looking high and low, far and wide for this blanket. You still wouldn’t be home for another hour or so, so he was by himself. He holds Gabriella to his chest as he looks for her favorite yellow blanket.

“Shh, it’s okay. I’m gonna find your blanket, okay? Daddy’s gonna find it.” He says calmly, trying to soothe her panicked state. Miguel feels terrible seeing his little girl so upset, so he’s on a mission. Miguel is all but turning the house upside down looking for the blanket when he hears the click of the front door lock.

“Miguel? Gabby? Where are y’all?” You ask, a bit frantic at the sound of your daughter’s cries. You spot Miguel holding your daughter and looking frazzled as he whips his head left to right.

“What’s wrong with my baby?” You coo at your daughter, concern painting your features. Gabby lifts her head to look at you before making grabby hands at you, motioning for you to pick her up. You take her into your arms, making a face to ask Miguel ‘what the fuck happened?’

“Daddy can’t find my blanket!” She sobs, answering your question. Your face drops in panic. ‘You did what?!’ you mouth at him. Miguel grimaces. ‘I don’t know! It’s like it just vanished into thin air! I don’t know what to do!’ he mouths back frantically, shrugging. You roll your eyes, sighing as you rub your daughter’s back.

“It’s okay, mommy’s gonna help find it.” You kiss her temple before going to the third floor of your home, checking every room for that damned blanket. You start in the bedroom you and Miguel slept in, sitting your daughter on the bed as you frantically look under the bed, in your dirty clothes hamper, and in your closet to no avail. You grab your daughter and go across the hall to her old nursery, checking the crib, the empty diaper bag, and the dresser full of clothes she couldn’t fit anymore. You leave and go to the bathroom, checking anywhere a blanket could fit, all without success.

You go down to the second floor, first checking Gabriella’s playroom. You look in and behind her dollhouse, check her toy chest, inside her lego bucket, and her small bookshelf only to find nothing. You rush into her room, checking under her pillows, blanket, and bed. Next you go into her drawers, closet and dirty clothes hamper, just to see absolutely nothing. You check the second floor bathroom, doing the same thing you did on the previous floor.

Finally, you get to the first floor. You sit your daughter on the couch as you frantically search with Miguel once more, checking under the couch, under the table of your dining room, in your kitchen, and hall closet. You come back to your living room, plopping on the couch and sighing in defeat before an idea pops up in your head. You snap your head in your husband’s direction.

“Miguel, did you check the basement?” You ask. Miguel looks at you as if you’re crazy.

“The basement, why would I check-” Then it dawned on him. Since he had the day off, Miguel offered to take Gabriella to school and start laundry before the weekend began. Your laundry room was in the basement. The two of you rush down to your basement and Miguel opens the dryer to see the very catalyst for your daughter's distress. The two of you sigh in relief.

“Look Gabby, daddy has your blanket!” You say, pointing to an exhausted Miguel who was holding the yellow blanket. Gabriella’s cries cease almost immediately when she sees her blanket in her father’s hands. Miguel hands her the blanket with a kiss on her forehead.

“Thank you, daddy.” She says, wiping her tears and quickly grabbing the blanket before nuzzling her face into it. Miguel pinches her cheek gently with a small smile.

“Thank you, honey.” Miguel winks at you, kissing your cheek as he takes Gabriella into his arms. You roll your eyes playfully, a little bitter that your husband got all the credit for your idea.

You all walk back up the stairs together. Gabby’s face was smiley and satisfied, very different from the tired but fairly relieved expression you and Miguel shared.

“Mommy, I’m hungry. What’s for dinner?” Gabby asks poking you every other syllable. You shrug before playfully nibbling her finger, resulting in a fit of laughter from her.

“I don’t know girl, ask your father.” Miguel glares at you, resulting in you glaring back. Miguel quickly averts his eyes, visibly intimidated. Since becoming a mom, your death stare has gotten better. Sometimes you’d need it in the store when Gabby was about to have a temper tantrum and she would get it together immediately. Your daughter turns to Miguel.

“Daddy can we get pizza for dinner?” She asks, showing off her trademark large and sparkly puppy eyes. You had to give your daughter her props, she knew how to get what she wanted. She’s also learned that her father was in the palm of her hand fairly quickly. Miguel makes a pained face, clearly torn between not wanting to say yes and not wanting to tell his precious daughter no.

“Okay, I’ll order pizza.” Your husband sighs in defeat, he was no match for the big sparkly brown eyes your daughter had. Gabriella rejoices in victory, doing a little dance and a song.

“We’re getting pizza. We’re getting pizza.” She repeated constantly in a sing-song voice. Miguel rubs his temples, you figured it was a stress induced headache and that Gabriella wasn’t helping.

“Gabby.” You warn. She grins sheepishly before apologizing and continuing her dance quietly, humming her to her tune. You and Miguel laugh quietly at her run of the mill antics.

“That’s your dramatic ass daughter, Miguel.” You snort. Miguel shrugs, shaking his head.

“Sure is.” He grins as he orders the pizza online. After ordering, he tosses his phone onto the coffee table and leans back in his seat.

[yorshie]

Hiii, I love your work! What do you think the turtles would think/feel/react if they notized, after years of relationship with a human (and everything is still going really well) , the lair is full of things for taking care of one, for example lotions, creams, hairbrushes, makeup, etc. Kind of like a realization😂

I don't really mind if it's with poly or separated.

Thank you so much for your amazing writings

Hello! I'm glad you're enjoying my stories so far!

I touched on this a bit in the ask How the Turtles Handle Romance, in Mikey's section, but you certainly don't have to twist my arm too much to get me to write more oblivious light bulb moments for these sweet turtles! I went with each turtle having a separate realization, though you are more than welcome to imagine it's a poly relationship and they're just having private epiphanies. (though I will admit that is a lot of hairbrushes to just leave lying around)

Bayverse TMNT x GNreader (kinda Fem? Idk everyone has hairbrushes, right?), SFW, turtles are 24-25

tag list: @jackalope-in-a-storm @tmnt-tychou @justalotoffanfiction ..... if i left you out I'm sorry burnt out kinda threw my tag list outa wack so just let me know if you wanna be tagged in general or if it was just that story in particular

Raphael

Another week gone by, and once again Raph set aside the time to clean up his room. He put all the clothes in the hamper, pulled the sheets off the bed and stretched fresh ones over the plush mattress. He straitened up all the knicknacks along his shelves and made sure his mini fridge was stocked with the sodas you both favored and the little ice creams you liked to eat at night.

He did laundry, grumbling at the monotony of the task. He folded his clothes neatly though, setting aside your smaller shorts and underthings whenever he found them. He added another large shirt to your pile, knowing that even if it started off as his you'd be eyeing it as a sleep shirt the moment you opened his drawer tomorrow night...

He eyed the pile, before clearing out one of the top drawers in his long dresser and setting them inside. When he scooped up your hair brush and lotion bottle, he added them to the drawer, but the three books that he found tucked under the edge of his bed went in a neat stack on top of the dresser next to his comics.

He paused, folding the blanket you liked to cuddle with, before dropping it to rest on top of the knitted red one at the foot of his bed. Picked up your fuzzy socks and tucked them next to his in the box by the door where you'd see them.

Finally done, Raph surveyed the space, eyeing the way your items had their proper place in his room, before a soft smile broke out across his face. He'd have to ask, but knowing you, you'd probably only giggle and say "about time, Red." but- he'd ask, and that was the most important part.

Leonardo

Leo sat his hamper on the end of his bed, slowly gathering the pre-folded items inside, tucking each in their rightful place, until he was left with the significantly smaller articles at the bottom that you had left in his space over the course of the last couple of months.

He gave a soft little smile, an idea sparking, and he went to his dresser, adding the brush and hair clips you'd left last week to the basket. He snagged the hoodie that swamped you next, something he hadn't been able to work over his shell the last couple of years but you'd savored the softened fabric as a barrier against the chill when sleeping over, and folded it carefully to hide your underthings underneath.

He nodded, satisfied, turning and straightening the little bits in his room that had gotten moved over the course of the day. He found another pair of your socks under his bed, and, after a careful sniff, he tucked them into each other and tossed them into the basket. At the bookshelf he eyed the couple of books he needed to return to you, and wondered if he could get you to lend him the current book you were reading when you were done. He wound the cords you both used to charge your phones up into neat little circles, pausing once more when his knuckle brushed the book he had just been thinking about where it sat innocently on his bedside table.

Leo tilted his head, looked over his shoulder at the basket, and after a bare moment's hesitation he moved to look down at all the little items stacked and folded neatly inside.

He'd have to talk to you, properly, but for now he returned the books to the dresser and set your hair brush and clips carefully on top of his dresser where you could easily find them. Your clothes, he cleared out what used to be his secret snack drawer, mentally thinking he'd have to ask Donnie to order a mini fridge for himself as he tucked your clothes neatly inside, silently happy that your belongings had found space so easily in his room.

Donatello

Donnie flopped on his bed, finally, burrowing into the latent warmth you'd left in his sheets and sighing dreamily. He'd clean later, maybe, but now he just wanted to crash for a few hours so he'd be functioning when you came to visit in the evening.

Though, trying to drift off, something poked him uncomfortably in the shin. With a grumble he contorted, pushing the item up with his knee and grabbing it. Fingers running along the edge, he realized it was a hair brush, and brought it up to quint at before he realized it was yours. With a shrug, he set it on his cramped bedside table, almost knocking over your lotion and the little lamp you had added to have a little more reading light last month. He caught the object at the last minute, setting it on the floor to avoid an accident before winding his long arms underneath the extra pillows you'd decorated his bed with over the months.

It was so soft, now with all the extra blankets and small comforts, smelling of you and it caused a small churr to float from his chest. Donnie knew he'd be curled up in your arms tonight, but right now, surrounded by your scent, he could almost imagine your body pressed up against his side. It was a feeling he never took for granted, tallied in a mental calendar exactly how often he got to indulge in the sensation. Tonight, for sure, and at least three times next week....

His eyes opened slowly, squinting, calculating. He... could change that, if he really wanted. Surely enough time had past in the relationship. He set his chin on top of his fist still buried underneath the pillow, eyes glancing over to fixate on the small bundle of comfy clothes you left on top of his dresser. Mentally, he calculated his timetable, moving virtual chess pieces around until the plan started to line up to his satisfaction.

Smiling, just a touch, he closed his eyes once more, pulling the pillow closer to his beak and inhaling deeply. Tonight, he'd broach the subject, and if he was lucky he'd wake up with you against him every morning.

Michelangelo

Mikey often just assumed you knew where everything you left at the Lair ended up. When you came in, usually asking after a certain hairband or a particular sketchbook, he'd just smile and give you the same answer every time, a variation of: "it's in my room, sweetness, in it's spot."

He took pride in the fact that your belongings melded with his. He loved leaving little doodles slipped in between the pages of your books before setting them next to the stacks of comics he kept on his shelves. Never failed to wind your hair bobs back onto the handle of your brush whenever he came across them in the bathroom or in the living room before tucking it into the drawer he'd set aside for your use the first time he managed to invite you over to spend the night.

And on the rare days Mikey woke up alone, with only a pillow to cuddle and whisper good morning too, he would remind himself that he really needed to talk to you about making things permanent. Making things with him permanent. He had no doubt you'd say yes, but the nerves of actually asking never failed to send butterflies tickling the inside of his plastron.

He could do this though, he could ask you this simple question. He pepped talked himself through folding laundry, moving on autopilot to toss your folded clothes in the correct drawers next to his own. He gave himself a strict talking to about staying on point while fishing out loose pillows from underneath his bed and making sure all blankets were accounted for if not perfectly folded. He even straightened up the game area, dusted off the cases you'd gotten him over time and the game console you'd gifted him for his 'mutation day'...

He paused, giddy, holding one of the custom orange controllers, laughing at himself as he set the device back on its charging station. He was being silly, he knew. Of course you'd say yes.

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Kinkmas 3

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

A/N: I think this one may be one of my favorites this time around. Stockings feel like a very Jake thing.

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Pairing: Jake x Fem!Human!Reader

Warnings: P in V, Oral (F Receiving), Creampie, Age Gap (Reader is 25, Jake is 38)

Stupid. How could you have let it get this bad? You know you’ve been busy and preoccupied with the various projects you’ve been working on around the lab lately, but you didn’t realize how badly distracted you’ve been until you had to get dressed this morning. Rummaging through your dresser for underwear only to find that you had no more clean pairs. All of them tossed lazily into your growing laundry pile in the corner. 

You needed something and somehow, the only thing you managed to find was a pair of black stockings tucked away deep in your sock drawer. You figured having something to cover you was better than nothing, but you’re starting to have some second thoughts. Somehow, wearing them without anything else feels…erotic. Despite being completely covered by your skirt, you still feel as if everyone knows. But that’s just your own paranoia. At least, you hope it is. 

To make matters even worse, Jake is here today. Something about providing samples for the lab. When you walk through the doors and see him, it’s like there’s suddenly fire behind your cheeks. You can’t help but remember the last time he came by the lab and you ended up wearing your knees as earmuffs.

The second his eyes are on you, you can feel the tension radiating off of him. His tail flicks excitedly behind him and his ears swivel back and forth as he eyes you up and down. You immediately know that he’s plotting a way to get you alone as soon as possible. 

He quickly excuses himself from the conversation he was in to make his way over to you at your desk. There are still a lot of eyes around so he has to play this as casual as he possibly can. 

“Hey kid, Kiri said to ask you for some book that you were gonna let her borrow.” He peers down at you with expectant eyes and it’s nearly impossible to clench your thighs any tighter together. Not that it matters. You can tell from the way his nose twitches that he can still smell the arousal soaking through the thin mesh fabric of your stockings. 

“Right, it’s on my bookshelf”, you clear your throat hoping to clear the lump that seems to have formed there. Standing from your spot, you quickly adjust your skirt back down and lead him out of the lab and down the corridor. You pass people here and there and try not to look them in the eye meanwhile Jake is all smiles with everyone. 

When you finally make it to your room, you watch from the corner of your eye how Jake has to bend down to fit through the door frame. The sheer size of him makes a nervous excitement settle in your stomach knowing what was coming. 

The second the door slides closed behind him, Jake is immediately on you and bending you over on your bed. 

“Ah! J-Jake!” but before you can get another word out, he’s flipped your skirt up, dropped to his knees behind you, and buried his face into your cunt through the barely-there fabric. An embarrassing whimper leaves your lips when he licks long stripes up the length of your pussy.

“Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me.” he says using his hands on your ass to grip and spread your cheeks while he admires the view. 

“I need these out of my way now.”

“W-wait, what are you–” you’re cut off by the sound of fabric ripping and the sensation of air against your slick covered cunt. 

“Jake!” “I’ll get you new ones later” he quips back smacking a hand across your ass. He takes a moment to admire the way that the soft flesh of your ass and thighs spills out between the tears in the stockings. You can feel the thick tip of his dick drag itself through your slick before he slowly starts to push into you. A nearly silent scream jumps from your mouth at the sheer stretch. Jake groans behind you feeling the way your gummy walls hug around him tight with just the right amount of give. A strong hand rests on your lower back keeping you held in place for him to drag his hips back and let you feel every inch of him as he carves out the perfect spot for himself inside you.

“Mmf! Jake…ah!”

His ears twitch at the sound of his name on your lips in ecstasy. He can’t hold himself back from starting to rut into you harder. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the silence in your room and every thrust pushes a new sound from your mouth. 

“Don’t be too loud, baby girl. Imagine what they’d say if they knew you were here all spread open for me, hm?” The smirk on his face is evident knowing fully well that it was near impossible for you to keep quiet right now. 

He leans more of his weight onto you, anchoring you to the mattress. You struggle to find your footing as the stockings keep making you slip across the smooth surface of your floor. 

From this new angle, he hits the spot that makes your back arch and your hips push back onto him further.

“Ah! J-Jake, I’m gonna cum!” 

A growl rumbles in his chest over you. His strokes get stronger trying to coax your release out of you. After just a few more perfectly placed thrusts, your orgasm rips through you causing your body to convulse and eventually collapse. Jake revels in the sight of your eyes rolling and the thin string of drool falling from your lips as he continues fucking you through your release. 

He mumbles curses under his breath finally spilling his load deep inside you. Jake does his best to not out his full weight on you as he catches his breath and slides out of you. Your legs give out and his seed slowly flows back out of you and onto the floor. 

He gently taps your thigh, “You alright there, kid?” 

You weakly give him a thumbs up signaling that you were indeed more than alright. He chuckles lowly while helping you get back onto the bed. “You should wear these more often, y’know.”

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[dadyscumslutprincess20]

hi! was looking for park chan yeong, and saw your post 🤩 are your requests still open? Could you write something about chan yeong getting really hurt 😭 and then fem!reader taking care of him 🥺? Please 🙏 (english is not my first language, sorry for any mistake and if my ask is not very much to understand)

Chan Yeong X fem reader

Genre: idk honestly 😭

Small summary : After cleaning your small room/living space that you had in the survivors shelter/camp as you decided to read a book as you waited for your boyfriend Park Chan Yeong to arrive

(This one might be short I want to try to get 2 done before taking a nap since I’m not feeling well☹️)

It was some time after noon as you finished rearranging your book shelf, as it was filled with all kinds of books since Park Chan Yeong always make it his priority to bring back at least two books for me to try out

Letting out a soft sigh as you stood to your feet , stretching you arms as you felt your muscles become relaxed , once you got a good stretch

Your eyes quickly scan the small room , there wasn’t much , on the right side of the room , you had a bookshelf that have three shelves full of books , a old broken down dresser that was still useful for your clothes

Looking to the left side of the room , which contained your full sized bed , a small nightstand that had a small lap that lift up the left side of the room

Min the middle there was a small table , which you had your remaining makeup , bottles of water , sketches that you drew out of boredom , pencils that were scattered over the table and a framed photo of you and Chan Yeong

Walking towards the small table that sat in the middle of the room as you pick up the small framed photo , as the corner of your lips start to form in to a small smile

The picture was taken a month before the apocalypse started , you were facing the camera , with a huge smile while you eyes looked as if they sparked through the photo

As Cha Yeong had his arms wrapped around your waist , head hiding in your neck.. you couldn’t tell in the picture but he was also holding a huge smile almost as big as yours , while you held your small poodle in your arms

It was a happy family photo is what you always thought to yourself , slightly smiling as you sit the picture frame back on in its place on the small table

Letting out a small yawn as you head for your bed , heading back for your book shelve , quickly choosing a book as you head for your full sized bed

Climbing in bed as you wrap the warm comforter around your body , quickly opening your book where you last left off as you start to read in silence , ignoring out any noises that came from the hallways

As you were so invested in your book that you didn’t notice the bed room door slowly creek open , as the unknown figure slowly walks into the room , not looking up until you heard some one let out groan a of pain

Quickly sitting your book next to you on the bed as you turn to see a cut and bruised Park Chan Yeong , standing to your feet as you rush to Yeong in a hurry , carefully grabbing both sides of his cheeks in your hands as you turn his head left and right quietly examining Chan Yeong’s face not noticing as he loves at you with love

Grabbing a hold of his arm as you quickly pull him towards the bed giving him a slight push as he falls to a seating position, eyes watching as you head for the dresser , taking out a first ad kit from the very top drawer , quickly heading for Chan Yeong as you sit on his lap carefully as you place each leg at his side coming face to face with Chan Yeong

Silently looking down as you open the first ad kit , grabbing a cotton ball as you pour a good amount of disinfectant, carefully taking the cotton ball as you softly dab the cut that was at the right corner o his lip

Taking a new cotton ball as you do the same with the disinfectant now cleaning the cut above his eyes which seemed to lose lots of blood

Once you were finished you take a bit of ointment to put over the now clean cuts , as tears starts to build in your eyes , also why falling down your checks as you think of something bad happening to Cha Yeong that would leave you all alone

As if sensing your thoughts Chan Yeong slowly raise his right hand as he softly wipes away your tears

“I’m okay..don’t cry” Chan Yeong says as he gives your check as soft kiss , softly pulling you into his in-brace as he lays back on the bed not letting you go once as your softly cry yourself to sleep knowing that he was now safe with you

[virginsexgod69]

4| Mourning

pairing Daryl Dixon x F! Reader

summary Sunny skies reemerge and Daryl is tasked with the decision to stay or go.

cw mention of child loss, crying, sadness

1.1k words

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Daryl was almost disappointed to see that behind the first locked door was a child’s bedroom. Inside was a twin bed with a blue comforter, the same shade of blue that the rug with little dinosaurs on it was. The dresser by the window had a few trophies on it as well as a few toys. As he scanned the room, he looked for possible places you could’ve hidden his stuff. It was unlikely that it would fit in the small bedside bookshelf but it could possibly be in the toy box that sat alongside the wall. You hurried out the room with a morose look upon your face and pushed past him before unlocking the second door. Your focus wasn’t on him, so now would have been the perfect time for him to search the bedroom in hope of finding his weapons, but, when he heard a gut wrenching sob come from the other room, he abandoned his plans. 

 When he peeked his head in the doorway of the other room, the first thing he saw was a tree sticking through the broken window. He could feel the coldness of the wind and rain blowing into the house. When he looked down, he saw you, on your knees sobbing in front of a crib that was broken by the fallen tree. You didn’t seem to care that you were kneeling in shattered glass as you held pieces of  the crib’s broken wood in your hands. He looked away, feeling like he walked in on something he wasn’t meant to see, something far too vulnerable for a stranger’s eyes. This room looked like a nursery, baby stuff was everywhere. He glanced back up at the broken window and saw walkers slowly walking up the hill, approaching your house. The noise from the tree falling must’ve attracted them. 

“C’mon, we can’t stay in here. Walkers are comin’,” he warned. You either couldn’t hear him over the loud winds and your sobbing, or you were ignoring way. Either way, he was growing impatient and wasn’t about to leave you to the walkers. He walked over to you and grabbed your upper arm. “Did ya hear me? We gotta get outta here!” he said a little louder. You roughly snatched your arm from his grasp and sobbed even louder. 

“My baby! I’m n-not leaving my baby!” you wailed before wrapping your arms around yourself and crumpling even further into the floor. Daryl looked around the room but there wasn’t a baby in sight. Even in the broken crib, there was no sign of a baby. “Ain’ no baby in here, let’s go!” You stumbled behind him as he dragged you out of the room. He locked it from the inside before slamming it shut. You slid down the wall, still crying out for your baby. Daryl didn’t know what to do. He was reminded of that day Sophia walked out of the barn as a walker and the devastation he felt, although, that didn’t seem comparable to what you were going through, now. You hugged your knees to your chest, still sobbing as Daryl stood there uncomfortably. He didn’t know what else to do, so he grabbed you a water bottle from the stash you found yesterday and sat beside you in silence. 

 Gentle beams on sunshine shone on your face, waking you from a sleep you weren’t ware you’d fallen in. You smiled to yourself, happy to see the sunshine for the first time in a while, but that happiness was quickly overshadowed by the memories of last night. Tears pricked your eyes at the memory of your daughter’s broken crib. When you lost your children, you left their rooms untouched, perfect shrines of what once was. Sometimes, it felt like they were still here, just sleeping peacefully in their rooms. Going in those rooms for the first time in a long time was a cruel reminder that they weren’t. Seeing that tree destroy your baby girl’s nursery almost felt like losing her all over again. You were feeling unmotivated and just wanted to stay in your bed -which you didn’t remember getting into- and just succumb to a dreamless sleep, but then you remembered your house guest. 

 You forced yourself out of bed, not bothering to change into fresh clothes or freshen up and plodded your way into the kitchen. Daryl was sitting where he usually sat, by the fireplace leaning against the hearth. When he caught your eye, you quickly turned away, embarrassed of your breakdown the night before. He didn’t need to see that side of you, or any sides of you for that matter- he was just a guest. You pulled his crossbow and knives out from the cabinet under the kitchen sink -a place you thought he’d never look, especially since they were hidden behind your pots and pans. 

“Here’s your stuff,” you said, placing the weapons on the kitchen island. You cringed at how raspy your voice was from all your crying. 

“Y’alright?” He asked, concern lacing his voice. 

“Mhm, how’s your leg? I can check it out, see how it’s healing before you go,” you said, redirecting the subject.

“Nah, s’okay.” He stood up and approached the kitchen island. You prayed he wouldn’t notice how puffy your eyes were or how much of a mess you looked. You moved away from him and grabbed a bunch of cans off from the counter and shoved it in his direction. 

“Take as much food as you need. I’m sure your people’ll need it when you find ‘em.” Your eyes watered at the mention of his people. You were just getting used to having company, someone to take care of, but he’d be off soon, leaving you lonelier and sadder than before. “Need anythin’ else?” You asked, a fake smile plastered on your face to fight back the tears, but you were sure it looked more like a pained grimace. Daryl just wordlessly stared at you and as he did it became harder to keep up the facade. Your chin and lips trembled as fresh, hot tears cascaded down your face. A sob forced its way out of your throat, followed by another. You clamped your hand over your mouth and turned away from Daryl, unable to hold back your emotions. 

“I-I’m sorry, I don’t…I don’t even know why I’m crying. I-” You inhaled a shaky breath, trying to calm yourself. “Just go!” You begged weakly. You just wanted him out of here so you can start  reacclimatizing to the loneliness. The cabin was silent for a moment, until you heard the sound of Daryl putting his crossbow back onto the counter. 

“I ain’ gonna leave, not while yer like this.”

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YUURIVOICE BOYS ROOMS

(these are my headcannons you don’t specifically have to agree with them)

Alphonse

❀ Somewhat clean, I guess it’s not really dirty but it’s not like very clean either

❀ His vanity looks like a drag queen after a show and an alcohol. An emo kid from the 2000s went to hot topic and bought all the rings he could find.

❀ His closet is surprisingly clean. I feel like his mom always told him to clean it up and would yell at him if he didn’t.

❀ His room decorations are between like pastel and goth hit both at the same time and did a weird crash between them

❀ ROOM HCS

Credit to them, for the amazing idea(@/yurinika)

SETH

❀ His room is like the most basic country boy room you can find out there

❀ His dresser I don’t think he like has one. He looks like the type of guy that would borrow the ones that you could put under your bed.

❀ I feel like since he’s a fucking nerd for the paranormal, he would have mostly a lot of books about that, and he would have a tiny little bookshelf

❀ he has three the plushy’s in his room not a lot two of them of his childhood

❀ROOM HCS 

His room can only take me so far

CHARLIE

❀ these are his bedsheets ARE Spider-Man

❀ his room is interesting. He doesn’t leave trash surprisingly his room, but his room is like a mess like a really big mess.

❀ he collects little trinket, said he finds, and put some in his shelf

❀ He’s a big nerdy ass marvel fan so he has a bunch of the figures in the comics

❀ he also has a giant box of skateboards to stickers

❀ he loves collecting cassette tapes half of the shelf full with them

❀ROON HCS

FINN

❀ set a certain someone will be on my ass. If I don’t say that he has vines in his room he has plans in his room and vines.

❀ this man is a clean freak OK as much as he loves working with plants, his room is squeaky clean

❀ His desk looks like one you could find a bookstore relieve vintage one

❀ His vanity is pretty much like a villain ditch 60s one and he loves that one with his all his life. He keeps his clothes and his special plans and some drawers.

❀ This man is a Harry Potter nerd, and I fully believe that

❀ he has one plushy, which is mom gave it to him and it’s a bunny one and he loves it so much

❀ he keeps plants around his bed next to his window because it gives great lighting

❀ROOM HCS

Auron

❀ this man has the most planus room ever it is just literally talking in black would like one photo of his mom I guess

❀ like I don’t know what else to say because he has a really plain room the most you’re fine or his hair brushes there as a decoration and that’s not even enough like

❀ I genuinely I wish I could say he has some sense of creativity in his room but as his office and his room, the minimal decoration will be. It’s a bookshelf and that’s not even enough.

❀ROOM HCS

❀ Credit to them, for the amazing idea(@/yurinika)

Faust

❀ as much as he is sassy, it shows in his room he wants people when they walk into his room to be impressed. He is a fucking show off and he knows it.

❀ he has the usual he’s set up his carpet is like a spiritual sign one I don’t know

 ❀ this man has so many perfumes and so many scented candles. It can drive someone crazy.

❀ his shelves are either full with witch craft books, tarot cards, or video games

❀ he always makes his bed even before he goes out. He always makes his, but his bed can never be a mess. he fucking hates it.

❀ his vanity is pretty much full with make up or he has a long long long long, very fucking lung skin care routine so his between both

❀ROOM HCS

❀ Credit to them, for the amazing idea(@/yurinika)

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And please please tell me your head cannons about their rooms

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Fives, Tup, and Dogma in a fort!

Soooo sorry about last week, I've been ridiculously busy, but we're back to my usual weekly Sunday updates of Raising Dominoes for the foreseeable future!

Anyways, here is Chapter 8 - Furniture and Forts. It was mostly just an excuse to draw the boys in a blanket fort :)

Prologue: 00 Previous chapter: 07 Next chapter: 09

Summary: Tup and Dogma help Fives set up his new room before a power outage frightens them.

CW: Implied/referenced child abuse, panic attacks, power outages

Chapter 8 - Furniture and Forts

Fives had not been able to fall back asleep after his nightmare, so after Cody left they spent the rest of the morning playing with the toys that Rex had bought the day before. At first Fives seemed to have trouble with the concept of playing. He would just sit in front of the toys staring at them blankly until Rex told him to do something specific with them, at which point he would comply, but after a while he seemed to get the gist of it. He began to make up little scenarios with the action figures and would have them battle each other.

It did not sit well with Rex that fighting seemed to be the only thing his son knew well enough to recreate in play, but Fives did seem to be having fun, so he tried not to intervene. Well, he might have been trying to coax Fives into helping him build a racetrack out of Legos for the matchbox cars, but the boy was too busy bashing the small plastic soldiers together and making blaster noises to notice.

By early afternoon Fives seemed to be running out of energy. The workers also arrived to deliver the boys’ furniture, so Rex turned the TV on to a random cartoon channel and let Fives curl up on the couch and watch it while he helped the guys set up the room.

When they were done the workers left and Rex found Fives still watching the show. He had hoped the boy would have fallen asleep, but he supposed it had probably been a little loud for that.

“Hey, buddy,” Rex sank down on the couch next to Fives.

Fives quickly turned his attention to Rex, television forgotten, “Are they done? Can I see?”

Rex chuckled, “Yep.”

Fives grinned and jumped up. He ran to his new room and stopped in the doorway. Rex joined him.

The furniture was all from the same set, so every piece had the same dark stained wood. It was a little weird to see the room with just furniture and no decorations, but Fives did not seem to mind. The kid was practically trembling with excitement.

Each side of the room had a bed with a bare mattress sitting in the far corner, and a nightstand, desk, dresser, and bookshelf up against the wall. Fives looked up at Rex, “This is really all just for me and Echo?”

“This is your room, yeah.”

“Wow.”

Rex grinned and pushed Fives lightly into the room, “Go on. Pick which side you want.”

Fives looked around the room and took a tentative step forward before looking back to Rex uncertainly.

“It’s okay,” Rex tried to reassure, “Just pick which bed you want to sleep in.”

Fives looked like he was making the hardest decision of his life before stepping over to the bed on the left and turning back to Rex, “This one?”

“Perfect.”

Fives beamed, “Can we-”

He was cut off by the sound of muffled voices:

“No, you have to knock louder, Tup. He’s not gonna hear that.”

The second voice was too soft to hear through the walls, but a loud knock rang through the apartment.

Fives looked up at Rex, his brows drawn together, and a tight frown tugged down the corners of his lips.

“It’s alright, those are my friends,” Rex said, flicking on the light in Fives’s room and motioning for the boy to follow him as he made his way down the hallway towards the door, turning on all the lights as he went. “You remember Hardcase?”

“Y-yeah,” Fives answered.

“These are his little cousins Dogma and Tup. They’re just a bit older than you.”

Fives nodded, but hesitated as they reached the entryway, “Why’d you turn on all the lights?”

“Oh, uh, they don’t like the dark,” Rex said softly, opening the door before Fives could ask why not.

They were met with a scowling preteen with close cropped hair and a boy with longer wavy hair that could have been the other’s twin if he was not a few years younger standing in front of a large box.

It took Rex a second to register, but when he did he grinned, “Thanks. This is your guys’ old stuff?”

The boys nodded.

Rex pulled the container into his apartment, “Awesome. This is great.”

Fives peered out from behind Rex and gave the older boys a small wave. Tup offered a shy smile and inched a bit closer to Dogma, who wrapped his arm around his brother and attempted a smile of his own, but it did not quite reach his eyes.

Dogma craned his neck to see into the apartment, “What were all those people doing?”

“Setting up Fives and Echo’s new room,” Rex said, ruffling Fives’s hair.

Tup’s eyebrows raised in interest. Rex new the look well and smiled at the boy, “If it’s okay with Fives, you guys can check it out. It’s not finished or anything though.”

Tup and Dogma exchanged a glance before looking to Fives.

“It’s okay,” Fives said, shifting a little behind Rex even as the words left his mouth.

Tup smiled and followed Dogma as he made his way into the apartment.

Dogma puffed out his chest and turned to address Fives, “My name is Dogma, I’m twelve years old and 3 months. This is my brother Tup. He’s ten.”

Fives’s large brown eyes darted between the boys, “I’m Fives.”

Dogma and Tup stayed to help unpack and decorate the bedroom. Dogma was helping Rex make the beds and the younger boys were putting Tup’s hand-me-downs in the dresser. Fives pulled out a shirt and passed it to Tup, “Echo.”

Tup hesitated, “Are you sure? You’re giving way more clothes to Echo than to yourself.” Fives shrugged, “That shirt is red. Echo likes red.”

Rex looked over to the dresser and saw that Echo’s was full and Fives’s practically empty, “Tup’s right, Fives. You need clothes to wear too. Why don’t you start putting more things in your dresser.”

Fives’s eyebrows pushed together, and he looked down into the box of clothes, “But- but what if Echo wants them?”

Rex shrugged, “When Echo gets home you guys can trade if you want, but for now you need to give yourself more clothes.”

Fives still looked a little confused and when Tup moved to place the red shirt in his dresser rather than Echo’s, he shook his head.

Tup froze, looking from Fives to the dresser to Rex, who was busy tucking in sheets. Dogma had been listening to the exchange while making Fives’s bed and looked up at the silence. He caught on quick and scowled at Fives, “Rex said-”

“But Echo would really like that shirt!” Fives interrupted, voice hitting a whiney pitch.

Dogma’s scowl deepened and Tup looked like he would rather be anywhere than caught in this crossfire.

Rex looked over and was about to say something, but Fives beat him to it, “I-I’ll take the rest of them, just- just Echo would really like that one.”

“But-” Dogma started, confusion replacing his scowl.

“It’s fine,” Rex interjected, he had heard the panic in Fives’s voice, and he did not want to make it any worse.

Dogma opened his mouth to say something.

“It’s fine, Dogma,” Rex repeated with a bit more force.

Dogma mumbled out a quiet apology and turned back to Fives’s bed, his ears turning red.

“Tup, why don’t you put that one in Echo’s drawer,” Rex nodded to the red tee still clutched in Tup’s hand. The boy obliged and Rex continued, “But the rest go to Fives, okay?”

Fives nodded seriously.

With four sets of helping hands, they were able to finish setting up the room fairly quickly. After learning that Jesse was out taking Hardcase to his drum lesson and Kix had picked up an extra shift at the hospital (which Rex could not help but feel responsible for), Rex insisted on Dogma and Tup staying for dinner. The boys did not complain.

While they were eating Dogma suddenly pointed out the window, “Hey, it’s snowing!”

“Really?” Tup jumped up and ran to the window.

Fives joined Tup, “Whoa, it’s so fluffy.”

Dogma’s eyes darted between his plate and the window, clearly debating something. Rex felt an odd pang in his chest at how hard this decision seemed to be for the kid. He smiled gently, “You can go take a closer look.”

Dogma’s eyes snapped to his, “But we’re eating?”

“The food will still be here after you take a look.”

“Come on, Dogma!” Tup exclaimed, unable to hide his excitement.

Dogma slowly and a little rigidly got up from the table and made his way over to his brother, glancing back uncertainly at Rex every few feet.

Rex nodded encouragingly. He had known Dogma and Tup ever since Kix had taken them in six years ago. The boys had been scared and nervous and so afraid of the dark that they refused to sleep until they all but collapsed. As the years went on, they acclimated to their new environment as well as one could expect, but Tup was still a shy bundle of worry and Dogma was still overly compliant to what he believed the “rules” were. And they were both still scared of the dark.

“It’s windy,” Fives noted.

“Really windy,” Dogma breathed, sounding lost in thought.

Tup turned from the window to look at Rex, his face scrunched up with worry, “Do you think the power’s gonna go out?”

Rex shook his head, “Probably not.”

Tup turned back to the window and Rex grimaced; he could hear the wind howling outside.

The boys had taken to playing in the twins’ room after dinner while Rex cleaned up. From what he could hear in the kitchen, it sounded like Dogma was teaching Fives some sort of card game. Rex smiled; he was glad they were getting along.

As soon as he finished scrubbing the last dish, the lights flickered in the apartment. Rex dropped the plate back into the sink and ran to the bedroom.

Dogma sat cross legged on the floor in front of a game of palace, back stiff as a board, eyes wide and focused on a space just in front of Rex. Tup had thrown himself over his older brother and was clinging to him, eyes just as wide and filled with terror.

Fives’s back was to Rex, and he turned, a frown tugging down the corners of his lips, “What-”

Just then the lights went out and they were plunged into darkness.

Rex moved quickly, scooping up Tup and pulling him into his lap, just as he had seen Kix do a million times before. The boy was already hyperventilating, his small chest rising and falling quickly with each shallow, ragged breath. Rex pulled his hand through Tup’s wavy hair, and exaggerated his breathing in the hopes that Tup would feel it and it would help him regulate his own.

“You’re safe, Tup. It’s me, Rex. You’re in my apartment.”

Tup clung to Rex a little tighter, but his breathing remained quick and shallow.

Rex turned to Fives, whose outline he could see in the dim light from the window, “Fives, there’s a flashlight on my nightstand in my room. Do you think you could get it for me?”

Fives made an affirmative noise and scurried into the darkness.

“How are you doing, Dogma?” Rex asked, turning his attention to the older boy for a moment.

Dogma did not respond, so Rex pulled him in close to his side, “I got you, you’re safe.” Dogma rested his head against Rex’s shoulder and trembled, speaking softly, “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to.”

Rex felt hot tears seeping into his shirt and could not help but feel like he was in way over his head. He had no idea what Dogma was apologizing for, but he supposed that did not matter.

“I know,” Rex said gently, even though did not, “It’s alright.”

Fives reappeared with the flashlight in hand and passed it to Rex. Rex switched it on immediately and it flickered to life, bathing the room in a golden light. He felt Dogma relax a bit beside him and gave the sniffling boy a quick squeeze before turning his attention back to Tup.

Tup was still in the throws of a panic attack and clung to Rex with a force and determination he did not know the ten-year-old had. Rex gently pried one of Tup’s hand off him and pressed the flashlight into it, “Here, have the light.”

Tup clutched the flashlight and slumped against Rex, his breaths erratic as he struggled to calm down.

“Breath with me, Tup. In,” Rex took a deep breath in before letting it out slowly, “Out.”

Rex kept inhaling and exhaling with Tup and eventually got the boy to slow his breathing. All the fight left Tup’s body and he slumped weakly against Rex.

“You want me to call Kix?” Rex asked gently.

Tup shook his head.

“Jesse?”

“No.”

“It wouldn’t be a bother.”

“No. I’m- I’m okay now,” Tup said shakily.

Rex frowned, Tup was far from okay, “You’ll stay here until Kix or Jesse get home.”

Tup nodded against him.

“Um, excuse me, sir?” Fives pipped up from the doorway of his bedroom where he had watched the scene unfold.

“Yes, little soldier?” Rex said the joking nickname coming automatically.

“Can we build a fort?”

“Like a blanket fort?” Rex asked, a little surprised Fives even knew what that was.

Fives nodded, “When we were scared like this, we would hide in a fort.”

“Yeah,” Rex said slowly, wondering how many times the twins had been “scared like this.”

Fives grinned and turned to Dogma, “Dogma, there are extra blankets in the closet in the hallway. We need three.”

The preteen sniffled and wiped his face, but got up and swiftly made his way out of the room, following the orders like his life depended on it.

Once Dogma had his mission, Fives sat down next to Tup—who was curled up in Rex’s lap and did not seem like he planned on leaving anytime soon—and explained his architectural vision for the fort. The plan distracted Tup from the power outage and Rex had to admit that there was no way he could have handled the situation better than his seven-year-old son currently was.

Dogma returned from the dimly lit hallway quickly and handed the blankets over to Fives.

The construction of the fort was left mostly to Fives and Dogma, but Tup did seem to be taking an interest in it. Rex nudged the boy in his lap as the other two finished up the fort and began crawling around in it, “Want to play with Dogma and Fives?”

Tup hesitated, “Can I keep the flashlight?”

“Of course,” Rex nodded, giving the kid a gentle push towards the others.

Tup crawled over to join his brother and Fives, who were now talking enthusiastically about “defense systems” they could put in place to fortify their creation.

Rex could have sworn he even saw Dogma smiling.

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The Scientist & the Stripper*

Happy Harry Fic Friday y'all!

Summary: Harry's your new neighbor and he's just moved in so you invite him over to get to know him better - but what you find out about him is totally unexpected

A/N: 15.2k words in total - 6k+ words of SMUT

Pairing: nerd/virgin!harry x stripper!reader

Warnings: SMUT, mentions of light alcohol use and smoking weed

The couple who lived next to you moved out last week and things were finally quiet again. They had two young children and as cute as they were, you kind of hated kids and how obnoxious they were, and how early they insisted on waking up. Having children for neighbors was exhausting, especially because you worked nights at Star Room Gentleman’s Club.

So, today when you woke up at noon you felt well rested and your mood was good. Really good. You stretched and yawned and got out of your bed, walking to your dresser to find your pack of cigarettes. You walked out to your balcony and lit up the stick and inhaled. Your view of the I-90 interstate on the south side of Chicago was not great, but having a balcony was better than not having one, even if the view was of traffic and concrete.

When you stamped out your cigarette in the ash tray you went back into your apartment and poured a glass of cold brew and turned your radio on. You stretched your sore limbs, grabbing at your ankles and nuzzling your face as close to your legs as possible before rising upward with your arms out and stretched backwards until just before you could lose your balance. It was a typical morning routine; a good cigarette, black cold brew coffee (that you made yourself because that shit is expensive to buy at the grocery store) and deep limb stretches.

You looked at your cellphone to find way too many notifications and put it back down not wanting to deal with anyone so early (well, early for you). It was nice to work odd hours because all your friends with normal jobs never cared when you didn’t get back to them right away. You had to be a social butterfly and confident-flirty (i.e., dance naked) at work so when you weren’t at the Star Room you didn’t feel much like socializing. Your friend Micah would be coming over later with wine along with a few friends who were bringing weed and pizza. You socialized, just not all day.

After a quick shower you went to buy a few groceries and get a bottle of vodka in anticipation of your friends coming over. You weren’t gone from your apartment too long but by the time you returned and stepped off the elevator to your floor there were boxes and furniture blocking you from getting to your apartment. It appeared you were getting a new neighbor.

You rolled your eyes and spoke loudly toward the door that was propped open with a table, “Hi there! Excuse me!” You waited for a moment and tried getting a look into the apartment but there didn’t seem to be any movement so you decided to pop your head into the door and take a look.

There were boxes and furniture everywhere. A large bookshelf was pushed against the wall in the living room and a couch faced the window.

“Hello! Anyone here?” You shouted into the apartment.

Nothing.

Finally you just decided to move the things out of your way so you could get to your door. You lifted the box at the top and set it down in front of your neighbor’s door, then you pulled the larger box at the bottom back a few feet so you could walk around it and make it to the other side.

You hopped over the metal stool and maneuvered next to the box and just as you were about to move past it you heard a man’s voice, “Hey! Sorry! The movers I hired just dumped my stuff in the hallway and left after I paid them. I’ll get everything moved out of your way as soon as possible! I’m so sorry!”

You watched the man as he explained everything and you found it funny how worked up he was, though you knew it was stressful moving anyway. But more than noticing how worked up he was you noticed that he was hot. Really hot. He was tall and he had short brown hair that was thick and looked soft, he had gorgeous green eyes, and a deep voice that sounded British. He was in a t-shirt that fit his frame well, showing off a toned and broad chest, and tattoos were scattered over his arms. And to top it all off he had glasses on. He looked smart and sexy. Hot.

“Oh! It’s okay!” You laughed and turned so you could lean over his stool to shake his hand, “I’m Y/N. I live next door.” You tipped your chin toward your apartment.

“Harry. I live… here.” He gestured to his door and began to chuckle and that’s when you saw his dimples. Oh, you were going to be fucking your neighbor. Harry was too cute not to test out.

“Where are you from? You know what? Never mind, you’re busy. I’ll leave you to it. I don’t want to be a bother.”

You smiled and began to turn when Harry spoke again, “You’re not a bother! I mean, I am busy and I want to get all this shit into my apartment so… but like,” he scratched at the back of his neck keeping his eyes on you, “maybe I’ll see you around soon.” He shrugged and grinned sweetly.

“Definitely! And, ya know… I’m having a few friends over later on, around 8 or 9 tonight. Some drinks, a little weed, pizza… if you’re done with what you need to get done tonight you should come over.”

Harry’s eyes widened ever so slightly at your casual mention of weed and he was curious about what kind of person you were. Not that he thought people who smoked weed were bad, but he had some assumptions and opinions on weed use. He had never partaken; he was a scientist after all and needed to focus on his work. Weed would only slow his mind down and could hinder his research and effort.

But as strict as Harry was with his lifestyle choices, he was still a man and you were a very pretty woman inviting him over. He wasn’t great in social situations but you were going to be his neighbor and at the very least if he accepted your invitation he would have a good idea of what kind of neighbor you’d be. It’s a win-win situation for him, long term.

And there could be the smallest chance that you are into him and maybe you wouldn’t mind that he was completely inexperienced in bed. Well, inexperienced was putting it mildly. It wasn’t that Harry wanted to be a virgin, it’s just that he’d been very focused on his research for the last few years and he never really put much effort in to dating. Then when he started going on dates and meeting new people he just never felt much of anything for any of them. There was one girl he liked a lot but when she found out that he’d never eaten a girl out before she ended things right away (they were making out and she gave him his first blow job but when it was his turn to reciprocate, he explained his lack of experience and asked her to guide him but instead she kicked him out). So that put him off dating. He decided to just let nature take its course. But nature had been slow and Harry was starting to feel like he was missing out.

“Sure! Don’t see why I couldn’t make it over for a bit. Should I bring anything?”

Harry was so polite and eager. You loved him already, the cutie. “Nah, just bring your handsome face and that should be plenty.”

You winked at him and waved as you finally made your way past the large box and back to your apartment.

You put the vodka in the freezer and the groceries away. And then you proceeded to shave yourself smooth, put your favorite cream all over your body, check your stock of condoms, put on your sexiest little thong and thin white dress that was a little short, a little see through, and body skimming, but not too tight. You wanted to show off a little in front of Harry and hopefully have him in your bed by the end of the night. He seemed very sweet and excited.

At the same time you were prepping yourself for the possibility of having Harry balls deep inside of you later on, Harry was busting his ass moving his stuff into his apartment and internally freaking out that you called him handsome and then winked at him.

He realized that sometimes people could tend to be flirty naturally and that it might have meant nothing, or maybe it was more of a kind gesture to create familiarity, and comfortability. But there was also the chance that you were telling him you found him handsome, as an invitation of sorts. What was he to do with this information? Just play it cool? What if it meant something though? What if him playing it cool backfires and you think he doesn’t like you and he missed the chance to see where it could lead because he was too in his head and playing it cool.

Yes. Harry is an over thinker. This is why he generally avoids social situations so he doesn’t have to deal with thoughts like this and navigate other personalities. But he hates that he avoids these situations because it’s a big part of why he’s never gotten laid. And he really wanted to get laid.

At 8 pm sharp, there are three distinct knocks at your door. You find Harry at standing in the hallway, looking as fuckable as he did earlier. “Come in…” you gesture into your apartment and he steps in. He smells very clean like he’s just gotten out of the shower.

You lead him to the living room that’s open to your kitchen.

“Sit wherever you’d like. Can I get you a drink? I’ve got some beer, vodka. A little rum… mmm… and juice and sparkling water.”

You look over your shoulder as you plate the chips and put the dip in the center waiting to see what Harry would like.

“Uh, here… let me get it! I can just, grab it myself since you’re busy…” Harry quickly crosses the room to the kitchen and stands near you.

“I think maybe a beer is fine. In your fridge I’m guessing?” He reaches toward your refrigerator.

You nod as you lift the chip tray, “Yeah, just in the door. There are two kinds so whichever you like. And glasses are in the cupboard to the left of the fridge if you want one.”

Harry reached into the door and grabbed a Modelo, lifting it toward you, “S’fine like this. Thank you. Uh, do you want me to do anything?”

He followed you to the small table as you set down the chips and dip. You laughed, “No! Just relax big guy. You’re probably tired. There’s not much for me to do anyway. I’ll join you in a couple minutes.” You wink at him and you swear you see him blush.

And he was blushing. He kind of liked when you called him big guy. Made him feel manly. He sat down on your couch and looked around. Your place seemed tidy. You had plants and art, a stereo cabinet with speakers, a receiver, a turntable and a good amount of records at the bottom of the cabinet.

Harry popped the tab on his can of beer and took a sip. You had a balcony with tall sliding glass doors that overlooked the interstate like Harry’s. There were twinkle lights draped over your balcony railing and a small sitting area with a table. Harry got up to check out the balcony, he didn’t have much time to see the view from his own. He opened the door and walked onto the metal flooring. There were cars heading North and South, lights coming from the North in the Loop where office buildings were still lit, concrete bridges and overpasses, and other condo buildings.

Harry took a seat in one of the chairs and noticed you had an ash tray full of cigarette butts. He sat his can down and just then the glass door slid open and you appeared, sitting next to him with your vodka soda.

“The summers in Chicago are so nice. I love sitting out here when it’s nice enough. Not the best view but it’s still a view.”

Harry looked at your face and then lowered his gaze quickly to your neck and then over your dress. He gulped and moved his eyes back to yours. He hadn’t noticed how sheer your dress was and that you appeared to not be wearing a bra when he first arrived.

You watched as he quickly glanced down at your attire. He seemed nervous. You figured another beer and he’d settle a bit. You had just met after all.

“Yeah, it’s, uh, it’s nice, though. I kinda like it.” Harry looked out over the railing and licked his lips before taking another sip of his beer. You sipped your drink at the same time.

“I imagine you’ve got the same view. Probably same layout too. I’ve never been in your apartment. The people who lived there before never invited me over.” You pulled a cigarette out to smoke but before lighting it you stopped “S’it okay if I smoke?”

Harry looked at the cigarette you had poised in between your fingers and shook his head, “Yeah. Of course. Go ahead. It’s your balcony. Your apartment.”

You lit the stick and pulled at the filter, inhaling the hot smoke into your lungs before blowing it from your lips away from Harry.

“That’s a bad habit you know. I’m sure you’re aware of how unhealthy that is for you.” Harry noted, watching you smoke the cigarette.

You frowned and cocked your head, “Yes. I am aware, thank you. But I like it.” You inhaled another puff before turning your head to blow the smoke out.

Harry shrugged realizing it wasn’t his place to tell you that but he kind of wished you’d listen to him. He knew the dangers of smoking and how addictive it was but you were an adult and most people didn’t appreciate lectures about how smoking was bad, not to mention a complete waste of money.

You sighed and watched as Harry continued looking over the balcony into the distance. You decided to put the cigarette out. He was right, and also, you sort of wanted to get on his good side. You could tell he wasn’t much for conversation so you needed to carry this if you were going to get anywhere with him. You decided to turn up the charm a little bit.

“You’re right. I shouldn’t smoke. Gross habit. It’s probably why I’m single still.” You bate him.

Harry looks at you and his brows raise for a split second before he furrows them.

“Mmm… maybe. Seems like a bad reason for someone not to want to date you, just cause you smoke.”

You laugh, “Yeah, I guess so. What about you, Harry? Got any bad habits or secrets that keep you single?” You we’re hoping he’d let you know if he was available or not.

Harry coughed and looked down at his lap. Bad habits? Yes, plenty. Like not being able to turn his brain off to get a proper night’s rest most of the time. Or like putting work and research above everything else, including eating and socializing. So much so that he was still a virgin.

“I guess you could say that. Who hasn’t got any bad habits.” He laughs and displays his cute dimples again. He’s not taking the hints you’re dropping. You need to take it further. Harry seems oblivious.

You stand up from your chair and lean over the railing looking down and then back at Harry. He’s looking directly at his feet, not daring to be caught looking at your body under your thin, sheer dress. This frustrates you a bit. You hoped you could get his attention on you but it didn’t seem to work. You turned so you were facing Harry, leaning your bottom against the railing.

“So, where are you from? Don’t sound like you’re a Chicago native.” You chew at your bottom lip as you watch his face soften when he begins to speak.

“From Manchester, U.K. Moved to Los Angeles last year and then had an opportunity to do my research at Northwestern University as a fellow under one of the best biochemistry science professors in the country. So, here I am.” He grinned and then looked down at his shoes again.

“Wow. Impressive. So, you’re into science… biochemistry? Are you wanting to be a professor?” You were genuinely curious.

“I’m about to get my doctorate when my research gets published. I’m a scientist, just lack the final degree and the technical title. I’ve worked in labs and universities for my research for years now, and I get paid for it.”

Fuck. A scientist. You’d ask him more about that later. You had no idea about what biochemistry was. Now, though, you were ten times more intrigued by him and wanted him in your bed even more.

“I like your shirt, Harry. And I agree.” You chuckled. He looks down at his shirt and puffs out a breathy laugh, plucking the material out as he reads aloud the words printed along the fabric, “Women are smarter.”

He looks at you finally and smiles, nodding, “Technically it’s a true statement. For example, studies show that most men overestimate their IQ, while most women underestimate theirs. Therefore, in that context, men are not as smart as they think they are and women are smarter.” He snorts and laughs, “Now, the real question is are women smarter than men? That’s impossible to quantify but I think all signs point to yes.”

You watch him give his short speech and you realize he’s kind of funny without trying to be. He’s cute if not a bit awkward.

“Good answer, Harry.” You keep your eyes on him and move to sit back down next to him. He watches you as you sit.

He’s odd, you think to yourself. But you like him so you tell him, “I like you. Kind of quirky but cute. Do you have a girlfriend, Harry?”

He blinks a few times and appears to be confused before answering, with a shake of his head, “No. Never had much luck in that department.”

“Why do you think that is? You seem like a catch as far as I can tell.” You were just going to lay it on now. Tell him you found him attractive and make a move if he seemed into it. You took another sip, keeping your eyes on his.

“Uh… well, it’s kind of a bit of a story but, essentially I’m just not great in social settings. I devote most of my time to work.” He sips his beer and keeps his eyes on you.

You reach out and put your hand on his forearm, “Well, you don’t seem that devoted to work. You’re here at my place aren’t you? I’m glad you’re here, Harry.” You squeeze at him and then let go. Hoping he somehow gives you something.

Harry was feeling the lingering warmth of your touch on his arm and it had his heart throbbing in his ribcage, “Yeah, that’s true. Figured it would be important to get to know my neighbor.”

Harry wasn’t dumb or oblivious. He just didn’t know how to answer your questions without saying something dumb. Truly, he would have preferred to have been more charming, and responded to your subtle flirts and comments with his own witty responses but he lacked that skill.

“Mmm… yeah. It is important to get to know your neighbor. I’d like to get to know you better too. I think it’ll be nice having you as my neighbor.”

Harry nodded and smiled as he looked down at his lap. He was getting nervous. He tried to calm himself, but it was hard when he wasn’t used to small talk with a pretty woman. He wanted to impress you but didn’t want to seem like he was bragging.

“You’re a little shy.” You reach your hand out and ruffle his hair a bit getting his attention back on you, his green eyes finally meeting yours again. “But that’s okay. I like you. I think it’s cute.” You dropped your hand and picked your cup up to take a sip.

Harry was simply reeling at your touches, “Uh… thanks?” He breathed out a laugh and felt himself getting turned on, his face heated. Having you put your fingers his hair and dropping these telling hints was all it took. He was easy to turn on.

“You’re welcome.” You laughed. He was painfully awkward but you were determined.

“Hey, am I coming on too strong? Or are you just not aware that I’m trying to hit on you?” It was time to cut the shit. You wanted to get to it and have him aware of your intentions.

Harry just stared at you for a moment, appearing in shock before clearing his throat and finally speaking with his heart pounding, “No! I like it. Umm… I’m sorry about my behavior. I’m not great with small talk and I don’t know how to navigate this kind of thing very well.” He gestured between you and himself.

You mimicked his gesture and smiled, “This kind of thing? Like someone hitting on you?”

He nodded and gave you a brief grin, “Yeah. Clueless.”

You set your cup down and titled your head, “That’s okay. I have enough clues to last a lifetime. I think you’re really attractive and interesting, Harry. I’d be up for having you stay after my friends leave tonight if you want. No pressure.”

You needed to be very direct with him, it seemed. And you could certainly be direct.

Harry coughed a rubbed his palms over his thighs and then pinned his eyes back to yours. He took a deep breath to get up the nerve to say what he’d say next, “Yeah. Okay.” He knew it was pathetic, how nervous he was, how he didn’t know what he was doing.

You smirked at him and laughed lightly, putting your hand over his, “Hey, look at me.” You leaned forward to meet his gaze and he brought his eyes back to yours.

“I’m not going to bite. I just want to get to know you and you’re cute and kind. If you’re uncomfortable it’s okay. We won’t do anything if you don’t want.”

Harry did want to do things, though. But he needed someone to guide him. Someone who wouldn’t laugh about him being a virgin. He’d only kissed three women in his life (romantically), had only ever been given one blow job, and had never even touched a pussy. Sure, he’d watched plenty of porn but that absolutely doesn’t count toward experience.

“I’d like to do whatever you want. I just…” he paused and cleared his throat, preparing himself to give his spiel about how he was inexperienced. He’d practiced it, especially for moments like this, not that he had many opportunities, but now he has the chance, “I’m not very experienced, though. I need to be shown what to do. So, if you don’t mind that I’m…” another deep breath and a quick mental push to spit it out, “… a virgin, then I will stay.”

You just stared at the attractive man with the sharp jawline and couldn’t believe what you’d just heard. A virgin? A real-life virgin? You blinked a few times, not knowing exactly how to respond right away.

“Unless your invitation had nothing to do with sex, then never mind! I’m sorry, maybe you didn’t mean that. I didn’t mean to be presumptuous…”

You leaned across the table and grasped the back of his neck and pulled him in, pressing your lips to his. Just a sweet and soft kiss, a few little pecks at the corner of his mouth, and then you released him.

“That’s exactly what I meant. Sex. I don’t want to do anything you don’t want but I’ll be more than happy to guide you. Only if you want.”

Harry was still reeling from your lips on his. It’s been a while since he was kissed and he suddenly wanted more but he needed to contain himself.

“Okay. Yeah? Really? You don’t mind? I always feel like a burden.” He touched his lips as he spoke, which you found adorable.

A man as attractive as Harry being a virgin and asking to be guided through the process seemed like a dream. You’d sort of always wanted to corrupt an innocent man, not that you’d really be corrupting him, he wanted it. You just didn’t know if he wanted to lose his virginity or not.

“I’ll show you whatever you want to know.” You placed your hand over his thigh and squeezed and watched as he looked down to where your hand was. He looked up at you and his eyes searched your face.

“Okay.” He breathed out deeply. His breath had picked up, he was breathing a little harder and you smoothed your hand up toward his crotch but not touching him there. You saw that he was either sporting a bit of a natural bulge or he was already plumping in his pants. Poor guy. He was probably desperate to get laid. A virgin, and he looked like this?

“Okay.” You responded with a soft smile.

When everyone arrived it was a bit of a full house. Your apartment was small and Micah brought five people over. She was only meant to bring three. It wasn’t a problem really but you were concerned about Harry’s social battery. Two of the people Micah brought you’d never met before and one of the two, Dale, was obnoxious and kept hitting on you.

You were okay most of the time, and able to dodge the guy. You introduced everyone to Harry, and Micah’s cousin Petra was eyeing Harry hard. You, Petra, and Micah all worked at the Star Room together. There was a part of you that wished you could just make everyone go home so you could have your way with the dark-haired man with tattoos up his arms.

You and Micah went to the balcony to smoke a joint and much to your chagrin, Dale followed.

The three of you passed the joint around and chatted, slowly feeling the soft buzz of the THC fog your brain and dry your mouth. You zoned out what was being said between Micah and Dale and turned to look through the sliding glass doors and saw Harry sitting at the end of your couch with Petra sitting in his lap. Harry was bright red and you couldn’t help but chuckle as you walked past Dale to go back inside and save Harry.

You stood in front of the pair and pointed at Harry, interrupting whatever Petra was saying, “I need to borrow the man you’re trying to molest.” You laughed.

Harry was quick to move himself, causing Petra to lose her balance and remove herself from him. You grabbed Harry’s hand and brought him down the hallway and to your bedroom, closing the door behind you. Harry thought he might be in trouble from you.

“Are you okay?” You ask him with caution in your eyes, keeping his hand in yours.

Harry nods and grins, “M’alright. Just didn’t expect for her to sit in my lap. Wasn’t trying to be sneaky or anything.”

You shook your head and laughed, “I didn’t think you were trying to be sneaky, Harry. I just didn’t want you to feel overwhelmed. You seemed flustered. But maybe you liked it? Having a pretty woman in your lap. I mean, looks like you enjoyed it.” You motion to the clear bulge of an erection under his dark jeans and his eyes go wide.

“Fuck. I’m sorry, Y/N, I kind of had one before she even sat in my lap. From you, though. Not that Petra isn’t pretty but it was already there and then she sat in my lap and that just didn’t help matters.” He scratched the back of his neck.

God you couldn’t wait to put him out of his misery. “Aww… poor thing. You’ve just been hard for me all this time?”

Harry quirked an embarrassed smile and nodded, “Sorry.”

You stepped closer to him and brought both hands up to his chest and slid your arms over his shoulders, “Don’t be sorry. I like that you’re hard for me. I’m gonna take care of you when they leave, but until then, are you going to okay or do you need a break? You can come to my room anytime you need. In fact, if you need to take care of this,” you pressed your hips to his, being sure to rub over his bulge with your thigh, “I’ll give you some privacy.”

You could see Harry throat jump as he swallowed, “No. No. I’ll be okay. Maybe I’ll just get some water or I don’t know…”

“How about a puff of weed? That’ll relax you.”

Harry said no at first, to your offer of weed. He followed you out of your bedroom and out to the balcony where you refreshed his beer. Dale came out to the balcony with you and Harry and you smoked a little more weed.

“You don’t smoke weed? Missing out man. This is pretty good shit.” Dale inhaled and passed you the joint.

You watched Harry as he shifted a little while you took a drag. He kept looking at Dale, who was standing too close to you.

You handed the joint back to Dale and he moved himself in front of you and placed his hand on the exterior wall directly behind you, half caging you in.

Harry stood up straight and you saw that now his brows were furrowed as he watched Dale crowd you.

“This is a nice apartment. You must make pretty good tips at the club. Was thinking of going up there next time you work.”

Just as you were about to speak and move away from Dale, Harry grabs onto his shoulders and nudges him away from you a few inches, “Give her a little space mate.” Harry keeps his eyes on you and you smile at him, really not expecting him to step in like that.

“Who are you again? You fucking her or something?” Dale scoffs and turns to look at Harry as he speaks.

“I don’t think that’s any of your business. Just give her some space.” Harry and Dale are facing one another, and Dale is pretty high so you’re not too worried about this escalating but you don’t like Dale’s attitude.

“Nah, man. If she wants space she’ll tell me herself. Plus, she’s a stripper and you know how they like attention…”

Harry’s expression changes for a split second as he darts his eyes to you and then back to Dale. You didn’t want him to find out you were a stripper like this. It wasn’t that you were embarrassed by it but people tended to have an assumption about strippers and you wanted to tell Harry in your own time.

“I’m not sure how that gives you the right to crowd her. Come on, Y/N. Let’s go inside.” He grasps your hand and opens the sliding door, pulling you in with him.

You’re genuinely surprised by Harry’s demeanor and a bit impressed. Harry on the other hand, is feeling possessive a little and he wants to display his claim over you. He knows you’re not his but you did give him a promise of something to look forward after all your friends leave and that’s enough for him to act as if he can remove you from a guy who’s standing too close for his liking. He’s also never been in a real relationship so this seems like a natural move to him.

You and Harry stand near your kitchen area and you start to see a little more than just an attractive guy who’s probably super smart. The way he’s standing tall and very close, blocking you from Dale’s view at the angle he’s positioned seems a touch territorial. And you like it. Not to mention how he confronted Dale in the most direct way, going so far as to put his hands over Dale’s shoulders to physically move him away from you.

Harry looked down at you and then over his shoulder, as he put a hand onto his hip and bent his elbow outward like what animals do when they make themselves bigger to scare away anything who tries to take something of theirs. Harry may have never had sex before but he was seriously the jealous type.

When everyone finally left and the apartment was quiet you locked your door and went to your kitchen to pick up a bit. Harry was already busying himself with putting things away and rinsing dishes. Which, if you’re honest, is like the hottest form of foreplay there is. And it was hot because Harry wasn’t doing it for that reason. He was doing it because he was genuinely nice and wanted to help.

Things looked pretty good. There wasn’t a lot of mess since everyone mostly used plastic disposable cups that were tossed in the trash.

Harry’s broad shoulder and we’ll built back we’re stretching his white t-shirt a little and you wanted to rub your hands along his shoulder blades. You leaned next to him and smiled at how deep in thought he appeared to be.

“Thank you for helping. You don’t have to do that, Harry. I can take care of it tomorrow.” You watched as he rinsed a glass and placed it in your dishwasher.

“It’s the least I could do. You’ve been a nice host.” He closed the dishwasher and stood up straight.

You took a step toward him gently took his hand, “Come on, Harry. It’s late already and I think we have a whole lot of things to cover tonight.” You pulled Harry behind you toward your bedroom. You were starting to feel your own nerves bubble up. You had no problem taking the lead in the bedroom but Harry was a virgin and you wanted to do this in a way made him look back fondly.

You closed the door after Harry stepped into your bedroom and turned to face him. He was standing with his arms hanging heavy by his sides, eyeballing your bed and then turning to face you. This was really happening. Harry didn’t know what to expect but he was excited. He was nervous, but you made him feel comfortable.

“Just so you know… I don’t care that you’re a dancer. Dale was a prick for saying it like that. Um… just didn’t want you think that…” Harry swallowed; he was really having a hard time keeping calm. And his choice of small talk to soothe his nerves wasn’t helping.

You can tell right away that he’s struggling so you close the space between your bodies, and you put your arms over his shoulder looking up at him, “Thank you, Harry. For dealing with Dale the way you did. I really appreciate it. And I’m sorry that’s the way you found out that I’m a stripper.” You backed away and grabbed his hand, leading him toward your bed, “Sit.” You gesture to your mattress.

You both sit down next to one another while you turn so your knees are pointed at Harry and you place a hand on his thigh, “So, you obviously work out. You’re busy being a scientist and you exercise in your spare time?” You laugh, trying to lighten the mood. Harry was well built. There was no way he didn’t work out, at least a little hard for his physique.

Harry looked down and nodded as he laughed, “Yeah. Four days a week, an hour and half each session. Nothing special.” He looked at you.

“Can I kiss you now, Harry?” You drew your hand up his thigh further and leaned toward him as he nodded.

Harry turned to face you and without being prompted he put his arms around your waist and pulled you toward him. It caught you off guard a little but of course you didn’t mind it. You pressed your mouth to his and began to softly kiss his pinks lips. Harry began to open and close his mouth as he returned the kiss. He seemed eager but his lips didn’t feel inexperienced on yours. He was gentle and slow but pressed into your mouth enough for you to understand his intentions were to take this further, that he liked it.

When you introduced your tongue to his lips he opened his mouth and flattened his tongued, allowing you to lick over his. You nudged Harry a bit and released your mouth, “Scoot up so your back is to the headboard, and I can sit in your lap and face you, kiss you like that. Does that sound okay?”

Harry nodded, his pink lips swollen and wet from kissing you. He scooted himself further into your bed and sat with his back to your headboard. You climbed up to him and straddled his legs with your thighs before sitting yourself flat over his lap, pressed as closely to his body as you could be. You returned your arms to over Harry’s shoulders and brought your hands up to put into his hair at the back of his head, pushing your lips back to his.

The kiss was gentle and sexy. You and Harry licked at each other and moaned as you made out. His lips were so nice to kiss and you felt your heart rate increase moment by moment. You began to gently roll your hips over Harry’s lap and you felt him hard under your thigh. A nice solid bulge that you could tell was rather sizeable. You couldn’t wait to see him without his clothes.

So you leaned back, your lips making a smacking sound as you parted from his lips. You reached down to pick up each of Harry’s hands in yours and you pulled his hands up so they were on your body. The thin fabric of the dress wasn’t doing much to hide his warm hands on your skin. You could feel him begin to gently squeeze at you. You pulled his hands toward your breasts and guided his palms to cup you.

Harry’s jaw was slack. His gaze went from your eyes to where his hands were and then back up to your face. It was like he couldn’t decide where to focus. You continued rolling your hips over him as you spoke, “Can I take these off?” You removed your hands from his and brought them up to the frames of his glasses.

Harry nodded, “Sure. Probably don’t need them for this.” He chuckled.

You slid his glasses off his face and folded the temples of the frames at the hinges before placing them on your bedside table. You noted the brand, Gucci. You hadn’t expected that.

Harry still had his palms over your breasts when you pushed your lips back onto his. Without you needing to guide him, he slowly brought both palms down over your sides and then down to the tops of your hips and squeezed. His palms were large and you loved how they felt on you.

You leaned back to speak, “I’m going to slip my dress off really quick, okay? Do you want to help me?” You made sure to give him eye contact.

Harry smiled and swallowed, “Yeah.”

You shifted a bit, lifting your bottom and pulling at the hem of your dress bringing it up over your bottom and then you sat back over him firmly, now your small thong was the only thing covering your pussy. Harry was well aware of this fact too. He put his hands where yours were at the bottom hem of your dress and he helped you pull the material up and over your head.

You tossed your dress and watched as Harry’s facial expression changed quickly from shock, to amazement, and then to something animal. The man was dying for intimacy.

He suddenly leaned in and had you tilt back at his force, so he could kiss your breasts. You closed your eyes at the feel of him on you. He wrapped his lips around your left nipple first and sucked in hard. It stung a bit, in the best way. You opened your eyes to watch him and to your surprise he was looking up at you already. He was watching you to find out what you needed and wanted. Harry was clearly a quick learner and probably already had some idea of what women liked. And that was true. Harry had read enough about women and their bodies (both academic and opinion pieces) as well as watched porn with real couples having sex. He might have never done this before but he could pick up some clues from the things he’d learned.

After Harry had given your left breast a good minute of his time, he moved over to the right one, repeating what he’d just done. He closed his eyes this time, suckling at you and licking over your breast in wonder.

You clasped your fingers into his hair to lift him up and you both looked at one another for just a moment. You were going to tell him what a good job he was doing but just as you were going to speak Harry shifted under you, grasping your hips, and tilted you down to put you flat onto your back, your thighs still draped over Harry’s.

He moved from his position and lifted you by your hips to push you down the bed a bit as he climbed in between your legs and then rubbed his hands up to your hip bones and then over your tummy.

Harry was freaking out but he knew what he wanted and he had a good idea of what you wanted, to some extent. He was going to have you guide him through cunnilingus. He’d never had the chance to do it and his mouth watered at the thought of getting to taste you and smell you up close.

“Do you want cunnilingus? I can do whatever you want, just tell me how you want it.”

You looked up at the man and you were in awe. Your mouth involuntarily parted at his words. That was the sexiest sentence you’d ever had uttered to you before, especially since it was coming from Harry with his deep voice and British accent.

“Mmm… yeah, definitely. First, I need you to take off your shirt and pants. You can take off your underwear too if you like or leave them on. Whatever makes you most comfortable.” You wanted to see him. Harry was hot and you just knew he looked great naked.

Harry kept his eyes on you, dark pupils taking over the green irises. He grabbed the back collar of his shirt and pulled it off over his head and then he knelt up and undid his belt. When he began to unbutton his pants he chuckled and looked at you with soft eyes, “M’not wearing any knickers, so just gonna…” he didn’t need to finish his sentence when he pulled his pants down and shifted himself to pull them off his legs, dropping them to the floor.

You weren’t one for dramatics when it came to trying to make someone feel good about their appearance. You’d generally throw out a good compliment here and there but with men, you tried not to feed their egos too much. But this was different. Harry’s dick was worthy of your praise and attention. Beautifully heavy, long, thick… it was the ideal dildo-sized kind of penis. The one that’s bigger than average, and longer too, but not so big that it’s monster-sized and hard to handle. Though, he was closing in on being a size too large for you. You knew well what you could handle and this one was going to give you a run for your money.

“Y’okay? Is this alright?” Harry seemed concerned. You moved your eyes from the cock of perfection up to his dilated eyes and nodded quickly.

“Ooh, Harry. I’m more than fine. I just needed a second to take a look at you. That’s a very pretty cock you have.” You breathed your words out, as you looked back down to his dick, “I am honored that I get to be the first to experience it.”

That was music to Harry’s ears. He liked this, being told his cock was pretty. He was well aware that he was larger than average. He’d just never had the words spoken to him by a woman before. He trembled a little at the praise and watched you as you licked your lips with your eyes on his penis.

And then there was Harry’s body. Of course he had tattoos over his chest, on his hips, some on his legs, a tiger on his thick and muscular thigh. Some dark tattoos scattered over his arms… but the way he was built. He was in better shape than you were and your job consisted of you working out naked in front of people for hours on end. But here Harry was with his broad shoulders and wide chest, lean torso with indents where you were able to make out his six-pack. His pecs were well defined and the hairs scattered over his chest were masculine and attractive.

You pushed yourself up, keeping your elbows back behind you, “Okay, so… Just start by maybe kissing over my pussy a little. Get the feel for it first. I’m gonna take my panties off though, okay?”

Harry was fast to put his own fingers into the band of your thong before you did, “Can I?” He looked to you with soft rounded eyes.

You smiled at him and nodded, “Be my guest, Harry.”

He kept his eyes on you at first, you noted. As he began to remove the fabric from your lower half. But when he finally did look down to your center he let out the smallest groan and continued staring at your little crease that was already shiny from your own arousal seeping out.

You were aroused for him and that just made Harry feel like he was going to lose his mind. Your body was already preparing itself to receive Harry’s penis. It made Harry’s stomach twist in delight.

When your panties were gone Harry adjusted himself in between your legs and did as you told him. He started with a small kiss right at the top of your mound. He took in a deep breath for both his own nerves and to smell you. He always wondered what pussy smelled like and now he was getting to smell one. Yours. And you smelled nice. It was a light smell, but it smelled earthy, real, musky… He kissed your slit again and again until he got the feel and settled into a comfortable position. You bent your knees and spread your thighs apart for him to give him access but then Harry reached around, under your thighs, causing you to angle your hips up a bit. He pushed your knees up over his shoulders, and then he gave you an open mouth kiss this time. He repeated a few times and then you felt him graze your clit and you moaned.

Harry looked up at you and duplicated what he’d just done to get that reaction from you again. When you groaned and looked down at him his eyes were on yours. You watched him lick at your clit, and then he looked down to the spot that had you moaning. He removed an arm from under your thigh to thumb over you, “This feels good here?” He watched your face as he dragged the pad of his thumb over your clit in circles.

“Yeah… how did you? Fuck, that feels good,” you spoke out in a breath as he continued rubbing you.

Harry smirked and licked his lips, “The clitoris. I’m supposed to try and focus right here. Unless it’s too sensitive for you. I’ve read some women don’t like it as much, but most do.”

You nodded and laughed out in disbelief at this man, “Yeah… I really like it. So that’s great. You’re pretty much a natural at this Harry. Just keep touching and licking my clit. You can finger me if you want too. Like push a couple of fingers inside of me.”

Harry got right back to it. Thumbing over your clit and attaching his mouth to your entrance. It was gentle and nice. Harry was a determined man and this was a good thing for you to be on the receiving end of.

Then Harry switched where his thumb was and slid a finger down through your crease, spreading you apart to take a look at your hole. He plunged his middle finger in and watched his entire finger disappear. He pulled out and then pushed back in, the sound of your arousal sticky and wet.

“Feels good, Harry. You can put in two fingers and like, curl then upward, up toward my tummy.”

Harry followed your instruction, inserting a second finger and curling, dragging his fingers in and out slowly, watching your pussy take his digits in and then how wet they were when he’d pull them out.

He looked up at you and adjusted his fingers until you bucked your hips up and he felt like that was a good sign. He replicated his motion and you groaned and smiled at him. He was good.

“Now, you can lick over my clit while you’re fingering me like that. Even kind of gently suck on it, kiss over it. That always feels so good. MMmmm… yes… okay, just like… oh my god…” Harry was quick to follow your directions. He did as you said before you finished your sentence.

Now Harry was feeling in a good rhythm with you. His fingers hitting something inside of you and his mouth over your clit in the way you asked for. He kept closing his eyes but he’d open them to watch you every few moments. He couldn’t lie and say his jaw wasn’t starting to hurt a little but he felt the ache would be worth it if he could make you come.

It did take a while too. At one point you even pushed at Harry’s head so you could give him a break, try something else if he needed, “Do you want me to suck you off now? Or do something different. You’ve been down there a while.” You laugh out.

Harry frowned and shook his head, “Was hoping to get you off like this. If you need something different, then I can do whatever you need.” His face was slick with your arousal and you knew you could come like this with what he was doing, you just didn’t want to overwhelm him. So you let him continue because he seemed to really want to. You didn’t need to rush anyway. You’d let Harry give you an orgasm with his mouth so he could add that to the notch in his belt.

You grasped onto Harry’s hair when you felt yourself start to tremble. Harry’s mouth was slurping at you and giving your clit just enough pressure that you could feel your orgasm begin to make its way through your body.

When Harry felt you quiver under him he looked up to see that your mouth was hung open and your eyes were closed tightly. Your groans egged him on. He could feel something shifting in your demeanor. Perhaps you were about to come. He licked and sucked and lapped and slurped, continuously moving his fingers in and out of you how you liked.

“Ouuhhhhhh…” you moaned, “Fuck… Harry! God!” You clenched your jaw as you finally came, relief pouring from your veins as you gyrated your hips and rubbed your pussy over his face, your hands in his hair, pushing his mouth into you harder.

Harry loved it. He loved giving head. This was something he’d want to try with you again. He continued lapping at your clit with his eyes on you as you appeared to calm down a bit. You released his hair and pushed him away, too sensitive at that very moment for more.

Harry sat up and smoothed his hands over your thighs and watched as you breathed and kept your eyes closed. You were a beautiful woman. He liked your pretty breasts and soft thighs, your little wet pussy that smelled so good, and your slender fingers that pulled at his hair when you were coming…

When you opened your eyes to look at Harry he was sitting back on his ankles and searching over your body with his eyes. His large dick, hard, neglected.

You cleared your throat, “You get an A for that. Made the teacher come on your first try.” You laughed.

Harry smiled at you, one side of his mouth quirking up further than the other, “I’ve got a great teacher. Can’t take all the credit.”

You sat your self up and brought your hands up to Harry’s chest, leaning up to him to kiss him again, your tongue smoothing over his. You could get used to this with Harry. He was so sensual and a great listener. Plus, being so smart he was obviously going to remember the things you’d taught him. He was already quick to pick up things without being told, you could only imagine how much better he’d get with more practice and direction from you.

You brought your palm down to Harry’s thigh and moved back a tiny bit to speak, “Can I touch your pretty cock, Harry?” your lips brushed over his as you asked.

“Yes.” He was quick to respond, pressing his lips back to yours as you slid your hand between his thighs and in toward his balls, grazing over them lightly, then slowly brushing up over his shaft to his tip. Harry paused his lips and breathed out a puff of breath against yours at the feel of your hand on him.

You wrapped your hand around him and stroked gently and then released his cock to wipe your palm over your wet center to gather your own natural lubricant to use on Harry. You didn’t stop kissing him the entire time. Harry was eager in returning open mouthed kisses with small flicks of his tongue to you.

When you placed your hand back around his shaft and began stroking he moaned and his lips paused again. You didn’t mind the break as you kept gliding your hand up and down his length. Harry started to rock into your hand as you slid your fist downward.

“Do you like this, big guy?” You spoke, your lips brushing over Harry’s.

He nodded and opened his eyes to look at you. He couldn’t believe that this awful day turned into a day he’d never forget. Your small, warm hand over his dick felt so much different than when he did it himself and being with another person like this is so much more fun.

You and Harry stared at one another while you pumped his heavy prick. Now you wanted him down your throat. You wanted to make him come with your mouth and then make him come again after he recovered with your cunt.

“Have you ever had a blow job, Harry?” You asked him directly. You had no idea how much experience he’d had. He didn’t go into detail with you.

Harry nodded, “Yes. Just one time.” He pulled his lips into his mouth and looked downward toward the edge of the mattress. You could tell he was struggling with feeling embarrassed about his lack of experience.

“Mmm… well then, I was thinking, if you want, I can give you a blowjob. I wanna put your pretty cock in my mouth, make you come down my throat, and get my mouth and throat stretched out by your big… pretty… cock.” You kept pumping him as you watched his expression. He was convinced you came from a dream.

“Yes.” He breathed heavy imagining what you’d look like with his cock in your mouth. His head was spinning but then he remembered something, “Um, y/n?”

You slowed your hand down and got onto your knees as you were about to get into position, pausing, “Yeah?”

“I am probably going to come, like super, embarrassingly fast, ehm… and I kind of wanted to have sex with you. If you want!” His eyes widened.

You brought your hands up and placed your palms flat on his chest, “I want to have sex with you, Harry. Absolutely. I would like to have sex with you after I give you a blow job. I want to make you come, and then you and I will lay here together and talk a little, get to know one another, maybe kiss, and touch a little, and then once you’ve recovered and you get hard again, we can have sex and you’ll last a lot longer after you’ve recently had an orgasm, so it’ll be even better for me that way too.” You wanted to be sure to explain it plainly to him.

Harry smiled down at you and nodded, “Okay.” He was excited to feel you on him in any way you’d give him, but he knew he was going to come fast. Eating you out had nearly done him in.

You moved yourself between his legs, pushing them apart for your access. Harry leaned back against the headboard and watched as you worked your mouth over his thighs and pecked your lips up his hips. You looked up at him and Harry groaned softly as his cock twitched at the way you looked in between his legs and you weren’t even touching his dick.

You decided to put him out of his misery. The poor guy needed some attention now. So, you slid your hand to palm over his cock and you lifted him toward your mouth. Spitting over the tip, you looked up at him, and he had his eyes closed. He couldn’t look or he’d come too fast. He wanted to enjoy having your mouth on him for at least a couple of minutes. So, he couldn’t look. Not yet.

You smoothed your saliva down his shaft and smiled to yourself about how nice this was going to be. How good you were going to make him feel.

You kissed the very tip of his cock because it deserved one, it was so pretty, “Harry, I’m gonna put you in my mouth now. If you want anything specific from me, just tell me. You can hold onto the back of my head if you want,” Harry opened his eyes and looked down at you, “…push me down over you, not too hard, but put pressure on the back of my head if you want me to go deeper or just to hold me in place. If you want me to massage your balls or suck on them, tell me, otherwise, I’m just gonna go for it and start slow. Okay?”

Harry nodded, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his mouth watering at the notion of being sucked off by the beautiful woman sat between his legs.

You swiped your tongue over him and then lowered your mouth down as far as you could comfortably go on the first pass. Harry’s cock was wide and it would be a lot to take all the way. You weren’t sure you could. But you knew you could give a good blow job regardless.

With your tongue dragging up and down the underside of Harry’s cock, your lips wrapped tightly over him, and your cheeks hollowed as you sucked on him, Harry had to close his eyes again. He began to moan out in shaky breaths.

You sucked and swiped your tongue around Harry, bobbing your head and attempting to get him deeper. You looked up at Harry and his neck was straining. Suddenly he put his hands in your hair and bucked his hips with a grunt.

You lowered yourself down and sucked on him hard. Harry was moving his hips in rhythm with your mouth. You bet he’d probably enjoy fucking your mouth one day. Maybe next time you’d encourage him to do it. But right now? Harry was about to come, you could tell he was nearly there.

With everything in you, a deep breath, and eyes closed, you went down over him further and felt him nudge the back of your throat, causing you to gag lightly and swallow around Harry’s frenulum.

“Ahhh… uhhoooww…” Harry breathed out and moaned at the feel. He really liked that. But even as good as it felt, he looked down at you in worry when you gagged but as far as he could tell you liked it because you didn’t pull off and you continued doing what you were, gagging lightly over him. You were purposely doing it and it felt so fucking good for him.

When you looked up at him again, this time his eyes were on yours. The sight of your eyes looking up at him with his cock in your mouth as you gagged when he bucked his hips was his ending.

His eyebrows shot up and his mouth hung open as he groaned and felt his orgasm pour out of him and down your throat.

You gagged and coughed over Harry’s cock as he came, but you stayed over him and continued working him as he orgasmed, swallowing him down and humming.

When Harry finally stilled and his dick stopped twitching, you removed your mouth and sat up between his legs. His eyes were heavy, and he had a small grin on his face.

“You taste so good, Harry. I could do that every day.” You climbed next to him against the headboard and cuddled into his side, draping and arm over his stomach.

Harry put a hand over your arm and pulled at you so you’d be even closer, with a smile still on his face. He hummed and closed his eyes, “I know this isn’t going to be that great of a compliment because this is only the second time I’ve been given head, but that was the best head I’ve ever had.” He laughed and you smiled and nuzzled into his chest lightly. He was so fucking adorable.

You two laid quietly for a bit, resting and recovering. You were also glad for the small period between orgasms. You were looking forward to fucking him, but a little break was good.

Eventually you and Harry began to talk a little. You told him about living in Chicago and how long you’d been in the city, he told you more about his biochemistry research and his life back in London. You learned that Harry didn’t have a drivers license but that he had a bike to get around. You told Harry about your hobbies and interests and a little about the club you worked at.

“Are you sure you don’t want a puff of a joint? I think it’ll help you relax a little, plus, and you might already know this, it makes sex feel so incredible. Your senses are all heightened and it’s just so so good. I mean, you don’t have to. But I kind of want to have a little and thought I’d offer.”

You sat up and looked at Harry. He did seem more relaxed now that he’d had an orgasm, but you wanted him even more comfortable. He squinted his eyes and took a deep breath looking at you, “Sure. Okay. I’ve never smoked weed before so… Just a small bit.”

You quickly got out of your bed and left your bedroom in search for the joint. You walked through your apartment naked and plucked the joint from your coffee table and grabbed a lighter before going back to your room to Harry.

Climbing up to the bed with a big smile on your face, you settled yourself right back next to Harry, your knees angled toward him and nudging into his side as you lit the joint and breathed in the substance.

You handed the joint to Harry and watched him as he copied your actions, inhaling as the tip reddened and the combusted material was breathed into his lungs. He coughed immediately. Hacking a little and leaning forward to catch his breath. His face got red and he coughed some more. You chuckled and patted his back.

“You okay?” You leaned your head down to keep your eyes on his face as he continued coughing.

Harry cleared his throat and smiled, coughing again, and then looked back at you, “I’m okay. That wasn’t as bad as I thought it’d be. Hurts going down the throat, though.” He grasped his throat and grimaced before laughing.

When Harry’s lungs had mostly recovered you two sat back again and you smoothed your hand up his chest as you continued light conversation.

“So, why didn’t you have any underwear on? Do you usually go commando?” You giggle, feeling the buzz from Sour Diesel strain you’d just smoked.

And Harry was really feeling the buzz. He was super comfortable and relaxed suddenly. He couldn’t ever remember a time in his life where he’d felt so chilled out. Ever. He blinked his eyes looking at you as you asked him about his underwear situation and he smacked his lips, feeling a bit parched before speaking, “Yeah. I don’t like underwear. Not to brag or anything, but most men’s underwear are quite restrictive on my package and so I have to buy a special brand for more, larger sizes, and they’re quite pricey so mostly I just go without.”

You nodded and slid your hand down his torso toward his dick. You brushed your fingers over his soft skin and looked up at him with your hand petting at him. Even flaccid, Harry was impressive. You really loved the way his dick looked. You were tempted to give him another blow job.

Just as that thought popped into your head Harry turned to look at you and he angled his body toward yours. Putting a hand up over your hip, he skimmed his fingers up your smooth skin, and then back down over your hips, chancing to go a bit lower over your bum.

“Can I go down on you again? Just for like a little bit? I can really feel the effects of that joint and I have a sudden urge to taste you once more.” His eyes were bloodshot and his lips were dark pink.

You nodded quickly and Harry moved away from the headboard and climbed in between your legs, pulling at your thighs to move you flat onto your back.

And just like the first time he did it, he started with a small kiss at your mound, but unlike the first time, he knew exactly what you wanted and honed in on your clit pretty quickly. He mostly just gently licked at you for a bit. Keeping his eyes on you as he flattened his tongue and swiped his tongue up and down your slit.

You got wet after only a few minutes of Harry’s tongue over you. And it felt so good being high and getting licked on. You grabbed your tits and squeezed as you moaned.

“Oh god, Harry. You are so good. Oh my god…” you panted.

When Harry felt you were wet enough he plunged two fingers into your opening, making sure to get the angle correct and then he began to sip at your clit again, wet sounds coming from his mouth and your cunt.

When you began to tingle and feel lightheaded you sighed and groaned and looked down at Harry, eagerly working over you with his lips and his fingers.

“Hhh… Harry? Hold on, there…” You pushed at him so he’d stop. He lifted his face to look at you, fingers still knuckles deep.

 “Are you hard? Do you feel like you’re ready now? Or do you need more time? I’m kind of desperate to feel you inside of me.” It had been about thirty minutes since Harry orgasmed and he was definitely hard and ready now. He nodded quickly at you.

You sat up, causing Harry’s fingers to slip away and he knelt up from his position. It was then you saw his erection.

You cooed at him and smiled, “Oooh… you are ready. I have condoms. And… I think I’m gonna need just a little bit of lube for this too, you’re a big guy.” You wink at him as you slip off your bed to grab a condom and your bottle of lube.

Harry watched you move around your room naked with his lip bit and then looked down at himself, fully thickened. He was so horny again already and even though he wasn’t feeling as sensitive as when you’d given him a blow job, he was still worried he’d come too fast for you.

You climbed back onto your bed toward Harry and perched yourself in between his legs as you lifted the condom.

“Have you ever put a condom on? I know you haven’t had sex, but maybe you’ve tried putting one on before?”

Harry nodded, “Yeah, out of curiosity. S’been a while, though. Think I could probably figure it out.” He reached for the packet and looked at you for a second before sitting upright and gently tearing the foil to remove the rubber.

He took a close look at the condom and then settled it firmly over the tip of his cock and began rolling it slowly down his shaft. His eyes went back up to yours, almost as if to gauge your reaction to make sure he was doing it correctly. And of course he was. Getting a condom over a dick wasn’t rocket science but sometimes it could be a bit of a hassle, but Harry seemed to understand the mechanics easily.

Once Harry’d gotten the condom over his shaft as far as it would roll down, you climbed up into his lap, straddling him and planted a soft kiss to his lips.

Harry reached around your back and pulled you in to his frame tightly as he pushed his mouth onto yours in return.

Harry was naturally a good kisser. He was eager but didn’t take it too far. He used a little tongue and his lips were soft and unhurried. Harry was already a very good lover, very giving and very patient.

When Harry slid his hands down your back and found your ass your eyes popped open. He made a bold move on his own, and even though he’d made a few bold moves without prompting, it still surprised you a little bit. But then when he squeezed and pulled you hard toward him and your cunt smushed itself against his condom-covered cock you gasped.

This was really happening. You and Harry were both on the same page. You were both excited and nervous but in the best way. Harry for finally having the chance of feeling the inside of a pussy, of your pussy specifically, and you for getting to ride such a pretty cock, attached to such a pretty man.

When you felt it was time to move forward, when you couldn’t take not having him inside of you any longer, you leaned back and placed your palms on his chest.

“How do you want to start? Do you want me to lie down on my back and you can control the pace that way? Go in as slowly or quickly as you like?” You bite your lip in anticipation and at the way Harry is looking at you, it’s making your head spin. He’s so attractive and so sweet. You wouldn’t be surprised if he made you fall for him completely.

Harry breathes out and nods, “Yeah, okay. But I only want to do what you like. So, if you prefer a different position, I’m okay with anything. I’ve obviously not got a preference just yet. I think any way is going to be my favorite.” He softly laughs.

With your lip still bit and your hormones in full bloom you press your hands over his thigh and lean up to give him another kiss before laying back, spreading your legs apart. Harry couldn’t keep his eyes off you anymore, unlike earlier in the night when he felt bad for looking. Now, you were inviting it and he was going to commit to memory all your parts; your curves, your freckles, the dip of your belly button, your lips, and hair, everything.

“I just want it to be good for you, Harry. This is your first time. I think you’ll like trying it like this first. We can always explore other positions another time.”

Harry thought he could faint. Not only were you so sexy and kind, but he was also about to lose his virginity to you. He wasn’t actually concerned about the virginity part. Virginity was pretty much just a social construct anyway. He wasn’t trying to hold onto it or preserve it. He just wanted to have sex.

“Okay. Just tell me what you like and I’ll do it. I want you to come again too.” He looked into your eyes as he spoke, leaning over you, situating himself so his cock was parallel with your cunt. You nodded and smiled at him, reaching up to cup at his cheek. He was so good, so thoughtful. You were pretty sure this was the most fun you’d ever had with a man during sex and you hadn’t even had his cock inside of you yet.

“Yeah? You want me to come on your cock? You want to know what it feels like to have a woman’s cunt squeezing at you as you bring her to orgasm? Hmm?” You tease him with a grin.

Harry nodded and swallowed. God did he want that.

You reached out to grab the lube and Harry gave you a little space as you drizzled the liquid into your hand. You looked up at Harry as you reached for his dick and smoothed the lube over his condom and swiped the rest over your opening to make it easier for him to enter you. Snapping the cap shut you tossed the bottle and looked back up at him with a smile.

“Whenever you’re ready, Harry. All you have to do is just push your penis inside of me and then I think the rest is mostly self-explanatory.”

Harry nodded again and looked down at himself and grasped the base of his cock, pressing his tip to your entrance. He looked up at your eyes and pushed upward, moving his cock a little so it nudged at your clit and then and then he looked back down and sat his head over your entrance again, “Okay. I’m gonna… are you okay?” He was more worried about you than himself in all honesty. He just wanted to be good for you.

You nod and smile, “I’m very okay. I think you should fuck me now, Harry.” You wiggled yourself so your opening was draped over the tip of his cock and Harry watched as he held himself up to you and slowly pushed past your entrance. He couldn’t take his eyes off the view. You were so pretty, and the way your little pussy spread open to accommodate his girth was incredible. It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen in his life. He’d never forget this picture.

And you could feel your pussy being spread for him as he slowly inched his way inside. You watched his face as he watched where he was pushing into you. You moaned softly at the feel and how much he was stretching you. You lifted your hand up to cup his jaw with your mouth dropped open. He felt so good already.

Harry quickly brought his eyes up to yours when he felt your fingers over his jaw, “Feels okay?” he panted out as he spoke.

You nodded, “Yes…” you breathed out your words in a little whine. You both kept eye contact for a bit as he continued his excruciatingly slow entry. You’d let him go as slow as he needed. Especially at first. This was his first time. You wanted him to feel it how he wanted to feel it. And he certainly could feel it. Of course the condom was a slight hinderance to how much he could feel but he was thankful, in a way, for the barrier. Not only because he didn’t want to spill his come inside of you, but because it would help make him less sensitive overall.

You kept your hand at his jaw and your eyes on his. His hair fell a bit into his face and you could tell Harry was enjoying this moment as much as you were.

When he’d gotten himself in as far as he could get he let out a shaky breath. He looked down where you were connected and noted how he still had a few more inches to go but he was met with some resistance at this point, “I don’t seem to be in all the way. Is this comfortable for you? This is kind of like as far as you can take me?” He looked up to your eyes and you leaned yourself up a bit so you could look and shook your head with a smile.

“You’re a bit longer than average, Harry, so you’re gonna have to work me open a little bit more before I can take you all the way. Shouldn’t take too long. Just start moving in and out a little, whatever pace feels good for you. Once you do that I’ll be able to accommodate you a little more and you’ll be able to be fully inside of me. It might just take a minute.”

It made sense. Harry realized your insides were quite malleable and if your body could adjust to pushing a baby from this canal, you could certainly adjust to taking his cock whole with some time. So he nodded and got to work.

Your legs were spread, knees bent, with your feet flat on the mattress. Harry began thrusting in and out, slowly at first. He kept a careful watch on you to make sure you were okay. But his slow thrusts felt so good in his body. He grunted as he picked up the pace and felt his body heat up. His chest began to flush and you soon began to lift your hips upward toward him each time he drove into you.

“Fucking so deep inside of me, Harry. You’re doing so good. My pussy feels good…” You can feel him getting deep into it. His body has the natural inclination to rock in a steady pace. Both of your bodies moving together on your bed, Harry rolling his hips into you, pressing deep into your cunt and your hips bucking up toward him.

Harry suddenly dips down to press his lips onto yours, his hips still rocking in and out of you. When he wraps his lips around your mouth you moan and butterflies fill your tummy that’s being nudged into with his tip at each thrust. You love how sensual and attentive he is to you. You’ve never had a man give you so much attention before and during sex. Harry had exceeded your expectations fully.

Harry loved it when you spoke dirty things to him. He wasn’t sure he could really return the dirty sentiments but he wanted to keep communicating with you so he could find out what to do and what you wanted.

With his thrusts becoming deeper, he could tell you were opening up a bit more for him, just like you said, “Feels like I’m deeper now. Is that good?” He had trouble keeping his words steady with the movement of his hips and how delicious you felt around him.

You smiled at him and brought your hands down to his ass so you could pull him closer. You spread your legs further and nodded, “Mmm… Harry you feel so… oh my god. Yes…” and that was really as much as you could convey as he dipped deeper in yet. Your wet pussy was slippery and his cock fit snugly inside but the way he pushed into all your parts and how your walls were being moved aside for his length felt more than good.

You whimpered when he began smacking into you, now completely filling you to the hilt.

“Uhh, uhh… ohh… like that…” you nodded as encouragement for him to keep up the cadence he was at. Your toes were already beginning to curl and your head felt in the clouds at his long cock reaching so far into you.

Harry was feeling how you wet you were and he could see that he was finally able to plunge himself into you completely, “I’m all way inside, like this.” He sharply snapped his hips into you when he said like this and you both grunted at the feel, mouths hung open.

“Yes you are. So big. Making me so full.” Your words were breathy and Harry’s thrusts were getting sharper. He was going quite hard actually, but fuck it felt good, even the slight sting from how far he reached into you felt yummy. You wanted his cock like this all the time.

“S’it too big? S’that feel good.” Harry’s shaky words were strained. He knew you felt good, the confirmation was in how wet you were and the sounds coming from your mouth each time he impaled you, the way you moaned or grunted, the slick sounds from your bodies.

“Mmm… almost too big, but it fits just right and feels so fucking good like this…” you whimpered your words. You didn’t feel like you were being fucked by an inexperienced man. Not at all.

And Harry was pleased by your words and how you enjoyed it. He also remembered how the clit was integral to sex for women, so he slowed his hips and leaned back a little to position himself so he could put his fingers on your clitoris.

With his knees bent and thighs spread a little, he pulled you up toward him further and rocked into you sitting up while you were still on your back. He licked his thumb and then pressed it over you and stroked your clit as he watched your face, “Like this? Feels good?” He needed constant confirmation, but you weren’t upset about it.

You nodded and watched him in amazement. Your face was flushed, and your chest was rising and falling rapidly in lust. He did everything just as he was meant to. There was no question to you about how good he was in bed. He was a natural, completely open and attentive. You weren’t going to let this be the only time he fucked you. You wanted to see what else he could do.

Your bed began to creak under the force of Harry’s thrusts and you choked out your moans each time he dipped into you. Harry’s own moans were getting louder. He couldn’t decide where to look. Your beautiful face, your bouncing tits, or your pussy that was spreading open for him each time he pushed in.

He fucked into you in a way that was only possible due to his strong physique. You’d had sex with big and broad men before but some of them never worked out and they’d grow tired too fast. But Harry was in excellent physical shape, and he didn’t seem tired at all. He was working his hips into you with such indulgence and steady pace that you knew would have you coming. Not to mention that he took initiative to include your clitoris in the action.

You couldn’t speak any more, and Harry wasn’t able to form any coherent sentences because his mind was becoming fuzzy as he felt his orgasm bubble through his guts slowly. He didn’t think he needed anymore confirmation from you anyway. He could tell you felt good. The room was silent, barring the wet slapping and patting noises from your bodies, along with the squeak of your bed that moved in rhythm with Harry’s deep thrusts.

You breathed out a long moan when your orgasm began to roll over your center and spread over your thighs and up to your belly. Harry felt you begin to shake lightly, your thighs convulsing slightly. He felt your cunt squeeze around his condom covered dick and he closed his eyes to hold back his orgasm. He knew you were about to come and this would do him in so he needed to focus to give you an orgasm first.

Harry rolled into you harder and continued petting over your clit with the pads of his fingers, applying the perfect pressure for you. You were so wet, dripping down over your ass, soaking the sparse dark hairs that were scattered around the base of Harry’s cock. You held onto your comforter, your fists balling up the soft fabric as you were getting pounded into by this supposed virgin. You half wondered if that was his schtick. To get girls in bed with him. But that thought was wiped away when you began to come and you opened your mouth wide as you moaned into your room.

“Fuck… ff… Hharry! Right the… ohhhhh…” Harry groaned at how harshly your walls pulsed around him. He tried, he really did but he couldn’t hold his own orgasm back. As you were coming around him he released into his condom with a breathy call of your name, throwing his head back and stilling his hips so he was plunged into you as far as his balls would allow.

Moments went by. Your orgasm was incredible. Harry gave your wet clit just enough attention and his cock was magic inside of you – just filling you up and pressing into anything and everything inside of you that mattered.

Harry was in a state of complete high ecstasy. He’d had plenty of orgasms in his life. But having an orgasm inside of a beautiful woman who was also having an orgasm around him was like he’d leveled up in life. How had he allowed himself to go so long? His work was the most important thing to him and he loved it, that would never change, but now that he’d had sex, he knew this would be something he wouldn’t want to deny himself any more.

You opened your eyes and Harry leaned down over you to drop his mouth to yours. He pressed soft kisses to your mouth and you opened your mouth and kissed him back, wrapping your legs around his low back, crossing at the ankles to hold him close. Harry rocked into you one last time, still seated firmly inside of you and you moaned.

He lifted his head and smiled lazily at you, “Was it good? It seemed like you had an orgasm, unless you were faking to make me feel good…” he narrowed his eyes at you.

You giggled and smoothed your hands up his back, “I didn’t fake a single thing. Harry, that was really good. I almost don’t believe you’re a virgin. That was too good.” You bite your lip as you look at the handsome man hovering over you.

Harry’s laugh was so sweet and it gave you goosebumps just hearing it, “Well, I’m not a virgin. Not now anyway.” His cheeky grin grew wide and his adorable dimples made their appearance, “I swear I was a virgin before today.”

You laughed and nodded, “Okay then. Well, you are better in bed than maybe anyone I’ve ever slept with. That was fucking really good. You are very good.”

Harry stared down at your face and looked over your features. He didn’t know what to do in this moment but he was feeling quite confident and very happy, and quite hungry as well, “Can I have some more pizza?” he blurted out.

You laughed and nodded, “Of course. There’s tons leftover. Feeling the munchies?” You were feeling a bit hungry too.

Harry nodded, “Guess so. That explains it,” he smiled as he sat back, your legs falling from him. Harry kept his hands at your thighs and then looked up at you with a sudden thought, “Unless you need me to go. I don’t need to stay if you would like me to leave. I’m sorry…” his confidence suddenly faded at the idea that he was overstaying his welcome.

You sat up and smiled softly, once again, gently caressing over his jaw, “Please stay. In fact, it would be nice if you could stay the whole night. If you want. I’m not ready for you to leave yet. And maybe we can do it all over again in the morning? Or in the middle of the night even? Try different positions, find out what you like.”

Harry could cry. That was exactly what he wanted to hear. He hoped that you’d want him to stay the night so he could know what it felt like to hold you and wake up next to you and experience the fabled morning sex that he’d heard was so good (though he couldn’t imagine that morning sex would be any better than the evening sex he’d just experienced). Now that he’d had sex, he wanted to have it more often. Not at that very moment of course, his natural refractory period already taking place. He nodded, “Yeah, okay.”

You felt a touch giddy at the fact that Harry wanted to stay the night and that you’d have another go with him. You were excited to get to know him and you felt that this could be a good friendship, if not more. You wouldn’t get ahead of yourself but you knew deep down that you’d be begging for him to fuck you often, and could probably even wind up falling for him. You could easily fall for him.

But right now, it was time to eat pizza.

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[songbirdofthenight]

Game Night!

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NSFW under cut <3 

Warnings- so much kissing. so many pet names. Kind of virgin!reader, slight exhibitionism, p in v sex, PROTECTION USED (yeehaw!), swearing, mentions of choking but not used,- Please tell me if I missed anything! 

Characters- fem!reader X Steve Harrington

Other- Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson 

Summary- It’s game night in your shared apartment (reader and Robin), and you decide to tuck yourself away early. Amidst the conversation and card shuffling, Steve sneaks away to see you. One thing leads to another and a lack of clothing later, you find yourselves tangled within each others limbs unable to break away. 

Robin and Eddie may have gone a bit overboard. They stood over the end of your kitchen table admiring the stack of board games they somehow managed to carry over. 

“Do we really need this many?” Nancy questioned, counting the nineteen tiers of the great game tower. Robin nodded, “we have to have options don’t we?” 

After maybe 10 minutes of hearing Steve and Eddie bicker back and forth about which game would be longest to play- turns out Monopoly won. Because of this, Monopoly was not the game of choice. Eventually you had all decided on UNO and little to his knowledge, Eddie learned just how painfully long UNO could be compared to Monopoly. “How long has this game gone on for, we’re only in round one?” Eddie moaned, flashing his hand of 18 cards up for everyone to see, there was no way he was winning. “Uh, maybe half an hour?” Steve shrugged, “it’s not that bad, we could be done within the next few minutes, you never know.” Your turn rolled around as everyone played their cards, very fortunately for you keeping the top card yellow. In your hand you held four cards: two green reverse cards, one red eight, and a yellow skip. Unfortunately for the never ending game, beside you sat Eddie who watched as you placed the skip card onto the pile. “NOPE. I’M DONE!” Eddie shouted, tossing his cards face up on the table showing the group his rainbow of digits and unhelpful cards. “Aw, Eds, did we deal you a bad hand?” you faked sympathy. 

“Deal me a bad hand, DUH… I can’t believe I have been betrayed by my best friends, Jesus, what is this? Not a single useful card and I get skipped?!” 

“It’s just a game, dude, not life or death.” Robin chimed in. 

“Well it could be life or death, this is the crew to have done it all.” Steve said under his breath, earning a little giggle from you. “Okay, well, new game.” Eddie said, gathering the cards from the table. “Anyone up for Monopoly?” 

Everyone nodded clearing space for the board to be set up. “I think I might turn in for the night,” You said, picking yourself up from your seat. Robin and Eddie booed as you cleared the table of its empty chip bags and candy wrappers hoping later they would follow just the same. Nancy joined you cleaning the empty cups and putting away the half finished litre of Coke in the fridge. “Did you have fun making Eddie cry?” Nancy laughed. You smiled, placing the cups from her hands into your dishwasher, “yeah, you know it’ll happen next week too.” “‘Night everyone!” you shouted walking into your room as Steve and Eddie put together the game board. “‘Night cheater,” Eddie shouted back. “Come on, Eddie, she didn’t cheat.” Steve nudged him. 

“Yeah Eds, didn’t cheat… this time.” You teased shutting your door. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIS TIME?” you heard him shout from the dining room. You knew eventually Steve would join you, which either meant he won the game and didn’t want to deal with Eddie shouting about it, or there was no chance he would win and no point in continuing. Between now and then, whichever outcome it may be, you cozied yourself up in one of his shirts- which you lovingly stole- and a pair of shorts. There wasn’t much in your small room, a few band posters of shows you had gone to, a little bookshelf beside your dresser filled with books and VHS tapes you’d been meaning to return, on top of the shelf was a small record player and stack of only the best music of all time. To pass the time you decided to play a record by Modern English. Song after song played while various cheers and disgruntled shouting happened outside your door, you laid on the edge of your bed flipping through the pages of a book you had picked up at the library. 

After about an hour, you heard a soft knock on your door. “Still awake in there?” You popped up, opening the door for Steve, “Hi baby, did you win?” Steve shook his head, “No, I was dead last for the past twenty minutes. Then Eddie and Nancy decided to argue over rules for a while and I just slipped away. Think they’re gonna notice?” You giggled pulling him in. Steve kicked the door closed behind him. From the dining room you heard some murmurs of Nancy reading out each rule of the game. “Are you tired, pretty girl?” Steve asked, holding you close. You shook your head, “Not really, Stevie. Happy to see you though,” Steve hummed, pecking your forehead. “What would you like to do then?” “I dunno, Stevie, could go for another kiss though.” You smiled up at him. “‘Course pretty girl.” Steve said, catching your lips with his. You and Steve had been together for a while now, though you’d not really explored intimacy other than a few gentle touches and one-off makeout sessions in his car. Steve broke away after a moment, to your dislike. “We should take this away from your doorway, yeah?” You nodded agreeing. You pattered over to your bed, taking a seat on the edge with your legs spread wide. “C’mon Stevie,” you teased. 

Steve’s eyes focused themselves on your figure as he made his way over to you. “Gonna let me take care of you, right baby? Can I?” He sounded breathless just at the sight of you. “Mhm, gonna let you do whatever Stevie,” you smiled at him. Steve dropped to his knees in front of you, reaching for your face. “God, you are so perfect.” You giggled as your lips met again, restarting the small spark you’d had before. 

Steve leaned into you, pressing deeper into the kiss. He sucked gently on your bottom lip, letting his tongue slide gently across. Your jaw fell slightly, allowing him entrance. Steve’s tongue swirled around yours, exploring any space he possibly could. For a second you broke apart, each catching your breaths. 

“Stevie?” 

“Yes, angel?” “Need you.” Steve’s heart nearly pounded out of his chest at your words. “You sure, honey? I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this,” he trailed. You nodded quickly, “Yeah, m’ready Stevie, don’t wanna keep waiting.” Steve pulled himself up from the floor, hovering over you. “You’ll tell me if you’re uncomfortable or need to stop?” He wanted to know that you were serious, and if things became too much or uncomfortable you would tell him. “Yes,” you spoke softly. 

Steve leaned down, his cheek pressed softly against yours as he whispered in your ear, “I didn’t quite catch that. Are you going to be a good girl and tell me if it's too much?” His words sparked electricity through every nerve in your body. “Yeah, yes, I’m gonna tell you, gonna be good.” His hands weren’t even on you and you started to become a mess beneath him. “Gotta keep it quiet too, we can’t have everyone else knowing how pretty you sound. They’ll be jealous,” Steve half joked. You nodded agreeing with him, keep it quiet. Lucky for you both the record you had put on prior to this still had a little play time left which allowed some distortion of noise that could cover the soft moans and whimpers you’d likely be letting out. Above you, Steve removed his shirt and tossed it to the side of your bed. His hands wandered to the hemline of yours, pausing for a moment asking for permission. You raised your arms in the air letting him strip you. Your nipples beaded as your shirt came off in the cold air. Steve’s hands carefully floated across your skin, down your chest and stomach, to the waistband of your shorts. You hesitated for a moment and shook your head, “not yet please.” Steve moved his hands back to your hips, “Okay, pretty girl, thank you for tellin’ me.” 

Steve knew what some of your limits were, though you hadn’t really explored much other than his hands squeezing at your tits and ass from time to time. You had wanted to explore more, maybe a gentle squeeze around your neck or bringing you just so close to the edge and suddenly stopping anything you two would do. After all, you were curious what it all felt like. It’s not that Steve hadn’t touched you before, in fact, his hand was probably in your panties more than it had ever touched homework when you were back in high school. His curious hands would find themselves sliding down your stomach and fingers quickly finding your clit. As good as that was, it was never enough. 

Steve placed his hand gently between your breasts, pressing you back into your mattress. Once you were fully laid back, Steve slid his hand up towards the base of your neck, resting there as you took slow breaths. “Are you still good, honey? Tell me what you need.” “Gotta have you on top, Stevie, need you on top.” You huffed out, pulling his hips on top of you. “Okay, okay, I’m getting there.” Stevie laughed, propping himself up on top of you. In his new position he planted a kiss onto the tip of your nose, hooking one arm under your shoulder and the other pressed into the mattress beside your chest. 

“Hi baby,” 

“Hi Stevie,” 

His hand carefully trailed up the side of your breast, lighting up each nerve ending as his warm skin enveloped your sensitive chest. Steve’s lips kissed their way around your neck, as you squirmed flusteredly beneath him. “You wanna hold still for me, pretty girl? Let me take care of you?” he whispered lowly in your ear. “M’trying so hard, just so good, gotta distract myself.” “Oh? Why is that?” 

“Well,” you started anxiously, “I don’t wanna accidentally…” 

“Accidentally?” He teased, Steve’s lips pressed themselves to yours, his teeth catching your bottom lip. Steve’s hand groped your chest, his fingers searching for your nipple. As they found it he took his pointer and thumb, gently making circles with your pebbling bud. You let out a soft gasp. Steve’s lips travelled down your neck, landing on your tit, kissing, licking, biting all over. Slowly he moved closer, letting his tongue slide over your nipple earning yelps with each pass. “Stevie…” you whined. Steve’s lips wrapped around the center of your tit sucking with no intent to stop. “Stevie!!!” whines quickly became moans, soft ‘ohs’ spilling from your lips. Steve’s hand flew from your side and slapped over your mouth, he sucked harder, flicking his tongue across your sensitive nipple. Your back arched off of your mattress as he switched sides letting the cool air hit your chest. Steve’s mouth sucked painfully, pleasuring each of your tits as he switched sides, between using his mouth and his fingers to flick your poor abused buds. “N-need you, Stevie.” You tried to speak but his hand muffled the sound. Your hips rocked against his thigh trying to create the friction you lacked. Steve’s leg pressed harder and harder against you equally, poorly, attempting to add friction. With one breath, Steve lifted his head from your chest, readjusting himself above you. He sat upright, beside you, undoing his pants button. “Pants off?” “Pants off, please. Now, gotta do it now, need you.” You urged. Steve stood, quickly yanking his jeans from his body, tossing them to the side. He carefully traced his hands across your sides, slipping his fingers into your waistbands. He paused a minute waiting for a nod of approval, your head nodded fervently. Steve lifted your hips plucking your shorts and panties from your body and carefully placed them close by. Once again, Steve found himself propped on top of you. One hand placed gently beside your head and the other travelling lower and lower until he reached your pubic bone. “Now, pretty baby, you have to promise me you’ll be quiet if you want me to keep going.” “Promise, I promise, swear Stevie.” With that, Steve planted his lips between yours with his fingers easily sliding onto your clit. The new sensation earned a loud whine caught in his mouth. Steve continued, pressing circles on your clit, sucking at your lips to keep you as quiet as possible. You mumbled more in between kisses as his fingers prodded into your soaking cunt. Steve watched as your head tilted further back with each pulse of his fingers.

After what felt like an eternity of thick, pumping fingers in your pussy, Steve finally eased up. He shuffled awkwardly above you, stuffing his sticky fingers into your mouth. “Be a good girl and suck for me.” You nodded, obliging. Steve shoved his fingers further into your throat as you lapped and licked around them. 

“Wanna give you my cock, baby, can I?” He sounded pathetic, begging you with his fingers in your throat to stuff your cunt. He removed his fingers from your mouth giving you a moment to breathe and respond. “H-ha, have a condom?” Steve nodded, practically jumping up to grab for his pants, grabbing the condom from one of the pockets. “Gotta keep one on me, just for you baby, anytime you want it.”

With a few minutes of careful consideration and readjusting, you smiled at Steve. “I want this.” His face lit up, “I’m going to be so gentle with you baby, just tell me and I’ll stop okay?” “Okay,” you nodded. “Gotta stay quiet for me too honey. Think you can?”

“Uh huh,” 

“Good girl.” Steve’s hand captured yours, pressing it beside your cheek into the mattress. His other, holding his cock as he gently fit the tip into your throbbing pussy. Soft moans spilled from your lips as you adjusted, enjoying the new feeling. Steve pressed further and further into you as each inch of him sank into your soaking folds. “That’s it, honey. Just relax okay? Gonna take real good care of ya.” Your brain was melting into a puddle of pleasure, letting each inch roll into you like small waves on the beach. Steve stopped before fully bottoming out, making sure you had just enough of him to reach the same places he knew his fingers did without overstimulating you. Slowly, he thrusted in and out of your tight hole, earning more and more moans from you with each movement. “God, that's it baby, sound and feel so good.” He moaned in response. At this point you knew words were impossible, he just felt so good. His hand went from holding his cock back to massaging your clit. His face lowered to your ear, huffing hot, whiney, needy breaths. The stimulation and sound combined bubbled in your abdomen presenting a new sensation. Your pussy squeezed around his cock with each thrust. “Oh?” You moaned, though sounding concerned. Steve noticed, “you okay, wanna stop?” You shook your head “nuh uh, think I’m…” you were quickly cut off as the feeling surged in intensity. This was a new feeling. Getting close to cumming was far from anywhere Steve had ever taken you, disappointing then and now extremely overwhelming. You felt your orgasm surge through each nerve in your body, every ending busting like fireworks. Your jaw dropped, body rocking equally with his. You both paid no mind to the rule of keeping quiet as wanton moans filled the silent air around you. Your cunt fluttered around his cock as you cried out. “Cumming, Stevie, oh fuck, fuck…” Your body practically thrashed against the bed, as you came. Steve’s brows knit together, chasing after his own orgasm, moaning hotly in your ear. His pace sped up, fucking you harder through yours. It didn’t take much longer for Steve to come undone. With a soft voice he whined out, “cummin’ honey, so good.” 

Steve’s thrusts slowed. His hand pressed slower and slower circles into your clit as he pulled himself out of your cunt. You made a disgruntled sound, unhappy with the sudden emptiness you felt. Steve pulled a blanket over you, picking himself up. He removed, knotted, and tossed the used condom in the trash bin by your door and pulled his boxers back on. You lay out of breath as Steve picked up his shirt and your panties. “Can I put these back on you, honey?” he asked sweetly. You nodded and Steve placed them beside you. “Wait, gotta clean you up first. I’d be a terrible boyfriend if I left my girlfriend like this. Be right back?” You smiled up at him, “okay Stevie.” Steve quickly pulled on his shirt and opened your door. Outside, sat still at the kitchen table was Robin, Nancy, and Eddie staring. “So you both owe me $10. I told you they were gonna do it.” Eddie smirked, extending his hands out towards Robin and Nancy. “Oh fuck you,” Nancy spat back reaching into her coat pocket. 

“We did not shake on this.” Robin shook her head. “Well you owe me, soooooo…” Steve shook his head, “you did not bet on us having sex…” “Well we did only after the first hundred or so moans.” Robin laughed. Steve shrugged them off, grabbing a washcloth from your bathroom and running it under the faucet. He stepped out, looking back at the three, “I swear if you say anything to her about this,” Eddie shook his head “nooooo, what, no never.” Steve rolled his eyes walking back into your room. “So they know?” 

“They know.” 

You collapsed back against your mattress as Steve once again shut the door, making his way back to you. “I’m gonna clean you up now okay?” “Okay baby, be gentle?” “The gentlest.” Steve gently pressed the cloth between your legs. You jumped at the discomfort, slowly easing into the feeling. Steve took his time to carefully clean you up, slowing down with any notions of discomfort. He finished quickly, tossing the cloth to the floor beside your laundry. Steve pulled your panties back between your legs, reaching for your shirt. “No, baby, not yet.” 

“No shirt?” 

“No shirt. Just not yet?” Steve laid beside you, pulling you close to his chest. “Anything for you honey, you were so good for me.” You lay curled in his chest, drifting off to sleep. Steve pressed a kiss into your forehead, “I love you.” “Love you too, Stevie.” you mumbled back as you both fell asleep in each other’s arms.  Tag list- @micheledawn1975 @asimpforthe80s Join the tag list here https://forms.gle/pEK2uw4zn2zsvBRv9 Anons and Reqs are open! Stop by and say hi anytime!

[literary-illuminati]

2024 Book Review #2 – He Who Drowned the World by Shelley Parker-Chan

I’ve had this sitting on my bookshelf since it came out but, as so often happens, having it just laying around meant it faded to the background whenever I was deciding what to read next. Not the worst case of that (there’s a lovely of Cyteen that’s been sitting on my dresser and shaming me for at least a year now), but certainly long enough for me to regret it.

The story is a direct sequel to She Who Became The Sun, a low fantasy retelling of the fall of the Yuan Dynasty and the ascension of Zhu Yuanzhang to the imperial throne – though in this universe the ‘real’ Zhu Yuanzhang died a starving peasant child, and his sister assumed his identity and his destiny of greatness, willing to do anything and everything it takes to force the world into alignment with it. The book starts with her having lost her right hand, and only gets more emphatic about making her prove it from there.

Aside from Zhu, the narration’s split between several different points of view that fill out the struggle for the future of China. The book honestly does a better job with multiple POVs than the vast majority of epic fantasy I’ve read – every one is a thematic mirror of Zhu on one level or another, and every one has an arc dedicated to the book’s twin fascinations of what it means to be willing to do anything to achieve what you want on one hand, and gender nonconformity and queerness in an intensely patriarchal traditional society on the other.

The actual plot of the story is almost episodic – Zhu encounters some new obstacle on her way to victoriously marching to the Mongol capital at Dadu that can’t be defeated with the blunt force she has available, and she and some collection of the supporting cast goes on an insane adventure to snatch victory regardless. Then every so often there’s a cutaway to Wang Baoxiang (who, among all the other POVs, is easily the one that comes closest to deuteragonist status) scheming his way through imperial court politics in Dadu in his incredibly operatic and self-degrading scheme for revenge on his dead brother. The plots start affecting each other quite early, but I’m pretty sure it’s only in the last twenty pages or so that the two of them actually meet face to face (it is in fact a minor plot point that Wang can’t recognize Zhu when he sees her). It all manages to feel like it’s capturing a whole swathe of political intrigue beyond any one person’s understanding and feel fairly well plotted and cohesive as it comes together. Not that there aren’t plenty of points where you have to just run with it and not push back at what the book’s telling you but nowhere where it’s serious or blatant enough to actually be an issue.

I’m not sure it’s a complaint per se, but one thing that did take some adjusting to is just how, melodramatic I suppose? All the POVs in the book feel very profoundly and effusively, and also have absolutely zero awareness or understanding of their own emotions. This is particularly acute with Wang and Madame Zhang, but in every case there’s just a lot of characters being driven by emotions too large to be contained within them. It kind of feels like a musical, in that respect (but absolutely no other, to be clear).

Anyways, this is a book with absolutely massive amounts of Gender in it. With like, literally one exception, every POV is to some great extent defined by struggling against their position in the gender system of medieval China, and all the issues doing so their entire lives has left them with (Zhu is far and away the most healthy and well-adjusted about this.) Importantly, being oppressed and marginalized for being a woman/effeminate man/eunuch is in no way edifying or ennobling – it’s mostly left everyone involved deeply damaged and full of coping mechanisms that serve them poorly and everyone around them far worse. There’s basically no mention of even the idea of solidarity among the oppressed here – Madame Zhang tortures, mutilates and kills her own maids and her husbands’ consorts whenever necessary, Wang operatic revenge plot involves befriending and seducing a queer prince knowing it will get him killed in the end, Ouyang hates how effeminate his body is and deals with this by becoming a pathological misogynist – even Zhu doesn’t spare much to think about the cause of woman’s liberation beyond herself and her wife.Given the state of a lot of modern genre lit I honestly found this rather refreshing.

As both cause and consequence of the choice of POVs, the book has a rather interesting relationship with normative masculinity. There’s, as far as I can tell, exactly two examples of successful heroic/virtuous normative masculinity in the book – General Zhang and the Grand Councillor of the Yuan – and despite both being really incredibly competent and fearsome on the battlefield and legitimately selfless and honorable, both end up condemned as traitors to their respective lieges (both indolent, vicious, and generally contemptible men without anything in the way of redeeming features, themselves) and dying unpleasantly after being outmanoeuvred in court intrigue. Victory in the end goes not to those who are cherished by their society but the ones who are overlooked and brutalized by it but are willing and able to do whatever it takes and use anything and everything they can to claw their way to the top despite it.

Speaking of – the overriding throughline of the story is what it means to be willing to do anything to achieve your life’s ambition. Being willing to endure pain and suffering goes without saying, and while the book does put its leads through the physical ringer, that’s not really what it’s interested in. Are you willing to spend the lives of those who trust and rely upon you? Sacrifice those you love, or ask them to die for you? Betray those who have only ever shown you kindness? Are you willing to degrade and humiliate yourself, or lie and betray your own hard-won and precarious identity? And once you’ve done all that, and finally achieved your heart’s desire – well, are you really sure it was all worth it? Three cases out of four in the book, at least, ended up regretting it in the end.

This is a book that’s very concerned with sex and sexuality but, like, very nearly exclusively in offputting or unpleasant ways. There’s something like a dozen sex scenes (okay, ‘scenes with sex in them’ is probably the less misleading description. If you come looking for porn you’ll be disappointed) in the book and of them I believe exactly one that you could characterize as enthusiastically consensual and mutually enjoyable. Maybe three, if you count the incredibly toxic relationship which boils down to asking for help dong self-harm and it turns into a sadomasochist thing. Which never becomes/is never understood as sexual by the people engaging in it but describing it is definitely the closest the book gets to erotica. In any event, just somewhat surprising to see so much sex paired with so little romance, relative to most modern stuff I’ve read. Ties into how alienated literally everyone is from their bodies, I suppose.

Also I really don’t know enough about the historical memory of the early Ming dynasty to know whether all the stuff about how Zhu knows what it’s like to be nothing and how she’ll reorder the world to care for everyone is supposed to read as really darkly ironic or not.

[baka-bakeneko]

Breaking It In - River Ward x Female! V

tags: Minors DNI, NSFW, Dominant River Ward, teasing, moving in together, breaking in the new place, kitchen/shower/stairway/pool table/couch/desk/window/chair sex, multiple orgasms, ruined/forced orgasm, sensitivity, foreplay,spanking, aftercare a little, creampie delivery, wrap it before you tap it psa, oral sex, fingering, is it dry humping if you're wet?, all day/ marathoning

wc: 6.96k

synopsis: You've convinced River to move into the Glen with you.

a/n: actively gnawing, frothing at the mouth, banging against the steel bars of my enclosure thinking of this man, i need a mold of him; also sorry Wade, I think River beats you with the marathon (also also mentioning @originalshaynotfound for this idea, it's fantastic)

The Glen apartment; It took an extra bit of working your ass off, but it was worth it. You now had the two sweetest views in all of Night City.

Obviously, the first was River in your bed. With a short amount of convincing, and a little bit of pouting though, you were on your way to have both at once.

River was a bit hesitant to leave Joss behind, especially after Randy, but she was adamant in pushing her brother out of his comfort.

"You gotta change to grow, Riv. Don't pass up a girl like V for mine and the kids' sake. We'll all be here."

River was moving in and, though you wanted to play it totally chill, you were beyond excited. The two of you, Night City's most dangerous couple. In looks and skills, now living under one roof.

You'd cleared half of your shit to the side already: dresser, bathroom counter, bookshelf, desk. It was time for River to make his mark in the new place.

You barely contained your excitement with helping River pack up his things and load them in his truck.

"One more night here then I'm all yours, babe." River said, puckering his lips for a goodnight kiss.

You lifted on your toes and wrapped your arms around his neck, catching his lips as if you'd missed him for months.

"One more night," you repeated, carelessly drawing your legs up to curl around River's waist.

He chuckled against your lips, caressing your hips with his thumbs while cupping your ass.

"Slow down. Otherwise you won't go home," he teased, kissing you again.

You smiled, tilting your hips in his hold to nudge the front of his pants. Still, you coiled yourself tighter against your boyfriend and he held you closer.

Having your fill, you dropped down to your feet and uncurled your arms, parting from his lips last. River bent, following after your lips before standing upright with a groan.

He leaned against the front of his truck, holding his temple as he folded his other hand to adjust his pants. You bit your bottom lip, stashing your pride in a blushing smirk.

"V," River tried, reached a hand out to caress your jaw.

You backed away an inch. "Uh-uh, Riv. I'll see you tomorrow."

River's nose flared, taking a step towards you.

"You can't just tease me like that." He said with a jesting smirk. "I'll see you first thing in the morning."

Your smile grew. "I look forward to it."

-

You were shocked awake by the whirring noise of the elevator. Bolting upright in bed, you saw the pinkish dust over the horizon of Night City; the sun barely peeking over the lowest buildings of the Metro.

Your heart fluttered, tossing your bedsheet away and scurrying out of bed. You took the steps two at a time, picking up your dirty clothes as you went before dropping them at the foot of the steps.

You went to the kitchen to brew some coffee, grabbed a scoop of food for Nibbles then attempted to perch yourself casually on the counter in wait.

The elevator doors slid open with River carrying two boxes in his arms, a worn-down duffel bag slung over his shoulder.

"Honey, I'm home," River called out, his grin slowly falling to awe as he took in his new living situation. "Whoa. Baby, how'd you get this?"

It was a rhetorical question, of course. He set down the boxes next to the couch, slung his bag down next to them. The elevator doors remained open, with his other boxes still stacked inside.

You stretched out your arms as River approached; he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you to the edge of the counter. His eyes raked down your body, taking in your choice of pajamas.

"Mmm, Good morning," River soothed, pressing his body to yours before pecking your lips. "You just wake up?"

You blushed, resting your forehead to his. "When I heard the elevator."

River grinned, his hands caressing the curves of your waist. "We can leave unpacking for later. Why not go back to bed?"

You shook your head, caving into his chest and kissing up his neck to. his jaw. "No, I want you all over this place as soon as possible."

River's grin tweaked suggestively, his brow curling just the same. "You do? All over the place?"

You felt his wave of thought deep in your chest, your hands curling at the nape of his neck.

"Alllll over. As soon as possible." You drew out, and River seemed to catch your drift.

His hold tightened on you, opening your legs to feel the growing hardness in his pants. "I missed you all night, couldn't stay asleep."

You rolled your hips forward, grinding against the seam of River's pants. "Me either. I wish you just came home last night."

River grinned, his hand kneading at your thighs. "Or you could've stayed one more night with me at Joss's."

Leaning in, you nipped at his ear, "But here we can be as loud as we want, baby."

Saying that, you took the straps of your tank and shrugged them off of your shoulders, revealing your breasts. River gulped, looking down at your skin.

He hummed, dragging a hand up your side before taking a handful of your breast. River met your gaze, leaning in to bite a kiss at you. His cybernetic hand dipped between your hips, casually petting at your pussy over your panties.

River's thumb rolled at your nipple, making you lift your hips and arch further into him. He smirked against your lips, releasing a shameless moan from deep in his throat.

You mewled in response, bending further into his whim; River carefully braced the counter with the heel of his metal palm, climbing onto the counter and flattening you against it.

With an expert finger, he hooked into the seat of your panties and tore them down to your knees, actively groaning at your wet pussy.

Your hands at River's neck went for the back of his shirt, actively attempting to tear it over his head. River caught on, grabbing mindlessly at the back of his shirt and ripping it over his head before dropping it to the kitchen floor.

You licked your lips, raising up on your elbows as River fumbled with his belt buckle next. He bent, at the same time, to kiss between your breasts and down to your navel. Hips raising, you moaned at the warm stamps of his lips to your skin.

River nosed at your tank-turned-belt and slid further down to kiss your pussy, but you raised a knee in frustration. He met your gaze, brows quirked in question.

"I need your cock, now," you urged, reaching for the back of River's neck for a starved kiss. So urgent, your tongue darted into his mouth while your legs couldn't help but plant themselves on his waist; your ankles crossed at the small of his back, rolling against him.

River managed to push his pants down, worming his hands between your thighs to grab them. His cock sprang free against your pussy, making you emote into his mouth.

He was captivated by your kiss, pausing in his movements by the way your tongue massaged against his. River angled his tip against your pussy, readying himself to thrust but you took over. Engulfing his length into your pussy, you parted from his kiss with a loud moan, your toes instantly curling.

River followed suit, knowing himself to be utterly whipped by your pussy. He dropped his forehead to your chin, relishing in your throbbing, almost-feverish walls.

He returned to your lips, hands reaching to tangle into your hair. River thrust further into you, making your eyes roll as your lips slipped away from his lock.

He didn't stop, licking at your neck before suckling at your skin. Your hands clutched hard at the back of his neck and shoulders, wanting River to melt over you like butter.

Pulling out an inch, River thrust shortly into you, barely jostling you but causing the friction you craved. You didn't hold back in your appreciation of River giving what you wanted.

"River, River," you moaned in succession, praising him.

You begged for his kiss again by nudging his nose, your face scrunching in ecstasy. River panted against your lips, growling into your kiss and easing back his hips.

Stroking into you again, you broke; breaking away from his kiss as your hips raised in begging want. River's hands gripped at your hips, squeezing at your thighs as he angled himself further into you.

The noises that escaped from you rattled between you two; your hands mindlessly clutched at River's chest, admiring his smattering of chest hair.

That was until River's cock rang that sweet spot within you. You whined, your ankles tightening and cumming through River's thrusts.

River's hips stuttered, slowing to stop himself from cumming. Your walls massaged at his length, practically begging for him to explode inside. A sweat broke out across his shoulders, planting a hand beside your head while he pursed soft breaths before gripping his base and pulling out.

You whimpered, your knees drawing up River's sides as his hot skin dragged out of you. Rolling onto your side, you caught yourself and reveled in the ecstatic wake left behind from your orgasm.

River managed to get off the counter, stepping out of his boots and pants before curling his arm around your waist. "One place down, everywhere else to go, baby."

He held onto you, moving you from the kitchen counter to the pool table. When he set you down, you bent your chest down, presenting while batting away the pool balls into the pockets.

River took that moment to peel your tank top over your ass and legs before discarding it behind him. He smacked at the apple of your ass, letting it reverb through your body before nosing at your pussy.

He stuck his tongue into you, earning a silent moan from you. Your hand mindlessly went for the top of his head, wanting to push his lavish, warm wet tongue further into you. You could feel yourself ready to explode because of it.

Your eyes lolled, River lapping into you with his nose tickling at your ass. You panted, rolling your hips back against his mouth. Your nipples perked against the green felt of the table, wiggling into River to chase after the feeling he'd just given you.

"Fuck me, please, fuck," you begged, dropping your hand from his head and opening your knees.

River chuckled, smacking away from your wet pussy; your juices decorated down his chin as he circled his hands around your hips and pulled you to the edge of the table. You braced the edge, bent directly over it and gasping as River pushed into you again.

Your eyes rolled, the wake from which he'd made you cum reinvigorating. His cock paved into you again, ringing the same places that'd made you cum the first time. Your noises came out pitchy, whining and jostling by his thrusts.

Your hand went out to brace his waist but River took grip of your wrist and held it to your side. He was slow, metering out his strokes to not cum so quickly inside you.

Mewling, you held your face to the table breathing out of your mouth with each pump. "Fuck, Riv."

River growled, circling his hand around your waist to strum at your clit. You squeaked, attempting to squirm away from the extra sensitivity before your boyfriend bent to nip at the skin of your shoulder.

"Come on, Val. Cum on my cock again," he grunted, backing your ass further into his waist.

Your back arched, unable to fight off the increased level of stimulation. Free hand reaching for his waist, you ground into River's cock and found yourself cumming again.

This time, your wet dribbled down your ass and between your thighs, gasping and chest sobbing from overstimulation. River thrusted deep into you, finding the right spot to cum.

He held your hips tight against him, not leaving a single wall inside you unclaimed. River's eyes rolled, heaving to the high ceiling, while savoring your pulsating cunt.

You recovered, slack-jawed, feeling River's cum pool into you. Eyes fluttering at the heat, you imagined him just knocking you up then and there.

"That's two," River whispered, kissing up your back. You grinned back at him, meeting his lips at your shoulder and rolling your hips into him again.

"D-do we take a break?" you asked softly, feeling the need to cool down.

River grinned against your shoulder, shaking his head softly. You gulped, brows raised in question. He slowly pulled out of you, watching with fascination as your pussy produced a trail of his cum.

He licked his lips at the sight, gathering his cum on his middle finger and swirling it between your pussy lips. Your toes curled, the act starting a full body shiver.

When he was done, River raised you over his shoulder and carried you to his next location: your workdesk, which with some modifying, would soon become River's.

He sat you on the edge of the desk, sitting before you in the chair. Leaning back, River took grip of his cock already hardening again.

"Open your legs," he ordered, eyes leveling with yours.

You did as you were told, holding your legs open on the desk and glancing down to see his cum oozing out of you. His warmth puddled around your ass, leaving you decorated and gulping.

"Spread it for me, V." His words pierced through you, catching your heart on your ribs.

Your pussy clenched in response, still following his orders by opening your lips. River's grin was sinful, parting his eyes from yours to envelop the sight of your spent cunt.

He wheeled himself closer, kissing at your clit and earning your twitching knees almost clamped around his head. River lapped down your pussy, gathering his cum to loll on his tongue before spitting back into you.

You gasped, staring down at River sink his cyber middle and ring finger into your pussy while flicking his tongue at your clit. At the same time, he slowly stroked his cock in his other hand.

Your bare chest rose and fell unevenly, fighting the urge to close your knees. River stared up at you from the helm of your pussy, watching your face contort in pleasure.

Brows furrowed, bottom lip quivering as you wiggled in and away from River's mouth and fingers. Your free hand cradled at the base of River's neck, imagining kissing him back just as sloppy as he was eating you.

River seethed into your clit, stroking slower as he got painfully hard. You threw your head back in a spew of moans, no longer able to keep his glare.

Pulling back, River folded his thumb to your clit and growled at you. "Eyes on me, baby. I want to see you cum."

You crooned, leaking more onto the desk as you straightened your head to hold his gaze. Doing so, your toes instantly curled and with River clamping onto your clit again, you came with a new ferocity.

Your pussy clenched with a newer sensation, splashing River's chin with your juices. Petting at the back of his shaved head, you rode against his nose and fingers until his eyes fluttered in response and came in his hand.

"Oh, holy fuck," you gasped, exasperated, dropping your legs off the edge of the desk. "River, goddamn."

River hunched his shoulders forward, catching his breath again and staring up at you from under his brow. "Was that good?"

He stood up slowly, looming over you with a light glean of sweat on his chest.

"Better than," you huffed, grabbing his hips and guiding his still-hard cock into you. You cried into his chest, leaning back to pull him into you.

River's hands cradled your face, watching your face scrunch on a whole new level of pleased. His hips rolled into you, mapping every minute reaction on your face.

Goosebumps grew on your body with River planting himself deep into you again. A new film of sweat decorated your forehead, your hair fully sweated through.

"Can you cum again for me?" River asked against your lips.

Your lips parted to breathe his air, your hands holding his waist and following his languid thrusts. Every movement had your body reacting with new vulnerability.

You pulled River impossibly close, begging silently for his kiss. "I-I don't know if I-I can," you simpered, following River's slow thrusts.

River nudged your nose on both sides, his thumbs caressing your cheeks. "Be my good girl, cum again."

Your knees caught onto River's hips, your hands circling to knead his ass. "S-stay just like that."

He seethed, kissing your cupid's bow then bottom lip individually before catching your mouth. River picked up his thrusts, pistoning his hips seamlessly and making you break into a whimper.

You leaned against River's chest, ready to batter him off of you but finding your edge quickly, cumming a fourth time on your boyfriend's wonder cock.

Your pussy throbbed uncontrollably, leaking more onto River's waist and the floor.

"My very, very good girl," River praised, pulling from your kiss and shutting his eyes to relish in your extra-wet cunt.

He hummed at you, nosing your cheeks, hairline and kissing softly at your forehead. River dropped his hands and curled them around your waist, keeping himself balls-deep inside of you.

You sniveled against his chest, feeling his cock twitch inside of your pussy. "Call me that again."

River smirked at you, moving around to sit on the couch, you in his lap. "My very, very good girl." He rolled your hips on his cock, making you croon.

"I love that look on your face, V, when my cock hits deep," River confided, kneading at your thighs.

Your hands braced River's thick shoulders, then hugged him close while crying against his mouth.

"It's so good, Riv. Oh god, oh fuck," you simpered, your spent cunt gripping tighter at River's cock.

It almost felt like another orgasm growing, your knees gelatinous and unable to stabilize yourself.

River's hands skirted up your body before finally holding your face again. "Maybe you need a break."

Your eyes fluttered, moaning into his mouth but nodding. River pulled you off of his cock then threw you over his shoulder to carry upstairs.

Your knees clenched together, the jostling making your pussy react. River playfully spanked your ass, rounding the stairs to the landing then further to the bedroom.

He tossed you onto the bed, watching your body bounce. Your legs splaying open, breasts jiggling, River grunted affirmatively and climbed onto the bed after you.

"I can barely keep my hands off you, V," River muttered, grabbing you and curling you into him.

He cuddled you close, working his shoulders into the mattress to get comfortable. You nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck, your body weighing down from ecstasy.

River brushed your sweaty hair away from your forehead, bending to peck your hairline. "We'll pick up when you have the energy."

You hummed in agreement, curling your leg around his waist. River ran his hand down your back, holding your ass closer to him.

-

You woke up, barely half an hour later, nuzzling your face against River. Your arms draped around him, you raised your chin to look down at him. He grinned, tilting his head up.

His hands cupped at your ass, your legs straddled over his waist. "Even in your sleep, you can't keep your hands off of me."

You flopped your forehead against his chest. "Shut up."

River squeezed at your body appreciatively, laughing with you. "It's cute, at least I know you like me."

"More than that," you responded, raising up to peck his skin.

River hummed, bending his neck to sniff the top of your head. He kissed there, shifting you to acknowledge his stiffened cock rested just beneath your waist. "How 'bout round two?"

You crooned, sitting up on River's chest, unable to hide your deviant grin. "Let's break it all in."

River's brows leveled, his eyes lighting with something salacious. You lifted your knee, grabbing his throbbing length and angling it up to your pussy.

Upon grazing his tip against you, your nipples perked and a new shudder went through your body. Your pussy reacted with a flutter, holding your lips open to sink down on him.

An errant cry escaped you with taking in River's full length. His hands ghosted down your hips, cradling your thighs before slipping to the backs of your knees.

He garnered the look on your face, the minute pleasure that wracked through your body upon insertion. He licked at his top lip then folded his bottom lip between his teeth.

River couldn't help his own reaction, a groan escaping from behind his lips. Your hands braced his stomach, admiring the divots of his muscle before readying your knees.

You raised up, the slow drag of River leaving you making you gasp in awe. When you reached the tip, you reversed back down to him, driving both of you to whine.

Bracing your knees, you picked up your pace a bit, riding your boyfriend into the mattress. River's cyber hand offered a spank to the fleshiest part of your ass, growling intently at the jiggle that followed.

He thought of devouring you again, mouth readily watering to sink his nose in your pussy again. Lifting his hips, he met your meter and fucked you harder.

Your hand at his stomach went up to his chest, your face scrunched. It was way too soon, but the warmth grew from your pussy and up your back before blooming through your stomach. Folding against River, you moaned and mewed against his skin as you came.

Your hand reached back to keep River's cock angled into you, pumping through your orgasm. Your pussy pulsed around his hot cock, wiggling and groaning in its euphoric wake.

"Keep going," you grizzled against River's chest, trying to pull yourself upright again.

River fought through the heated core of your pussy, now a whole new level of inviting. He ran his hand up your side, catching your wrist at his chest and kissing the meat of your palm.

Still he fucked into you, already a broken mess, and stuttered his hips to cum. He stilled, holding his hips into you and emptying his balls into your begging cunt.

You gasped at the sensation, the heated gush into you making you break into a sweat. Chin rested in the middle of River's ribs, you met his gaze and flashed a lazy smile.

He narrowed his eye at you, sitting up and cradling you against him. River barely basked in the warm afterglow, only carried you to the bathroom.

Your arms curled around his neck, you writhed on his still-hard cock and readily waited for the next destination. River stepped into the golden shower stall, carefully letting you off of him.

His cum leaked from your pussy, slathering down your ass and between your thighs as he slammed the shower button with his cyber hand.

River held onto his cock at the base, leaning back into the spray to wet his head and shoulders. You stood by, the off-spray hitting you while you watched, mesmerized, the rivulets that trailed down your boyfriend's sculpted body.

Leaning in, you raised up and slurped some of the water from River's clavicle while your hands roamed around his slickened body. River looked down at you, waiting for you to meet his gaze before kissing him.

Parting from him, you mapped soft kisses down his neck and chest then further to his stomach and waist before kneeling before his cock.

With his hand grasped at his base, you kissed his tip. River stared down at you, reacting with heavy exhale. Staring up at him, you opened your mouth to take him in.

Your tongue rolled out of your mouth, you edged River's twitching cock in and his tip rang at the back of your throat. Taking a moment to adjust, you readily exhaled through your nose.

At the same time, your free hand roamed down to your pussy and sank two fingers in. River watched you take him in, fingering yourself, his chest puffing.

You moaned against his cock, the vibrations making him groan. The two at the same time, you felt your pussy aching for River again.

River snarled, already sensitive from cumming once. He measured his breathing, trying to not explode in your mouth no matter how hard you tried.

You worked on his cock, bobbing in and pulling off of him to swirl your tongue around his tip; Pulling a whine from River's throat, you felt yourself get wetter from the sound as you pumped your fingers.

River's shoulders shuddered, finally giving in to your efforts and cumming deep in your throat. He groaned, his noises echoing against the gold stall of the shower.

Your nipples hardened at the sound that escaped your boyfriend, driving you to want to mount him again. His cum shot in the back of your throat, hot and gooey, the faint salt of him making you thirsty.

You gulped at the tip of his cock, milking the last of his essence dry before River scoffed in disbelief and playfully pushed you off of him.

You giggled against his palm, leaning back to grin at him with your mouth still full of cum. River looked down at you, ready to pounce, but helped you back to your feet and ran his thumb over your mouth to clean his cum off of you.

"You are so fucking sexy," River praised, his thumb dragging your bottom lip down as you swallowed his essence.

You hummed, leaning into his slick body as he spun you two around. The two of you shared the spray of the water while River caught your lips in a deep kiss; he reached for your thigh, pulling your knee up to brace his waist.

He pushed into you, pressing your back to the cool slate of the shower. You sighed into his mouth, the tang of your essence still on his taste. Biting away in slight disgust of yourself, River made up for your distance ready to scour your dirty mouth with his tongue.

His hand traced up and down your thigh, silently appreciating the sculpt of your body, how you fit into his hands. His cyber hand clasped your jaw, captivating as much of you in his hold at once.

"I love you, baby," River parted from your mouth to catch his breath.

He stood in the spray, letting his bottom lip catch the water as it traveled down his face. There was never going to be a moment you'd tire of looking at him.

You circled your arms around his neck and jumped onto his waist, crossing your legs around him. "I love you more. Missed you still."

River blushed at you, unable to help the healthy grin he offered. "Not anymore, I'm right here with you."

His arms braced your thighs, easily holding you up. Your hands smushed at his cheeks, pecking his pouty lips before begging his kiss again.

He obliged you, carrying you out of the shower and to the bathroom counter. You sat your ass on the counter, sliding back down to your feet; River took that moment to spin you by your waist and bend you over the sink.

You giggled amorously, feeling his shaft stiffen between your thighs. "Don't want to miss a spot, huh?"

River heartily laughed, bending to pepper your back with kisses. He licked the drops of water from your skin before nudging your ear with his nose. "You know me, V. I'm thorough."

That made your pussy tense again, eyes rolling at the thought of being used again. River spared no time working your wetness with his middle and ring finger before parting your lips and sinking into you.

You moaned against the clouded glass of the mirror, the condensation building with the steam of your shower. River braced his cyber hand on your waist, backing you rhythmically into him; while his other hand reached out and touched the mirror glass, revealing the sight of him stood aggressively behind you.

Your eyes caught onto his reflection, staring at his focus on your ass; the water on his skin dewing with his building sweat. You pulled your bottom lip in and shivered at the sound fucking he was giving.

River's eyes glanced up from under his brow, catching your eyes on him. He thrusted a bit harder into you, earning your knees buckling, then winked and continued.

You bowed your head down, already close again but River's hand smacked your ass; his fingers found their way into your hair, combing up from the nape before tugging gently and making you whimper in delight.

"Eyes on me, baby," River ordered, his voice a sultry rasp.

You did as you were told, licking your lips and meeting his eyes in the mirror. His feather necklace decorated just along his clavicle swiveled with his thrusts, swinging in the area of his gorgeous chest hair.

Your lovestruck eyes met with River's, your body melting at his piercing gaze. You forced your knees together, a hand going out to brace his waist for pause as you came undone again.

His cock felt thicker with pulsing around it, your pussy dribbling onto his waist and between your thighs. You kept your eyes on him, mouth agape as you moaned incoherent praise for his undoing.

River's hand in your hair tightened a tad, slowing his pace to not overdo himself. He seethed between his teeth, admiring the muscled throb of your pussy on his length. If it were up to him, he'd make your pussy his new home.

He practically was.

-

After shutting off the shower, River carried you out of the bathroom and downstairs. Thankfully, he understood that your legs would be useless for a bit.

Your knees were magnetized together, riding out the last of your orgasm with your still-spasming pussy. Hands bracing his bare back, you teasingly spanked him just as he had to you.

He laughed, looking over his shoulder in the direction of you before jostling you on his shoulder.

"That's cute, V," he said, rounding the landing and walking down to the first floor.

You beamed cheekily, offering a pinch to his tanned ass cheek as he surveyed the apartment. Crossing the living room, he set you on your feet before the window by the extra large television.

"Hands on the glass," he said, bending over you to force your hands to the glass. River pressed into you in a way that pressed your breasts to the tepid glass, your pert nipples greeted with a chill. "Don't look down."

He tenderly bit your earlobe then disappeared behind you. You half-expected his cock to pave into you again, the throb of your pussy almost second nature at this point with him.

But it was his tongue that lined down your lips, curling to tickle your clit.

"Ohh." You pressed your forehead to the glass, shutting your eyes from staring out at the mid-morning skyline of Night City.

You weren't going to look down, not that you had a thing for heights, but just as River told you not to. His nose swiped between your lips, earning your foot raising. It almost tickled, but way deep in your core.

His tongue backtracked, lining up to your entrance before sinking in. River's lips moved in effort with his tongue, having you squirming against his muscle embedded deep in you.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck," you muttered against the glass, tilting your hips out to earn more of the heavy, hot, warm, wet feeling of your boyfriend's mouth.

At the same time, River's cyber hand pressed to your clit with his middle finger tapping at such a speed to meet his tongue lapping your walls.

You decided to ready yourself with God, if he was there, because you were about to see a whole new light. River's cock took you there every time, but his mouth almost kept you there.

You broke into a pant against the glass, nipples almost hard enough to cut through the glass of your bird's eye apartment. Trying to last just for the sensation almost wasn't worth the euphoria that would tear through you.

Your hands stood on your fingertips, wanting to pull away to shove River's poor face further into your ass so you could have more of his fucking tongue.

River noised while clamped to your pussy and involuntarily earned your orgasm. Your knees forced together, moaning against the glass and close to crumbling though River held you up.

He felt your cunt gush into his mouth, a new wave of wetness to paint his chin with your juices. River could barely contain his smile, slowly pulling his tongue back and earning more of your whimpers from doing so.

You slid down the window glass, your knees finally bracing the floor as you hid your face in your forearm to catch yourself. It was still too good, wracking with the last remnants of your other orgasm and actively making your brain melt.

Why no sex all time? If sex this good, why work? If River cock make see stars, why leave bed?

You were trying to regain some sense of sanity. This was just breaking it in together. There would be so many more instances like this. Your excited, yet utterly spent, pussy was fluttering with excitement.

River would be here everyday, and God knows you two never tired of each other.

River sat back on his knees, watching you writhe and shiver from this one; he grabbed your ankle and pulled you across the floor to him.

"V, you okay?"

Rolling onto your back, you stared at the ceiling; taking in the fresh air, you grinned lazily and nodded. "Better than. Fucking hell, that's so not fair."

River smirked, pulling your legs to drape over his lap; he ignored his cock already raising again from your beautiful noises, only ran his hands up and down your thighs comfortingly. "What's not?"

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your face. Your chest held a butterfly-light flutter, as if now ready for the next orgasm you'd rip through.

You thought about how many times you'd come in the last two hours. Seven times. The thought alone made you start spinning.

Thinking about how many times River came in that same span made your stomach feel oily inside. Even with a quick recovery, you were slacking on making him cum so hard he saw stars.

River waited for your answer, bending over you to peel your arms away from your face. He hovered just above you, an absolute angel and delight. "What's not, babe?"

Your brows furrowed, wanting to be upset but only appreciating his beautiful voice, how soft he could be. "I want to make you cum again."

River showed his teeth, laughing down at you. "I'm good, you're already right on track."

You shook your head, determined; pulling him a little closer to you, you narrowed your eyes. "No, I will make you cum again."

"I bet on it," River offered in response, still not gleaning your idea of fair share. "You're doing great so far."

You tittered, caressing his face while your other hand reached down for his cock. "I can make it better."

Your grip caused River to jolt above you, his eye widening. Before he could say anything, you started stroking his twitching length.

He huffed against your lips, keeping your gaze while you worked your hand in steady, long stroked around his cock. You felt yourself getting worked up again at the thought, but bit it back.

This was River appreciation right now. You parted your lips to match his, offering your mouth for his kiss if he wanted. Your hand was a mediocre impasse, seeing as your pussy was mere inches away weeping to be used again.

But this was just to focus on him. You wanted his pleasure, you wanted to see it wash over his handsome face and for you to bask in it.

And you kinda wanted his cum to splatter on your pussy, effectively claiming it as his even though it wasn't necessary.

River bowed into you, his stomach bracing yours as his forearms planted on either side of your face. "V."

"I know, baby. I want you to cum on me," you pleaded, puffing your chest to press your breasts against him. "I want you to sign your name in it. Make me all yours, Riv."

River's puffed air from his open mouth onto yours. He bit back a snarl, crashing into your lips and moaning into you. Your fingers played at his hot tip then worked back down, feeling the veins in his cock roll and tense until he finally came.

He exploded against your clit, your wrist, and into your navel. His body shivered in pleasure, his noises traveling down your throat and making your chest feel even lighter.

It felt good, bringing him to ecstasy. No, it felt euphoric itself; you could've cum from experiencing it.

He bit at your bottom lip while pulling away, gathering his cum from your stomach and clit then fingering it back into you. "Only you make me do that. It's always gonna be you. I'm all yours."

You playfully chomped your teeth in the direction of his nose. You thought of having this man for every meal, especially dessert. You'd have a slice of him with coffee for breakfast, twice in bed before you'd go to sleep.

The possibilities were endless. You acknowleged him by bringing him in and shoving your tongue in his mouth, rolling on top of him on the white fur rug of the living room.

Now you were realizing what was missing from this apartment. A fireplace.

That would've been the next place you'd have had River fuck you. Maybe turning on a video of a fireplace would suffice, but maybe later. You needed him again, even though he was right under you, caressing and squeezing your body as if you'd evaporate into thin air.

"Fuck me in the library," you breathed out, parting from his delectable lips.

River nodded, as if receiving work orders, then sprung into action to carry you there.

-

The very last place to christen, River sat in the book nook chair and pulled you into his lap. "Let me try something with you."

You followed his silent lead, bringing your knees up to brace the chair as River lined you up to sit on his cock; one of his hands crossed to your breast, already playing with your nipple as his cyber hand went to hold your pussy open.

He curled your arm around the back of his neck to suction his mouth to your nipple at the same time you sank onto his cock.

A new whimper escaped you, leaning into River to moan at the ceiling. All of it at once felt too overstimulating, you were sure you were going to explode upon insertion.

You were a withering mess on River's lap, rolling your hips as his fingers rubbed in soft circles. His tongue softly rounded your nipple, pinching your other between his fingers.

"River," you curled your hand to brace his temple, staring at him suckling your breast into his mouth.

His length twitched inside of you, meeting with your throbbing walls and earning a few moans between the two of you. Your eyes shut, attempting to breathe easily though your body was gaining in heat.

River's body under you, his warmth bringing a new film of sweat. It was almost instantaneous, unfair, cumming on his cock and writhing over him.

His fingers pinched a bit harder at your pert nipple, his teeth lining around your other. Scrubbing your clit, River kept going as it cut through your orgasm. It was short-lived, bringing on a new wake of heat and making you writhe further.

Your body broke into goosebumps, toes curling as a whole new sensation rushed through you on the back end of your orgasm. Your pussy clenched harder around River's cock, finding it throb outward as you wet your boyfriend's lap and the insides of your thighs.

You collapsed against River, the new rush drawing more energy from you. Chest light and full of flutter, you begged River to let you go at least.

RIver obliged with your nipple, leaving a few soft teeth indents on your breast before finally stilling his cock inside of you just enjoying the massage of your pussy.

He ducked his face behind your shoulder, pulling you further into his hold to ease you from the heightened sensitivity. "Anywhere else, baby?"

You laughed dryly, turning on his shoulder to kiss his cheek. "I'm sure we'll find a new place soon enough."

River grinned against your skin, opting to check the time from the clock on the book shelf. "Wanna get some lunch?"

"Order in? I don't think I'll be walking for a minute," you winced, feeling your knees reduced to gelatin.

"Sounds great to me, I want you glued to my side in that bed. It's calling my name." River nudged your nose then pecked your lips.

"Good, because that's all I was thinking about. Carry me?"

River shifted in his seat, pulling you off of him then shifting you over his shoulder. "Already there."

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how would the boys' room look like in a modern setting?

Hey there, Lacie owo Well, tbf, the only ML of mine that isn't in a modern setting is Njero. Flores is like, half and half because he spends some time in the human world as well. I'll do my best to describe their rooms, though! (Long post incoming lmao)

Lucas: Pretty minimalistic, about what you'd expect from a 40-year-old man that lives alone. His walls are lined with bookshelves and floating shelves, all containing a myriad of history, mathematics, novels, language and recipe books. The only pieces of furniture he has in his room are as follows: a king-sized bed (sheets are cream and black), a wardrobe, an ottoman, a desk (also covered in books and papers, though he does have a study too), and a large plant in the corner. If his partner were to move in, he would try to hang up more pictures and buy more decorative items!

Njero: If he were in a modern setting, I think his room would look similar to Lucas', except there would be more paintings and maps on the walls. I'd like to think he would also have a sky light in his room. His bed is probably queen-sized with dark blue and grey sheets. I imagine him having lots and lots of throw pillows lol. He would also have a cat bed and a bird perch in his room for his familiars. His bedroom floors are definitely hardwood with a large black rug in the middle of the floor.

Leumin: Since I plan to make a sequel to his game, y'all will eventually get to see what Leu's room looks like! I'll still try to explain it though- his bed is a king-sized with white and lavender-colored sheets. He sleeps with two or more pillows, and possibly a plushie or two. His walls are covered in anime or game posters for sure. He also has a shelf dedicated to figurines and statues he owns. Has a nightstand with a cute lamp and also a star projector on it. There's also a few potted plants and terrariums lining the small desk he has in the corner. More often than not, you'll find a stack of fresh clothes in the chair at his desk that he hasn't folded/hung up yet-

Flores: His room in the fairy world is kind of similar to the one he has in the human world, so I'll just explain his human world home! Flo's room is more like Leu's room, but times ten with the plants. He also has a little fish tank in the corner! His bed is definitely a king-size canopy bed and his sheets are dark green or white, he changes them often. He keeps a mini bookshelf full of children's books right beside his dresser, and he'll usually give them out to the kids at the clinic. His walls are also covered, but in paintings he's bought, and decorative vines/moss. Has a little white vanity with a cute mirror and pretty pink lights surrounding it too!

Mikka: Similar to Njero's, but a lot more messy. He's got papers, books, journals, and test tubes overflowing on his desk with a big box of papers and textbooks right beside it. He's also got a lot of bookshelves with a lot of books missing from them that he misplaces often- his bed is a queen-sized and the sheets he puts on it varies (usually ocean-themed though). He also has a large fish tank and some terrariums in the corner of his room, but the fish tank is almost always empty. The only thing he keeps tidy in his room is his dresser/wardrobe. His clothes are always ironed and hung up, shoes polished and lined up perfectly in his walk-in closet. Also has a floor-length mirror somewhere in there.