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be-gay-do-heists · 4 years ago

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OKAY finally finished with eliot hand pain hurt/comfort fic, and i couldn’t actually decide whether i preferred it in second or third person POV. this is the version with the third person POV, otherwise nothing is different from the other version !

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Contrary to what the four crazy people he spent his time risking his life for nowadays thought, Eliot didn’t like the pain.

There was nothing cleansing about it, nothing satisfactory. A ringing hit to his jaw didn’t feel like penance. The actual protection aspect was a different story. Standing like a wall between your people and danger, there was nothing that made Eliot’s ribs ache with pleasure like that; a wall didn’t feel, didn’t think, it was just an immutable fact. He was an immutable fact. The problem was that the wall-as-Eliot, or perhaps the Eliot-as-wall, had to become human again sometime after the last man went down and the last dollar bill was stuffed into a duffel. To hurt was human, and not just to hurt but to remember the wound long, long after, for it to live in your knees and wrists and between the vertebrae in your spine. Some days— and this was a product of how long after a job it had been, how hard he had pushed—some days were worse than others. The fact that some days the first sound out of his mouth wasn’t even a groan, but a whine, or worse the half-awake pleading for please please make it stop i’ll do anything just make it stop—

No, Eliot didn’t like the pain.

Comparatively, today was a good day. Today, he could get out of bed. His head and body were blessedly in agreement that it was in his best interests to swing his twinging knees to the side of the mattress, push himself up onto legs that were sore but stable, with arms that shook only slightly. But compared to Eliot’s best days, the ones where except for the old shoulder injury which would never let him forget it and the scar on his hip that put a falter in his giddy-up in all kinds of weather, the days on which except for those he sometimes even forgot the pain, this didn’t hold a candle. Today his hands were so beat and weak that the ache radiated up to his mid-forearm, settled into him all familiar-like and made its home in him.

In the bathroom, Eliot used his wrist to turn on the faucet and stuck his mouth under the water to drink. Holding a cup was off the agenda. His morning routine was interspersed with winces, not unusual for his post-job bathroom adventures, and if it took Eliot longer to shimmy on the sweats he knew he wouldn’t be getting out of today, it made him appreciate the comfort of wearing them a little more.

Going handless was fine until he was face to face with the fridge, and resisting the urge to growl at it, like that would solve anything. Taking a deep breath, he put a hand on the stainless steel handle, testing his grip. A light flex had Eliot drawing it back like the metal had burned him, like someone had snapped a tight clothespin onto each ligament. He took a moment to pace a couple steps, let out a loud but cathartic expletive, and then wedge his hand between the handle and the door so he could open the fridge with his elbow strength. The feeling of triumph behind his collarbone faded quickly as the hitter scanned its contents and realized there was nothing he wanted to eat, or at least nothing he wanted to hold and eat. The thought of grasping a fork brought another growl to his throat, and he slammed the fridge door to stomp to the couch and throw himself down, cradling his hands in his lap.

Eliot knew the drill: in an hour, he would grit his teeth and get to up to try and fumble open his bottle of painkillers, and if he succeeded, he would wait another hour for them to truly kick in so he could handle the tv remote, put on whatever game was on, and vegetate on the couch until further notice. The phone he had left on the nightstand rang loudly, fully audible from the other room, blaring out the chorus to “Macho Man” that Hardison had put as his ringtone and Eliot hadn’t figured out how to get rid of yet. If it was important, whoever it was would call again, so he ignored it. His ire rose when the same noise sang out from the bedroom a couple minutes later, a bit-off groan escaping from his clenched teeth as he levered himself up to get to it as fast as he could, awkwardly accepting the call and maneuvering the phone between his shoulder and ear. “What?”

“Man, we haven’t heard from you since we split yesterday, I thought we were gonna get a beer downstairs last night?”

He rubbed his eyes with his wrist, frustrated that he had forgotten he was supposed to get together with Hardison the night before. Getting home, washing the sweat and blood off, and falling into bed had seemed like the only goal in his mind. “Look, sorry, I’ve been busy. And if this ain’t important, you—“

“Bullshit. Absolute bullshit, you’re using your tough-guy, bullshit voice. And you actually apologized, so something is double wrong.”

Eliot snarled. “I don’t have— Hardison, I don’t know what you’re talking about, just leave me alone.”

“Too late, we’re already at your place.”

Before he could open his mouth, his doorbell rang, drawing a groan from him. If he was correct about who the “we” was, it seemed silly to even ring it. His suspicions were confirmed thirty seconds later as the door clicked open anyways and Parker and Hardison came in, having the decency to at least look slightly sheepish. Eliot had already moved back to the couch, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. “Make yourself at home, why don’t you,” he growled.

“Excuse us for being worried about your wellbeing, Mr. Suffer-In-Silence,” Hardison scoffed.

Parker leapt onto the couch cushion next to him. “We thought you might have been captured by ninjas.”

“You would know if I had been captured by ninjas,” Eliot muttered. “It’s a very dis— look, you’ve seen that I’m not kidnapped, it’s our day off, can you please leave and let me rest.”

“You still owe us a hangout from last night!” Parker chirped. “Don’t worry, we won’t stay long.” She vaulted back over the couch to go rummage through his snack cabinets, getting into the granola bin by the sound of it. Eliot made a note to restock it before she came back next.

When he next opened his eyes, Hardison was lightly sitting on his coffee table, looking at the hands still resting in the hitter’s lap. “What’s up with your hands, Eliot?”

Eliot’s first instinct was to deflect. He trusted his team, sure, but this was different. They weren’t supposed to know that he had these days. That he wasn’t invulnerable. “Nothing’s wrong with them, stop sitting on my coffee table.”

“Mhm mhm, sure,” Hardison said. “Go like this for me?” He wiggled his fingers in a “hey sailor” kind of fashion. Before Eliot could tell him just what he thought about that, Parker’s ponytail swung into the side of his face, the thief reaching down to poke one of his hands faster than he could stop her.

By the time Eliot was able to refocus and pull himself back from the whiteout of pain, Parker and Hardison were looking at him with open concern, the hacker leaning back slightly, a little pale. Eliot thought he might have howled; he wasn’t sure. Both his hands were clenched tightly to his chest, wrists together, arms outward, wishbone shaped. He felt just as brittle as one, with their stares on him. He summoned the anger from his throat, the only weapon at his disposal (only half-expecting that it would work, always defenseless when it came to their prodding).

“Can you leave me the hell alone now?”

Hardison looked at him, taking his time formulating his thoughts, but it was Parker who spoke. “Nope.” Eliot turned to her where she was perched on the couch. “You get hurt taking care of us. Now you let us take care of you.”

Eliot looked at Hardison pleadingly, hoping he at least would take pity on him and let him wallow by himself. The hitter wanted to hide like the trap-escaped, half-dead badger whose den he had accidentally put his foot into half a lifetime ago in the Italian Alps, earning him an earful of hissing that scared the shit out of him. He wondered if he seemed as belligerent as that now.

Hardison just shrugged and smiled gently. “Hey, you heard the woman.” He leaned forward slightly, just enough in Eliot’s space to let him feel his warm presence without crowding. “Couldn’t get rid of us if you tried.”

He didn’t want to try, was the thing. It was only that it wasn’t their job to take care of him. It was his to take care of them. They just seemed to be wholly unaware of this.

“You taken anything for those yet?” Hardison asked, pointing at his hands. He hummed at Eliot’s slight head shake. “Thought so. Which ones?”

“White bottle, red pills. Only need a half,” Eliot mumbled, slouching. Parker was already up and heading to the bathroom.

“We need to get something you can actually open when this happens, some kind of spring-loaded catch maybe,” Hardison mused. “Alright, let me see them.” He patted his legs, frowning at Eliot’s growl. “C’mon, none of that. I know they hurt, I’ll be really, really gentle. I won’t even touch without asking.”

Eliot looked him in the eye for the sincerity he already knew would be there, the eagerness to help that (damn him) was one of his favorite traits of Hardison’s. Hesitantly, he extended his hands, rolling his eyes at the hacker scooting forward to offer his knees to rest them on.

“I assume you got antiseptic and ointment on these knuckles already, so totally disregarding those, even though it sucks. Nothing broken?”

“No, just. Aches. Like a son of a bitch. Can’t make a damn fist. Happens sometimes.”

Parker bounded back in, armed with a glass of water and half a pill in her open hand. “So no jobs for a while. Easy, I’ll tell Nate. Open up.” With a scowl, Eliot took the medication from her fingers with his teeth (gently, gently), and let her raise the glass to his lips, nearly choking as she tipped it a little eagerly, and choking for real when Hardison said, “Whoa, woman, let him swallow.”

“It’s not just the last job, Park, it’s jobs two years ago, or five, or ten,” Eliot managed, once he had his breath back. “Part of the package that comes with the lifestyle. It just happens sometimes, don’t matter what schedule we’re on.”

She frowned. “Still. We shouldn’t be doing jobs if you’re hurt. Nate should know that.”

Hardison leaned forward a little more while he was distracted trying to find the right response to that, that they wouldn’t be doing any jobs at all if that were the case, that Nate trusted him to get the job done no matter what, reaching out to his forearm and stopping just a hair’s breadth shy of touching. The hitter froze, and Hardison did too, meeting his eyes. “It’s ok. I’m just trying something out. Is it alright if I touch you here?” At his tiniest of nods, the hacker placed his fingertips on his arm, rubbing circles so lightly that Eliot almost couldn’t feel it. “Let me know where it starts to hurt, okay?” Hardison applied the slightest pressure as he added his other hand and lightly started rubbing down his forearm. When he got to his wrist, Eliot couldn’t help the strangled noise that partly escaped through his nose, high and strained. Hardison moved away from there immediately, going back to tracing soothing, gentle patterns. “You’re ok, you’re ok. I can work with this, no problem. Where do you keep your hot pads, man?”

“Bathroom, lower right drawer,” Eliot grit out. Parker was zipping off to get it and warm it up before he could even process. Hardison applied a little more pressure with his fingertips, rubbing the meat of his forearm. Eliot breathed out long and slow at how good it felt once the initial ache had ebbed.

“I want to try giving you a hand massage, but I don’t wanna hurt you more than it would help,” Hardison said, pausing slightly. “You up for it? I’m not gonna pressure you either way.”

Eliot’s thoughts stuttered, and then bolted in different directions. The feeling that he didn’t deserve this, that this was too much to ask, which had been simmering this whole time leapt to life again. It joined with the wounded, snarling animal part of him that still wanted to hide, burrow down with the covers over his head until his pain faded into the muted background noise of the world. He didn’t even know if a hand massage would work, might make the pain worse.

But it might be nice, a small, hopeful part of him murmured. Eliot couldn’t remember the last time he had been offered something like this, let alone the last time he had taken the person up. If there was anyone he trusted to do it, if there was anyone he wanted to receive it from, it was these two. How could he refuse them even he wasn’t fully on board with what they were suggesting?

“Sure, just…” Eliot said as Parker returned with the hot pad, pausing from tossing it hand to hand like a hot potato to fix her stare on him. He licked his lips, swallowed around a dry throat. “Just be gentle.”

“I will,” Hardison said earnestly, taking the hot pad from Parker to gently maneuver it under Eliot’s hands, resting on his knees. Eliot tensed slightly as the thief leapt up onto the back of the couch, perching above his head, but otherwise relaxed as the warmth of the hot pad started to loosen the ache in his hands. Hardison started where he had before, applying the slightest pressure to the hitter’s forearm. Parker ran her fingertips lightly through his hair, humming.

“Your hair is kinda wonky,” she said, fingers catching on a tangle. Eliot winced.

“That’s what happens when you go to bed without brushing it properly, you know that,” he grumbled, breath hitching as her fingertips grazed his scalp. His breath stuttered again as Hardison’s hands started working towards the sore meat of his wrist. Eliot’s hand began to shake.

“It’s ok baby, I got you,” Hardison murmured under his breath, more soothing sound than words. Eliot cracked open an eye to see him looking between his hands and his phone, playing a video where it was propped on his thigh.

“Man, are you watching hand massage tutorials right now?” he gritted out, doing a poor job of masking his genuine amusement with frustrated disbelief.

The hacker tapped his index finger against Eliot’s arm lightly. “I’ve been watching videos dude; think you’re so slick, tryna hide your hand pain from me. I just wanna make sure I get it right in real time.”

Parker’s fingers running through Eliot’s hair more boldly silenced any follow-up thoughts he had, mind going fuzzy with how good it felt. Without thinking, he insistently pushed his head up further into her touch, making her laugh. The sound reverberated in his chest, leaving him longing to hear it again. Instead a half-whine left his throat as Hardison probed the bottom of Eliot’s palm, the ache drawing him back to full awareness.

The hacker backed off for a moment. “Sorry, sorry. You still cool to keep going?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Eliot breathed shakily.

“Just tell me if there’s anyplace else that needs to be handled more delicately, or you don’t want me going at all,” Hardison said, putting his clever hands to Eliot’s again and taking up his gentle, slow pace. Parker’s fingers had paused in his hair a second, but went back to running through it again, scratching his scalp on every other pass.

Slowly, slowly, the vice of pain on Eliot’s hands started to dissipate, bone by bone, finger by finger. He don’t know how long he sat there in a haze, as Hardison and Parker patiently touched him, fixated on the single task of caring for him. The thought made the tender space behind his breastbone twinge. When he surfaced from the half-asleep contentment of their efforts, the television was on, Star Trek playing at the lowest volume. Eliot grunted, lifting his head from the couch to look at the two of them sitting beside him, grinning at his movements. Hardison’s warm hand was still in his, but instead of massaging he was just holding it softly.

“Hey sleepy,” teased Parker, throwing herself over Hardison to get closer and forcing an “Oof!” out of him.

Eliot looked down to his hands, flexing one experimentally, in disbelief at how the ache had faded to an almost imperceptible hum. With the other he tightened his fingers around Hardison’s hand, moving his thumb lightly over his.

“Hey,” Eliot simply said back, a real smile rising to his lips.

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weasvlys · 4 years ago

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Oh god, i love when you request me stuff specially this kind of things ~hehe~. Anyways, sure! Here you have your naughty blurb. @bellaisahufflepuff

And just a little reminder: I TAKE REQUESTS, even the really naughty ones? Yes! Even de multifandom ones? Yesss, even the orgy or threesome ones? YESS! Even the queer ones? YEEEEEES, so go on, and request!.

- Xoxo, Vennus.

After Quidditch.

Draco Malfoy x Y/N x Fred Weasley (Female! Gryffindor! Reader)

Warnings: Smut, Explicit language, cursing, degradation, slut shaming, double penetration, parissss, rough sex (spanking, hair pulling, choking, etc), threesome, unprotected sex, etc.

Words count: 2815, i know, it's a bit long but it is worth it.

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"This is not fair Professor Hooch!" Fred yelled from his broomstick, annoyed by the lack of Draco Malfoy, who had thrown his twin off his broom and he had dislocated his shoulder and as a result could not continue playing "I'm sorry to say it's not, Weasley." She responded in the same way as the "You are entering the other Weasley's position" she said, patting you on the shoulder. You got up from the bench, got on the broom and began to play, the game was very close, Harry still did not see the snitch and Slytherin was winning 50 to 10, to Gryffindor, you hoped it would not happen that the same as in the world cup with Ireland and Bulgaria. But for a moment you forget all those thoughts watching Fred stood next to you, with that imnotating smile and those sexy eyes, it was difficult to concentrate having him there, and even worse, to Malfoy from across the field, they both looked so sexy in those uniforms that they were so snug it was hard not to see their muscles through them, but if it still couldn't get worse, their dicks. Fred had that voice and gaze full of lust again, as if he would think of fucking you at the end of the game, and Draco lifting that chest and brushing his damp hair from his face flexing his arms and letting you see their muscles... Merlin, the very idea of seeing them doing that naked and drenched with sweat made you feel a rush of pleasure in your core. And taking you out of all those thoughts, a gust passed in front of you, followed by a wet and cold wind, it was Harry accompanied by Draco, it seemed that he had finally found the snitch, but they quickly disappeared from your sight, now they seemed to be in the sky, looking for the snitch.

You were looking up at the sky when the sound of a furious bludger caught your attention, you quickly hit it to prevent it from landing on your face resulting in an accidental 'goal', however putting a bludger in any of the hoops did not give any points, but fortunately the bludger hit Marcus Flint, who's the captain, and bounced off Peregrine Derrick, who is one of the punchers, knocked them both out in action. "Professor, that was a foul!" he reproached Lucian Bole, another of the thugs "It is not dear", replied the teacher, winking at you, Lucian only snorted, "Good one Y/L/N" Fred told you with a wink, damnit, he's so sexy... You turned to the front to see Draco looking at you with a smirk, he gave you an up and down look and then softly lick and bite his lip. That was enough to make you melt.

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The game was over and with the torture of seeing Draco and Fred, at least for the weekend you could get rid of their stares. Gryffindor had won despite expectations, it seemed that again Slytherin had lost by trusting.

"Won't you join us? We will celebrate, there will be firewisky" asked Harry behind you with a group of Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs "Yes, I'll just take a quick shower" you answered in the same way, You really weren't in the mood to celebrate, after those looks you wanted to go to your room and satisfy yourself just thinking about them. You were about to go into the girls 'bathtubs, when you heard voices coming from the boys' bathroom, which was next door, you tried to listen but there were many Gryffindors celebrating, you peeked in, and as soon as you did, you heard Fred's annoying voice "You're such a coward!" Said Fred, you put your head a little more to see who he was fighting, you saw the redhead's back pushing another boy, he seemed a little smaller than him, however you did not see who it was "At least I don't associate with mudbloods, you are a disgrace to purebloods." As soon as you heard it and knew who it was, that voice and accent you could recognize it anywhere, it was Draco Malfoy, "What do you want, Weasley? You know that I can make her stop talking to you, ignore your existence." Fred pushed him even harder, yanked him by his clothes and pulled him closer to him "Who are you even talking about?"Asked Fred, with a threatening voice, that voice that it made you so hot "You know who the bloody hell I'm talking about... that pretty mudblood girl." Draco replied laughing, Fred again pushed him harder to the wall, you knew what was coming, the Weasleys weren't well known for controlling their emotions, much less against Draco Malfoy.

You entered the bathroom loudly so that both of you will notice your presence "Speaking of the devil" Draco said "What is he talking about, Freddie?" You asked without taking your eyes off Draco, who was now on the ground and Fred next to him, with the expression that Fang usually made when Hagrid scold him "Hahaha, she doesn't know yet?"Again he asked Fred mockingly "Malfoy shut up!" Said Fred crossing his arms, until now you had noticed that Fred wasn't wearing a shirt, shit, that thin and marked body drove you crazy, those hands with veins that went up to his shoulder and that path of red hairs below his navel that went down, you liked to find out how far they go, What you loved the most were those freckles that were scattered everywhere and that v on his hips, "What are you talking about?!" You said now angrily "That Fred Weasley fancy you, I mean, I don't blame him." He answered giving you that up and down look that made your legs shake again, his answer took you very by surprise, you turned to see Fred, who was giving Draco a withering look, then I look at you, he seemed sad, as if his eyes said "I know you don't feel the same", He took a few steps towards you, he took your neck and waist and his lips touched yours, boy that had taken you by surprise, after being the whole game and a little more years fanced by this moment it finally happened, hell, the last thing that could happen now was that Draco kissed you the same way, Drunk with lust and desire, but to your surprise, someone else tugged at your wrist and kissed you in the same seductive way, now it was Draco, "What is this all about? Am I dreaming?" You wondered.

Draco took off from your kiss, you were stunned, you looked at them both in surprise, this couldn't be a dream, you weren't so creative to imagine such a scenario "Actually, we both want you" Draco said gently biting his lip and lifting his hair from his face, Fred began to approach slowly, looking at you like a dam, damn it, only in your dreams had you seen such a look, he took your wrist and pulled hard at it towards his body, "You know Y/N? Seeing you at the game, with all your uniform wet from the rain and with that look, damn it... It made me so hard" He opened the button of his pants and put your hand in his bulge under the boxer, the feeling of his hard and naked cock in the palm of your hand made you sigh "Here... Feel how much I want you".

For a moment you had forgotten that Draco was there, but he made sure that it was not for long, put his hand on your waist and began to give wet kisses on your neck, I go down to your chest where with his other hand he unbuttoned the laces of your cape, letting it fall to the ground, they both separated from you and took off their clothes, even the inner one, you closed the door behind you and you took off the sweater you were playing with, revealing your bra, Fred approached you, leaned over and lowered your pants quickly, while the other boy kissed your neck again, this time leaving marks, until he reached the bra, where he ripped it off,making your breasts bounce into action "Fuck... You such a nasty girl, playing in such a cheating way" he said in a growl, playing with the tip of his tongue on your nipples, making you moan, while the redhead stroked your thigh "I think we should punish her Malfoy" said Fred in such a sensual way that you felt like slowly wetting your panties, "Weasley, it's the first thing we want to agree on" Said the blond mocking your expression, he directed his hand to your neck and took a large lock of hair and roughly pulled it, began to pull it, heading to the sinks, where he gently smashed your face and bare chest on the bar, exposing your butt "You're such a bad girl... Look, thong for quidditch? You sure planned to jerk off after the game, right?" Fred said in the same tone, taking the spring, pulling it, and releasing it, causing it to bind your hip which made you sigh, "Of the honors Weasley" said Draco lowering the thong to your knees "How nice Malfoy..." he just said it and gave you a spanking, so hard you knew it would turn red, he gave another, and another making you moan "Spank her for my Malfoy" said Fred, Draco got behind you and started doing the same as Fred before, but his were harder, he gave a pair and lowered his face to your thigh and gave a kiss on the inside, getting dangerously close to your pussy, got up again and gave a spanking again, again close to your center, gave another, even closer, stopped for a second, he leaned closer and whispered "You're so fucking wet..." and right after he slapped again, but this time in your center "Ahhh d-draco" That had felt wonderfully good, you got up from and went to one of the bathtubs, both boys were looking at you recharged in the washes, with those hot and thirsty looks, you could see their hard throbbing cocks, you could even see that the tip of Fred's seemed to be wet from pre-cum, and Draco impeccably trimmed, just as you imagined.

You opened the watering can and water began to flow from it, falling on your body, it felt so good, you took a soap and began to rub your breasts, aware of how the boys saw you while they let out one or another sigh while they touched "You are not coming guys?" You asked looking at them, they exchanged glances and began to approach, Draco was the first to touch, caressing your thigh while passionately kissing you and leaving a couple of bite while Fred, for his part, went a bit further, he positioned himself behind you and began to caress your ass, he went down gently and you began to feel his middle finger opening your folds, and stroking your clit in circles, making you let out soft moans on Draco's lips "Do you like her beautiful? Do you like the way he touches you?" Draco asked, choking you gently, "Uhhum" You responded softly, and as soon as you did, Fred inserted one of his long fingers into you, you let out a groan, and you could feel how behind you Fred was teasing your reaction, he slowly began to move inside you, while the blonde one got on his knees in front of you, which took you by surprise "Kiss her..." Said the redhead to Draco, he obeyed and gave a soft kiss to your clit "Oh..." You groaned in response, Draco stuck his tongue out and ran through your folds and another moan escaped your lips, and he started sucking on your core, damn it felt so good to have you both like this, To have Fred whispering dirty things to your hatred and Draco looking at you through his eyelashes while both took care of giving pleasure only to you, it was a delight, they began to increase the speed of their acts, and your breathing became more and more agitated, you felt so close to the climax "Keep go-going" you said so close "Are you close little whore?" Fred said again in your ear, you weakly nodded and immediately Fred came out of you and Draco stoped his movement.

"What are you guys doing?" You asked a bit annoying "Just kneel love" Said Fred and immediately after having put you on your knees they both took their cocks "Open that cute little mouth of yours" Draco said putting the tip of his cock in front of your mouth, with your hand you took the base of his cock and put it in your mouth, it barely touched your throat and Draco let out a sweet and tired moan, as if I had waited a long time for it, I tangled his fingers in your hair and began to fuck your mouth while you felt how his moans bounced to your center, making you moan in the same way that he was, it was delicious to hear him, He took his cock out of your mouth and with it he gave a couple of strokes on your tongue, and immediately after this you put Fred's cock in your mouth, it was a little bigger, when you put it in this sack a sigh surprised by your quick action, you began to move his head back and forth making moans jump from the redhead's mouth, "You are such a little whore... Oh fuckk" Said Fred in a grunt "You are such a promiscuous Y/L/N" Draco said after Fred, in the same way. Fred took you by the neck and raised you to his lips, giving you a kiss, his hands went down to your thighs and he pulled them up, carrying you, carefully put your legs on his shoulders, leaving your pussy dangerously uncovered on his painful erection, he moved his hips a little and slid into you "Oh you are so hot and wet little bitch" Fred said in a moan as he entered you, he began to give soft lunges when behind you you felt how Draco accommodated his cock in your anus, slowly inserting it, making you moan so hard that not even the Gryffindor festivities would be enough to shut you up, they both began to move harmoniously, it seemed like it was the first thing they agreed on, to fuck you so hard that you couldn't walk, you dropped your head on Draco's shoulder while he was pulling your hair and Fred was choking you, it felt so fucking good, they tried to control your moans but the excitement of the moment and the wild thrusts of both did not allow it, you felt so close, never before had you liked something so much as now, you moaned in a way only found in muggle porn, you felt your thigh muscles tighten "Are you close love? Why don't you come with us little girl?" Those last words from the blond were enough to take you over the edge.

When you finished you felt like Draco and Fred came out in the same way, you will feel like their fluids dripping out of you, you have never felt so satisfied before, they looked at each other and Fred said "Now get in four" you followed his orders, Draco stood in front of you and Fred behind, as soon as they did, you felt like Fred entered your pussy that was still dripping and Draco put his still hard cock in your mouth, they both began to move, each one touching the end of where they were, you felt so full, seeing Draco through your lashes wet from the bath water and watch the drops of water fall on her nipples while she looks at you in such a seductive way, And to feel Fred behind you moaning so deliciously while every once in a while he spanks you and says something dirty, it turned you on so much, and in the same way, again you felt exceptionally close to your orgasm, it seemed that you both got it and went back to going as fast and rough as possible, making you crazy, Again you felt like when leaving your liquids dripping out of you, it was delicious you felt that complete. "You are such a dirty girl ... We will have to punish you more often" Draco said in a whisper, It was the first time you saw both boys in the same room and so close without fighting, and it fascinates you.

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himitsukki · 5 years ago

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𝗼𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘄𝗮 𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗿𝘂 // 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲

warnings: swearing, suggestive, sexual tension, trapped-in-a-locker-and-must-keep-quiet typa situation

wc: 3,627

based on this masterpiece bless namikawa-san for this amazing voice uwu

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ☼ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

only two more weeks before the spring high preliminary tournament starts.

the team has been training extra hard for the past month to have a chance against their seemingly invincible longtime rival, shiratorizawa academy. as if their standard three hour practice from three to six pm wasn’t enough, the rest of the third years have joined their captain, oikawa tooru, in practicing an extra hour in preparation for the competition. it’s their last tournament, their last opportunity to go to nationals, their last chance to make their goal possible in their high school career.

oikawa, in particular, has been ending his practice later than everyone else’s for the recent half of the month, and you’ve willed yourself to stay as late as he does to look after him and forcibly push him out of the gym the very millisecond the time on your phone displays seven pm.

last time you checked, however, it was already half past seven in the evening. the guards who were doing their check up rounds before closing the school had finally convinced the four third years to stop practicing and go home on their third stop by the gym, and by that time, you were too tired to change outside in the girl’s bathroom near the gym due to how late it is already.

usually, you don’t change inside this gym’s changing room for girls since that room has been barely kept clean and tidy. in the three years that you’ve been in aobajousai high school, and in the three years that you’ve spent four hours (or so) a day inside this very gym, you’ve only ever been the female member inside the four walls of this very facility, and as the sole female of this club, you’ve only ever went inside the girls changing room every month to check it’s state of cleanliness.

you’d think that the male volleyball club would try to get help from other students in cleaning the slightly-larger-than-average gym and managing their players, but as you witness the yearly attempts of the club’s recruitment for another managerial position, no one has ever been approved by both of the coaches nor the majority of the club members.

except you, of course. who else would be alone in this dusty changing room that no one else has used for three years or more?

you stripped off your white shirt, wiping off the light film of sweat from your shoulders and upper back with the sullied piece of clothing, then picked up your white button down top from the bench in front of you and slipped your arms through the sleeves quickly, not wanting to catch a cold right before an important event in your life. you started to button from the lower middle, unbothered to wear your uniform properly because, well, you’re on your way home. it seems like a waste of energy to close every button in this shirt when you’re going to take it off in your house anyway.

you’ve barely buttoned up to your chest when you hear a door being opened and closed, loud and clear; the sound of the door’s latch bolt sliding into the latch strike crisp in your ears. it sounded too clear for your taste, so you turned around and saw oikawa, his back to your front, in the middle of taking off his shirt in the same room as you. wait a minute, why is he in the girl’s changing room? there’s barely any people in their changing room right now, so why is he here?

caught up in your thoughts, you still with your hands still clutching your half open top and your spandex shorts clinging tightly onto your legs. you don’t notice oikawa take off his shirt completely and turn to look around, and you don’t notice him widen his eyes and open his mouth because holy shit, you’re alone and practically half naked in front of him.

it’s not like he hasn’t thought about it before; he can’t deny that his crush on you since the first year may have contributed to his, uhm, imaginative and creative thoughts about you late at night. it doesn’t help that you’ve grown so close to him, especially since you spend more than half of the day with him as his classmate and as his manager of the volleyball club.

he catches himself before he spends too much time staring at you, instead coughing awkwardly to get your attention. you blink as you do, shaking your head as if it’ll physically get rid of the thoughts from your mind and quickly turn back around and start buttoning up the remainder of your shirt.

“what are you doing here?” you asked, your voice low but loud enough to reach his ears, cutting through this somewhat tense air between and all around you. internally pushing away your shock, you grab your skirt from the bench and slip it on awkwardly in silence when you don’t hear anything from his end of the room. well, he’s definitely not making it easier for both of us.

you sighed and turned around with your hands clasping the latch on your skirt closed and pulling the side zipper shut.

“what are you doing here,” you repeated your question to him. it seems to pull him out of his thoughts, and being the cheeky fucker that he is, he responds with me? oh, i’m just taking off my clothes. i don’t want to get a cold, you know?

“are you gonna tell me why you’re here or do i have to punch the answer out of you?“ you asked him rhetorically, animatedly punching your right hand to your open left palm rhythmically as you slowly stepped closer to the famous captain-setter of seijou. oikawa flinches at the sound of your fist slapping against your palm; he holds both of his arms out in front of him to distance and physically limit you from getting closer to him.

“no— please don’t misunderstand, i mean no harm!” he almost shouts at you, the tone of his voice high and almost whiny.

“somehow, i doubt that.”

"why?!” he groans at you, stuttering over his words and taking a few steps back when you reach his outstretched hands. with your right hand on your hip and your left arm dangling by your side, you try to best to shoot an intimidating glare at the male in front of you.

“it sounds like an excuse. start explaining. now.” he flinches and steps backward, but his back meets the cold wall of the room and he’s now cornered in his place.

“i’m not here to do anything bad, i swear!” you continue to glare at him with forceful, inquisitive eyes and a slight tilt of your head; he starts babbling a few seconds later, telling you how the third years are bullying him and that he just wants to change clothes without being attacked physically or verbally, so he runs away from them and takes refuge here. “i’ve changed here a couple of times already, so i’m surprised that you’re here.”

“it seems like a waste of time if i walked back outside,” you hummed dismissively. you stop glaring at him and oikawa lets out a sigh of relief, dropping his outstretched arms back to his sides and slumps against the wall.

“it’s kinda funny though,“ you start, walking back to other end of the room to retrieve your things. ”i bet girls would kill for this opportunity. kinda sounds like a plot of a shoujou manga,“ you joked to him.

“just a shoujou manga?“ he asks, six feet away from you now. with your back to his front, you don’t see nor hear him walk over the distance between you. instead, he surprises you by whispering directly into your ear from right behind you; you barely register the sudden heat of his body pressing flush to your back as you bent down slightly to pick up the discarded pair of tracksuit pants on the floor.

“how about we turn this ‘shoujou manga’ into a different, more mature genre?“

the contrasting feeling of his slightly cold lips and the hot, humid wispy breaths as he whispers on your ears has your mind going blank and your brain going into overdrive at the same time.

ex-excuse me? what?

oikawa notices your reaction and smirks to himself. he just finished his four and a half hour intense practice, and his mind has been flooded with the thought of the upcoming tournament for the past three and a half months, but right now, all he can think of is how surreal it feels like to have one of his late-night fantasies play out in real life.

… well, sort of.

breaking out of your thoughts (not that you had any), you quickly turned around and pushed the male away from you. you tucked your chin close to your left shoulder, shielding your face away from him as you feel the cheeks on your face slowly growing hotter.

“stupid, what the fuck are you saying, shittykawa?!“

“[name]-chan~ my arms are so sore right now. can you pull the waistband of my pants down for me?“

“you little piece of shit— come here!“ you growled at him as you opened the nearby locker and pull out a mop, swinging it at him, but he dodges your attempted attacks easily. when he sees that you stopped trying to hit him for a second, he takes his chances and grabs the end of the stick, pulling it behind him and, in return, pulling you close to him. you lose your balance, falling directly into his chest. you both fall to the ground, though, and he softens his fall by placing his hands behind him just in time, and you place your arms on his shoulders in panic while falling.

“now, now, [name]-chan. don’t go falling for me during times like this.”

“i will kill you—“

“hmm? kiss me, you say?“

“you insufferable brat!“ you reach to wrap your little hands around his neck in an attempt to choke him, but before you realize your actions—

“oh, [name]-chan, slow down there! i imagined this part to go at the end where we— “ he stops himself when you both hear loud footsteps on the other side of the wall. you exchange looks and quickly move to stand up. he manages to pull you inside the locker just as the doorknob begins to jiggle, and you barely had time to grab your discarded clothing and the mop to hide with you inside. oikawa closes the door shut just in time for the only three other possible students left in this campus, in this very gym, to step in the changing room.

"oikawa?” you hear hanamaki call out to him loudly at the end of the room, “you here?”

“i heard noises here just earlier,“ iwaizumi comments. they grow silent, but their footsteps are loud and booming amidst the quietness of the room.

“where did you think he’d ran off to?” in here, in this locker that barely fits us both, you answer back at matsukawa in your head.

the person they’re looking for has both of his arms on each side of your head, caging you in with not only his arms, but also with his intense stare from above you. you’re grasping the mop along with the clothes tightly in your hands in between you, but that doesn’t stop him from pressing tightly against you; the stick of the mop digs slightly in his abdomen and in the middle of your lower chest, but you don’t notice the pain when you’re too focused and caught on his hypnotizing gaze.

“don’t make any noise,” he instructs to you lowly. you feel the vibration from his chest to your own, and it sends goosebumps trailing down your arms. “if you do, they’ll find us here.” he leans his head lower towards yours, placing his mouth back where it was just a few minutes ago.

“if we stay silent, they’ll probably get out soon,” he whispers, and you involuntarily shiver at the feeling of his breathe on your ear.

“stop that, you’re tickling me,” you try your best to keep your voice steady as you tell him that while looking straight into his eyes, as if you were challenging him. on what exactly, you aren’t sure— but you feel like you’re losing to him right now, and you do not like it.

“you’re tickling me with your hair.”

“well, sorry. you’re pressing up against me, you know—”

“well, sorry,“ he mimics you. “this locker is really tiny for both of us!” you stay silent after that, hearing someone’s footsteps growing louder and seeing them pass by the locker through the tiny slits at the top. you hold in your breath when they stop and stand just a few feet away from the locker, but oikawa doesn’t see this because his back is towards their direction.

“is it because i stink?“ he asks. you don’t see well in the dark, but you swear that his eyebrows move up as if he’s taking offense to you holding your breath.

"no, you idiot! they just stood outside the locker for a few seconds.” you whispered loudly to him, deeming it safe when you see iwaizumi (you identified him when you saw his dark hair through the slits) move away right after oikawa’s question. ”also, you don’t stink, you’re just sticky.”

"well maybe it’s because i just practiced volleyball for four hours—"

"oh like i don’t see you practice volleyball for four hours everyday?”

“be quiet!”

“you’re the one who pulled me into this locker!!”

“sorry,” he apologizes with a small sigh, turning his head and looking away from you as he does. he’s silent after that, and you return to listening for the trio’s footsteps and trying to peek through the narrow openings of the locker when you hear him speak up once again.

“for us to be inside this small locker, it kind of makes me excited."

"ha?” you growled at him. even with the limited amount of light passing through the slits, you see how intensely he’s looking down at you. you feel like an animal being preyed upon, and you reluctantly dodge his eyes, the feeling of being caged by him creeping once again.

“don’t bother hiding,” you feel him smirk. “we’re so close that i can feel your heart beat. you can feel my heart beat too, right?” you don’t trust your voice to answer him verbally, so you shook your head slightly, still looking away from him. you feel him shift his right arm to pull your right hand separate from the stick of the mop (which you were still grasping unto very tightly) and slowly guide your hand towards the middle of his chest. “here, touch it. it'’s beating faster than usual.“ you feel how deep he’s breathing, and how slow and controlled it is compared to your own. you hear the soft thudding of his heartbeat with your hand, but it’s powerful enough to render you speechless for a moment.

"see? it’s fast, isn’t it?”

“yeah, but isn’t it because we’re, i don’t know, hiding in a locker?”

“true, but it’s also because of you,” he responds easily and immediately, as if he had already prepared that answer in his head or as if the response just came naturally to him. honestly, it could be either of the two.

“it’s a shame that it’s so dark in here, i want to see your expression right now.” he nears his face back to your own, this time dropping his head on your shoulder and turning his head to look up at you. “but i’m sure your ears must be so red, your face must be so cute right now.”

he’s really killing you with this position, because he’s breathing in your ear and your neck, and you can’t help but shiver once again in response. he breathes in and lets out a syllable because stopping himself, hearing the trio outside exit the girls changing room with groans and complaints on their lips. you almost let out a big, audible sigh when you hear the door open again. in a blink of an eye, the room grows dark and the sound of the door shutting once again echoes through.

oikawa, still on your shoulder and his mouth close to your ear, exhales shakily. you try your best to suppress your reaction as you hear him continue. “i can’t believe they shut the lights off,” he mutters under his breath. “d'you think they locked it?”

“i-i’ll go check—”

“wait,” he places his other hand on your other shoulder. oh, if you weren’t before, now you’re definitely trapped. “they might come back here. let’s wait for a few more minutes.“ his hand is on one side of your shoulder, his head is on the other and is blocking your body from the exit, and to top it off, he has one of your hands hostage, placed on his chest with his larger hand on top of yours while your other hand is clutching tightly to a mop and your clothes.

fine, it’s not like i can move anyway.

thus, you spend the next few minutes in silence. oikawa notices that you shiver every time he exhales, and being the absolutely tease that he is, he decides to blow: one light, but long consistent blow directly into your ear. you can’t help but squirm against him, but he holds you captive in his arms.

"hmm? what is this, are you weak against this type of thing?” he drops his head back to your shoulder, feeling his lips move against your neck into a smirk. “if you let out your voice, they’ll find us here. endure it, [name].” he stops.

then he blows once again.

“stop that,” your voice cracked.

“sorry, but you’re so cute.” he giggles lightly, rubbing the side of his face against your neck like some sort of humanized version of a cat headbutting against his owner. “i want to tease you more, but they’ll wonder where we are if we take too long.” slowly, he moves away from you, and with the feeling of his body separating from yours, you’ve now returned your awareness and finally loosened your grip on the mop. no doubt, your left palm is red and white all the same due to how tightly you’ve been gripping the mop and your clothes.

oikawa peaks through the slits of the locker, pushes it gently when he deems it safe to go out, then hops out of the locker. he turns around and offers you a hand, but it’s so dark that you don’t notice; his eyes have adapted to see well in the dark due to the all nighters he pulls to watch his opponents’ recorded games.

you feel a hand grasp yours and pull you towards the room. you almost stumble and fall to the ground if it weren’t for oikawa standing right in front of you; instead of your face meeting the ground, your cheeks collide on a solid chest, and your arms unknowingly wrap around his waist. the hand that tugged on yours earlier is now placed on your upper back, securing you tightly inside his arms once again.

“w-what…”

“be quiet for a while, they might’ve heard something." i don’t hear anything, though. you try your best to listen outside for any possible audible sound, but you can’t heart anything. ah, whatever. if he can see better than me in the dark, then maybe he has better hearing than me, too.

”my heart’s beating so fast right now,“ he says out of the blue. you tilt your head up at him, your chin resting against his chest, but even in this distance, you can barely make out the details of his face. "oi, don’t make such a face this close.” he lets you go, but grabs his hand back onto yours. slowly, you both walk towards the door. he stops for a moment, and you can kind of see him place his right ear to the door, trying to hear if there’s any sound from outside.

“i think we can go out now. you go out first, i still have to change.” he opens the door slightly, sneaking a peek out and opens it further when he sees and hears no one out. “here you go.”

you were able to take a few steps outside before oikawa clamps a hand on your shoulder and blows into your ear once again. you feel your face grow hotter, and you feel the shivers run down your spine in slow motion. you’ve shivered so many times today but you still aren’t used to the feeling of it.

you turn your head to look at him, but your eyes are still adjusting to the light, so your vision blurs for a few seconds before sharpening to the sight of oikawa smirking down at you; the light accentuates his features nicely, and you’re reminded of the fact that he’s still shirtless before you.

“i knew it," he murmurs. "i knew you made a cute face.” he boops your nose lightly with his index finger and turns you back around. he leans into your ear once again, but this time he’s right behind you. he murmurs directly into your ear, his voice low and husky and raspy all at the same time, “i know your weakness now, but don’t try to show that face to anyone else, okay? only i get to attack you and see you like that before me.

from now on, i’ll go all out on you. be prepared, okay?”

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itsclydebitches · 5 years ago

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(Vexed anon) Okay, good point, but I’m pretty sure finding the way to open Jinn is just as important, so she’s doing exact what she was smart enough to not do during V8.

It is important, but Salem didn’t have access to the Lamp back then. So basically the timeline goes:

I want all of the relics. Let’s start with Ozpin’s at Beacon.

Hey, Cinder. Go track down Fall and steal the Maiden powers so we can access that vault once we conquer the school.

You got the magical key? Great. Now let’s take Beacon. Hurray!

Tyrian, while all this is going on I want you to hunt down the Spring Maiden. No reason why we can’t be multitasking.

So any minute now I’ll have the Relic of Choice and Tyrian will find me the next Maiden and then... wait. What do you mean Cinder was nearly taken out by a Silver Eyed Warrior at Beacon? And the Crown is nowhere to be found? And Tyrian can’t find Spring? Well shit.

Okay, new plan. We need to deal with this Ruby girl. She might be young, but any SEW is a threat. Tyrian, you go kidnap her for me. Then we’ll get back to hunting Spring. Cinder, you work on recovering your strength.

Tyrian you... failed to kidnap a sixteen year old girl? C’mon, man.

WELL the good news is that though we can’t find the Crown and we apparently can’t kidnap a freaking child, we do now know where the Spring Maiden is and it turns out Lionheart is a coward who will hand over Spring’s vault to me. Two for one deal! Excellent. Leave the girl for now. Cinder, Watts, you two go confront Raven and get her lackey on board for opening the Haven vault. Then I’m sending every subordinate I have to this fight so there’s no way a bunch of teenagers take the Lamp instead of me.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN A BUNCH OF TEENAGERS TOOK THE LAMP? AND OZPIN HAS REINCARNATED ALREADY?

Soooo I still can’t find the Crown. Even if I did find that vault Cinder is now in the wind. The Spring Maiden is gone, currently out of reach, and the same SEW we keep failing to kidnap/kill now has my Lamp. Also, my arch-nemesis is back from the dead in what appears to be record time. What a mess. Fine. If you want something done right, do it yourself. Forget the Crown for the moment, forget the damn Lamp. I’ve still got two other Relics to grab. Ironwood likely has the Winter Maiden right there in Atlas. I’ll just go with my massive army, conquer the place, and take the Staff myself.

Oh hi, Cinder! Well this is an unexpected but pleasant surprise. Wait. You have the Lamp? Oh hell yes. Okay, we’re back to multitasking, everything’s coming up Salem. We’re still on board for taking the Staff, but now we can start moving onto Stage Two of the Relic gathering: figuring out how to use them. You grunts keep up the attack on Atlas, I’m going to send out a bloodhound grimm to track down Ozpin’s new vessel. He can tell me how to use this prize now that I finally have it in hand...

I have a lot of issues with how Salem is written - largely revolving around why she’s not using her own power to achieve the above tasks - but putting that aside, I think the tasks themselves hold up decently. She theoretically has twelve goals that can (largely) be done in any order: get four Maiden powers to access vaults (or just have them to make her team stronger/keep Ozpin’s weaker), conquer four cities/find four relics if they leave their vaults, figure out how to use four individual relics (if we assume there are other conditions like knowing “Jinn” for the lamp). There’s also the added thirteenth goal of snuffing out any SEWs that show up. Which means she’s essentially been an opportunist. Can’t find the Crown? Focus on Spring. Can’t find Spring? Get rid of the SEW. SEW escapes? Go for the Lamp. Lamp is lost? Go for the Staff. Lamp unexpectedly ends up in your hands? Start tracking its previous owner. Outside of limitations like the bloodhound grimm not having anything to follow before now, yeah, Salem could have made lots of different choices: gone after the Sword, continued hunting Raven, focused on Ruby, etc. There were lots of other possibilities, but she did what seemed to have the best chance of success at any given time. Like sending Tyrian because she expects him to beat a half trained teenager. Like heading to Atlas because she knows the Staff is there, the Winter Maiden is likely there, she has Watts to get everyone past Atlas’ defenses, etc. That all presents far better odds than “Keep tracking Spring when Spring has a portal semblance that let’s her hop around Remnant” or “Keep tracking the Lamp when all I know is it disappeared from Haven and could be anywhere right now.” There are few if any leads for a lot of those other tasks, so Salem makes the choice that stacks the odds in her favor.

Minus actually using her power, of course 😒

#rwby #rwby spoilers #rwby volume 8 #mymetas #Anonymous

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weeklyfangirl · 5 years ago

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Frat Boy Pt. 20

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7 (1), part 7 (2), part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13 , part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19

Happy New Year!!!!!! Here’s a party and a hot guy loving on you - and you don’t even have to leave your home ;)

I haven’t been to many therapist offices after I started high school. This one was free, on student-life. Reproduced images of the sea were comforting enough, but it was the dreary stained carpet that reminded me where I was.

“Do you think they’re related to the night you were assaulted?”

“Yes. But I don’t know how to get rid of them. I lose sleep and then when I do sleep, I have these nightmares and I wake up more restless than if I’d just stayed up all night.”

“Hm. And how do you feel about Harry?”

“Harry?”

She nodded. “Yes, the boy in your dreams.” Her French manicured nails squeezed the top of her clipboard.

“That’s not an easy question.”

“Try.”

I sighed. “Okay…” The painted seagull in her office looked like an on-clearance print at TJ Maxx, and suddenly I wished I’d called my mother for her own version of therapy instead. Bargain shopping. “I think I hate him. But then I know I don’t. But then… I don’t necessarily like him either.”

“Do you love him?”

I laughed. “No, I don’t love him.”

“Why do you laugh?”

“I said I almost hated him and you ask me if I love him!” But my voice was a little too loud. The question stayed with me, stirring in my mind. “I think I’d know if I loved him.”

“Love looks different to different people. Finding a healthy version of love for yourself and your partner is where things can go awry. Or right.”

I remembered Harry and I talking at Alta about Madame Bovary, and how I’d told him that people love to the best of their abilities, from what they’ve learnt by their circumstances. Silence weighed in the room, and I knew she was waiting for me to elaborate on my feelings. Bleh.

“I don’t know,” I finally said. “But if this is what love looks like to him… We’re not even technically dating so this question doesn’t even apply!” I laughed again. “But then… even if we were, then... it’s not enough.”

“And what would be enough for you?”

“Stability.”

“And do you think this is possible with him?”

“Umm…” Zayn’s voice popped in my head - Harry was a magnet for infamy - and I laughed. I laughed, and I laughed...“No.”

“And why is that?”

“Because he self-sabotages. And he says things he doesn’t mean.”

“Such as...?”

A puff of breath left my lips. “Like last night, he said I didn’t have a life. And then he was comparing me to another girl. Viv. She’s like his… sister, basically. She grew up with him. But… he got really defensive and said at least she fucks me. But the fact that he said I don’t have a life?? A LIFE?? I mean shit, it’s not my fault he’s infiltrated my dreams is it?”

She shook her head. “It’s very important for you not to blame yourself. Show yourself the same kindness you’d show your friends. Renny, for example.”

Be kind to yourself.

I nodded. Those were the words my mother would say whenever I’d critique myself. Just like all those times before, the words registered, but it didn’t change anything about the frustration I felt. I was the one dumb enough to let him in. I’d let myself be dragged into him, even with every red flag hitting me in the face. I was collecting them for a meme bouquet at this point!

“Do you believe him?” she asked.

It took me a minute to hear her.

“The words he said to you,” she said. “That you don’t have a life.”

A timer beeped on her phone. She muted it. “I’d like you to write out what you want in your life for next time. Not what anybody else wants. But what Y/N wants. When you see it written out, no matter how silly it seems, having concrete answers might help.”

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I was staring at my notes page, trying to think of what I wanted. I didn’t exactly have the chance to ask her what she meant by that. Did she mean career goals? Education goals? Relationship goals? What did this have to do with ending my nightmares?

A text at the top of my phone distracted me from the blank page.

Kiki: “Don’t worry, we didn’t forget about you. Get your hands on the special airhead pills from Harry’s and bring them to the DG Pretty Please Party next week. On the DL obvi.”

Viv chimed in on the group chat. “Congrats bitch! It’ll be fun for all of us.” She included the devil emoji.

This is what I got for stalling up until the last minute to walk into work. The practice was now a blatant reminder that Harry was out of my life and it didn’t help whenever I saw Lionel. It felt weird that I was seeing his dad more than him. Wrong, even.

Voices carried through the lot along with the clicking of heels. I turned my head.

Boss Lady Samantha was headed towards the elevator.

Shit, Y/N. Shit shit shit.

I got out, quietly closing the door. Better to walk with my boss than walk in late after her, right? Her red hair was let down today, ringlet curls in full effect. I could meet her at the elevator before it arrived.

But right when I was about to shout out hold the elevator Lionel walked right behind her. And I mean RIGHT behind her - there was hardly room for a Bible between them.

I hid behind my car, unsure if I was supposed to be seeing this.

Their voices were too low to hear, but his arm lingered at her lower back before the elevator opened. She got in. Alone. Lionel looked over his shoulder and I ducked further.

Through Grandpa’s windows, I saw the elevator door close. Lionel waved goodbye to Samantha and he pressed the button again.

Before chickening out, my shoulders straightened. I shouldn’t have to be the one hiding. I jogged to make it. His brows shot up in surprise as he held the elevator for me. The kindness I’d gotten used to seeing in his eyes looked hesitant this time.

“A little late today?” he asked, as soon as I’d made it in.

I avoided his eyes, nodded. It was a quiet elevator ride.

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My family’s house was a ten minute drive from the practice. Enough drive time to sit on what I’d seen outside Coast Shores Medicine. It could’ve been friendly. I didn’t have to do anything about this. But in my bones, I knew that friendly isn’t what I’d seen. Lionel avoided me the rest of the day, assigning me to print out billing statements. I hadn’t seen them make out or anything, but there was a certain intimacy I couldn’t write off right away. Did Mrs. de Saude know about his close work relationships? Did Harry?

The sickening uneasiness dissipated when I heard my parent’s Home Improvement HGTV hour. Dad was already passed out on the couch, snoring at a whopping 8 PM when I walked through the door. Ignoring Mom’s tutting of “they keep you too late,” we went to my bedroom.

“Pick the nude ones,” Mom said, adjusting the spectacles she only pulled out on rare occasions (magazine reading and shoe selections). “It makes your legs look longer.” It looked like there was something more she wanted to say.

I adjusted them in the mirror, wearing the blush dress I’d bought for my aunt’s beach wedding almost a year prior. It’d never been worn. Her Spanish fiancé she’d met three months prior stole her TV set and ran off with his gay lover a week before. As I stood, the dress just barely touched the floor. Simple, really, but the way the thin straps exposed my chest rendered it elegant. I felt like I needed a long cigarette and fur coat to make it complete.

Without context, Mother suddenly burst into an annoyed huff.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Hm?” Her lashes fluttered as if she hadn’t realized she’d made a noise. “Oh, yes. I’m fine. Your father just took another one of those sleeping pills. You should never get too dependent on medication, Y/N. Drink warm milk or something.”

“Mom.”

“I’m serious!” Her stony face certainly wasn’t comical.

“I know.”

She looked me over in the dress again and caught herself, pulling me in for a rushed hug. “I’m sorry,” she breathed. She rocked me a little. “It’s just been a little rough this week.” She squeezed me tighter, then let me go. All negative energy shoved into a box that’d spring open when we all least expected it. “Have a good night tonight. Say hello to Harry for me!”

When I walked to the car she threw out, “And tell him next time he can ask you with a Cartier ring! HA! I’m joking!! ... Kind of!!!”

I smiled, waving to her at the gate as I got into my Grandpa mobile. I didn’t have the heart to tell her Golden Boy wasn’t my date.

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There were two cops for every solo cup I could see littered on the ground. They patrolled the streets, but the frat house seemed unphased and restored to its former glory as I walked with Andre. Club music pounded beyond the doors, practically shaking the windows. Girls huddled up outside, holding each other’s hair back and trying to block anyone’s view from the bile, as the guys snickered over their shoulders and some pretended not to see. But the cops weren’t here to reprimand for underage drinking and public intoxication tonight. They were on watch. Stationed around the perimeter of the house and on either end of the street.

They were waiting for something else. For somebody else.

Andre seemed oblivious, practically skipping past them he was so excited. I, on the other hand, was already limping from the nude pumps.

“Wanna switch shoes?” he called back.

“Don’t make a deal you aren’t willing to keep,” I smiled, quirking a brow. “The nude would actually match your navy suit…”

He’d already walked on, fist bumping the bouncer who raised up a professional-grade camera and snapped a photo of us. When my eyes recovered from the flash, I spotted Officer Ramirez from the uniforms just beyond the frat’s ramshackle fence. He was already watching me. He raised two fingers above his brow and I nodded, curtly, even though I wanted to shrink inside myself. I hadn’t had the time to think about what I would say if he contacted me again, or if I should be the one to reach out to him.

Andre led me inside, and for once, I was glad I couldn’t hear my own thoughts. It raised ten degrees just from stepping inside. The boys were in Bond suits, but most had abandoned their jackets wherever they could - on the banister, the couch beneath the staircase, or the entrance hall. The girls had dressed up, too. This was the most covered up I think I’d seen some of them, though others still opted for above-the-knee slips.

“Oi, where’s your drink?!” Niall’s familiar voice shouted above the bass.

He pulled Andre into a side hug before we reached the dancefloor. When he saw me, Niall practically fell over.

“Y/N! What’re you doing here?” He spluttered, whiskey in his breath. The knot of his tie was already to his chest, but he loosened it even more. He looked over his shoulder, then back to me. “Renny’s just gone to the bathroom.”

“She’s my date,” Andre stepped in, placing an arm around my shoulder. It was completely platonic but Niall’s face went to stone.

Suddenly it cracked, and he laughed, running a hand over his stubbly chin. “Oh, shit.” He laughed again. “Shit!”

Andre smiled, unaware of anything else besides the fact that Niall must be proud he showed up with a date. He patted Niall’s shoulder. “We’re going to see the big bro, I’ll find you later.” Andre nodded his head for me to follow, leaving Niall cackling to himself in the entranceway.

“Niall’s THE. MAN,” he put his hands up for emphasis. “He’s my favorite in the house besides my big. We gotta say hi, then you can run off. Oh, Renny’s here too!” He squeezed my shoulders as if to excite me, as if she’d be the reason I’d stay. Loved the girl, but I knew she’d be back on top of Niall five minutes after she was out. I just didn’t want to have to watch.

I wrung my hands together, growing nervous. I knew the reason Niall had reacted that way was because Harry was going to be here. I knew this coming into it. But I’d been expecting him to ignore me the entire night. With Niall’s reaction, I wasn’t so sure anymore. What had Harry told Niall?

Someone sloshed their beer on me as I passed, and I turned sour, rolling my eyes as Andre pushed us forward. I picked up the pace before he could notice I’d stopped and wiped the glare off my face. Or, tried. I probably just looked constipated now.

WHY WAS HIDING EMOTION SO HARD??

I felt bad feeling so annoyed. Andre was excited. I should be excited, right? Sloshed beer and sweaty bodies came with the territory. Though I’d forgotten how humid it got in here. Hell and Florida were probably cooler. I picked up the ends of my dress, hoping for some sort of ventilation to reach parts of me that were on the verge of overheating.

The coffee tables and couches had been moved from the center of the living room to the fringes beneath the stairwell to make designated smoking and dancing sections. I could’ve stayed on the outside of the dance crowd. Hell, I could’ve joined the spaced-out smokers on the couch. But I didn’t. I followed Andre to the middle of the dance floor. I could barely see above the tops of people’s heads until we reached a bit of a clearing. And by clearing, I meant the sweaty dancers in front of us who made a break for freedom and gave us about ten seconds of space before other bodies rushed to fill it.

I felt him before I saw him. A tiny prick of consciousness that directed my gaze. And Andre’s finger.

“AYYYY!!!!!” Andre pointed to the DJ booth, waving his hands as he hollered.

Even with the rocking vibration of the bass that chattered my teeth, each nerve in my body went alert. Harry stood, flashing a white smile to the crowd before downing the rest of whatever potion was in his cup. I hated how my stomach clenched just by seeing him. He saw Andre and his smile grew, grabbing the mic. I was still unnoticed, hidden by dim lighting and nameless peers.

“Who’s ready for us to win tomorrow!?” His voice was low, demanding. It was a question for the crowd, but he was looking at Andre. I could sense the intensity even there, and it was then I realized it couldn’t be just me who feels so vulnerable around Harry. Each person he traps in his gaze stays there, until he lets them go.

The house erupted in cheers, but I was locked in place. The suit he was wearing looked similar to the one from the Halloween gala, and every bit of him looked just as stunning. His beautiful body swayed on the makeshift stage.

“Then let’s see you jump in-” His hand held up 5, 4, 3, 2… He spun another song and the crowd sprung from the floor before crashing back down. They jumped to the beat he made. A modern-day puppet master.

Andre wrapped an arm around me as he jumped. So I did, too.

“That’s my big!!” he yelled, mid-air.

“WHAT??”

He pointed to the DJ booth, but there was no one there besides Harry.

“.... HARRY??! HARRY’S YOUR- your…” I stopped jumping the same second Harry saw us together. It’s funny. It takes only a second to flip a dime on its head. His party boy mask dropped in an instant. The low lighting turned his eyes black, but they couldn’t conceal the daggers he shot straight at me.

“I have to use the bathroom,” I muttered.

Andre nodded. “S’UP THE STAIRS!” He found a friend nearby and latched on to him instead.

The small (okay, medium) part of me filled with nothing but Petty™ wanted Harry to see me with his little. But another part of me couldn’t handle his judgmental glare. Somehow, I was embarrassed. I didn’t want him to think I’d come here tonight to make him jealous. That I was so obsessed with him I’d found another in to the frat. I didn’t want him to think he controlled any part of my heart. What did it say that I ran away at first sight, though?

I’d already done it. It didn’t matter. Either way, I didn’t win.

I raced upstairs, weaving my way between couples sitting on the stairs, hoping that the line for the restroom was really long and Renny hadn’t already left. It was, and she was next in line.

“Oh my God, what are you doing here?!” she screeched, arms out and eyes squinted until I could no longer see her pupil.

“Why do people keep asking me that.”

She pulled me into an extra-long, extra-tight Renny hug. “Love yousoooomuch,” she rushed. Her breath smelled like Niall as she pulled away. She lifted the cup to my lips and I shook my head. She frowned.

“I talked with Niall,” she said. “He says Harry’s just going” - she hiccupped - “through a lot right now. S’best to leave him alone.”

The other girls in line perked up at the mention of his name, subconsciously leaning closer. I huffed. “Trust me. I am.”

When three girls stumbled out of the only bathroom stall, Renny rushed in. “Thank God I was about to pee on the carpet.” She tried tugging me in with her, but my eye was on the end of the hall. And the stupid DG pretty please.

“I’ll be back,” I muttered, squeezing her hand.

“Nooooo,” she drawled.

I squished her cheeks, checked her pupils. She didn’t need me to hold her hair back this time. I gave her cheek a lil slap.

“I’ll go with you next time you have to go. Which will be in like... twenty minutes. You broke the seal rookie!” I teased.

I didn’t even bother looking over the railing at the party below to see if he was watching me. I still had my DG task and a nonrefundable deposit to think about. I didn’t think I’d get many chances to be in this house again unless I swindled Andre or Niall into letting me in. But that would require an explanation, and I wasn’t sure I could tell them that.

Forget explanations. I needed to do it now. Lots of noise. Tons of distractions. I’d just think of it as… borrowing?

His door was locked and I groaned, kicking it and leaving a smudge beside all the others. I reached for a bobby pin in my purse and put it to work. I’d done it before in his bedroom, I could do it again here. The curve of the hallway protected me from onlookers waiting in line in the bathroom. Downstairs was a mixed bag. People could probably see through the railings running along the top floor.

Not that they’d think to look.

My knees were starting to hurt by the time I heard it click. I crept in, and for some reason, I expected his room to look different. But it was still the same. Dusty desk across from a queen-sized bed. Only one photograph atop his bedside mantle. And it didn’t smell like sweaty soccer clothes, but clean. With hints of a woodland spice and books. It felt like eons had passed since I was first here, undressing him like the drunken baby he’d been. As an act of betrayal, my body rushed at the thought of how his fingers had looped around my belt loops, tugging me closer. I swallowed, the image of his tightened pants expanding in my head. He’d almost been hard, then.

It was then, at that moment, that I decided that the one sip of alcohol I’d had must have been spiked with SOMETHING because I would NOT be that girl. I would NOT. I reFUSED TO LET MYSELF-

Seconds later, my fingertips grazed his soft gray sheets. He’d been sprawled out right about here, and the rush of seeing unseen skin on Harry had been too intoxicating an offer to refuse. The ghost of that rush flowed through me again as my memory played it over like a movie. Close-ups and panning shots - Down his toned chest to tattoos speckled along tan skin, tattoos that had been seemingly doodles, but now held much more meaning now that I knew of his history with the ocean. For his sister. My body leant down before I knew what I was doing, and I inhaled. The lingering aroma of his body chemistry altering his cologne: musky, a little spice, and warmth.

Even if every ounce of me wanted to dislike him, the legitimate biology behind my body responded to a chemistry I couldn’t control.

“What are you doing?”

He caught me on my knees, with one hand clutched in the sheets.

Fuckity FUCK-

He could whip out PSYCHO magazine informing people of highly-dangerous murderers with my mugshot plastered across the cover - and I’d believe him in that moment. Oh my gosh. Omgomgomg. He didn’t say what I expected him to say when he swayed in, though.

“Andre. Really?” He laughed to himself, but it was cold. “Fucking” - he stumbled, leaning on the desk chair to catch himself- “really?”

It wasn’t the alcohol that’d put him on edge. I’d seen him handle liquor before, but this time he looked… different. I stood up, realizing his eyes were racking down my dress. I crept towards him, hoping to make it past the door. Not because I was scared of him. But because I was mortified. I’d just looked like an absolute fucking psychopath AND I’d snuck into his bedroom. Maybe I could distract him. Maybe he was too drunk to ask me-

“What’re you doing here?”

“What are we… all doing here? At parties?”

“…in my room,” he clarified.

Welp. My philosophical question fell flat. Wouldn’t be the first time.

I waltzed past him, tight-lipped. In defense of my dignity, I still didn’t owe him anything. Not after how he’d treated me.

“Hey,” his arm jutted out, blocking my way. His brows crossed as he turned to a petulant boy. “S’rude to not answer.”

My blood boiled. “You are not about to give me a lesson on how bad it is to ignore people right now. Nor on being rude.”

“Can give you another one.”

He reached for me, but I stepped back, somewhat living in the hurt that flashed in his eyes at my rejection.

“You’re not leaving.” But his demand sounded like a plead.

“Thought you didn’t want me around you,” I scoffed, tearing past him. “Just because you’re drunk or high or whatever the fuck it is you are right now, doesn’t mean you can just… get a free pass! For a week! A whole week of awful-” I turned quickly, too frustrated to find the words. I took a step towards the door but-

“Y/N.” He was right behind me. His breath warmed the nape of my neck, the delicate hairs standing on end. No matter how much of an absolute mess he was, my body didn’t know better. I could practically feel him behind me, his presence radiating an alarm that blared through my veins. I wanted him. Badly. He trailed a finger down my arm, and his hand brushed against my own against my side. “I’m sorry,” he breathed. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

His fingers gingerly interlaced with mine, turning me around.

Something wet was on my cheek. I touched it, quickly rubbing it away in horror. Why were tears running down my face?! What unfair cruelty was this!? He saw my tears and leant down, suddenly defeated, pulling my body with him.

“Why did’ya ever want me hm?” His nose went along my jaw. Full lips pressed against the base turned my legs weak. There was an underlying desperation to his words though, a prayer in his kiss. But my thoughts were turning anything but holy.

“Who says I did…” I wanted to pull away, ask him why he’d used past tense or why he’d completely ignored me this past week, but I was frozen by the softness of his hands. Self-respect was surely slipping away each moment I lingered. I could literally see Jane Austen parting the heavens and sticking her angelic head through Harry’s room to shame me with a glare. I do all this mental work to try and figure this guy out and… for what? I should be waltzing out that door, declaring I’d never talk to him again. I should give up messy and confused and pursue my own sanity. But the air only ever turned electric with him, in all his messiness, in all this confusion… and each time the spark appeared, it pushed us closer together until he was here, like this, soft hands gently running along my lower back, skilled fingertips feeling the dress fall slightly inwards at my waist, tracing a map of uncharted waters…

“You’re not thinking straight,” I breathed. And that went for both of us.

“Au contraire, I’m thinking clearer than I ever ‘ave.” There was a swirling madness shining through, but he bat his eyes and it was veiled again, vanished beneath the dark surface. He tilted his head, appraising my body, noticing my legs were no longer tensed to run, but in apprehension for another reason completely. A smirk settled in. “Why do you still want me?” he demanded, pulling me against him towards the bed.

“Arrogant ass,” I sniped, but I landed on him anyway. His fingers tightened around my waist, a hand snaking up behind to entwine with my hair. I felt him harden beneath me as he pulled my head to the side, just the right amount of rough. But he stalled over vulnerable skin, lips ghosting featherlight up to my ear. He let out a soft breath and I clenched in anticipation. For once, I had no thoughts. “You should be with me,” he breathed. “Should be mine.” His voice grew frustrated and he practically growled, lips kissing my neck, steady, before they started to suck in a rhythm. The shock of the sensation masked the shock from his words and my back arched, a spider’s shiver crawling down my spine. He stopped suddenly, shooting back like he’d been shocked. His grip softened ‘round the nape of my neck, and he looked so… confused. “Can’t mark you again,” he noted, despondent. But then the corners of his lips twitched up in a smirk. “Least where it’s visible.” My breath caught. His black ink eyes showed the slightest ring of green. I don’t remember lifting my hand, but fingers trailed along dark circles. These were a new development. I shook my head lightly. Something was wrong. This was wrong. I leant in, resting my head against his. “Harry-” but his lips cut me off before I could mention it.

I felt like I’d been feeling his lips everywhere but my own. They were eager, but kept pace, switching it up just when I was getting comfortable, slowing to make me feel the soft fullness of raspberry-pink lips. They were pillows, and clouds, and everything else soft and wonderful that I’d want to feel forever. He slipped in his tongue, deepening the kiss, and I ground my body against him, using his shoulders as leverage.

This wasn’t me. But I didn’t care enough to think about ‘who I was’ anymore. What did I want?

I felt him pulse between my legs.

“Harry,” I bit my lip, and I knew then. I’ve been wanting more, I’ll always want more. I was more aware than ever of an emptiness he could fill.

“Been hard ever since I saw you bouncing in that dress,” he said gruffly. “With fucking Andr- ahh...fuck.” I rocked my hips against him in spite, putting a hand over his mouth to shut him up.

But his head jutted back and came forward again. He looked at me through hooded eyes, and just like that I was sedated by his gaze, my body pausing. He looked like he was about to scold me. “Do it again.” His voice was low. I stalled, looking at the way his lips barely parted. “Don’t be shy now, Y/N.” My hips replied on command, but rebelliously, slowly, feeling the length of him run between the thin underwear that’d cocooned itself against my ridges and folds. I ran my hips back down against his thigh. “Fu-uhck-” He jutted his hips up, turning something wicked when I moaned. The friction from the dress and pressure from my own body rocking against Harry built a tightly coiled knot I wanted desperately to release. And then we were kissing again. Fervent. Eager. A skilled tongue slipping in to dance with my own. He was rock hard against me. I could feel the full outline pressed tight against his slacks now, creating my own mental map. My hands wrapped in his hair, and I pulled, relaxing our pace, rutting myself up with purpose to rotate in a circle at his clothed tip. The noise from his throat wasn’t human, and I felt heavy and light all at the same time when his thumb dug into my chin just under my lower lip.

“Wanna help you,” he rumbled. “Will you let me? Won’t you do that for me?”

I nodded, wordlessly, and with both hands tight on my hips, he tugged us further back until he was against the pillows, and me, repositioned above him. He pulled us down and we built a rhythm against his thigh, the determination in his stitched brow as he did half the work making it even sexier. He was almost needier than me. There was an urgency to his strong hands as they hiked up my dress, fingertips dancing around and just beneath the band of my underwear. He didn’t pull it off, just gently pushed my hips up and down, then harder, faster, to the damp patch already on his slacks. I was buzzing, every inch of me, the wound coil growing bigger, tighter, the build of release making my heart race. He stared at me as we moved together.

“Tha’s it. So good at this,” he mumbled. “So beautiful.”

My breath caught, and his wide eyes watched wondrously as I moved frenzied above him. His chest rose, bits of tattoo spilling past the white button-down collar. My hand clutched his shirt as I felt myself begin to peak. This was as intimate as I’ve been with someone, and the pressure of being seen through his eyes like this was a lot of pressure. I didn’t want to think about how many other girls had been in this position before. What he spoke to them, how they looked, what they’ve done, or how recently they’d done it. His hand cupped my face and brought me down, lips claiming me to the point of bruising and silencing voiceless thoughts. The pull of his lips, and the sturdiness of his thigh made me whimper. My swollen bud hit his clothed cock with each surge upwards, his hands guiding me, making sure my breath hitched each time. And each time, I’d feel him tense. Again, and again, just knowing his thick hard cock was against me, right against me, almost…

“Almost… Harry…”

“Y/N,” he rasped. I felt his hot gaze as I shuddered above him. He kissed me, slow, swallowing another whimper as a current of electricity ran from the crown of my head to my toes. His hands helped me ride out my high, slowly coming to a halt.

He opened his arms, letting me cuddle up against his chest. Silence stretched on over quiet breathing. “Been waiting a long time for that,” he finally mumbled. I quirked an eye open, realizing he’d been watching me. I almost didn’t recognize his eyes. For once, they seemed sated. Unhaunted. The clouds had seemed, for a moment, to have parted. “To see you cummm.” He hummed the last word, leaning down and nuzzling the nook of my neck. Still nuzzling, he quirked half his face to look at me. We shared a long kiss, then a shorter one to my forehead. “You’re magnificent.”

Though I hadn’t removed a stitch of clothing, I hadn’t felt more naked. And for all the times I’d felt embarrassed around Harry, at least in this moment, he made me feel comfortable about what we’d just done. We lay there, my scent now mingling with the rest of his in the room. I still felt him hard beneath my legs that were strewn across his lap, and I wondered if it was … painful. He stirred, placing one hand behind his head, the other wrapped around me.

I traced shapes into his chest. He hummed, smiling softly. It was his boyish smile. The one I’d hardly seen, the one that you want to wrap up and cuddle and protect from the world to keep this one second of pure happiness intact. I pecked the corner of his mouth and his smile broke, squeezing my side. “Thank you,” he mumbled. I checked to make sure his eyes were still closed when I looked down at the black slacks. Since I finished, he should, too. I swallowed nervously as my fingers traced lower, down the button down as I tried to remember the porn Renny and I had watched together one late summer night. His eyelashes fluttered open, and he watched me, curiously, darkly, until I stopped at the tip of his pants. I slipped my fingers beneath the belt, just barely feeling the coarseness of hair before he took my wrist in his hand. He practically hissed and I stilled, not noticing I was holding my breath. I couldn’t possibly be doing this wrong…

His index finger stroked the top of my hand, and I relaxed.

He looked at me gently. “Tonight was for you. S’all I wanted.” His touch was just as gentle, and he placed his thumb between my lips, running over them gently. I didn’t want him to see me as some pure untouched thing he should be scared to do anything with. My lips parted as seductively as I could make them appear, and I moved to let his finger in my mouth, but he cheekily closed my lips instead.

He stroked my cheek, almost giggling at my attempt. “This just isn’t how I picture it happening.”

The way his eyes were memorizing my lips told me he’d thought about this before, but I didn’t miss that he said how, and not where. Muffled EDC music vibrated his door, and faraway voices travelled through his open window from the yard below. The cops were waiting there, too. Was that the situation he was referring to?

“You deserve a lot, Y/N.”

I heard the hesitancy in his voice, some unforeseen disappointment he wouldn’t just spell out for me. “What’re you saying.”

“Just that there’s few things I want t’be sober for these days.”

The thought hit my stomach like the sharpened blade of a knife, and it hurt worse than any wound from my nightmares. “Why would you say something like that?” I demanded.

“Because it’s true.” His eyes searched mine, and I saw the sadness pulling him in. Like the tumultuous water of the middle of the ocean spirally inwards into itself. A treacherous water hole that’d carry you into its deepest abyss.

I shook my head as if to find a way out, as if that would clear away what I was seeing. “I never… know what’s going on with you,” I admitted. I thought to the interaction with Lionel and Samantha. “Is home life really that bad?”

“What home?” He huffed when I looked at him. “M’serious. I feel more alone when I walk in there than I do when I’m here. And nobody even fucking knows me here.”

“Everyone knows you.”

“You’re smarter than that, Y/N.”

“What’d you take tonight, hm?” I cooed. My hand traced the dark circles under his eyes, and he leant against my touch before looking to the window, still allowing me to touch him. No doubt from whatever stimulant or depressant he’d taken, his words had been more candid than ever before.

“A cocktail of sorts. Will fucking regret it in the mornin’. Probably.”

He looked back to me, and I didn’t have time to wipe the concern from my face. “Hey, don’t look at me like that. It’s okay. It doesn’t matter,” he stated.

He really believed it when he said it, and the way there didn’t seem to be enough energy left in him made me settle back in his arms with a frown. Because it did matter. It mattered a lot. A few moments later, he squeezed my sides. “You didn’t answer my question,” he mumbled.

“What question?”

He waited until I looked up at him, and even then he was hesitant. His voice was quiet when he spoke, intimate, so if even if someone was standing at the foot of the bed they couldn’t hear what he was about to ask.

“Why do you want me, Y/N?”

The vulnerable question hung in the air. And though it was presumptuous of him to ask, he wasn’t wrong. His eyes read me like a book he’d read a hundred times over. He saw me. I swallowed, my brain and heart at an all-out war. Unfortunately for me, they captured my tongue in a stale-mate. “I don’t know what I want.”

And it was true. The dilemma was the following:

The only thing my body wanted was him.

But my brain didn’t know if that’s what I should be wanting anymore.

And my heart was left in the middle of them both, not sure what it was feeling.

I felt him shrug. “I get it. I have so many opinions shouting at me in my head right now. About soccer, my fucked family, about” - he threw his hands between us.

After Niall had greeted me at the door, I was sure Harry had talked about us in some capacity. But how many people had opinions on our relationship? “Let me guess. Viv shares her opinion about us.”

“I don’t listen to hers.”

“But hey, at least she fucks you right.”

He sucked in a breath, shaking his head. “I didn’t mean that.”

“But it’s true, right? So no need to apologize.”

The room froze over. Just the thought of her whispering in his ear was enough to trigger an entire week’s worth of pent-up animosity.

“So maybe people are confused why Viv and I aren’t together but I couldn’t give a fuck about what they think. I fucking hate that we’re even talking about her right now.”

“What do they say?”

He rolled his eyes, hurriedly slanting his voice, “Viv’s gorgeous mate, she clearly wants you. What the fuck are you doing now?”

I flinched. He noticed. “Look, I seriously hate talking about this. Can we talk about the fact that I didn’t invite anyone tonight?”

“Aw, was Viv busy?”

“Alright, stop.”

A chill shot down my spine at the rejection. As much as I wanted to appreciate the fact he didn’t invite anyone, it didn’t help. This wasn’t helping at all. “I’m sorry if I want to talk about your relationships that directly affect me,” I said, rolling out of his arms.

“Y/N, please. It’s not like that.” His voice was tired, pleading, coaxing me to forget.

“But why are you like this? Why did you just say what you did to me?”

“You asked me-”

“It was very belittling.” I changed my voice to a dopey British accent, “Viv’s gorgeous what the fuck are you doing with Y/N?” I ignored his scowl. “Really, thanks for the best compliment of the night.” I pushed against his chest, annoyed. “And why are you being like this now? All cuddly and-”

“It’s not one-sided.”

I felt my cheeks heat. “Not tonight. But it’s one-sided any other time.”

“S’that what you really think of me?” He pulled me closer, and I fought the urge to twist away. His forehead pressed into my hair. “Firstly, you’re fucking beautiful Y/N. You have to know this. And you have to know you’re important to me. And secondly…”

“Thirdly,” I corrected.

His eyes turned somber. “They’re watching,” he mumbled, pleading. “This is hard for me, too.”

The gang, the cops, both, whichever it was, it didn’t matter. The effect was the same. No matter how special he claimed I was to him, we always went in circles. Maybe he had gotten it right. Maybe it was better for both of us if we weren’t together. “Why is it so hard then?” I whispered.

“Nothing good comes easy.”

I remained silent. It was a cop-out response.

He ran a hand down his face and sat up. “Because I’m fucked! I’m fucked, Y/N and there’s only so many people I can hide from. And you aren’t one of them.”

It was the most candid he’d ever been with me, without revealing anything at all.

A knock sounded at the door.

I went to move, but he kept me against him, covering my ears as he shouted-

“FUCK OFF!!”

But even with his hands over my ears, it wasn’t very muted. The knock grew louder, more obnoxious.

“Sorry,” he grumbled, moving to open the door. When it opened, a boy wearing a snapback around the same height as Harry leant against the doorframe.

“Wassup, man-” Snapback almost burst in.

Harry’s back went stiff as the stranger’s snapback practically poked Harry in the eye. If their overcompensating confidence and too-familiar smile told me anything – freshmen. At least Snapback’s friend wore a Bond-inspired bow-tie t-shirt.

Harry put a hand to Snapback’s chest, backing him back out of the room. They watched me walk up behind him.

“Hey, relax man, we just wanted to get some zombies,” Bowtie bargained.

“You’ve got some fucking balls,” he snarled.

My ears pricked. He was looking for the same thing, then. From Harry. My heart sunk to the lowest part of my belly after remembering why I’d come here in the first place. The sliver of hope I’d had was that maybe what Zayn had witnessed was just Harry’s past. A summer blunder. A summer fling with an illegal hobby. You know, some kids did drugs, some kids sold drugs... It was a ridiculously stupid comparison now that I thought about it. But still, I had hope. Now my undeniable denial was being shred up right in front of me.

The cops, the gang, the drugs circulating campus…

Harry had made his bed, and I was lying in it.

I squeezed past him.

“Wait, are you leaving?” He still blocked his doorway.

I ignored the pang of guilt I felt at his boyish disappointment. He looked at me, body still intimidatingly rigid, but his eyes, impossibly soft. Snapback tried to move past him again and Harry whipped his head back with a growl. “Get the fuck out of here.”

“Excuse me?” Bowtie came closer, puffing out his muscled chest. Testosterone, angst and alcohol were never the best combination. I grew nervous at the tension, looking from my escape at the end of the hall, back to Harry.

“C’mon, we have the cash. We’ll pay double!” Snapback whined, cornering him.

The words made me nauseous, conjuring the image of Viv sliding Harry the cash. I didn’t want to see this again. I didn’t want to see anything again.

“I don’t do that shit anymore.” He strode through their barricade, determined, but Bowtie tugged him back. His nostrils flared and I could tell he was trying to keep his cool. He could ruin these guys if he wanted to. I don’t know why he was letting them keep him. But I also didn’t know why I didn’t run away. It was like watching a train wreck seconds before it happened.

I stood alone, in the center of the hall, the only person on Harry’s horizon. A lighthouse hoping to steer the sailor home.

“C’mon, please man, everyone’s talking about them. We just need one,” Snapback exhorted. He put up his hands, pleading. “We’ll split one. We’ll seriously cut it in half.”

Even from here, I could see the muscles in his neck tense. I tried doing to him what he did to everyone else. I trapped him, wide-eyed, anchoring him to me. He didn’t break our stare.

As if each word scraped against his skull, “I said I don’t do that shit.”

“That’s a fucking joke. Mark got some last week,” Bowtie barked.

I saw the moment I lost him. In what world I thought I could be enough to harbor him, I had no idea. Harry snapped, kicking the steroid-pumped kid so hard in the knee, it knocked him down. It wasn’t a broken bone, but it’d leave one hell of a bruise.

“Dude, are you crazy?!” Snapback cried.

Harry raised his fist, bringing it flying. I gasped and hid my face. But I didn’t hear an impact. I faced them again.

Harry’s fist froze inches before his cheek. Facing what would have been a badly broken nose, Bowtie shook on the floor. Slowly, ever so slowly, Harry relaxed his hovering fist and folded his arms, squatting next to the quivering guy. “You’re fucking welcome I was in a good mood ‘fore you came, otherwise I wouldn’t be acting so polite.”

The squeak of a floorboard shook Harry back to Earth. He caught me walking away and his whole body straightened, once again hyper-focused on me, trying to tune in and trap me exactly where I stood. Taking advantage of his distraction, Snapback and Bowtie ran for it. Bowtie limped, running into me and knocking me off-balance as he passed.

In a second, it was just us.

“Y/N,” he began, walking towards me cautiously.

“No.”

He stopped in his tracks. He was tall, but his shoulders hung in despondent defeat.

“You were right, Harry.”

I could see how tired he was. I could see the broken pieces fitting into something beautiful. He looked so sad and regretful, I already felt guilty for saying,

“You can’t hide anymore.” And with one last look at the broken boy before me, “You are fucked.”

Suddenly, the beer on the floor was just stale and sticky. The couches were filthy from strangers’ mistakes. And the air would never be clear. Harry had been right. This entire house was filled with people who didn’t care and if they did, they were trying to forget; a place more empty than if it were vacant. It was a mess just like the boy living in it. And just like the grand house, impressive at first glance, not all of his parts were beautiful.

I ignored the way his broken pieces seemed to shatter as soon as I said it and the way it hurt me ten-fold. I ignored him calling out my name as I maneuvered through the blur of bodies, until I lost his voice on the dance floor. I could breathe better outside and I walked past the cops without acknowledging them.

From complete chaos to relative quiet, my ears rung, filling the new silence.

Maybe this was the last time we’d speak. Maybe this was how it all should’ve ended that first day in September. Because in that house, that wasn’t the Harry I thought I’d knew. That was a boy far-gone, confused, and I was falling down with him. I was ANGRY. I PITIED him. And I was angry for feeling something else I should never have felt for him.

Somehow, in this fuzzy ringing world buzzing with heated thoughts and cop lights that blurred my vision, I heard a notepad scribble as soon as I passed a squad car.

Lucky for me, Momma always said I had selective hearing.

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yeaahishowedupatyourparty · 4 years ago

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PARENTHOOD INTERVIEW: Disney.

10 QUESTIONS NOT LINKED TO YOUR KID(S).

what is your current career now? “I guess you’d call it executive, but that’s boring. I’m in the entertainment industry - music and film.”

are you enjoying it? “Sure.”

where do you currently live? “New York, and then France throughout the summers.”

are you married? “I am.”

what is one thing that’s stayed the same with you since st judes? “I still don’t have the patience for most people.”

what’s the biggest change you’ve experienced? “I’ve aged, let’s not talk about it.”

now that you’re older and have had a successful career, what’s your biggest goal in life? “I don’t like this question. I think my whole life has been a goal. I’ve never had specific ones, I just know what I’m working towards. I don’t understand people who just stop and decide they’ve reached a final destination. Surely that’s the equivalent to dying?”

would you still consider yourself famous? “Yes.”

what was the first thing you did after your graduation? “We moved to New York because my Dad opened the labels second branch there, and I oversaw it. It’s also where I wanted to be for years. I didn’t want the girls permanently living in the Springs.”

do you have any regrets about your time in st judes? “No, I did well. I was probably too nice at times.” /LOL

QUESTIONS ABOUT PARENTHOOD.

who are your children? list them in age order. “Good question...Kidding. Fleur, Dixie and then Pippa.”

if you gave birth, who was the easiest pregnancy? if you didn’t, which pregnancy did you feel most anxious about. “Being pregnant with Pippa exhausted me. I don’t know why. Technically the twins should’ve been harder, but there you go.”

did you have any baby showers or gender reveals? if yes, what did you do? “I did. Just a party. Not gender reveals though, I feel like very specific families do those and...yeah.”

what kind of parent would your children describe you as, do you think? “Insane. They’ve said it to my face.”

which stage was hardest: baby, toddler, child, teenager or young adult? “All of it from being toddlers, up. I feel like they’re babies, they’re so cute, it’s so exciting and then they hit about three and it’s like...well, shit, they’re still here.”

what has been your favourite memory with each child? “Stereotypical things; the birthday parties, Christmases...I think my favourite Christmas was the one where we set up a grotto in our house and they had all of their cousins and close friends over. That was magical.”

be honest, do you think you’ve had any failings as a parent? “No. I’ve made mistakes, sure, but I haven’t failed them.”

what do you think you do well as a parent? “Honesty. I feel like too many parents try to sugarcoat things for their kids. People used to criticise me for how harsh I was on the twins with things like school and who they hung out with, but at the end of the day, all three of them are successful and have the world at their fingertips now. They understand what it means to work hard and they know how to say no to people or spot “friends” who aren’t actually friends.”

how much involvement do your own parents have in your child’s life? “A lot.”

as a parent, what is something you’re still learning? “It’s normal for children to want to follow trends and if they want to ignore me and wear something hideous, that’s on them. I still look great.”

what’s the funniest memory from parenthood so far? “We’ve had so many. I think people have this idea that our family and household walk around in designer clothes, everything is immaculate and we act like we’re one of the Bridgerton families, but it’s not the case. The girls are hilarious - especially Pippa - and we have enough inside jokes to keep me going into old age.”

when do you feel like you were needed the most? “The baby years, obviously.”

JUST FOR FUN, WHICH CHILD… if you have just one child, you can just say if they’d do the stuff or not.

which child is the most sensible? “Fleur.”

which child is the most independent? “That’s tricky because I don’t want to contradict myself in implying that two of them aren’t independent. They all are...I’m going to say Dixie, though. I think she’s the one most likely to get up and do something for herself without even consulting Brody and I.”

which child did you always have suspicions about being famous one day? “Pippa. That girl’s mind and imagination is something else.”

which child was the hardest work as a child? “Pippa. Dixie and Fleur were very similar and she was like the little sister who just came ball dozing in and shook up what all of us were used to. Good for her, it was needed.”

which child have you cried/stressed over the most? “Gross. None of them.”

which child has the tidiest room? “Dixie.”

which child do you think likes you the most? “Fleur.”

which child is most likely to forget your birthday? “Pippa.”

which child is/was the most academic? “Dixie.”

which child is/was the most athletic? “Fleur and Pippa were both pretty sporty.”

which child tends to be the most annoying? “All three. Fleur is a perfectionist and very precise. She can’t let things go until they’re just so...which is a little like me, I suppose. Dixie’s the whiner. She will wear you down until she gets exactly what she wants and Pippa’s the loud one. She has so much energy and just never stops.”

which child asks for money the most? “That’s a tie.”

which child is most likely to move in back home? “Probably Fleur.”

which child helps out around the house the most? “Dixie...barely....but it’s more than the other two do.”

which child enjoyed disney the most growing up? “They all liked it but none were obsessed.”

BEING AN ACADEMY PARENT.

did you have a say in the academy(s) your child(ren) picked? “Yes and no. I advised them on which ones to go to and which I personally think are a waste of time and for the most part, they listened.”

how did you feel when your child decided they wanted to go to an academy? “Fine. I saw it coming.”

do any of your children study the same as what you did? are they less, equally or more successful than what you were? “None of them act or have anything to do with movies.”

when your child(ren) were younger, what did you THINK they’d end up working as? “I never really thought about it. I was too busy focusing on them in the present and preparing them for what they needed at the time. I still don’t think about it, but then I suppose we’ve always had the luxury of not having to worry about them being financially stable or anything like that.”

have you met any of your child’s friends or partners? “I’ve met a lot of friends.”

what’s your biggest worry about your children being in an academy? “There isn’t one.”

what’s the one piece of advice you’d give your child as they start this journey that you wished you had? “You’re not overrated, they’re just threatened. And for good reason.”

MEMORY LANE.

what tv programmes/films were on repeat as your children were growing up? “I could not get rid of Peppa Pig. That bitch finds her way into every household, I think. I thought the twins would bully Pippa, because her name is so close, and they did but in a shocking twist of events, Pippa embraced it and started acting like her which was awful because that pig is a brat. But, she’d full on snort when she was trying to make a point or copy her laugh and snort afterwards on purpose. I think that’s the closest I’ve ever been to having a parental meltdown.”

have you ever lost your child/had something happen that’s made you panic? "Pippa again, shocker. We never lost her but she once got her head stuck in a hotel stairwells banister. Don’t ask me how.”

what was the first holiday you went on as a whole family? “We didn’t travel for a while after Pippa was born. I’m so against going to places with newborns. It’s just pointless. Travelling for work is pointless, but the parents who drag their tiny kids to Disneyland or sit on scorching beaches with them are insane. For her fourth birthday, we went to Disneyland Florida, though.”

can you remember a time you’ve ever been called to the principals office? “Many times, mainly for Dixie and Pippa.”

say one thing about your child that you think they’d like to hear, but wouldn’t expect you to say. “You’ve done way more than enough to make me proud. For sure.”

#next gen: disney

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shape--yourself · 5 years ago

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Hi guys, here I am again... It's always the same. I start losing weight again until I lose my motivation... And then I am back at my old starting weight asking myself what went wrong... And I look back to the one time I actually was on track for a long time (like 9 months or so?) and lost over 10 kilos. I was at my goal weight but I was so frustrated from having the feeling of restricting myself. That's when I went from being totally fit, thin and strong to eating everything that came into my mind. And that went on for some time until I was too ashamed to weigh myself. I just tried not to think about it and eat and eat and eat.

But that was at a time when I was not completely mentally healthy. I had a lot to struggle with. Now, I am better. I still don't have a lot of friends, but at least I got rid of some of the false friends.

So my plan is to do it all again. But with some more self care. With hard work but with love for myself. And I think spring is the perfect start because I definitely feel happier than in winter because I can go outside and enjoy the sun.

I was doing pretty great regarding sports lately. But my eating habits are shit. So I got myself an app which I also had the first time when I lost so much weight. I need to track calories, I need to do healthier choices and I need to stop eating so many snacks (especially after dinner).

I hope today is going to be a good day. Tomorrow I will have to weigh myself to get my starting weight (which will be around 65 kilos).

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howardpotts · 6 years ago

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Under the bright sky (Bucky Barnes x reader)

This is a request from @ladycanarybarnes from my Valentine Drabbles!

Request: For your San valentine request: date with bucky under the stars, that finishes with him and the reader making sweet and calm love.

Summary: basically the request

Warnings: smut!!

Wordcount: 1365

A/N: Well. It was supposed to be a short drabble, but soon turned into a whole one-shot so i decided to just add it to my one shot list. It’s my first time writing smut, let me know if you enjoy it.

“Buck, this night has been amazing”, you swoon while you lean in to him. You’re sitting in a hot spring somewhere in the woods. It’s around ten in the evening so everyone has left, except for you guys.

“Yeah, this feels pretty good”, he says. The steam is slowly rising up and the water is so clear. The combination of cold, from outside of the spring, and warm from the water are giving you goosebumps. It was absolutely perfect.

You’re in the spring for another fifteen minutes, snuggling up to Bucky. It was so peaceful. No one around you and nothing to worry about.

“Come on, doll, let’s get some food and wine”, he chuckles and gets ou of the spring. You follow and feel a weave of cold wash over your body. Bucky notices you’re uncomfortable and quickly pulls a towel around you.

It wasn’t even that particularly cold outside, but the switch between the hot water and the air made it pretty cold.

Bucky’s busy with getting a blanket on the grass and laying the food and wine on it. “Can I help?”, you ask. He shakes his head. “All done. My lady”, he sticks out his hand. You grab it and he ‘helps’ you on the blanket, even when you didn’t really need the help.

Bucky sits right next to you. He pours in the two wine glasses and hands you one. “To us”, he says. “To us”, you cheer.

When you took a sip, you placed it next to you and you lay down on the grass. The sky is clear tonight, making it look absolutely stunning. “The sky is so beautiful”, you sigh, making Bucky look up.

He looks at you. “It couldn’t compare to you”, he says and leans down to give you a sweet short kiss. When he wanted to pull back up again, you wouldn’t let him. Your hand goes through is hair when your extended kiss turns hotter and sloppier.

Bucky decides to adjust himself and turns his whole body to you. He stops the kiss for a minute to look you in the eye. With his metal hand, he pulls a strand from your face and puts it behind your ear. “I love you”, he whispers. “I love you too, James.”

He leans in and kisses you again. His hand is now cupping your breast, making you breathe a little harder. Your hand goes from his hair to his back, kneading here and there. He now gets on top of you and gets his other hand to cup the other breast.

You can feel his bulge pressing against your clit, making you even more turned on. His lips parted from yours. They made their way down to your neck, making you bite your lip to stop you from moaning.

Your hands now roam to his chest and abs, slowly to the bulge underneath his swimming pants. He gets his head up again. “Nuh-uh, doll, this is about you”, he smiles and gives you a sweet little kiss on your nose.

His hands get under your back and release the top of your bikini within a second. Your breasts are now free in the open air. Bucky throws the bikini away and gets his hands on your breasts immediately after.

His lips are back on your neck, slowly sucking their way down to your left boob. His left hand lets go and is replaced with his tongue, which is now slowly circling around your nipple. A moan escapes your mouth and your back arches a little.

You watch how he’s now placing his mouth around your nipple, sucking it carefully. The sight alone was such a turn on. “Shit”, you moan. He lets go of your nipple and looks up to see if you’re still okay. But oh you were more than okay. You were feeling amazing.

His right hand now also leaves your breast. His finger keeps on your skin and slowly gets from your breast, to your stomach, to the edge of the bottom of your bikini. You knew what was about to come, which made another moan come out of your mouth.

He released you from the last part that was on your body, leaving you completely naked underneath him. His eyes were on your body, taking it all in. “So beautiful”, he says.

“Buck”, you say and his eyes meet yours. “Please.” He nods in understanding. Even though he liked a bit of teasing, he decided against it this time. He wanted to make you feel perfect and that’s what he did.

He came down and kissed you again. His metal arm went from your stomach to your clit. Without any question, he started fingering. He started slow and carefully, but added a bit of pressure after a few circles.

You moan in his mouth and your hips start to ride his hand. “Does it feel good, baby?”, he asks while his lips are still close to yours. You nod. One of your hands is going through is hair, the other one is now digging nails in to his back. He knew that the metal turned you on even more, since the cold material prickled your nerves.

Bucky decides it’s ready for the next step and pushed one of the metal fingers in you. Your breathing isn’t under control anymore when he starts pumping . He quickly adds a second one, making you moan even more. “Fuck”, you whisper when you feel how you’re pussy is stretching.

“You’re so wet and beautiful”, he whispers in your ear. You feel how Bucky is turning his hand a bit. In a second, you feel his thumb circling around your clit again, making you moan loudly.

“Doll, you have to be quiet. You don’t want them to hear us, do you?”, he grins confidently. You shake your head, unable to answer.

He pumps another few times, before you feel the knot in your stomach tightening. “Buck, I’m-“, you want to finish your sentence, but he already knows what you’re about to say. He gets his fingers out of you and dries in on the blanket.

Quickly he rids himself of his swimming pants and gets on top you again. You spread your legs and make room for him. He adjusts himself and gives you one more look, asking for permission. You nod.

Not a second after your approval, you feel his erection filling you up. Slowly he pushes himself further in to you until he bottoms out. “Are you okay, baby?”, he asks with a little tremble in his voice. “Yeah- Now please fuck me”, you say impatient.

He grins, but obeys. Again, you are his main goal, so no teasing today. He starts pumping in and out of you. Grunts are coming out of both of your mouths. Your nails are digging in his back.

His metal hand is on your breast again, kneading it harshly. Your back arches in to his touch. His pace is getting faster and harder, making you closer to the edge. “Babe?”, you ask. “Hold on for me, doll.”

He knows he has to get there fast, because he doesn’t want you waiting too long. He pumps in a bit faster, making it harder for you to keep the orgasm from coming. His eyes are fixated on your breasts, which are bouncing up and down in the same pace that he’s pumping in to you.

“Please”, you moan while you’re still trying to keep your orgasm from happening. His eyes go to yours. “Let it go, doll”, he finally says and that’s all you needed to hear. You release yourself and feel how your legs begin to shake. Another loud moans leaves your mouth, your nails are digging even deeper.

Just when your orgasm is over, his is starting. His thrusts are sloppy and you feel the warmth spreading within you. After a few pumps, he pulls out and rests his head on your chest.

Your hands go through his hair while there’s a big smile on your face. “I love you”, you say again. “I love you too, Y/N”, he says while still trying to catch his breath.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes imagine #you x bucky barnes #reader x bucky barnes #bucky barnes #valentine drabbles #avengers #avengers x reader #bucky barnes x reader smut

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checkered-madness · 6 years ago

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I was tagged by @courier-nike

I’ll go with my courier, Al

|| The Basics ||

Name: Alucio Michael Lucas

Nickname(s): Al, Allie(only mother used that,some others will use it), Courier, Six

Age: 22

Species: Human

|| Personal ||

Morality (Bold One Per Section): Lawful/Neutral/Chaotic ||| Good /Neutral/Evil Religious Belief: Agnostic

Sins: Lust / Greed / Gluttony / Sloth / Pride / Envy / Wrath Virtues: Chastity/Charity/Diligence/Humility/Kindness/Patience/Justice Primary Goals In Life: getting rid of the Legion to avenge for his mother. Learning more on his heritage.Learning more on herbalism. Languages Known: English, Spanish, and Latin

Secrets: He never said anything about causing the Van Graffs to get blown up and only told Garth, When helping Cass he decided to get hired by them to investigate closer that way. He was assigned to guard outside and he patted down a guy with a heavier jacket, He couldn’t tell and let him in, Al and the other guard get knocked down from the blast inside and ran inside to check it out, The other guard got hostile and Al had to kill him, He hated the Van Graffs and wished for them to be put down but he told Cass that they’ll go for the non violent route and give the NCR Evidence. He got the Evidence and if Cass picks up about the place getting blown, don’t mention that he got hired and act as if he wasn’t there, By the time they turned it to the NCR, from what he heard,He hoped by how long it was that there was no way it can be pinned on him.

He Actually fears about his mind deteriorating and just forgetting everyone permanently because of being shot in the head.

Quirks: Smiles when nervous, doesn’t like wearing anything that’s to close to his neck and also his neck being touched, Don’t do it from behind, If you’re in front he’ll shove you, trauma is what caused his fear, may take off glasses and might also start cleaning them when thinking, his speech gets more jumble and incoherent when angry, Developed after being shot in the head, Also mispronouncing some words and struggle to say them right. Tends to drop Gs in words that ends with ing. He does alot of hand gestures when talking, depending so on what he’s rambling about he may pace. Savvies: Good with medicine, Al knows herbalism and can stabilized a injured person. Al know Spanish and Latin, His dad taught him Spanish and He learned Latin on his own from books and holotapes he could get. He knows how to cut hair so most of the time he trims his own hair and style his bangs.

|| Physical ||

Build: Slender / Scrawny / Bony /Fit/ Athletic/ Herculean / Babyfat / Pudgy / Obese / Other

Height: 5′7/ 170.18

Weight: 145 lbs/ 65 kg

Scars/Birthmarks: Has a bullet scar on the left side of his forehead from Benny(Mostly covered by hair), surgical scars on the back of his head, on his back and chest from Big M.T, Has alot of scars on his arm and legs, from animal claws, cuts from falls, and now a bullet scar on his left lower leg post-Hoover dam.

Abilities/Powers: Al is pretty Agile(8), He can cook and can make his own sauce and pick what to use to spice up foods.When it comes to it he’s good with people and will try to use reason if he can(charisma 8).

Restrictions: Average strength(5) so there’s someone that can beat him, Due to his fear when he gets a bomb collar on him(by the BOS for example) He shuts down and can’t function mentally so Garth did the Talking and Negotiation with them. Al is Nearsighted without his glasses, For example when they went to Searchlight, Since he wore a gasmask and couldn’t wear his glasses, he needed someone that doesn’t need them with him.

|| Favorites ||

Favorite Food: Gecko steak, Gecko kebab, Jalapenos, and anything spicy Favorite Drink: Sunset sarsaparilla Favorite Pizza Topping: Jalapenos and if it they still have it, Pepperoni Favorite Color: Green, Black, Orange, Red, and Amber Favorite Music Genre: country, rock, and surf music. If it’s modern it would be synthwave, electropop, 80s and 90s era pop and just music in that era. Favorite Books Genre: NonFiction, Fiction, Medical books, history books he can find enacted. Favorite Movie Genre: Never really watched any, Favorite Season: Would like fall, winter and spring Favorite Butt Type: He’s not interested Favorite Swear Word: Damn, Shit and Dumbass Favorite Scent: Food being cooked and herbs Favorite Quote: “yesterday's memories todays treasures.”

|| Fun Stuff ||

“Boss” Theme ?: Sorry I don’t have any songs that would suit him as a boss theme. Loud Burper Or Soft Burper: Loud / Soft /Neither Sings In The Shower: Yes / No Likes Bad Puns: Yes / No / Only if they are relevant to the situation

Tag 3 People!: @lookbluesoup, @wild-w4steland-snip3r, and @sweet-summer-courier and anyone who’s interested!

#oc facts #FONV #FNV #fallout new vegas #courier 6 #courier six #Alucio Lucas #fallout #finally got the courage to tag people in these yay

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moshakausu · 5 years ago

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In 2020 I would like to:

1. Become money smart - Spending ban on superfluous items. Do not buy doubles of things before they are used up (ex. lotion, body wash, notebooks, pens, makeup, candles, etc.) and purchase only necessities or replacements for things that break or run out. - Create a budget and assess ways to minimize monthly expenses. Get car insurance quotes from different providers, etc. - Learn about investments and experiment with different types of savings and financial management. Actually meet w/ J at EJ. - Cook at home. This is also the healthier choice for me and a way to control how much processed/low-nutrient-calorie-dense food I am eating. Only go out to eat with family or friends for social events or for planned date nights. No lazy eating out or delivery. Delete all food delivery apps. - See how much I can save in a year with a fixed income rather than tips.

2. Travel more - Travel does not have to be big, stressful, expensive, or overseas trips only to be meaningful. Plan and execute at least one large trip in 2020 out-of-state or out-of-country but stick to frugal principles and a careful budget. - Take more weekend trips to in-state or neighboring state locations (ex. Miami, St. Augustine, Venice, cold springs, Savannah, etc.) - Go camping! Think how fun this would be with Tilley, Mike, and Sagan!

3. Adopt a truly healthy lifestyle - Actually stick to morning and night routines and set myself up for success. - Get into a fitness routine and ENJOY getting stronger, learning about my body, and what activities I like to do and what my own personal goals are. - Try yoga. Seriously. - Cook meals at home! Prepare healthy meals whether for myself or with Sagan. Feed myself for the energy I want and need to succeed at my other goals and busy lifestyle. Keep macronutrients in mind but make sure meals are also micronutrient dense. - Take vitamins every day.

4. Spend less time online - NO aimless scrolling. Cut that shit cold turkey. - Consolidate social media trail. Delete/purge/bury old accounts. Make active accounts purposeful and peaceful. No online negativity. Fuck that shit in 2020. - Use online time intelligently. Write something. Read an article. Do schoolwork. Make a playlist. Don’t spend hours aimlessly doing jack shit in the name of relaxing/having downtime. - Go through all files on all devices, organize or delete, backup, reset devices. Sell or recycle things I am not using.

5. Rediscover my creativity - MAKE time for creative hobbies and pursue them fearlessly. - Learn to live without the pressure of posting or commodifying hobbies and creative pursuits. Enjoy this feeling and don’t feel obligated to share everything. - Allow myself to feel freedom and happiness in creating things again. - Finally get over “try hard” conditioning.

6. Read more! - Don’t buy new books (excepting textbooks required for coursework, naturally). Either read the books I own or get rid of them if they no longer appeal to my tastes or excite me. - Read before sleep instead of watching TV/movies/looking at phone or computer screen. No screen time before bed.

7. Actually improve on Spanish language skills - Aim to practice at least an hour a week. - Keep a journal en Español. - Watch movies and shows with Spanish subtitles for passive language learning.

8. Develop and stick to a beauty routine - Streamline skincare. Find what works. Get rid of what doesn’t or is expired. Stop experimenting and buying new shit to only use it once and then hold on to it forever. Discover the magic of actually using your free samples. - Same as above but with makeup. Go through and throw shit out! - Be consistent. - Get a facial and other services regularly. Do ‘unnecessary’ things like painting your nails or shaving your legs more often in order to connect with your body and treat yourself.

9. Be a nicer person. - Be genuine. Be vulnerable. Get real.

10. Fear no: - Notebook, sketchbook, blank canvas, or empty wall. - Judgment, perception, or opinion. - Imperfection, inadequacy, or lack.

#2020 #resolutions #personal

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fear of the unknown nsf*w (parker x mc)

A/N: an idea that popped into my head today and I had to write it up. Parker x mc and I’m really proud of it. hope you like it too.

Warning: smut

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Summary: After Parker ran from the fight, his worries take over and he finds himself coming to the conclusion that he could have helped Blake when she needed it the most.

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IT LIVES BENEATH FAN FICTION FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN

Parker’s mind boggles with a million possibilities, as he continuously plays the outcome of the situation he abandoned and how it could end. Would it have ended successfully with the group finally ridding Pine Springs of whatever the fuck is in that lake. But then of course... it could end horribly, with no one coming back with their lives aside from Parker but that’s only because he bailed at the last moment.

Ugh... why the fuck would he do that? Why would he act like such a coward and look Blake dead in the eyes and reveal he’s neglecting her? What kind of frightened idiot would do such a thing? Him, of course. Because he carries zero courage inside him and he’s as cowardly as the days that come.

Parker might have just ruined everything he’s built in the last few months. This job was supposed to teach him to be more like his idols. The heroes that have inspired him for so long and his goal was be as brave as them one day. But no. He’s not brave. He’s a goddamn screw up and he’s not worthy of the badge he carries, displaying him as some kind of hero when he’s clearly an idiot in his own right.

He abandoned Blake, moments after he revealed that he loved her. A mixed signal no one wants to receive but Blake did and the pure, undisguised look of disappointment in her chestnut eyes is one of the worst things he’s ever laid eyes on and Parker wishes to never have to relive such a moment again because it tore him up inside and ripped at his heart strings. He knows he’ll never be the same again after this. Nothing will ever hurt him like look did. Blake deserves so much better than him and frankly, he may have just put her life in deep jeopardy.

Truth is, it’s been a few hours since Parker took off and sprinted back home, his fear dominating him completely until he arrived back at his place. That’s when guilt and worry stabbed and rattled his heart. All he’s done is pace back and forth recklessly for the last few hours, worry circling his mind and all he hopes is that Blake came out of that situation alive because if she didn’t... then he’ll never forgive himself.

Parker should probably just skip town now. He doesn’t have the strength to face Blake after this. He can only picture the anger and frustration flooding through her dark gaze the second she catches sight of him. She would resent him so much and call him out on the coward he has become. All this time he’s been putting on a brave face and taking each fifth head on but by then, he just couldn’t take it anymore.

Everything has just become too much for him to handle. His fear has crossed a line it can’t come back from and he’s suffered so much that his mind forced him to look for the exit and it’s unfortunate that he found it. Better things would have happened if he had stayed by Blake’s side but instead... he practically betrayed her.

Throughout the time he’s known her, Parker has found himself falling for Blake more than he ever thought he would. Hell, he managed to summon the courage to say he loved her but he couldn’t even dare to look at whatever the fuck is in that lake. Blake is a woman with many sides and personalities but each one always leads back to this courageous badass who knows what she wants as well as knowing what’s right. She’s beautiful, funny, smart and impossible to hate, unlike Parker who could be easily hated for the actions of his character tonight.

He won’t be able to sleep, eat or do anything because his mind will always lead back to the moment he cowered and his walls finally crumbled before him. Parker won’t ever recover from this.

Sucking in a sharp breath, Parker finally forces himself to stop pacing and drowning in his thoughts. To distract himself, he retrieves his phone, a small part of him hoping he has received some sort of text from Blake or anything letting him know she’s ok. At least, alive and well. However, a puzzled look crosses his features when he finds a voicemail notification from around three hours ago.

Curiously, Parker checks his voicemails, lifting the phone towards his ear and listening as carefully as he can, trying to not let himself get distracted by the mystery of Blake’s safety. His eyes widen when he recognises the voice that messily speaks into the phone, a constant buffering sound playing in the background and a clear sound of chaos.

“...Parker? I know you’re probably scared to death right now... and I understand that.” Blake’s voice speaks into the other side of the phone and the shakiness of the call causes her voice to break at times. Parker remains stunned as he listens intently to what she has to say. How did he miss this? “But... we need you. We need you... so much.” The more words Blake gets out, the more it appears like she’s been crying her goddamn eyes out. Turns out there are others on the verge of breaking. “I... I’m mad at you for leaving but... that doesn’t matter now because... if you come back... I’m sure we’ll win this. Besides... I can’t deal with the thought of losing you... and I never really got the chance to tell you properly but... I love you too. More than I’ve ever really loved anyone. And I... I want you to know I forgive you. You got scared and... I can understand that. Just please... don’t give up on us.” Just when it seems like the call is about to end, Parker hears a heavy scream echoing through the phone and it causes him to jump up out of his seat as his anxiety starts to kick in again. “Aaahh! Oh shit. No! Please don’t—“

And the call just cuts off.

Silence. Complete and utter silence. Erupting like a hidden tension in the room. Parker pants out of fear, running his hands through his dusty brown hair and starting to pace back and forth once again. Oh shit. No. No. No. What if she’s dead? After all this time, what if she was finally caught? Fear finally caught up to her and she called Parker and the next moment she’s dead! What if he answered? He could have gotten there and saved her. Helped her or at least been there to watch her take her last breath.

“Oh my god. This can’t be happening. Fuck!” Parker curses aloud, swinging his fist at the wall and a crack is left engraved as a reminder of the action. Agony overtakes him and he starts to fear the worst for a moment. “I need to see her. I need to make sure she’s not...”

That’s all the convincing Parker needs to wanna check if Blake is ok, the two sides of his mind finally agreeing on something. In one swift motion, he grabs his jacket and sprints out the door, slamming it shut on his way out — not even taking a moment to lock it securely. It’s not like Parker cares anymore. He could get robbed a thousand times or held at gunpoint and still all he would care about is the well being of the girl he fell for a little too hard.

It’s a sacrifice he’s willing to make.

Parker now has a mission. To get to Blake’s house as fast as possible. All this only to make sure that she’s ok and safe. Hell, all his hope and might is going into the idea that she could be alive. He’s praying and pleading that that is the case. He can’t afford to lose her. Not now. Not after everything they’ve been through. It would be too damn much to deal with. He wills himself to run as rapidly as he can and a sigh of relief escapes him when he finally makes it to Blake’s house.

Parker eyes the house for a moment, noticing how dark the house in. Not a single light is on and that only causes his worry and fear to rise even more. You’d expect them all to be extremely safety conscious after everything has happened. But no. Everything is just still, silent and dim.

Keeping the hope at a steady level, Parker rushes his way towards the front door, knocking as loud as his hands will let him. It’s practically the middle of the night and he is probably the last person any of them want to see so he isn’t expecting much of warm welcome. Just to see Blake’s stunning face again will be enough for him, even if he’s turned away. All he wants is for his mind to put at ease and he’ll be grateful to know that she is alive and safe.

After what seems like a countless amount of knocking, Parker receives no answer and his patience forces him to look for another way in. He dashes around the side of the house because that’s where his knowledge takes him. All the windows are still dark as hell and the house could easily be deserted on the inside. But Parker chooses to have hope.

His hazel eyes brighten up slightly when they land on the familiar sight of the window to Blake’s room. He glances around for a way in, completely aware how creepy he’s coming off right now but he has no other choice. He’s too damn desperate now. Parker spots a tree that leads up to the window and that leaves him with no other option but to climb it.

“Goddamnit.” Parker releases a reluctant sigh and throws all caution to the wind as he steadily makes his way up to the tree, careful and persistent with each step he takes. He couldn’t care less about his own health right now so there’s a noticeable hastiness with the way he moves.

Once he makes it to the top, Parker remains perched on the edge of the tree and his lands clutch the outline of the window, as his eyes try to find any sign of Blake in the dimly lit room, the moonlight being the only supply of light. All of a sudden, Parker’s entire expression widens in shock when he finally spots the woman that’s been on his mind for god knows how long. Blake Vance, seated at her desk with her head in her hands. She looks distraught with a sense of relief and Parker has never been so glad to see another human in his life. Without hesitance, he knocks on the window, alerting Blake immediately and her features appear confused when she finds Parker propped by her window. She rises from her seat and approaches the window with caution, playing out the debate on whether she should let Parker in after everything. Then again, she did leave him that message of forgiveness.

Blake can see the obvious relief in Parker’s eyes and every cell in his body struggles to remain calm as he finds Blake Vance standing before, alive and well. His anxiety remains at its peak however due to the thought that Blake may not wanna let him in.

“...Parker?” Blake reacts, her expression slowly transitioning into something unreadable. It’s like the idea has finally sunk in that he is actually there.

“Blake...” is all Parker managed to say, blurting out the only thing that’s on his mind right now.

Wordlessly, Blake opens the window and Parker warily leans back so she can swing it fully open. Their dark eyes meet and lock for an endless amount of time. They’re so skeptical of each other right now but also so damn happy just to be able to lay their eyes on such a face again. For a minute, they both believed that they’d never see each other again and a tension slowly gets caught between them.

Soon, Parker’s desperation kicks in and he steps through the window and swiftly wraps Blake in a well overdue hug, all his longing and power being poured out in this one action. Tears threaten to escape the corner of his eyes and he wouldn’t mind revealing the weakest side of him right now. This is his worst vulnerability. Her. She’s caused him to be this way and it’s not a bad thing. He needed to venture through his side of him and learn to cope with a near loss because he finds himself regretting being the coward that he was before. He wasn’t brought up to be such a failure and Blake taught him that he can be so much more than what he pretends to be.

Parker is surprised when Blake returns the hug, winding her arms around his neck and tugging him as close to her as possible. He shortens the gap even more by tightening his grasp on her and burying his face in her shoulder, revealing how helpless he truly feels right now. He pants into her shoulder, expressing his exhaustion from how quickly he ran before but he doesn’t regret it because it means he got to see her faster.

After what seems like forever, they finally part and reluctantly pull away but Parker takes a moment to skim over her face and familiarise himself with her stunning features. Blake opens her mouth to speak but Parker protests by scattering her face with desperate kisses and joining their foreheads as he finds himself enraptured by the hazel shade of her eyes. Her gaze is plastered with a meaningful bewilderment but a lost happiness at the same time.

“Parker... what... are you doing here?” Blake can barely get words out as Parker cups her face and his eyes search her body worriedly for any scars or wounds from the battle that would have went down while he was gone.

“I... I got your message.” Parker says in a breathy tone that highlights a shakiness Blake has never seen before. “...you scared the living shit out of me, Blake.”

Blake is slightly taken aback by his words and she struggles to stay calm and Parker plants featherlight kisses from her wrist all the way up to her neck, barely missing her lips. “I’m sorry... but I’m alive. We all are. We... we finished it.”

Parker swallows hard at the way she speaks of the concept of we. Clearly not talking about him when she says it. Parker distracts his doubts by brushing a strand of Blake’s hair out of her face, noticing how tousled it is and there is a minor bruise underneath her eye. One that wasn’t there when he was still at her side.

“That doesn’t mean you weren’t hurt.” Parker whispers, gesturing to the bruise underneath his eye and he plants a small kiss on her cheek, rubbing circles over the small sore.

“It’s fine... it’s nothing, Parker.” Blake assures, stroking the skin at the back of his neck with comforting intentions.

Parker releases a heavy exhale and arches his head back in slight frustration. “You’re right... I have no reason to be worrying about you. Not after what I did—“

“No, Parker. I don’t wanna talk anymore. Especially about that.” Blake interrupts him before anguish can take over the moment. She tilts his head down so he’s staring into her eyes and her eyes darken at the sight of him. That only tells him one thing. “I wanna make the most of this. It doesn’t matter what you did. It only matters you do now.”

“And what do you want me to do?” Parker dares to ask, seeming to know the answer already.

A knowing look washes over Blake’s expression and she lets her hand a drift up to roam through Parker’s dusty brown hair, her voice dropping to a low whisper. “It’s not what I want. It’s what I need. And that’s for you to show me how much you were worried about me. I can see that desperation in your goddamn eyes and I want you to use that to take me the best you can.” Blake seems so sure of this and Parker has no reason to protest or argue with her. “...I wanna feel normal again, Parker... and I can’t wait anymore.”

Parker only has to say one more thing before everything he’s ever wanted with Blake can finally become a reality. “You don’t have to wait anymore, Blake. I’m here for you.”

With that, a magnetic force causes their lips to meet at a drastic pace, every emotion they felt in that moment going into this one powerful, mind blowing kiss. All the worry, anxiety, doubt, anger, frustration, hunger, desire, passion, power, relief, happiness and above all desperation falling into the rhythm that’s easily built up the minute their lips meet. The familiar salty taste of Parker’s lips causes Blake to smile against his mouth, as she continues to drag her hands through his hair, abruptly tugging on a strand with a little force and that causes Parker’s lips to part and a groan escapes him.

Taking advantage of the situation, Blake slips her tongue into his mouth and he returns the favour quite quickly, pressing her closer to his body and deepening the kiss as best he can. This is probably the first time the intensity of a moment between them has been at such a dramatic peak. Parker can’t remember a time he’s wanted someone as much as he wants Blake right now in this moment. This is everything he’s ever wanted with her and he knows this is a memory he’s gonna wanna relive for the rest of his life. The same could be said for Blake, as this moment means as much to her as it does to Parker.

Starting to feel the desire building in her core, Blake moves her hands from Parker’s hair and instead lets them rest at his shoulders before tugging his jacket off his body as quickly as possible. The piece of clothing aimlessly falls to the floor and is left discarded and meaningless as the only thing that matters right now is the two of them and they truly feel like they only people in the world right now. Parker responds by biting down on Blake’s lower lip, stifling a moan out of her and that’s when his lips start to mindlessly venture away from her lips and down her jawline. He continues this pattern until he reaches the base of her neck which prompts him to suck at the skin of her collarbone, marking her as his with a love bite like no other. While this is happening, Blake takes her lower lip between her teeth to stop herself from screaming Parker’s name.

She’s lucky that Elliot is staying at Robbie’s tonight or this would be a much bigger problem.

Parker sucks harder at Blake’s skin and this time she can’t hold back the moan that hovers in her throat. “Parker...” She mutters his name and it’s like music to his ears, only motivating him to pleasure her even more.

In response, Blake drags her hands up Parker’s shirt, his muscles twitching and tensing up as she caresses his stomach and plays with the hem of shirt. Parker reluctantly loses contact with her neck in order to pull his shirt over his head, leaving him bare chested before. Sure, Blake has seen him shirtless before but this is a hell of a lot more intimate because this sight is only for her.

A smirk crosses Parker’s lips as he noticed Blake’s obvious reaction to the sight of him. “Huh. You like what you see.” It doesn’t really seem like a question when he says that.

Blake just rolls her hazel eyes and doesn’t dare to answer him, simply yanking him in for another kiss by the back of his neck. She starts leading him over to the bed and she knows they’ve made when her back knocks into the end. Realising, Parker lifts her up by her thighs and guides her onto the sheets. She sighs in contentment when Parker starts working his hands at her body, caressing her hips as he lowers his head onto her neck once more, leaving another hickey but this time on the other side. Blake moans satisfyingly in response and grips Parker’s hair firmly, causing him to lift his head and sit up momentarily.

Blake reacts by shooting up as well and bringing their lips together once more, in desperate need for some sort of physical contact between them. Parker responds by latching himself onto her arms and deepening the kiss. He takes this as an opportunity to remove her shirt, breaking the kiss only for a second to complete the action and Blake feels an instant sense of relief when he removes her bra as well.

His gaze wanders hungrily over the sight of her bare chest, as this is the first time he’s seen such a view before. Blake suddenly starts to feel self-conscious as Parker’s gaze drifts further down her body but at the same time, she can’t help but enjoy his affection.

Wordlessly, Parker gently pushes her back down on the bed and lowers his head into her chest, prepared to supply her with her as much satisfaction as possible. His hands caress her stomach as he kisses in between her breasts before slowly showering her chest with kisses. His attaches his lips to one of her nipples and flicks it with his tongue a few times. That’s when he sucks onto her nipple affectionately, stifling a few moans out of her and she pants at the affect his touch is having on her. She’s enjoying every second of it. Every twitch, every caress, every time his hand grazes a curve. Blake almost can’t handle it.

Parker finally lifts his head after what seems like forever and then he finds himself moving further down her body, leaving a pathway of firm kisses on her stomach before he reaches the top of her jeans. He slides the zipper down and tugs her jeans off as quickly as possible. His eagerness is starting to kick in because of how close he is to getting to taste her. It’s what he’s wanted for a long time and he’s prepared to make her feel as amazing as possible.

Once her jeans are discarded, Parker performs the same action to her panties before settling his head in between her legs. Only now does he realise how wet she is and he sucks in a sharp breath at such a sight. Maintaining eye contact, Parker teases her folds with his fingers and tongue, finding himself too eager to miss a taste of her when he gets the chance. Eventually, his mouth hovers over her clit and he takes her in his mouth at the exact right moment, when her anticipation is at its peak. She slams her eyes shut and savours the moment, enjoying the feeling as her body tenses up pleasure. Parker never slows his movements, not wanting to let her enjoyment falter as he cherishes the taste of her. His fingers continue to work at her folds and he plans to pleasure her this way until her release is mere inches away.

“Mmmm... Parker...” Blake moans out of satisfaction, her mind in disbelief that this moment is finally here. She eventually feels herself moving on edge and her release could arrive at any moment. “Baby... I think I’m gonna...”

Hearing that, Parker lifts his head with a smirk and lets go of her. She meets his eyes with irritation, raising her eyebrows at him questioningly. Parker stays silent and wordlessly removes the rest of his clothes and positions himself so he’s hovering over her. That’s when Blake realises what he’s planning instead and she can’t help but bite down on her lower lip as she imagines what that could be like. Parker notices how much her eyes have darkened and it drives him as his cock twitches in reaction. His teases her sex for a moment before finally sinking into her.

Immediately, Blake releases a pleasured sigh and her body is flooded with a feeling of relief at Parker’s movements as he explores inside of her. Blake has never experienced this kind of love before and she can easily say it’s the best she’s ever had in her damn life. Parker could say the same as well, as he’s enjoying this just as much as Blake. They both melt into each other, being sure to make the most of this moment because who really knows what tomorrow could bring? Maybe that’s why Blake was so eager to do this now and Parker can’t say he’s complaining.

Parker eagerly palms her breast as they continue to rock rhythmically against each other. Cries of pleasure echo throughout the dimly lit house and Parker steadies Blake by resting his hands at her thighs. They continue moving against each other until finally... they both reach release.

Later, they both lay sprawled out on the bed, entwined in each other’s arms. They’re both slick with sweat but extremely and undeniably satisfied. They’ve both never experienced sex as good as that before and they’re still in disbelief that a night like this ended up leading to that.

Blake tilts her head towards Parker and her hazel eyes light up with energy. “Well, that was... fucking amazing.” She mutters, her head dropping back down on Parker’s chest as he smooths out her slightly greased hair.

Parker lets out a breathy laugh, kissing the top of Blake’s head. “Sure was.” He agrees, burying his face in her hair. He meets her eyes for a moment and something immediately comes rushing back to him and frowns a little.

“What’s wrong?” Blake asks in a concerned tone, noticing his sudden change of mood.

“Nothing I just... thought you were gone for moment. It really scared me, Blake.” Parker admits, his tone breaking with a shakiness and Blake cups his cheek reassuringly.

“But I’m still here, Parker. You don’t need to worry about me going anywhere. It’s over now.” Blake assures, bringing their lips together briefly and he can’t help but form a weak smile, despite still being a little shaken up.

“Are you sure it’s over? Because I don’t wanna lose you.” Parker whispers, joining their foreheads together and Blake nods at his words.

“I don’t wanna lose you either. If another battle comes around, I’m sure you’ll fight this time and I’ll be right there by your side. Alive.”

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