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itstheendofthegoddamnworld · 7 months

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Kissed by Moonlight (Alucard x Witch! Reader) 1

A/N: Thank you for everyone's patience after the first chapter, I hope to write more of this; this chapter will explain more and include appearance!

TW: Some mentions of harassment and violence depicted. Slight swearing is used too.

Summary: Born as a witch to a powerful coven, Y/N is destined for greatness. But she finds herself alone, forgotten and hated for being a witch later in life. It's only when she seeks shelter, that she finds herself running into help she least expected.

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Chapter 1

13 Years Later.

1476

The screeching of chickens sounded awfully similar to the sounds of human screams.

Jolting alive as if sparked by lightning, you almost smacked your head on the shelf ever so close above your once sleeping form, thudding to the ground the books and papers, scattering like leaves on the wind.

“Shit.” You groaned, grabbing your head, relieving the awful headache you were experiencing by clutching it. Gods, let this torture be over already. You cursed yourself, unfolding yourself from the tangled sheets of your uncomfortable bed.

Your bones groaned with the need to be stretched, popping in satisfaction as you dressed. The cool morning air brought the hairs on your skin to pebble, so you opted for warmer cotton to guard your skin throughout the day. Having already not had enough time to properly ready yourself for the day, your work clothes were already being thrown on you – much to your dismay.

Tying the apron around you and the head scarf to keep your short curls out your face, you braced yourself just at the front of your closed door, outweighing whether you should just roll back into the comfort of your itchy and narrow bed.

But that would mean no money, and no money meant not being able to pay for food, and no food would mean I would starve quicker than a stray dog and I would never have a way of getting out of this shit village-

Your door rattled jarringly with life on the other side, scaring your wits out as you braced for the austere voice behind it. “Are you decent?”

“Yes, sir.” You braced yourself for the worst.

Stepping back a few paces, the door swung open and it shuddered on its hinges, groaning as the thin walls vibrated terribly. The man in front of you was aged, blotchy skin and pot-bellied. His hair was mousey-brown with a terrible bald spot that he tried hiding with a combover. Bogdan was the standard of men in this village: all leery-eyed with fingers that liked touching, and mouths that liked the sound of their own voice. He was the very same as the rest of his gluttonous family.

Bogdan disregarded you even standing in front of him, eyeing your room scrutinisingly slowly. “It’s messy in here.”

“Yes, I know.” You coolly responded, trying your best to hold your tongue. If only I didn’t have someone burst into my room.

“Well, Andrei is hungry, he needs his breakfast.” Bogdan chortled, and it reminded you all the same as how the little piglets on the farm would squeal if they were picked up. “He wants four eggs this time.”

Biting the inside of your cheek, you kept your head low. “I’ll be sure to check the coop for more.”

“Be quick then, girl,” Bogdan stepped to the side to allow you to pass, and you made sure to walk a bit faster to avoid his hands reaching for the back of you. You knew if you weren’t quick enough, and you learnt the hard way the first time he did it.

“Yes, sir.” You skipped a step to leave your room, keeping a safe distance between him as you walked quickly through the back of the kitchen, outside to meet the harsh cold of the air.

The coop was small enough that it held the hens sweetly in their little hut, and you couldn’t help but hold a close bond with them. Call it loneliness, call it madness, but they slowly began your little friends you spoke to each morning, softly to yourself.

“Morning, ladies,” the latch to their door opened, and a cluster of feathers was the first thing you saw before you heard the familiar noises of your girls—the two of them you had, with names you gave them to make you feel close.

Henrietta was your brown-mottled beauty, the largest of the two and sweetest in allowing you to hold her. She reminded you of a cat in telling you when and for how long she wished to be held. Your black mottled hen, Dutchess, was the younger, trilling in greeting when she sensed your presence.

“I know, I know. They haven’t gotten rid of me just yet.” You laughed, gently rummaging through to find the right amount of eggs. “Well, that’s if I get out first.”

Duchess is first to ‘respond’, pecking gently at your hand to guide you to some she was nesting on. “First chance I get, I’m leaving.” You tell yourself aloud, not loud enough to be heard. “I’ll make sure I take you both with me.”

Henrietta lets out a sound similar to a goose’s honk, a squeak some would say, and it brought a smile to your lips all the same as every other day. How you loved them more than you liked to tell yourself, regardless if others found it odd.

You fed them seeds from your palm, gathering the necessary amount of eggs and you stroked Duchess’ chest, thankful she was feeling very gentle. “Gotta go, ladies. But I’ll be sure to see you all tomorrow.”

You made sure they were shielded from the elements, shutting the coop door as you headed quickly inside. Andrei and his mother, Irina – a much younger woman to her aged husband – were sat stoically at the kitchen table, eyes a dull hazel hue, dull and dead inside.

“Morning to you both.” you greeted as politely as you could, stacking the eggs as you gathered a skillet and necessary ingredients of milk, pepper, ginger, saffron (which you had to pay for with your own wages) and cheese.

Bogdan stalked his way into the kitchen himself, the silence was piercing, and even as you cooked with your back towards the three, you could feel their angry, harsh gaze stabbing into you. Their words were mean, their patience thin regardless of what you did or the size of the mistake, and the scars on your skin as their ‘punishments’ still stung with their reminders on your body.

“Hurry with it, girl.” Bogdan barked, startling you to move faster, nearly splashing hot milk over your hand in a hurry. The meal was as simple as poached eggs topped with cheese and served with bread, but Bogdan’s eyes were cold when he stared at the meal presented to him.

“You call this breakfast?” He held his plate up for your inspection.

You eyed it carefully, nearly laughing at his squashed, pig-like face staring back at you. “Your son always asks for this meal, sir.”

“No, I don’t,” Andrei wheezes, red-faced and whiny, and his face was punchable at that very moment. “She can’t cook what I like.”

“No, I don’t think she fucking can,” Bogdan added. It was only Irina who was the quietest of the three, but her eyes read the most emotion. The way her body was tense, eyes not looking at either of them and staring with such concentration on her plate.

You dared not step away in fright when Bogdan stood and strode towards you, glaring you down.

“Go on bitch, do something.” He goaded, twisting his fat head as if asking for you to strike him first. Your fingers flexed at the image, seeing him down on the ground after years of his punishments, his shouting matches with his son as you could only watch, hear it through the walls when his wife cried out in the nights.

Unclenching your hands, you could only wish you could do so much more for him.

Taking it as a sign of weakness, Bogdan turned to glance at his son momentarily. “One thing to know when you get a wife, son, is never let them have a go at you first.”

The strike was so fierce that your body nearly doubled over from the force. You buckled temporarily, clutching your already bruising cheek, staring in both horror and fury, wishing only the harm you could give him that only he could be treated with.

“Run along, bitch. Before I strike you again.” He threatened, and you had to ignore best the way his son snickered in your misery.

“Very well, sir.” You coolly replied, already listing what ways would get him to squeal like a pig.

The nights were short when you fell back into your room after a long day out.

It was a temporary measure after what had happened in Targoviste. Dracula was a temporary distraction from the world ending, yet his army of vampires and night creatures stalked across Wallachia, killing all in sight.

‘All for love,’ some said, yet you didn’t think Dracula could even conjure love after his heart was stone cold for centuries.

You had seen the bodies that came through after nights of their hunts, the way a human body didn’t look like anything after it was shredded from head to toe. It brought you to think of what those creatures were made from, how they were made,

Dracula was gone, but his servants lurked, his creatures too.

You didn’t even bother stripping from your clothes from today, throwing yourself onto your bed with a groan leaving your lips.

There was an odd comfort that came from your small bed, cushioning your weary body. You coiled in a fetal position in the darkness of your own relief, tucked away with the need for peace.

Drifting in and out of sleep, the need to rest was wanting to take over, but your mind was always plagued by nightmares of that day. The screams, the vampire you saw on the other side of the river—your mother’s lifeless body.

Blinking through bleary eyes, you shook the sleep from you, sighing heavily out a large, weighted breath. Holding your hands in front of you, you stared at them carefully. Spells had come with ease to you when you were young, but since the day you lost your coven and home, all was gone including your identity.

A powerful witch, they said I’d be. You could almost laugh despite the pain in your chest. But what is so powerful of me now for allowing some lecherous old man to strike me?

The sisters of your coven told you of your potential and sought it in prosthetic dreams and living visions. They spoke about how you’d be too strong for the world, even stronger than them. But what was now left was a girl who could only bring the smallest of flames to hand.

I can still feel them. You thought, cupping your hands and picturing the way they felt. They were inviting, the hug you needed after a long day, the way they warmed you like your mama did so many years ago.

‘The flames aren’t there to hurt you, Y/N.’ You could hear her voice in your mind, gentle and reassuring.

Yes, they’ve never hurt me. You thought, concentrating on them, feeling them spread from a small spark, growing and growing, imaging their colours blossom like the petals of flowers in spring, until-

“Ardeo.” You called out to the darkness, the darkness answered you eagerly back.

Like the spark of life, it started small, small flickers grew as they caught to your hands, yet they did not burn as you were informed. You smiled, the more they glimmered, the brighter they roared with life. They twirled around your fingertips like dancers, coiling and twisting around your fingers as you watched in glee.

I shan’t be scared any more. You let them die in your palms, the room growing dim with the little light now illuminating. I’m done with hiding. I shall not be something they mock, but rather someone they’ll know.

There is a harsh smell of blood that floated through your room, heavy and overpowering.

You retch as you rise, certain that something had made a meal just outside your bedroom window before the realisation hits you of what it could be.

Bolting out of your room, you almost crash into Bogdan as you rush past him, and outside to the coop. Please be okay, please be okay, please-

The coop door is already ajar when you slam it open, the crime is gruesome as you almost gasp at the sight. A heap of bloodied feathers greets you, with no chickens in sight. You find yourself almost weeping, before a cruel voice japes behind you.

“The night creatures took them away because you were too weird. Who talks to animals anyway?” He mocks cruelly. “They were just chickens.” Andrei’s shrill voice breaks something in you, as you glare daggers that make his words die down on his tongue. He doesn’t say much as you look at him in satisfaction, knowing you are not to be reckoned with.

“Fuck you, fat boy.” You move past him, ignoring the way he cries out from not even a harsh shove, but you head back inside to face the man you dreaded since bumping into him this morning.

He eyes you as if he’s thinking of the best possible thing to jape you about before you say first.

“I quit, I leave by the end of today.”

“You’re not serious,” Bogdan looks as if he was the one slapped across the face, red-faced as a tomato as he eyes you with shock. “Do you think someone will be willing to whisk you up just because you think you have a pretty face and decent body? You’re nothing without me keeping you from those beasts outside. You’re nothing without being under my roof.”

“Maybe so,” you respond, fingers clenched as you wish to speak the one word, but the anger rolls off you as you finally say what you wish you could’ve said a long time ago, “But I’m not a fat fucking fuck like you.”

“You little bitch,” he lunges for you, but you’re quicker, your hands reaching for the chubbiness of his forearm. With the strength of your sisters in spirit, the strength to keep living, you spoke the one word with as much fury and venom as you could produce. “Ardeo.”

You felt the heat first, the way it burnt through from your palms into his flesh, igniting as if beginning a fire, catching part of his clothes as he recoiled in startling fright. His screams are just as frantic as you imagined, the smell of burning flesh ignites memories from years ago, but you keep latched onto him, trying to ignore everything surrounding you and him.

It’s uncertain if you let go or he has enough strength to pull his arm out, and the ring around his arm is blotchy and red-raw, blistering and bubbling.

Bogdan was cursing you, howling like a wounded animal as he clutched his arm, but you did not wish to hear him, concentrating on keeping the flames in your palms alive.

“I’ll kill you,” he gritted his teeth, lips bloody from biting through them so harshly, “I’ll fucking kill you.”

You braced for a slap or something worse, body tense as no pain came. All you could hear was the wheezing sound of laboured breathing, a grunt of pain that didn’t come from you.

When your eyes focused on the sight in front of you, you saw that Bogdan’s body was tense, shoulder raised as if he had been struck in the back of the head. His eyes were wide like dinner plates, before he slumped to the kitchen table, something digging into his back.

“Get out whilst you still can,” Irina warned, her body tensed, eyes dead but tears flowed from her face as she pulled the item out from her husband’s back, silver flashing caught the light of the sunlight coming through, blood spurting like a faucet as you could hear him continue to choke.

You dared not look back as you bolted like a hare, hearing the continuous sound of the blade going in and out of the flesh, over and over again.

The more you ran, the more you relived being chased, running for your life once again.

Your lungs were aching, legs begging to rest, but you did not turn back in fear you were being followed. You had heard horror stories of sisters from covens being chased and hunted by men of the holy church, with pitchforks and flamed torches. You knew what became of them if proven guilty of crimes they hadn’t committed, but you knew that what you had done -regardless of witchcraft – was still an act of murder.

You didn’t want to imagine what it would feel like to burn, burn with flames you couldn’t control. The flames wouldn’t come from within you, instead, flames are used to ‘cleanse’ your soul clean for heaven.

Don’t turn back, keep running. You told yourself, watching the sky turn from purples and oranges to growing darker and darker. Run before something much worse finds you.

You didn’t know where you were: this was as far past as you had gotten and the woods seemed unfamiliar to you just as they were thirteen years ago when you fled the scene. It felt as if you were good at that: running from your past, running for a future you craved.

The treeline grew narrower as the night began, and before you, you ran through a clearing, a stream gently flowing as you jumped over it, trying to make sure you didn’t fall over your feet.

Trees grew and became deader, and before you could turn to take a look behind you, you gasped at the sight in front of you.

It was hard not to spot it, compared to the trees that seemed to blend with its black tall walls. It was a ghastly, spindly mass, a mass of destruction that caused dread for all to feel upon seeing it.

Dracula’s castle.

No, he was surely dead, wasn’t he?

Your head was spinning, body yearning for rest, throat gasping for air and water, and you garbled, eyes growing hazy. If he was dead, his castle would still be unoccupied, right?

Not wanting to take any chances, two parts of you were uncertain about what to do. Part of you screamed, that primal ‘fight or flight’ mode kicked in once again, and you felt like a little girl all over again, staring at your mother’s corpse. But the other part of you told you it would be shelter needed to keep you safe from anything outside.

Racing up towards the large, intimidating stairs, you chose to ignore the corpses that littered the entrance. You spotted many that resembled the corpses of night creatures, and two that were humanoid, propped on spikes as they blew gently in the breeze.

The doors came into sight, hesitating for a pregnant pause before you braced, pounding on them with three heavy knocks with nothing more than the side of your clenched fist. The sound the door made resonated within you as the sound vibrated throughout the outer entrance.

Nothing came from the inside for a moment or two, and before you could knock again - more desperately, urgently - the doors groaned with life, slowly opening. Not wasting time, you slipped through before they could shut, eyes adjusting to the harsh contrast of dark then light, eyes blurry, stumbling momentarily.

You didn’t have time to call out, before you felt something cold press into the back of your neck, silent as an apparition.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t slit your throat.” A soothing, soft voice sounded as if he was both behind you and watching from afar.

You wheezed, heart, thundering, the blade pressed closer into your skin and you cried out, trying to plead through your sputtering.

“Please—help me!” You called out, body about to give way as you swayed, blinking in and out of consciousness. Your body screamed to rest, but your mind was alive and burning with the need to explain yourself more.

With a final cry out, your body fell, but before your head could hit the ground, it was not met with the cold, hard flooring, but something holding you as you were settled to the ground gently, eyes giving out as darkness consumed you whole.

Latin Translations:

Ardeo – (I) burn

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mac-and-thefox · 7 months

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Mackie Moo. I am in hella pain so Ive come to bother you with a request of Amaryllis getting pampered and comforted by Mountain, Swiss and Dew pls ty ilysm mwah mwah

Amara my love 💙💙 I'm so sorry you're not feeling well. I hope this helps a little bit💙 (I'm sorry this took a minute...and that its so fucking long 😅)

I hope I do your OC and their dynamic justice

CW: hurt/comfort, lots of feels, vaginal fingering

Petal

Amaryllis had not been having a good day.

The fire ghoulette had woken up with a pounding headache, and a burning in her gut that was indicative of her heat starting in the next few days. Her joints were sore and things just couldn't seem to go right today.

She hadn't felt like fixing herself food, and as a result had tripped and spilled her lunch all down her front in the middle of the dining hall. She had stabbed herself with the massive leather-working needle she was using to reattach the soles of Rain's boots (she swears to Satan...if Bambi would just manage to stay on his damn feet during Rituals her job would be so much easier).

To make things even better, Primo was currently not at the Abbey, having been traveling for a personal sabbatical for the last week or so, and Amaryllis had been stuck assisting Sister Imperator all afternoon, which had resulted in Amaryllis leaving the office holding back hot, angry tears.

She stalked down the hallway, fatigue and irritation radiating off of the small fire ghoulette in waves, permeating her scent of clove oil, chestnut accord, and vanilla with the smell of charcoal.

At one point a sibling of sin came up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder. The look on Amaryllis' face as she whirled around snarling, blue flames dancing in her eyes and hair, her sprite Mango jumping out from her blue tresses emitting sparks, tiny puffs of blue smoke and angry "Eep!!"s, had sent the sibling stumbling backwards, stammering garbled apologies as they turned heel and ran the other way.

Down the steps to the ghouls' den she went, her feet and tail dragging as she nudged the door open with her horns, arms too tired to do their job, and stepped inside.

Mountain looked up from the book he was reading in his chair, alerted by the charred wood smell on his mate's scent as she entered the room. Amaryllis trudged over to the earth giant, slumping between his knees and dropping her head to rest on his shoulder, whining quietly.

Mountain leaned forward to recieve his mate, wrapping his arms around her small frame and nuzzling her hair between her horns. Mango revealed herself from her hiding place in her ghoul's hair, climbing up Mountain's shoulder and settling between his ram's horns, chirping and chittering sadly.

"What's wrong, Little One?" Mountain asked in his deep baritone, stroking her back softly.

Amaryllis flinched, whined louder and buried her face in his chest, tears staining his shirt as the stress from the day brought her headache back to the surface.

"Oh Petal, I'm sorry, was that too loud?" Moutain whispered as he cupped her small face in his massive hand and tipped her head up to look at him.

He gave her a small kiss on the nose and drew her up to sit in his lap, holding her close against his chest as he rubbed his fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp.

Mountain reached up to his horns, letting Mango step into his palm, before bringing his hand down to deposit the fire sprite in her ghoul's lap, the little blue salamander curling up on Amaryllis' tummy and kicking up her ember-like warmth and glow.

Amaryllis wrapped her arms around her mate's neck, burying her face in his calming scent as he began emitting lavender and eucalyptus in an effort to calm her down.

He rocked her softly, gently and quietly coaxing words from the fire ghoulette as she tearfully regaled him with the events of the horrible, awful day she had been subjected to.

A loud bang from the doorway signaled Swiss and Dew barging into the room, laughing and shoving each other as they taunted who was going to be the winner of the upcoming Mario Kart marathon they were planning on. Amaryllis shuddered and hid deeper into Mountain's chest at the sharp noises, the tears returning and turning into full sobs.

One sharp glare from the earth giant and a hiss from Mango sent Swiss and Dew into immediate silence, mumbling sheepish apologies as they padded over to the couple in the chair and knelt down at Mountain's feet.

"Hey hey, none of that now, Babylove...what's the matter?" Swiss murmured as he brushed the hair out of Amaryllis' face, wiping her tears away with his thumbs.

Dew, after a nod from Mountain, climbed into the other side of the earth ghoul's lap and wrapped his arms around his best friend's shaking form. Mango squeaked out a small protest at being squished between them before moving back up in between Mountain's horns, eyeing the fire ghoul suspiciously.

"Mara...please don't cry...we're sorry we were loud..."

Amaryllis sobbed harder, shaking in Dew's embrace as she re-purged her pain and frustration about the day.

"It's just...e-everything hurts and...I-I embarrassed myself in front everybody...just a shit day...Imperator is such a heinous bitch," Amaryllis blubbered out.

"I-I'm sorry...ge-getting your shirt a-all gross and snotty...I don't know why I can't stoooppp..." she wailed into Dew's shirt, wiping tears and snot off her face onto her sweater sleeve as the tears just kept coming.

Swiss pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket, sitting up on his knees and gently cleaning off Amaryllis' face as she sniffled and looked up at the Multi Ghoul with big, sad, red-rimmed eyes.

"Amara, we're so sorry you had such a bad day."

"Please baby, it's time to stop crying, you're going to give yourself a headache if you continue like this, love. There's our good girl,"

Swiss gave her a kiss on the forehead and smoothed her hair in between her horns as the fire ghoulette's sobs subsided to little sniffles and hiccups. He rubbed his thumbs over her temples and under her eyes, willing his bit of quintessence to wick away the pressure undoubtedly building from the intense crying.

Swiss glanced at Mountain, communicating silently through their bond. Mountain nodded, gently turning Amaryllis' face to look at him.

"Petal, why don't we go take a soak, hmm? Let's go take a long bath together, that will help your aches and help you relax a bit, yeah?"

Amaryllis peeked up at her mate's face. "I-I want Dew and S-Swiss to come with us, is that okay?"

Dew wrapped his arms around her again, bumping their horns together softly, affectionately.

"Mara, of course that's okay. Swiss is gonna go get the bath ready. Me and Mounty are gonna help you get undressed and relaxed, okay?"

Swiss leaned forward to give Amaryllis a soft kiss on the forehead before standing and slinking out of the room, heading off to make preparations. Dew began removing himself from Mountain's lap, until a whimper from Amaryllis and a rumble from Mountain's chest in response had him wrapping himself around his friend once again.

"Okay, okay, it's okay. I'm not going anywhere. I can stay right here with you. Mounty can carry us both, right Mount?"

Mountain let out another deep rumbling affirmative before standing slowly, both fire ghouls nestled securely in his arms. The earth giant lumbered down the hall to his bedroom cradling Dew and Amaryllis gently, trying not to jostle them too much. Dew kept his arms wrapped around the fire ghoulette, purring and chirping softly as she nestled her face in his neck, slowly relaxing with the scent of cinnamon and spices.

Mountain entered his bedroom, closed the door, and softly deposited Dew and Amaryllis on his bed, Mango hopping down from his horns and curling back in Amaryllis' lap. The three of them could hear faint splashes coming from the bathroom; Swiss drawing and preparing the bath for the four of them.

Dew helped Amaryllis out of her clothes. He gently pulled her tear-stained sweater over her head, mindful of the horns, while Amaryllis held and played with his tail, fiddling absent-mindedly with the spade. Dew leaned into her, grooming Amaryllis and giving her soft kitten licks, cleaning her tear-stained face as she closed her eyes tight and leaned into the loving attention from her best friend.

Mountain approached the bed and knelt down at her feet. He gently lifted her hips, slipping off her pants and discarding them on the floor. Dew shifted to sit behind Amaryllis as the earth ghoul leaned in, joining Dew in grooming his mate as he licked up her neck and across her shoulders, lovingly, reverently. Mountain, sensing that words were still too much, tried his best to convey his devotion to the fire ghoulette through gentle touches and caresses, purring a deep rumble in his chest, his tail winding up her body to caress her cheek with his spade.

A soft touch on his shoulder from Swiss alerted Mountain that the bath was ready. He reached up to give Amaryllis a soft kiss on the lips before picking her up and carrying her bridal style into the bathroom, Dew following close behind the couple.

Amaryllis' eyes grew big at the sight in the bathroom. Soft, golden light from candles lit on every surface, making the tub in the center of the room practically glow. Fairy lights were strung around the ceiling, giving the room a comforting ambiance. Mountain approached the tub and gently set Amaryllis into the warm, bubbly water.

She looked up at Mountain as he slowly lowered himself into the tub and drew her into him, hugging her tightly to his chest as he buried his face in her hair.

Amaryllis felt a disturbance in the water, Dew and Swiss slipping into the tub and cuddling around her.

Mountain looked down at his mate and sighed into her hair.

"Petal, you are our heart. We're so sorry today was so hard. Let us make it up to you and help you relax, hmm?"

Mountain cupped her face in his hands, threading his fingers through her cyan blue hair as he brought his lips to hers and kissed her deeply. Amaryllis wound her arms around his neck, opening her mouth and letting their tongues dance together, deep but still sweet.

Dew and Swiss moved in closer, running their hands up and down her body, mouths seeking skin to touch, to kiss.

Mountain lifted the fire ghoulette and turned her in his lap to lean against his chest, hands roaming up and down her sides, grinding her down softly on his slowly growing cock.

Amaryllis moaned quietly and leaned back against him, closing her eyes and succumbing to the feeling of hands roaming her body.

"You're so beautiful, Little One," Mountain sighed as he moved his mouth over her mark, licking and nibbling at it, causing a shiver from his mate as she let her head fall to the side against his broad shoulder.

"We're so lucky to have you, Mara. So grateful that you're ours," Dew groaned as he ground against her hip, his head coming down to mouth at her nipple, suckling gently, one hand coming up to caress the other tit.

He teased it, rolling the rosy bud between his nimble fingers, earning a soft cry from Amaryllis as she arched her back, pressing her perky tits more firmly into his mouth and hand.

"You're being such a good girl for us, letting us take care of you like this," Swiss murmured.

He let his fingers trail teasingly, taunting, up and down her thighs before finding their home in between her legs. His thumb teased her clit as his fingers sought out and circled her entrance, already growing slick from the silky water and from the attention paid by her ghouls.

Swiss sank two fingers slowly into Amaryllis' body, eliciting a moan from the ghoulette as he stroked inside of her with that wicked come hither motion.

Amaryllis brought her arms up to wind behind Mountain's neck, her breathing growing heavy and mewling softly. Mountain ran his nose up and down the soft skin of her arm, kissing and nibbling gently at the soft flesh.

"How are we feeling, Little One?"

Amaryllis gasped and rolled her hips into Swiss' hand, seeking more pressure from his thumb on her clit, his fingers moving more quickly as they pumped in and out of her pussy, finding that ridged spot that made her see stars.

"S'good, Daddy...making me feel so good,"

Amaryllis brought a hand down to stroke through Dew's hair. The fire ghoul came up for a kiss, licking across her fangs and possessing her mouth with his tongue, moaning as he rutted more insistently against her hip. Dew gave her a quick nip on the lip, causing a squeak from Amaryllis as he returned to his post at her tits.

Oh...someone liked that," Swiss chuckled, feeling her walls tighten around his fingers from Dew's little surprise nip. He circled her clit, pressing firmly with his thumb as he increased the speed and pressure of the fingers buried firmly inside her desperate cunt.

Amaryllis squirmed in her mate's lap, feeling herself being pulled into that sweet, delicious place by the ministrations of her ghouls, the heat in her tummy coiling tightly, on a hair trigger, ready to snap.

"Daddy, m'close. Let me cum, please Daddy,"

Mountain lowered his head to lick along the shell of Amaryllis' ear.

"Whenever you're ready, love, cum for us. I love you so much," he whispered into her ear before biting down into the skin of her neck that proudly bore her mark to him.

Amaryllis went rigid as her orgasm ripped through her body. Eyes closing tight, mouth open, cries escaping from her throat as her toes curled and her thighs shook before collapsing back against Mountain's chest, boneless and spent. She let her mind float off into the ether, half listening to the soft voices of the ghouls she loved most dear before drifting off into comfortable nothing.

Hands roaming softly up and down her back brought Amaryllis back into her body. She realized she had been turned around and she purred as she nuzzled into the chest of the earth ghoul below her. Amaryllis wrapped her tail around Mountain's waist and sighed contentedly.

Mountain looked down at her as she stirred, smiling and purring that deep rumble in his chest as the fire ghoulette peeked up at him though her long lashes.

"Welcome back, Petal. How are you feeling?"

Amaryllis let out a deep breath before melting back into her mate's arms.

"Much better, Daddy. Thank you for taking care of me. I love you,"

"I love you too, Little One," Moutain whispered, pressing small kisses to Amaryllis' horns.

"Swiss and Dew went to fetch us some water and snacks. They'll be back soon. Just relax and rest, my queen."

They laid in the warm water together, waiting for her other ghouls to return. Amaryllis reached up to her mate, kissing him softly and caressing his face in her tiny hands. She ran her fingers through her love's hair and gently plucked the flowers that had sprouted behind Mountain's ears and rams horns, setting them into the water to float and filling the tub with her favorite blooms, fragrant and beautiful. Miniature sunflowers, tiny orchid blooms, hyacinth, and of course, Amaryllis.

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Hello! This is my first fic so please be gentle with me, I am not sure if I will make more since I have no idea how will this one do, but I hope you will like it :)

It's Mushitaro fic, I wanna give special thanks to my friend for complimenting it and giving me confidence :)

I apologize for any mistakes, english is my second language

CW/TW: maid!reader, however it's not typical dynamic, bear with me, for most part it's gn!reader but when smut scene comes it's fem!reader, NSFW obviously, slight edging, Mushitaro is needy, it's a bit of slowburn, Mushitaro is a bit OOC at the times, tying up, reader is dominant, overall switch dynamic from both Mushitaro and reader, reader is Poe's friend, a bit of angst, fluff, cursing, please let me know if I forgot to mention anything! :)

I listened to The Zone - The Weeknd, if anyone is interested :)

N/N stands for nickname, I wasn't sure how to tag it

Sentimental || Mushitaro Oguri x Reader

It was during the time Mushitaro spent time in Poe's mansion.

You were working for Poe as a maid even though your relationship with him was very friendly and he didn't look down on you whatsoever because you were taking care of him and Karl. You would clean, prepare food, feed and play with Karl when Poe was too busy with writing or bickering with Ranpo while solving cases.

One day, he suddenly showed up with a man unknown to you, he was tall, slim and from what you could tell, very fashionable and took care of himself and his looks which sparked your interest aside from Poe suddenly bringing someone in since you knew he doesn't really have friends beside yourself, Ranpo and Karl.

"I'm pleasantly surprised to see a new face here Poe, is this your new friend?" you asked while adjusting your skirt and getting ready to put some new works Poe has written on the shelf. You were thinking how Poe wrote a lot lately and he was clearly stressed rather than inspired since what you were getting your hands on are around 20ish books and as you started packing them in your hands in order to move them, a man suddenly interfered taking books out of your hands.

"I am Mushitaro Oguri and by no means I am this man's friend, however I am grateful for his assisstance and help." he said rather dramatic and then he continued his speech "I also understand you are his maid by what he has told me and it's a pleasure to meet you, it must be pain in the ass to deal with him, so let me help you with those books at least."

You didn't expect from him to be so...initiative with his help. He gave you an idea of a man who has others do things for him, you would even assume he was demanding in nature. It made you think a bit and then you introduced yourself "Pleasure is all mine sir, my name is Y/N L/N and I am glad you understand my struggles with Poe, I have no one to complain to, he might seem shy and anxious but he can be really hard to please sometimes." you said in joking manner.

Mushitaro took look at you and chuckled while putting one of the books down.

"You won't have that issue with me. I know exactly what I want and I am straight forward with my demands unlike some of us." he glanced at Poe who was standing next to you slightly uncomfortable.

"Oh? I am glad to hear that, I am sure we will get along just fine.", you elbowed Poe, "Cheer up sad face, it's a joke, I honestly couldn't ask for a better person to work for and work with." you have Poe warm smile and he relaxed a bit and while smiling added "I am glad to hear, Mushitaro please go easy on her and treat her with care."

"Hmph, who do you think I am? I will treat her properly, I don't need you to tell me that." Mushitaro said with slight annoyance in his tone.

"Good to hear. But, I must take my leave now, there are plenty of things we need to get done." and with that Poe explained full situation to you and how this it to keep Mushitaro protected and safe because of everything that happened with DoA.

You understood everything and you were a bit scared for what your friend has gotten himself into, however you knew your priority was to make Mushitaro comfortable and satisfied, more importantly safe.

You were slightly nervous about it since he made very clear he *is* a demanding guest to have, however you knew you won't fail and you will keep him here whatever it takes. It's least you can do.

Although you could see how Mushitaro was combing his hair almost asking to be watched while doing it because he was so theatral about it so you chuckled to yourself and thought how this might not be too bad after all.

Well.

You were wrong. You were so wrong that you wanted to find Poe and strangle him for leaving you with this man. After his little help with books, which you highly appreciated, he was insufferable.

Demanding certain procelan, certain clutchery, he wouldn't eat food that wasn't 'satisfying his taste buds' even though you knew your cooking skills were perfect, certain way to clean, dry and iron his suit he wants to wear for a day (as if he was going anywhere aside from mansion and as if he was seeing anyone aside you) and when you brang his attention to that he would shut you up by saying how style is style, no matter where you are or who will see you, he even went so far to making you move all furniture in a room he was staying in because it wasn't satisfying his eyes, nor complimenting his style and class.

It was almost like he was tormenting you on purpose as if he noticed and deeply enjoyed every time he could see your eyebrow twitch on one of his demands. You tried to keep yourself professional because you are a professional, you might be a maid but you are very intelligent, strong willed, patient, you helped ADA and Guild more times than you can count and this man won't break you. That was your resolve, no matter what happens or what he asks for you will go through it and your pride and mental state might suffer a bit because of it, but you will stand your ground because last thing you want to do is fail your promise made to Poe.

This was your resolve but it seemed like Mushitaro had resolve of his own and that was to make you completely miserable.

"Hmm, I need a new tie. I grew tired of all old ones I have." it was almost like he was singing just for your ears to hear and bleed out from annoyance. You ignored him, hoping it will just pass as soon as he notices something else he isn't satisfied with.

"Do you hear me? I said I need a new tie so you will go with me to buy it and you are awfully quiet today Y/N, you seem even...annoyed? Why would that be?" you had your back turned on him because you were ironing his suits and tried your best not to snap and potentially kill him, but you could feel amusement that was tangled with his voice and his low gaze that was burning on your back. You took a small breath and turned around with the most relaxed, professional and kind expression you could do.

"I am by no means annoyed, I am simply focused on my work. As for your tie, I am truly sorry, however we can't go out and risk you getting caught so you will have to find a new way to amuse yourself or pick a tie you already have and make it fitting for today, sir." you were proud of yourself for being collected, you spoke calmly, maybe even too calmly for your liking, but none of that matters now. What matters is you won. He stood silently, observing you for a few seconds and as much as you hated to admit to yourself now, he was a pretty handsome man. More importantly, it got you thinking a bit, the days you spent together, when he wasn't annoying he was actually sweet and interesting man. You knew he helped Ranpo, so with that knowledge you could conclude he was just a show off and usually people with grandé self expression through mannerism and clothing just dislike being looked into due to insecurities or secrets we all have more or less, so they do their best to make people focus on their outside persona. It still didn't make you miss out on that when he wasn't being pain in the ass that he complimented your work, your knowledge, saying how lucky Poe is to have you as a friend and as a caretaker in a sense, when he shared his stories and experiences even though they were sometimes mostly focused on him being 'King of crime' how he liked to call himself and you would let him have it even though you knew he didn't have that inside himself. He wasn't a murderer, he was just granted an insanely powerful ability and he had a right to claim it however he wanted because it was his after all, but it wasn't him as a person. He loved dicussions and often times when he would discuss something with you he had some sort of sadness to him, gloomy expression with a bit of choking some words out or not fully focused, almost as he was reminiscing some past events that were bringing sadness to him, but you were never foolish or rather intrusive enough to ask, so you would listen. He loved being listened to as well as he loved to listen to you. He would disagree with some things you would say, but he would never belittle you which did make you feel warm around your heart. It was a long time since you were able to discuss something or just talk with someone since Poe was often busy and when he wasn't busy, he would speak about Ranpo or new novel he has in mind. You never minded that, you loved seeing Poe being out of his shell with you, but you also deeply missed being listened to and sharing your own thoughts, worries and philosophy with someone. That is until he showed up. He also seemed awfully lonely and people in solitude often have certain aura to them, you were also convinced Mushitaro sensed that in you as well, that's why when he wasn't annoying you, he made you feel comfortable and heard. Your laughs echoing, Mushitaro being loud while trying to explain why mystery novels are stupid, how math is even more fun, how style of a person says a lot about them, how he listened to your adventures with Guild, ADA, Poe, Karl and memories from your childhood. He was there and made you feel less of a forgotten mansion's ghost. Which meant a lot.

Yes, he was also awfully handsome and had beautiful complexion and your heart would flatter anytime he would compliment you in his unique way or when he would give you a gentle smile of appreciation anytime you did something he demanded the way he demanded or when he would slightly touch your hand your body would have weird sense of familiarity, of belonging, of feeling real and appreciated even if that maybe wasn't his intention at all.

However, he was still painfully annoying.

"Ahh, you still call me sir, I think after all this time and into the late night discussions we got over that, don't you think? Plus when you look at me, I don't look a year over 21, wouldn't you agree?" he was shook his head and then proceeded to look and admire himself in the mirror.

"It is true that it's not safe, however I do need a new tie, so my today's demands, aside from established ones.." he said this in very obvious, yet very teasing voice. You knew that he knew he was annoying you and enjoyed every second of it.

"...are for you to call me Mushitaro and to go out with me for my new tie and keep me safe, sounds good Y/N?" he ended his question with your name that he put a lot of accent to as if it was the main point of whole sentence. You knew his point was to make sure you understand he wants you to use his name even you didn't even know why would you call him sir after all. You did spend a lot of time together obviously, but you never wanted to cross professional boundary so 'sir' would slip out here and there.

It got you thinking, was that even the most unprofessional thing you are worrying about? This is a man that for some reason made you feel like all annoyance was worth it once your head hits your pillow because of the way he spent time with you. Sometimes, for unknown reason to you, when he would get too out of it you wished you could just kiss him to shut him up and take all your inner irritation out on him. It was a funny thought, harmless one too, right?

Wrong. Your so called professionalism ended the moment you started treating him more as a friend, as a part of your daily routine that was needed, that was out of all work you do for him, the moment your thoughts were focused on his shoulders, hands, neck, lips or the way he says your name like he was always there. You tried to supress it, after all, even with your job you were still friends with Poe, right? But you never had such thoughts about him, maybe because he wasn't demanding or testing your limits, that might be it. But you also never found yourself wondering how would his lips taste like or how certain suit covers his shoulders and brings out his figure.

Your professionalism ended when you stopped treating him like a guest, like part of your job for the sake of mission, when you started feeling tingly inside your stomach and chest while thinking of him or simply observing him while he wrote something Poe told him to write.

It ended the moment you started seeing him as annoyance, as pain in the ass, not because of his demands, partly yes, but moreover because he was making your lose your usually calm, collected, professional self you cherished. Because you had feelings for him. Because he brought something new in your routine, he brought new light and new experience you didn't expect. Now, this isn't time to think about silly things like this, you must do something for him to give up stupid tie. Fucking stupid tie.

You looked at him, composed, you thought about what will you say.

"This is how we will do, today I can only fullfill one demand or rather request from you which is unfortunate for me, since I do love doing my job, but it will probably be more unfortunate for you. I believe you know which one is it, Mushitaro?" you did same thing he did, you've put an accent on his name as if it was main point of your sentence, hopefully he will recognize you do see and recognize him as more than you are able to show and with that you smiled softly, hoping that as well as that, he will also realize that fucking tie hunting won't happen.

"You made it fairly clear I believe." he closed his eyes before answering as he was thinking about something unclear to you, softly smiled as well and continued.

"I need a new tie. It's something I desire and as far as I am concerned, based on our conversations and knowing you by now, you value your job and you have to fullfill that desire, no? To you it might be foolish, but I am very serious about this, it's something I am passionate about and you said you will do *anything* to make me feel comfortable. So, there's that for today. Let me know when you're ready to leave." he turned around and you could feel your blood boil, but what's even worse you could hear Poe's anxious and panicked voice asking how could you let this happen over a dumb tie. You knew you were better than this, you knew how nasty you can get once your patience is crossed and this man wouldn't live to tell the tale. So you did the most reasonable thing you could.

"Don't you turn your back on me Mushitaro. You will come back this second and sit your ass down while I sew you a new tie. Did you hear me?"

it was maybe foolish, you knew how to do it, however he had delicate taste as he liked to call it, so this was a gamble.

"Hm? To sew me a tie? You?" he was a bit stunned and you knew you got him intrigued so now all you have to do is convince him.

"Yes, me. As far as you know before anything, I am a maid, am I not? Of course I can do that. I can also make you a tie you desire, so tell me your likings and I will make it, but you won't step a foot outside or I will strangle you with those tacky ties you own. Clear?"

you were actually honest, you were ready to do anything for this to go your way. You disliked a title of 'maid' itself, but you truly did love what you do because it was stress relieving for you and it was always a positive experience being appreciated and a way for you to appreciate people by doing things for them. Well, Poe, Karl and as in now Mushitaro too.

"I also designed my outfit for this work, and out of all your complaints I haven't heard one about my outfit, so my guess is you like it or at least can stand it, right Mushitaro?" you said teasingly, now it was time for a payback.

You knew you were good in a lot of things and handling work no one would do, handling people no one would and putting your hands to use for anything, within that, crafting and making outfits and clothing were only few of them. But most important ones right now.

Mushitaro seemed to get...shy? He looked away from you but quickly found his composure to bring his usual self out.

"Very well then! I shall let you do what you are good at. I, king of crime, know better than anyone what it is like to appreciate your own craft beyond anyone else's. Also, I, as probably the most fashionable person one has a pleasure of meeting told you already. People's style says a lot about them and based on yours I could tell you are creative, quick witted, sentimental and kind which was also confirmed in our time spent together after all work is done. I do admire your work but don't get ahead of yourself with my compliments, I only say this to encourage you doing a good work for me. Mhm! That's all!!" he was so dramatic you had to think, is it really? He sounded like he tried to convince himself into something rather than you, however his compliments did make you feel seen and appreciated once again.

You blushed a bit thinking about his words about yourself and your outfit.

"Excellent then. What are your demands this time, king of crime?" you said while laughing softly.

"Hah! That's exactly who I am. I also knew you were a fast learner. Hmm..for my tie, you see, I desire a teal one, preferably made out silk or maybe wool to match a suit I wear the most so it can fully compliment my style and my persona. Will that be okay Y/N?"

Of course it will be. Ties were easy to make. You could do it blind.

"No problem at all, I will get right to it. See how easy this was Mushitaro? If only you weren't so whiny and dramatic about it I would've finished it 3 hours ago, jeez."

"Hey! That's not it. It's passion, I already explained. But I won't be whiny and dramatic anymore so you can get some work done since I have mine to do. I shall leave now."

"How kind of you, truly. If you didn't have your own work you would annoy me until this whole mission is over." shit. You shouldn't have said that.

"Annoy you? Well, I might come off as demanding, however I made that clear already, I believe. Also, didn't you say you enjoy doing this kind of things?

If it annoys you, well, there might be something else, something inside you that you need to pay attention to. But, that also means you lied to me in the beginning of our conversation, I asked were you annoyed and you said no, why is that?" he was as sharp minded as he could be, his tone sounded a bit offensed, but more curious and teasing.

Did he figure it out? No way, this man seems like he doesn't have awarness of other people's emotional state usually since he is so focused on himself. Usually. Crap. Time to think of something.

"Uh..well, I admit, sometimes your demands do annoy me with how ridicilous they can get, you are the first person that has such a specific taste which is challenging at the times, however, I end up fullfilling them, don't I?" you said the with best voice you could squeeze out of your throat. You knew you would fullfill anything for him at this point because of how fond you are of him and reason for your annoyance is because you wanted to spend time with him...a bit differently, but you knew that won't happen as much as he opens up to you and as much attention he gives you, it's his politeness and who he is as a person, not voice of his feelings whatsoever.

"You are not the first one to tell me that! I had a friend, you see, he also sort of hinted how I barely have any friends due to my persona, but for different reasons. He didn't have any either so it was ironic coming from him.

Yes, you do fullfill my demands and I am grateful for that, I am grateful for you. I will let you do your work now and try not to annoy you too much Y/N." he had some sadness in his voice which made your heart drop in tightness of your chest because not only did he say he was grateful for you, you could also recognize that he liked connection you had and maybe, just maybe, he felt comfortable enough to act that way around you because, as much as he was hiding something by his huge demenor (as we all do), he felt comfortable enough to take up space with you in it. You allowed him that. To be loud, demanding, talkative. He was in general expressive person, but with you, he didn't think about it as in trying to hide something, he was genuine, he enjoyed time spent together, he also knew you loved your job so why not be demanding in order for you to do what you enjoy, he wanted to make that happen. Even though he was naturally demanding, most of the time with you he was just looking for something to demand in order to make you happy.

Because you loved it, right?

You were happy. But not specifically because of what you did, but because you did it for him and with him and you knew once you finish it, it's time for two of you to play games, talk, drink tea or wine, light heartedly bicker sometimes, listen to each other. It was because you loved your heart racing with him, you loved being near him. You were in love and now you maybe ruined it all because your tongue was quicker than your thoughts. You will fix this, hopefully. No, you will fix this for sure. That's your job, you always fix stuff and take care of them. Only, this time, it's your feelings that are involved too. You are doing this for yourself and because even if you felt like solitude was meant for you most of the time, he changed that and you won't lose it.

As he left you in silence, you sat down with your emotions and new discovery or rather new acceptance and started working what you are best in, putting so much thought, love and hope for forgivness and new chance in every move you made with the teal silk. It is beautiful color and it would suit Mushitaro really well, make him even more handsome to you. You were delicate and gentle, focused and determined, trying your best to somehow wield in all emotions you had and hopefully, somehow he might feel them too through your craft.

It was almost done when your attention got caught by shiny, deep dark purple silk in the box and you realized you can maybe make one more. You giggled to yourself because of the idea you got, Mushitaro showed you his ability one time and it was the most unique and beautiful one you've seen truly, not once you've seen an ability being so special and expressive, but it did suit his character when you think about it.

So you decided to make him a purple tie too and on the back sew in a little creature that shows up during his ability so when he turns it around he can be reminded how that's his ability and give his (not so small) ego a boost because it reminds him he is 'king of crime'.

You were hoping he will like it so you got to work as quickly as possible because you were actually excited about this one.

Once you were done, you couldn't wait to show Mushitaro what you made so you quickly went to his room and knocked rather impatiently for him to open doors so you can show him ties you made.

He opened the door looking you up and down, questioning why were you suddenly so excited and jumpy. This was maybe the first time you weren't able to hide your expression from him and you didn't care.

"So will you let me in or what?" you asked impatiently.

He moved from door frame and gestured you to come in.

You came in and his room was really nice and clean, thanks to you of course, so you admired your good work a bit before bringing your attention back to Mushitaro.

"So, I know you asked for teal one and here it is, I hope you like it." you said a bit shyly because next thing was to admit you made a tie special for him, with only him in your thoughts and put your heart in it.

"Now it's not the time to become a coward, Y/N" you thought.

Mushitaro examined the tie between his fingers, he was looking with a deep thought but your gaze was focused on how long, delicate and gentle his fingers are.

"It's really nice, actually. Not like I doubted you for a second, but you truly know your work. I wouldn't find better one in any expensive, tasteful store. So thank you, truly, Y/N. So I don't have any other demands or rather annoyance to offer, so you might want to leave now." he said, he was unusually cold in last part of his sentence which made you a bit discouraged, but you believed it will be okay. You just have to be honest.

"Uh..okay Mushi, look, I am sorry for saying it like that. I know it wasn't nice and truly, it's not the way I meant it.

Um, aside from teal, I made you this purple tie, I know you only have one purple suit and purple tie to match it already, but it has a little surprise behind, so here you go, just turn it upside." you said but you couldn't look at him, somehow it was too much, everything came out pouring out of you and you were emotionally desperate not to lose him over dumb thing you've said.

Mushitaro was shocked. He didn't speak, his eyes were wide and it was the first time he didn't have any funny, quick witted, self praise remarks to make. He just slowly took purple tie you handed out, you could feel his cold fingers brushing lightly over yours which helped your whole body that was burning.

He turned end of the tie upside and saw little creature smiling at him. He immediately knew it was his ability and he was speechless. He felt so seen, so listened to, so warm, appreciated, melted, you name it. He felt it all. But above all he was in shock. He swore he could even tear up if he wasn't so shocked. It was such a small gesture, a detail some would say, but it was from you. From you to him. It was like you gave him a love letter and little creature were your lips that kissed envelope to seal it. Or to be as a signature he would recognize without name. Something inside him in that moment broke, not in a bad way at all, in a way where he couldn't describe and thought how his old friend is probably laughing at him right now. Look at him, you opened and made him experience something inside himself he didn't know was possible. He obviously fallen for you, but this was like his love was sealed with your gesture. Like envelope sealed with a kiss. Like his tie sealed with tiny creature.

He came to his senses and saw you looking around weirdly, waiting for reaction of him.

"So, not only did I get a tie I desired, I got a tie made just for me and a new nickname too? Mushi, huh?"

You didn't even realize. Oops. Well it's fine, it's not like there is going back from this point.

He continued.

"You missed my demanding, ah pardon me, annoyance so much you gave yourself work to do for me. How splendid, I knew you were insanely creative, see N/N?"

he smiled proudly but that didn't change the fact his heart, just like yours, was beating so fast in his chest and all he actually desired was to kiss you and show you what he feels for you.

You were as shocked as he was just a minute ago by your doing. Did he just give you a nickname? I mean, naturally so, you called him Mushi...it's only natural to happen, right?

"I already said I am sorry for calling it annoying and maybe, yeah, maybe lack of your insert made me a bit...sad, I think. Now, stop with the teasing and can we forget that happened?" you asked him.

"I mean...what kind of man would I be if I let something like that stop a lady like yourself taking care of me. Maybe I can rephrase it in my mind and think how my annoying attitude and your creative mind must coexist in order for true style, true fashion to happen and me to be taken care of so delicately. I will settle like that, I am fine with it. I think I can find small part in my heart and forgive you." he said all of this jokingly, theatral, even though he did want for your creative mind and in general, all of you to coexist with him as much as possible. More importantly, he noticed more and more of your kind heart, your loving soul and he wanted to share everything with you.

"It's settled then, we have a deal my new found inspiration." you said jokingly.

"Now, let me put your tie on so you can see how it looks with your suit." you came closer and went to grab teal one because of the color of his suit, but he moved his hand and gave you purple one. You were confused as in why a man who puts fashion over everything would make such a tasteless decision.

It's almost like he sensed question you had and said in soft, low voice

"Sure, teal one would be "right" decision, tasteful one, obvious one. This one has sentimental worth. I might come off as narrow minded or even dull minded to some people due to my appreciation for fashion, but I truly believe meaning and impact behind something holds more importance than some convenient details. You know what I mean?"

You nodded, but chuckled a bit because you knew it will look funny, but also because it made you feel nice. You knew he liked it and that's all it matters now. He took his green tuxedo off and left it on his chair to give you space to work.

You were adjusting tie around collar of his shirt gently, you were so close to him and you were a bit nervous to feel him so close like this but you held it together, it's a fucking tie. All mess happened because of a tie, but it also brought you together like this so it might not be all bad, right?

He was looking gently, lovingly at you, you were much shorter than him, your head could pleasantly rest on his chest, oh how he wished for that.

You were making finishing tucks to make it straight and neat and then gently put your hands on his chest.

"All done! Take a look to see if you like it."

He took a glance in the mirror, it made him proud to wear a tie made specifically by you for him, it was absolutely beautiful, but he couldn't focus on that in the moment you two were in.

"It's truly an honor to wear it and as much as I like it, I think you tied it pretty tight around my neck, was this just a manipulation for you to slowly strangle annoyance from your life?"

You laughed.

"Ah, I am standing next to king of crime after all, how could I be so foolish and think my little plan will work? Come, let me fix it."

You were readjusting the thightness and you couldn't stop your gaze from being shamelessly focused on his neck and not even a bit after, his lips.

He caught that and as you were doing your thing he slowly grabbed your wrists to move them down to stay next to your body and you looked at him in confusion.

His right hand slowly started caressing and making it's way up your arm.

"I think it was enough of this, no?"

He gently moved your hair from your neck and cupped your cheek brushing his thumb over it.

"If this is your way of showing gratitude...simple thank you would be enough Mushi." you said rather nervous, voice low and shaky, your heart was beating so fast you swore he could see it between your chest and you thought this was some teasing game of his.

"Ahh yeah, indeed, it is a way of showing my gratitude, but it's also a way for me to show you my feelings. So thank you for ties, but more importantly for being you, N/N."

You were burning. Was this a joke? There is no way a man like him can get this bold. You didn't care though. You had enough of hiding your feelings and if it was truthful from his side too, you couldn't be more grateful.

He slowly leaned down, his thumb still caressing your cheek meanwhile letting your other hand free and slowly placing his left hand on your waist meanwhile you gently put your hand on top of his, signaling him it's okay to grab it tighter and your other hand cupping his jaw.

His lips finally meet yours and you could feel his warm, wet tongue on yours, he was gentle, slow kisser, pulling you closer by your waist trying to put all of his feelings and admiration for you into that kiss. You pulled away to bite and suck on his bottom lip while looking at him in the eyes then your tongue met his once again, this time more demanding, more aggresively and you slowly put his hand that was carressing your waist and back, on your ass grabbing it with him.

He was a bit nervous, but he didn't stop, you were still making out almost out of breath when he pulled you a bit harshly on top of him while sitting himself on the bed next to you. You pulled away to catch a breath and he started kissing your neck gently, teasingly, he gave it a cat lick and then started sucking on it while his hands were making his way under your skirt. You whined a bit from his work on your neck. He pulled away and started kissing your jaw and under your ear, only to gently bite it. You could feel him get hard under you, he was moving your ass cheeks up and down almost begging you to move.

You removed his tie and undid first few buttons of his shirt and you got a great look of his pale complexion as well as his prominent collarbones you started covering in slow paced kisses moving up to his neck and slowly breathing in his ear because of how hard he was getting, you started licking his neck from the bottom to back part of his ear going back down following wet trace you left with kisses only to start sucking in the middle, wanting to leave a hickey just like he did to you.

He was making small, low groans alongisde with tiny whines.

With your long nails you brushed over other side of his neck and you could feel him trembling, getting harder and harder, basically desperate for your hips to move.

"You are not so demanding now, what's wrong Mushi?" you asked innocently looking at his face, his eyes burning with need and desire.

"Please...please, Y/N."

"Now you learned how to say please, I am surprised. What do you need from me, darling?" you were amused.

You were wet yourself from his sounds, kisses, his gentle, cold hands tracing over your ass, thighs, his desperation.

"Please, move your hips, please do something more to me, I need it." he sounded desperate, his voice was whiny, he could barely look at you.

"All you had to do is simply politely ask Mushi, I am right here, I will make you feel good, it's what I do the best after all, right?" you were whispering in his ear while slowly rubbing yourself on the buldge in his pants, it felt so good, he was so hard and satisfying your throbbing clit.

He moved his hands from your ass to your hips and you started making out again, this time both of you desperate and wanting to relief yourselves.

He put his hands under your skirt, grabbing your thighs, moving his hand up and down making you shiver from how soft his touch was even when he was somewhat rough.

You removed his shirt and he was fairly muscular, he had nice, defined abs and shoulders, not too much or too little, just how you liked it. His body was so delicate, his soft almost like he was sculpted just for you. Then he removed your top and bra and stopped your hips in order to move you under him on bed. His pants had a wet spot from your wet pussy and his precum.

He looked at you with a burning, low gaze, he was silent, but his eyes told you everything.

He lightly moaned when he took a look at your body, analysing and paying attention to every curve while tracing his fingers between your breasts, then tummy, waist, hips, admiring every part of you. He removed your skirt and you were only in panties until he removed them too. He was rubbing your inner thighs, moving his hands all the way back to your ankles only to lift them and put on his shoulder and start kissing.

Your right ankle, slowly putting it down, calf, knee, inner thigh, lower tummy, hip bone, waist, all over your tummy, between your breasts and then he put your nipple in his mouth and started licking and sucking on it which made you moan a bit, meanwhile your pussy was in a need of being touched.

He moved to your left breast, playing with right one and started sucking on that one, licking it and placing a gentle kiss on your nipple once he finished.

"You truly are work of art, you know Y/N."

He then proceeded to do the same thing on your left side, starting from your neck, down to your collarbones, breasts, waist, tummy, lower tummy, inner thighs, calf, ankle tracing it all in kisses, leaving gentle bites and few hickeys on your left inner thigh.

You were trembling under him, your whole body was full of him but one place you wanted him at right now.

"Let me thank you how I am supposed to, please."

He stood up, took his pants off, now only in his boxers and lowered himself between your legs holding your thighs.

He looked your pussy and it made you a bit shy to be exposed like that and stared at, but he was so mesmerized by you that you were complimented by it at the same time.

He started kissing your inner thighs again, ghostly licking them, biting a bit and then placing a kiss as a form of apologize when you would tense up from sudden, small but sharp pain.

He started kissing your crotch and as he was moving from left to right his nose brushed over your deprived clit which made you tense up and almost beg him to eat you out.

He kissed all around it, enjoying you fully and then gave a cat lick to your clit which made you moan and almost fuck yourself on his face if he doesn't stop soon.

"Impatient, I know, I am just trying to show you how much I admire you, how much you own me."

He placed a kiss on your pussy and moved his hand near your entrance slowly putting them in which finally gave you stimulation you craved.

He curled them up perfectly reaching a spot with his long fingers you often times couldn't on your own, putting pressure and listening to your moans that were like a music to him.

He kept going in the same pace you liked and then started licking your clit which made you moan even more encouraging him to start sucking on it. You grabbed his hair a bit roughly but he didn't mind that at all, it was like a compliment.

"Yeah Mushi, just like that." you finally spoke because you were so close that if he stopped you would actually beg him.

"As you heart desires, N/N." he spoke lowly and got back to licking and sucking your clit, not changing the pace of his fingers which made you shake and tremble, then finally made you reach your orgasm.

He slowed his pace down, kissing your folds and licking the cum that was leaking out of you. You were trying to calm down and get your breathing back to somewhat normal, recovering from orgasm he just gave you.

You looked at him and he was so flushed, his face red and his boxers also covered in precum. You stood up and took his hand which fingers were just inside you and slowly brang them in your mouth and licked the cum off of them.

Mushitaro got a bit shy about this so you kissed him.

"You did so well for me Mushi. Now let me do something nice for you, okay?" you got up and took teal tie you made and came back, he looked at you with confused expression.

"Well..you said how you love sentimental things and you know, I worked really hard for this tie and kind of got an idea how we can make it sentimental, you know?" you smiled at him and made him lay down tying his hands over his head.

"Now, you are awfully quiet Mushi, what's wrong?"

"You taste..so divinely, I could eat you out all the time." he said fairly shy.

"That's not what I thought, although I am thankful and trust me, you will have plenty of chances. I meant, for your usual, demanding and desiring persona, you hardly have any demands now. Weird, you seem rather shy." you were teasing him.

He was just laying there trying to not meet your gaze.

"Hm?" you asked while slowly stroking his cock over his boxers which made him twitch.

"Don't tell me you like being ordered around Mushi, that would be so out of character for you." you were looking at his face, he still couldn't meet your gaze.

"Is that so? I mean, you did mention I own you and you were a good boy and did very well so it would only be fair for me to repay you, no?" you came close to his face kissing his cheek and whispered "You know, all you have to say is please. Can you do that for me?"

He was horny, he could basically cum in his boxers right now, his face was red and he was choking out words.

"Please...please touch me, I need you to do that." his voice was whiny.

"You are a fast learner, aren't you? As your heart desires darling." you said and started kissing his neck, moving down on his chest, he had beautiful, tender chest, you started kissing his abs and barely licking them from the bottom to top, he was twitching, melting and whining under your touch. He was under your demand, ready for you to do anything you want right now.

You removed his boxers and his dick was slightly bigger than average, clean shaved, veiny, not too thick, not too thin. You started slowly stroking it which made Mushitaro whine again and moved it to your mouth, licking top of it and going down until he was in your throat. You were making it sloppy and wet, you could taste his precum and you looked up at him, he was at your mercy, you sucked on it harder and he was whining and slowly started to tremble.

Once you thought it was wet enough you moved on top of him and started riding him, his cock filled you up perfectly, stretching you just enough that you moaned from sensation, you started bouncing up and down, not too fast, not too slow, just enough for him to groan and beg you.

"Please go faster, I am close, please." he was saying breathily, he was practically whimpering.

You smiled and started going faster which made him groan and let out slight "yeah, please, just like that" but more than anything he was whimpering and trying to untie himself in order to grab your hips.

You stopped your movement.

"Need something?" you asked knowing that he was annoyed by your sudden denial of his orgasm.

"I need you to keep going Y/N", Mushitaro said desperate for his orgasm, his face had annoyed, yet begging expression.

"Untie me and keep going, please. I want to touch you." he whimpered.

"I can tell." you placed your hands on his chest and moved your hips back and forward on his throbbing, twitching cock to get some relief your your clit.

It made him moan.

"Please, more, I need more of you Y/N." Mushitaro was desperately trying to make you untie him and you felt bad for him so you untied him.

"Better?"

He was quick to make you go underneath him, your legs snaking around his waist. You were a bit shocked with sudden change.

"I need you, don't deny me this now Y/N, don't tease a man desperate for you." he whispered in your ear and adjusted his cock at your entrance easily slipping in and whined once again.

"You are so wet, ugh god." he breathed out.

His pace was slow, he was savouring all sensations your pussy gave him, he felt so good inside you, he filled you up perfectly and he was looking at your eyes with low, needy eyes.

He moved your legs on top of his shoulder thursting suddenly deep inside you which made you tremble and moan.

"You are, ahh, doing so well for me." you said to Mushitaro who with small praise started going faster and faster, his whimpers merged with your moans and he started playing with your clit, rubbing his thumb in slow circles wanting for two of you to reach orgasms together.

"Is this good for you, my love?" Mushitaro asked you and all you could do is weakily nod as he kept going faster and faster whining and groaning even louder when you finally felt your second orgasm which made you moan and tremble, grabbing sheets as well as Mushitaro filling you up, feeling warmth inside of you. You stayed like that for a minute breathing loudly when Mushitaro kissed your leg, lowered to kiss you on the lips and laid next to you.

You were sweaty, trembling, recovering from your orgasms.

"Sentimental, huh? Will you make me more of them?" Mushitaro asked.

"I mean, sure, if you ask nicely." you earned chuckle from Mushitaro who pulled you closer, hugging you.

"Please my love, make more things we can make sentimental together, whether it's like this or not, as long as it's us." he said softly.

"All you had to do is ask, I will do my best, Mushi." you smiled softly and two of you fell asleep, sweaty, naked, hugged like that.

It didn't matter, because it was two of you, two souls who thought they were meant for ethernal solitude, together like this proving each other and yourselves wrong.

The End :) <3

I hope you enjoyed, feedback would be appreciated! :)

#bungo stray dogs #bsd mushitaro #mushitaro x reader #mushitaro oguri #mushitaro x yn #fluff #mushitaronsfw #mushitarofluff #bungo stray dogs x reader

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wickedlittleoz · 10 months

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If it's alright, I'd like to make a request for more shimadacest! How about a story that takes place post-Recall, with Hanzo joining Overwatch...and he surprises Genji with his old happi, which he kept for all these years! Genji, of course, insists on wearing it to the very next festival (near Gibraltar or in Japan or wherever) he can, dragging Hanzo along and finding opportunities to do romantic couple things that leave Hanzo increasingly flustered and (re)besotted until the evening culminates with them renewing their physical relationship. If you can, thanks very much! If it doesn't appeal or if you're too busy, though, no worries!! Thanks very much for gifting us with so much gourmet food for our Shimadacest souls!!

HELLOOOOOOOO

anon my beloved i am sososo sorry for how long this took me. real life got messy and this request was just so lovely that i wanted to give it my all, so it ended up taking forever

idk if this is what you had in mind, i feel like you wanted more candy apples and tunnels of love and shooting targets to win your lover cute teddy bears, but i thought it would be fun to add a lil touch of 'me' to 'them'

it was also my first time writing smut about present!genji so hopefully it's alright? anyway i do hope you enjoy it!!!

your requests are always more than welcomed, they're very cherished!!! ty for them ily <3

changed but still the same

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Genji Shimada/Hanzo Shimada Characters: Genji Shimada, Hanzo Shimada, Lúcio Correia dos Santos, Aleksandra "Zarya" Zaryanova, Cole Cassidy (Overwatch) Additional Tags: Hand Jobs, Anal Fingering, top!genji, Bottom!Hanzo, Roleplay, but not sexual roleplay it's for a mission, post!recall / present day, Sibling Incest, PWP, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Undercover Missions Summary: "You two will be the distraction," he says with something playful in his smile. "Should we need more. One of you is the eccentric millionaire on vacation to 'exotic Rio' and the other is his bodyguard." - hanzo & genji are sent on an undercover mission to rio and it sparks memories of the mischief they'd get up to at other festivals in their youth. pwp.

#my fics #my writing #shimadacest #asks #genji shimada #hanzo shimada #ao3 #fics #genhan #hangen #genzo

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bamboowrites · 2 years

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For SAGAU: May I have the reactions of Xiangling and chefs of Teyvat react to a notoriously picky eater? I may or may not have been inspired by the latest event.

OMG GREAT IDEA TY *kneels for good food*

Hope you like it <3

COOKING COMPETITION!🥕

Category: Fluff (main dish) <3 and minor crack (appetiser)

Characters: Xiangling, and mentioned Shenhe/Zhongli/Hutao/Ganyu/Paimon/the Traveler twins/chef NPCs

Cw: nothing except mentioned Shenhe (local woman knocks mean employee unconscious)

By the way, ‘You’ is used for SAGAU God!Reader. (hinted God status from the ‘your Grace’ and everyone trying to appease your tastes.)

Your newest kitchen hire was knocked unconscious by the vengeful Shenhe, for insulting your pickiness to their food.

“That was the last one okay chef we had- and now we have no head chef…”

“Need a hand, need a hand? We have ‘buy one get one here’ coupons~”

Ah, Hutao. She knows he’s alive—Ganyu just checked his pulse. Her ghost friend only snuggles up to you.

“They just passed out, it’s alright-“

So your councillor Zhongli suggests a public contest. Whoever can cook up a scrumptious storm gets hired, and participants get paid.

“Can Paimon- I mean WE, eat what you don’t like?” Her quick cover-up earns your genuine laugh, as you tousle her soft hair in agreement. “Sure.” The way the baby-faced fairy perks up immediately is adorable.

The twins distantly comment on their ‘emergency food’ being the glutton while you get dressed to announce the news.

Xiangling’s dealt with a sufficient amount of fuzzy eaters in her travels, but your unique requests sparked even more enthusiasm. Your tastes are unusually specific, and a good chef lives a challenge.

Especially when you’re holding the first Cooking Contest since your arrival in Teyvat.

(Her innovative ideas are going to dominate this cooking challenge, and the nearest competitor shudders. She’s radiating competitiveness, and he knows Chef Xiangling’s culinary prowess is renowned in Chihu Rock.)

Xiangling’s eyes are burning with the most determination Chef Mao has seen for a while, and he grins as Guoba scampered into the kitchen, head balancing an abundance of new ingredients.

A familiar Crux crewmate heaved some fresh catch over to the shoddy table, and nearly tripped on a fallen pile of culinary notes.

“Careful there- oh and REMEMBER TO USE THE NEW BATCH OF SEASONING, LING!”

“GOT IT!”

As the new kitchen stove roars, he wonders if his daughter having a Pyro vision would bring a blessing or a disaster. At least she isn’t experimenting with a hilichurl stove again.

She ends up racing to your table with a surprising variety of new dishes, every single one sprinkled with a brand-new spice and with different meats, vegetables, or fruit. Didn’t like the first one? Try the other! She might dim a bit when you dislike some, but it’s super worth her work, when you find the one you’ve been drooling for in your dreams.

The other chefs, you say? Well- they’re happy with the generous pay for their time, and they’ll move on from the rejection eventually. You try not to be harsh to protect their reputation and career. “Just not to my tastes”, you say.

#Xiangling #genshin impact #genshin #sagau #genshin Xiangling #genshin impact Xiangling #mentioned characters:#Ganyu #Shenhe #Guoba #Zhongli #hutao #Paimon #genshin traveler #aether #Lumine #sentient genshin #genshin isekai

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kazimakuwabara · 1 year

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Dalliance - one piece

This sparked a very strange idea for me, So I'll hope you won't mind. To set the scene a little, we're gonna jump in the middle of a story. The crew on a new adventure, separated, and learning some history of the island. I hope you like it

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"Keep close Usopp, keep close!" Sanji hissed, pausing to wait for Usopp to catch up. When Usopp reached his side, Sanji caught the Sniper's hand clutched to his upper thigh.

"The bandage slip?" Sanji asked, and then aggressively handed Usopp the torch before he could answer, "You say something if it slips! Don't keep quiet! I'm not Chopper, my skills are not as good!"

Sanji then stooped, and plucked up Usopp, draping the injured man over his shoulders in a fireman carry. He let out a low whistle, and their guide, Mogen, circled back for them.

Sanji rushed Usopp over to an alter, dropping the young man on the stone bench seated before a large mosaic mural, and with hurried hands tried to fix the bandages.

"It's okay, we don't have time to stop!" Usopp urged, his voice spiked with fear and tension.

"You'll bleed to death if you just run on it!" Sanji spat in Usopp's face, and then turned back to the bandages, "Hold up that torch so I can see!"

"The Sun and Moon," Mogen's voice spoke from behind the pair.

Usopp and Sanji looked at her, startled by her soft voice.

"What?" Sanji questioned.

Mogen was looking past him, her own Torch raised, "You are on the temple to two gods. The Sun and Moon. Sontse, and his lover, Misyats'. The God Hora stole Misyats' for himself, and tried to make Misyats' their lover. But Misyats'... their heart was for Sontse. They would meet in secret, and dally together while they tried to plan an escape."

"But Hora found out. And of course, this made Hora angry. Hora tried many things to keep Misyats' to himself. He tore the land, and made spikes that towered. He twisted the trees, and made a jungle so thick, one could not hope to pass through it. Hora struck the lands, and poisoned the earth so food would not grow, and animals would die. He told the islanders, that unless Misyats' loved him, all would turn to ash."

"I hate stories when they get to this part," Usopp whispered out of the side of his mouth. "It's build up... but I hate the moment when hope seems lost."

Sanji glanced at Usopp, tying off the bandage that was deeply stained. He removed his jacket, and tore the sleeve off, before tying it around Usopp's leg, "Think it goes well?"

Usopp sighed, "Stories with Gods and sundered love tend to be sad."

"I hate a sad love story..." Sanji muttered, eyes drifting to the stone wall behind them. As he looked at a large ten-foot Mosiac, Mogen continued to speak.

"Misyats' was distraught. He didn't want anyone to die, but to betray his heart was also a curse. A poison that would kill. But in the end, he agreed, and pledged to wed Hora."

The Mosiac, crafted out of millions of tiny colored glass and tiles depicted two masculine figures. One was golden with hair of gold, and eyes of gold. He cupped the face of his dark-skinned Paramoure and kissed their cheek. The dark figure had long black curls, crested with white gems that must have represented stars. He clutched to the golden hand that rest against his heart, keeping it there with thin delicate fingers.

"On the wedding day, Sontse set himself on fire. He burned the woods, the quenched ground, and melted the towers of stone. He was not strong enough to defeat Hora, but he could break everything else, and so he did. And while Hora was distracted, Misyats' stabbed him in the back."

Sanji smiled, chest swelling with pride on instinct.

"There's always a but," Usopp warned sadly, shuddering as his leg flared with pain.

Sanji steadied him, a brow pressed to Usopp's, "Usopp, you're gonna stay with me?"

Usopp grinned, "Don't make it a question!"

"Together they stopped Hora, and shattered him, striking him from his kingdom, and pushing him off the island. But it took all they had. The sun burned out, and the moon cracked. In order to give themselves another chance, in order to make amends to the people hurt, they destroyed their godly forms and restored the island, the shattered sun, and moon. But..."

"There's the but," Sanji whispered, shaking his head as Usopp sighed,

"Us storytellers know."

"But they could not be Gods anymore. They fell on opposite ends of the sea, to live out mortal lives. But Hora came to, changing forms to keep them apart, and cause misery wherever he went. The legend says, Sontse and Misyats' won't ever be together unless they return to this island, restore the cracked temple, and destroy Hora here. A final challenge to their love..." Mogen finished, shaking her hand, starting at the tiled wall before her.

"So the story isn't over then... they haven't restored the temple yet, have they?" Usopp asked, voice a little disappointed.

Mogen looked at him, her eyes bewildered and full of wonderment. She stared for an uncomfortable long time and then looked at Sanji in equal measure. She then looked back at the tiled wall and smiled, "I don't know... but I think I see an ending approaching."

"Gaaaawwwwdd? Oh, God? Are you down there, God? I wasn't done playing..." A voice called from the left, further down the tunnel they had been running through.

Sanji's jaw set, and he scooped Usopp up, cradling the young man protectively in his arms. With a hiss, he whispered to Mogen, "We dallied too long! Get us out of here!"

Mogen nodded rapidly, rushing toward the tiled wall, "Sonste and Misyats' are the Gods that represent lovers. Especially lovers who suffer time apart. So they'll forgive me for showing you into their temple!"

She slammed her hand on a square stone, and then up to a red one. A wall moved and she gestured towards it, "Quick, it's on a timer!"

Adjusting Usopp in his grip, Sanji pat Usopp's back, "Don't you worry Usopp, I won't let that creep lay a hand on you again."

Usopp, his heartbeat slamming inside his chest, curled his arms around Sanji's neck, "I know, I know!"

The trio disappeared, and after three seconds, the hidden door closed back up.

#kazi fanfic #Sanuso #tension #action adventure #sanji #usopp #one piece

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darkstar225 · 10 months

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Twice's 10th member is babysat by Fromis_9

A/N: I got an ask on Tumblr from one of my besties on Tumblr and I loved writing it, ty bae! :D

The request: yo lady I got a request and you prob know who its from even if its a anon lol anyways back when y/n was a minor, but like younger like 14 idk the members wanted to go out drinking but the didn't want y/n to be alone all night so they left Y/n with Jiwon Jisun and Jiheon from fromis_9 and at first y/n didn't wanna go because she didn't know them well but after seeing that Jisun was comforting and motherly like Jihyo Jiheon was calm and funny like Tzuyu and Jiwon was playful and loud like Dahyun and Nayeon y/n begged to stay longer then just one night..(Jihyo said no) (A/N: Yes, I do know it's you boo lmao ily)

PS: Tysm for everyone that reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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It was a Friday evening, and the members of TWICE were excitedly discussing their plans for the night. They had been working hard, promoting their latest comeback, and they were looking forward to some well-deserved relaxation. However, the thought of leaving Y/N alone for the entire night didn't sit well with them. The girl was the youngest member of TWICE, still just 14 years old, and they wanted to ensure her safety and make sure she had a good time too. With that, Jihyo, as the leader and mother number 1 (lmao), came up with a brilliant idea. She knew the members of fromis_9 and believed they would be the perfect company for their kid. She called up Jiwon, Jisun, and Jiheon and explained the situation. The fromis_9 members were more than happy to help out, seeing it as a chance to bond with TWICE and take care of their cute maknae.

When TWICE informed Y/N about their plan, she felt a mix of anxiety and curiosity. She didn't know the fromis_9 girls well and wasn't sure if she would be comfortable spending the night with them. She expressed her concerns to her Omma Jihyo, who reassured her that the fromis_9 members that were coming (and the ones that weren't too but that's not the case lol) were kind-hearted and would take good care of her. As the night approached, the maknae found herself at the dorm where fromis_9 stayed, it was nice and cosy. She was greeted by Jiwon, Jisun, and Jiheon, who welcomed her warmly. Jisun, with her gentle smile and caring demeanour, reminded Y/N of Jihyo in some way, maybe the motherly vibe (Jisun is the mom in Fromis_9 so it makes total sense and I love it sm). Jisun sensed TWICE's sunshine's nervousness and immediately went out of her way to make her feel at home.

Jisun - Hey, cutie! Don't worry, we're here to make sure you have a great night. Let's start by ordering some of your favourite food and getting comfortable.

Jisun sat the younger girl down and asked her about her hobbies, interests, and dreams. They discovered their shared love for singing and dancing, and Jisun encouraged Y/N to pursue her passions wholeheartedly.

Jisun - You're so talented, kiddo! Don't be afraid to shine and follow your dreams. We'll always support you.

TWICE's angel couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort and security in Jisun's presence. It was as if she had found an older sister in her, someone she could confide in and look up to. Meanwhile, Jiheon displayed a calm and collected personality that reminded the maknae of her Tzuyu unnie. She was quiet but had a mischievous spark in her eyes. Jiheon had a unique way of making Y/N laugh, her witty comments always made her giggle. As Jiheon began to speak she pulled out her phone.

Jiheon - Hey, sis, let me show you something cool.

She started playing a funny video, and soon both of them were laughing uncontrollably. Jiheon's fun-loving nature instantly drew Y/N closer to her, as she began to see her as a cool and funny older sister figure. They shared stories, jokes, and silly dance moves, creating a bond that would last beyond that one night. Lastly, there was Jiwon, who had a playful and loud personality that reminded Y/N of Dahyun and Nayeon. Jiwon's energy was infectious, and she had an incredible talent for making any situation fun and exciting. pulling out a colourful game from the shelf Jiwon spoke excitedly.

Jiwon - Honey, let's play a game! I have this board game that I've been dying to try. It's going to be so much fun!

Jiwon initiated various games and challenges throughout the night, ensuring that the youngest was fully entertained. They laughed, cheered, and celebrated each other's victories, creating a lively and upbeat atmosphere. As the night progressed, Y/N started to feel more at ease in the company of Jiwon, Jisun, and Jiheon. They listened to her stories, shared their own experiences, and created memories together. She soon realized that she didn't want this night to end, so she begged Jihyo to let her stay longer, hoping to spend more time with her newfound friends.

Y/N - Please, Jihyo unnie! They're so much fun, and I feel so comfortable around them. *puppy eyes*

Jihyo, being the responsible leader she was, gently declined her child's request. She explained that it was important for Y/N to have a consistent routine and a stable environment. Jihyo promised that there would be more opportunities in the future for the maknae to spend time with Jiwon, Jisun, and Jiheon. Though disappointed, Y/N understood Jihyo's reasoning. She bid her farewell to her fromis_9 sisters, thanking them for their kindness and promising to meet again soon. As Y/N left the dorm, she carried with her a heart full of gratitude and cherished memories from that one unforgettable night. Little did she know that in the years to come, she would cross paths with Jiwon, Jisun, and Jiheon once again. They would all become even closer friends, sharing laughter, tears, and dreams together. But for now, the girl returned home, feeling a sense of growth and gratitude for the precious bond she had formed with the members of fromis_9. And as she remembered everything when she laid in bed, she could only have one thought:

I am proud of our dear family.

A/N: I apologise for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3

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1p2p-heta-imagines · 1 year

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hello, it's been a while but i'm back in the fandom. i wondered if you could do some headcanons for a less popular character, 2p Sealand? i hope you've been well - 🍃

(🍃 anon!! Welcome back to the fandom :D I hope you've been well too, ty!! 🖤 Admittedly I haven't worked much on my interpretation of 2p Sealand but I'll try my best!)

• His name is Noah, he was named Arnold as a child but, after being taken in by the 2p Nordics, changed it due to 2p Denmark always laughing at it

• Can't stand 2p England, he feels as though he abandoned him so there's a lot of resentment there

• Tries to act like an adult ALL the time, he even holds "micronation meetings" in an attempt to seem grown up since none of them are invited to actual world meetings

• Though trying to seem like an adult, he still can't go to sleep without a specific stuffed animal

• He's really only friends with 2p Wy outside his family, a lot of other people find him annoying to be around

• Bad stealing habit but always gets caught and forced to apologise, everyone knows he does it but no one is really sure what sparked it

• The person who sparked it was 2p Seborga joking about doing it as he accidentally took stationary from school and Noah wanted to seem cool and grown up so he started doing it as well but to stores, hence why he gets caught

• Frequently raids the food cabinets whilst everyone else is asleep and eats anything sweet he can find, they've had to resort to putting locks on at night because Noah ends up feeling really sick after doing it but will not stop

#2p #Hetalia #2p Hetalia #2ptalia #2p Sealand #2p Headcanons #Hetalia Headcanons #2p Hetalia Headcanons #2ptalia Headcanons #🍃 anon

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friendlyneighborhoodyanderenerd · 7 months

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Precious Pet

Smut, Smut, Smut, let's make more smut! My last post sparked an idea with a potential part 2 so I'm writing it lol.

Minors DNI

TW: 18+, Dubcon/Noncon?, Smut, Forced feeding, Yandere behaviors and tendencies

Characters: General Feng Xin, General Mu Qing

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The room was dark, the only light that was from the light of the small candle next to the bed Mu Qing laid on. It has been weeks since what happened between him and Feng Xin at his temple. He had been, for the most part, stuck in this room in Feng Xins temple. Endearing an onslaught of attention, gifts and touches. This was one of those rare moments he was alone. No Feng Xin, none of his people, all alone in this dark room. Don’t get him wrong, he has tried numerous times to escape this room but couldn't. With every try, comes more and more “Attention” as the red general puts it. He was just so tired. He rolls over as the door opens.

“Hey, I've brought food.”

Mu Qing shows no interest in Feng Xins food. In fact as of the last few weeks he has been ignoring him. He hoped that showing disinterest in the red general would make Feng Xin board of him and give up. The red general looks at him in silence for a moment before he sighs.

“Mu Qing, my dear you need to eat”

Still no reply. Feng Xin has more patience than people may give him credit for, however, the blue general hasn't eaten for days, and Feng Xin was getting agitated with him. He puts the plate on a nearby table and goes to the closet. Rummaging through it, this action catches Mu Qings attention. He watches as he pulls out a box, an all too familiar box. Freaking out a bit he jumps up and off the bed towards the door, however the red general grabs him and pushes him onto the bed. Grabbing his wrist and tying him down onto the bed.

“You had the chance to eat on your own, now I'm going to feed you myself.”

“No! No, I'm sorry I'll eat!”

He thrashes around as he is force fed. Feng Xin does his best to be gentle with him, it’s not his intention to harm him. He has his ways of getting the blue general to do as he needs, he loves him and just wants him to be obedient and let him take care of him.

After feeding him he sits up, looking down at Mu Qing. If there was one thing Feng Xin liked, it was the sight of Mu Xin under him. Throughout the time he has kept him here he has learned a lot. Things like, Mu Qings mind will go to absolute mush if his chest was played with, he easily gets cock drunk, especially if the right spot was hit, don’t forget the praise kink. Just telling him he is a good boy will get him hard in moments. The more Feng Xin learns about the blue general, the more he can use against him.

He let a hand wander his body, stopping on his chest as he gently rubs his nipples through the thin shirt he wears. Leaning down, he licks a nipple, gaining a weak moan from the man. He had found a guilty pleasure in making the blue general feel so good he couldn't speak.

“S-Shit!”

Mu Qings voice squeaked. A mixture of pleasure and surprise tinted his voice. Mu Qing Attempted to buck up, However, the binds that held him to the bed kept him down firmly. A chuckle admitted from the red general. Finding his actions quite cute. Wanting nothing more than to make a mess out of the blue general. He continued to lap at his nipples.

"Fuck, your such a good boy for me. So cute and perfect."

The blue general blushed, A notable boat forming in his pants. His hand reached down. And fondled the man through his pants. The sounds that fell out from the blue generals lips were music to his ears. Slowly he pulls down his pants and pumps his dick.

“Ah! F-Fuck”

He wines, whimpers and moans. Mu Qing can feel a knot build up in his stomach. Drool starts to fall from his mouth. His mind started to go to mush as the pleasure built up.

“C-Cum! Wanna cum!”

“Then cum for me.”

And that’s all it took. He let out all that pent up pleasure from the last few days. Feng Xin works him through his orgasm, allowing him to really bask in the afterglow of cuming. As he calms down, his body twitches. Once completely calmed down, he was picked up and taken to bathe.

“I love you so much. I’ll make you feel so good you won’t want to leave.”

#yandere #yandere writing #yandere heavens official blessing #heavens official blessing #heaven official's blessing

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tounacasserole · 2 years

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hey! i hope that you're doing well and that you're looking after yourself :)

i was wondering if i could get wakasa x reader headcanons where reader is diagnosed with depression and they have no motivation to look after themselves, so they just stay in bed for days. wakasa looks after them, physically and mentally, and he makes them feel loved. vry fluffy. if you need more specifics, please message me !

idk why i thought of this but ok- defo not pushing irl onto this

feel free to ignore this if u don't wanna write this

-ray :] 🐟

DUST BUNNIES

wakasa helps you deal with life and its turmoils. gn!reader.

warnings: themes and descriptions of mental health issues (depression), hurt/comfort, mentions of food, not proofread, title is kind of misleading, one mention of dust bunnies is at the ending and that's it, my poor grammar, cursing

requested by: @raysano!

word count: 583

notes: RAYYY HI i hope you're good and taking care of yourself as well :) ty for requesting i love writing doting waka

life isn't perfect—wakasa knows that all too well.

so given your recent diagnosis, he pays closer attention to you and any second of his spare time is dedicated to you. he’s nurturing and patient like how he always is, uncaring for the schedule he had planned for the day when he woke to the sight of you next to him, staring up like you could burn a hole through the neighbours’ floor above you with still, bleak eyes.

“i’m here, sweetheart,” he assures you, over and over as he envelops you in the warmth of his arms to shield you from your own thoughts that were swallowing you with a gaping, ravenous maw. “i’m here.”

wakasa almost never calls you by anything else that wasn't a royal title or something relevant to that because he always makes you feel like royalty when he’s with you despite how busy he may seem. after all, royalty deserves the best. but you were more than just a figurehead on a throne: you’re his partner, the love of his life. and he’s your partner too, the love of your life—not a loyal subject to do your bidding.

so when he calls you a different affectionate term, he knows it makes you feel extra loved in his arms while humming softly, spending an extra hour or two in bed than you both normally would because one; morning snuggles are a must, and two; fuck normal morning routines.

when he begrudgingly rises out of bed to go make brunch even with his unkempt bedhead, he’ll request for you to change into one of his larger shirts folded on the dresser. plain white, with the faint smell of him and his cologne because he knows it reminds you of him—a small reminder that he’s there, he’s real, and he’s here for you.

wakasa smiles warmly at you upon seeing you in his shirt, scrolling idly on your phone when he brings you your favourite breakfast food on a tray as your eyes widen slightly at his return with a homecooked meal. that’s the spark he always loves.

when you both are finished eating, he’ll ask if you want to go out for a bit because some fresh air does good for the soul—if you do, he’ll take you around the block hand in hand, chatting idly about mundane, everyday topics and maybe stop by the small pet store down the road to really bring out the sheen within your dusty soul.

but if you don't want to go out, you both stay inside and he brings you out to the living room. he understands your decision, and draws the curtains to let in a few specs of sunlight to do some small crafts—embroidery, painting, whatever you feel like—with your favourite show or playlist playing in the background, anything to preoccupy your mind.

oftentimes you ask if he had anything planned for today, sometimes to which he’ll say yes but quickly add that any plans for the day were more important than you, even if you don't believe that to be true.

before you can even think it, wakasa will always, always reassure you that you are never a burden on him as he caresses your face—he chose to stick with you, he wants to stay with you, and being there for you just to see a smile creep out from your teeth is worth the trouble, because nothing is ever perfect in a world of dents, cracks, and dust bunnies.

#a tuna made this #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev x reader #wakasa x reader #wakasa imaushi #wakasa imaushi x reader #wakasa imaushi headcanons

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be-gay-do-heists · 3 years

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hardison/parker || masc day for parker, potentially while on date with hardison

i think it ended up a little more the dysphoria route with this one but i hope this at least touches on what u were looking for!! had a spark of an idea and had to write it :V

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If it was just the dress, maybe Parker could stand it.

Hardison had won choosing date night this time around, and he had suggested a new restaurant that recently opened up on the other side of town. A nicer restaurant. Which meant fancier clothes and Hardison had said the dress code recommended dresses so. The dress. It had been fine, leaving the brewpub in it to go meet Hardison at the restaurant. It was comfy enough, the fabric had a nice texture, and it was the same kind of green that you could see if you looked sideways at a professionally cut emerald, which was one of their favorite colors.

It was only upon arriving at the restaurant that they realized they really, really, really did not want to be wearing it.

And if it was just the dress, maybe it would be fine. But they were out in public, and Parker had come to understand over the years that if people in public thought they had your gender clocked, you had to act, walk, and talk a certain way if you didn’t want weird stares, unwelcome attention. A performance that they didn’t particularly have the energy for if there wasn’t a con and the promise of a payout at the end of it. The first “miss” they got from the hostess made them twitch, but they made sure to keep their mask up as they saw Hardison, already at the table, who smiled sunnily as they approached and stood to help with their chair. He was wearing his purple suit, the deep plum colored one that reminded them of a bottle full of red wine.

“Wow. You look amazing, I can’t believe you’ve been hiding that dress for so long,” he said as they both sat down. “It’s not one of Sophie’s?” There was a trace of playfulness in his voice.

“No, it’s mine, I didn’t steal it,” Parker replied, latching onto his good mood for stability. They fidgeted, hyperaware of their bare shoulders and the cut of the dress around their torso. “Well, not from her anyways.”

Hardison snorted in that fond way of his. “Hey, it’s not stealing if it looks that good on you. That’s just proper re-appropriation. Anyways, you’re gonna love this place, the whole idea is normal fancy food, boring boring et cetera, but! They change the colors around so it messes with your senses and makes you experience it differently, you get me? I’m talking like green steaks, purple mashed potatoes. Cool, right?”

“Yeah, sounds great,” Parker agreed absently, discreetly hunching a little and hoping Hardison wouldn’t notice. They fiddled with the utensils on the table, which had little chameleons etched on them. That was fun. This was supposed to be fun, they reminded themselves.

“Hey, you ok?” Hardison asked, brows furrowed.

A waiter came up before he could say more. “Welcome, folks, pleasure to have you with us this evening. Can I start you with drinks?” After Hardison, concern still showing in his face ordered a fruity-sounding cocktail, the waiter turned to Parker. “And for the lady?”

They couldn’t help their flinch, knowing that Hardison saw it, and pulled out their most flawless grifting voice to respond. They deflated a little again once the waiter left.

“Shit. I shouldn’t have said dress. I should have specified that you could have worn anything you wanted, who even cares about restaurant dress codes,” the hacker said, rubbing his hands over his face. Parker had to give it to him, sometimes his brain worked faster than his computers, and he was always twice as perceptive. “Is it a they night? A he night?”

Parker shrugged a little apologetically. “I’m not sure. It’s just really, really not a she night.”

“I’m really sorry Parker, I should have checked in before we came,” Hardison sighed, and having him in the loop did actually make Parker feel a little better. “Do you wanna get out of here? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable for any longer than you have to.”

Parker immediately felt bad again. “No, you won date night, you were so excited about this place.”

“Man, don’t even sweat it,” Hardison reassured them, waving a hand. “We can come back some other time when we’re actually feeling it. Or if it’s never the date vibes, I can ask Sophie if she wants to try it sometime. You know she gets a kick out of dressing up and I’m sure she would call this place ‘an exercise in creative expression and reaction’ or something.” He smiled at Parker’s bark of laughter following his terrible impression of Sophie, which made a couple other patrons startle in their seats.

“I don’t really want to be in this dress anymore,” Parker admitted. “Maybe we could go back to the brewpub and do something there?”

“Hey, if I ever refuse a quiet night in, know that I’ve been replaced with a clone or maybe a mind-eating fungus,” Hardison beamed at them, and flagged down the waiter to pay for their drinks with a tip that made the man’s jaw drop, letting Parker lead the way out.

On the ride home, Hardison gave Parker his suit jacket, pretending he was too hot even though it was damp and cold out. It was far too big for the thief and they thought it was kind of ridiculous how it came down to almost their knees, but the broad shoulders on it made them feel good. And the wine color purple was fantastic, even though they thought it looked far better on Hardison. They said as much, and took a silent satisfaction in the way Hardison ducked his chin to hide his face.

Entering back into the safety of the brewpub and the upstairs apartment took a weight off Parker, and they sighed, kicking off their shoes and slipping off Hardison’s jacket to cast onto the back of the couch. Hardison picked up to carefully keep it from creasing with a “heaven help me” kind of look. “You got everything you wanna wear here? Need anything of mine?”

“Mostly, but…” Parker thought aloud. “Could I borrow one of your shirts? The soft ones?”

Hardison nodded fondly. “Sure thing, lemme grab one.” While he was in the bedroom, Parker stripped off their dress like it was burning them, shaking the feeling of it away once it was off. They spotted their good jeans on the chair by the hallway that Hardison liked to call “Parker’s wardrobe,” where all the clothes they had left while over lived, and rushed to put them on. They were comfy and boxy and had a button-up fly. More buttons felt good.

“Incoming,” Hardison’s voice called, and he entered with his eyes covered, tossing a shirt in their direction. Parker jumped to catch it, and quietly approved of his selection, a wooly flannel type. They wiggled it on, tucking it in slightly, and exhaled in relief on how delightfully big it was, draping off the prominent muscles in their shoulders, leaving enough room on their torso so that the fabric wouldn’t cling to them. They rolled up the sleeves to expose their strong forearms, looked down at their broad hands. Yeah, this was much better, they thought, tying up their hair high.

“I’ve still got those canvases from last time, and the same paints, if you wanna do that. Ooh, I just got some good charcoal too if you’d rather sketch,” Hardison was saying, sifting through his art supplies. Parker bounded over and pressed up against his side. He jumped slightly but turned to look at them. “Feeling better?”

“Lots,” Parker hummed.

The hacker took in their outfit change. “And looking damn handsome too. Real suave, James Dean kinda look.” When Parker wryly grinned and crossed their arms, squaring their shoulders and standing tall, he mimed a swoon (Parker could see the slight, genuine flush that rose to his face). “So what do you wanna do tonight?”

“Dunno, it’s still your date night,” Parker replied, putting a little more husk in their voice and enjoying the way they could see Hardison’s thoughts stutter slightly.

He recovered quickly. “Well, all I want is a nice night in with my fella, whatever we do is gonna be more than alright with me.”

Parker felt another glow of joy at the endearment, and moved to wrap their arms tightly around him, one hand coming up to grip the back of the hacker’s neck. “Thanks Hardison. I really mean it.”

Hardison softened a little against their firm embrace. “Of course, I never want you to be uncomfortable. I love you.”

“I know,” Parker responded, and smiled mischievously into Hardison’s shoulder as he sputtered.

“Oh no you did not—“

#i will die before i stop loving characters talking w and affirming each other #thank u so much for all ur prompts!!! i def hope to get to a couple more of them when i next get some writing energy #i really hope this is somewhat what u were looking for #leverage #miko speaks #my fic #parker x hardison #gender dysphoria #ask #havent had the bad gender feelings in a while so hope this works

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9tzuyu · 3 years

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note: wrote this awhile ago, but here’s a short ass vent fic. so sorry </3. kinda struggling really really really bad with my ed rn 👎🏽👎🏽👎🏽👎🏽

warnings: uhh yeah, this fic deals with the topic of eating disorders (whats new).

sorry i know it’s probably so annoying having to read shit like this (that is if you choose to). i just write to get it out, maybe it helps someone idk. also i hate lasagna with a burning passion.

no i am not romanticizing at all.

ty moli for proofreading awhile back ago.

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you weren’t really sure what you wanted. on one hand, recovery almost seemed worth it – you’d be able to live normally outside of your eating disorder.

dates wouldn’t end with natasha consoling you because you were in such distress that you’d eaten something. dinner wouldn’t take over an hour to finish. natasha could trust you to be alone on your own. food wouldn’t be a scary thought. you would be free.

all of these were things you wanted, things you missed.

but the downside of recovery (unironically) outweighed the upside. the thought of having your smallest clothes no longer fit could almost immediately send you into a panic attack. the thought of having to eat fear foods made you shake, and having to face the reality of your eating disorder every single day was terrifying.

it’d already gotten to the point where you didn’t care what happened to you anymore. heart failure was no longer a shocking possibility, dying from your disease didn’t scare you as much as it had in the past. nothing in life seemed exciting enough to live for, there was no spark or passion left from the person you used to be. your emotions were dulled down, you could never feel happiness or sadness in the way you should. everything was grey and desolate, two of the worst things you’d ever felt.

it was kind of sad to realize, because how did you let it get this far? one decade of it already surpassed and you weren’t sure if you’d live through the next. not that you’d even want to anyway. no one wants to live with an eating disorder.

but say you were to try and change?

you’d have to validate your own issues, stick with meal plans, challenge every negative thought that ran through your mind, and accept weight gain and bodily changes you weren’t used to. as much as natasha wished she could, she couldn’t face these for you. she knew you had to do certain things on your own, but she would be by your side, more than willing to give her support.

you’d be losing a part of yourself, one that had been by your side way before natasha ever had. it was all you could think about, talk about, and feel. without it, you’d be at a loss of identity. knowing who you were without your eating disorder was a foreign concept – but thats not to say you couldn’t find something new about yourself. maybe you liked to paint? or maybe you’d enjoy learning how to play the piano. who knew? that was entirely your choice to discover.

but here you were, a half-eaten plate of lasagna in front of you, tears rolling down your face as your hand trembled setting the fork down.

you were miserable. and incredibly full.

natasha hated seeing you in so much pain. if there was a way she could trade spots with you, even if for a day, she would do it in a heartbeat.

the redhead moved to get up from the table, picking your plate up and shoving the leftover food in the garbage bin. after loading the dishwasher, natasha took your hand in hers and lead you to the bedroom.

the both of you had a routine you’d fall into after meals if you chose to eat. she would never force you to do anything, only strongly encouraging you to at least have something to fuel your body. she didn’t care if it was a bowl of fruit or a slice of pizza, just as long as you had food in your system.

you sat between her legs, her arms coming to rest on your stomach. the tv was turned on, some random romcom was playing in the background.

natasha rubbed circles on your stomach in hopes of easing the pain. aside from the insane amount of guilt, being bloated was the worst part of eating.

insecurities still spun around in your brain, but with the assistance of natasha’s reassuring words, you felt more inclined to ask for her help.

“i hate this movie,” you groaned, attitude shining through. natasha never took it to heart though.

her movements came to a halt as she leaned over to reach for the remote. she scrolled for a while until something finally caught her eye.

“how’s kill bill?”

“that’s fine.”

thirty-five minutes later and the pain in your abdomen was beginning to subside. you snuggled closer into natasha’s embrace, hoping that for once she could shield you away from your thoughts.

her fingernails lightly grazed up and down your body, occasionally bumping into the ridges of your ribs. she bit back her concern, knowing you were tired of hearing how much damage you’d done to your body. doctors already told you that enough every week, hearing it from her would only agitate you more.

all she could do for now was wait. and hope to god you would come around.

“i want to get better, i really do nat. and i want to want to get better. but it’s just so hard and i'm so scared. i don’t want it to kill me, but the thought of even having one full meal makes me want to-“

“i know baby,” she cut you off. “i know.”

natasha’s fingers danced around your skin once more. her movements were small and gentle, as if one wrong move would shatter you into pieces.

“i’m sorry,” you mumbled, head pressing further into nat’s stomach. maybe if you did that enough, then she wouldn’t see you.

but she did. natasha always saw you for who you were.

she rubbed her thumb on the side of your hip. “you have nothing to be sorry for.”

after kissing the top of your head she began humming a russian song she heard as a child. the fear of having you slip away from her gnawed at her throat, but she swallowed back her tears and continued making sure you were comfortable.

#this is just a huge self comfort fic for me #big vent fic too #tw eating disorder #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanov x reader #natasha x reader #black widow x reader #idk

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havethetimeofyourstyles · 3 years

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in which a new relationship sparks up in the restaurant.

a/n: hi loves! i’m back with a new story, and this is for nat’s @harrystylescherry playlist fic challenge! the song i chose is ‘say it’ by maggie rogers, which is one of my absolute favorite songs! hope you all like it, please reblog and leave feedback!

WORD COUNT: 13.8k words of waiter!harry x waitress!yn

WARNINGS: angst and some smut

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It was eleven in the morning when Harry walked through the back door of ‘Spring,’ ready to start his long day of being on his feet while waiting tables.

He walked to the staff’s lounge that held their lockers and a bench before looking around to see if anyone else was in the locker room; he turned the dial of his lock pad to open his blue locker. His coworkers would always tease him about being so secretive when he knows that no one would actually steal from him, but better to be safe than sorry, and he couldn’t imagine how awkward that would be confronting one of his coworkers if they actually had stolen from him.

He put his white canvas tote bag that was printed in a brown text that said ‘Celestial Natural Foods’—a store in Hawaii—in his locker and hanging it on one out of the two hooks before grabbing his black waist apron and tying it around his waist.

The restaurant’s attire was a simple white or black button down with black trousers. The manager of the restaurant, Irene, told the staff that they could choose either color shirt whenever they pleased. As for jewelry, she didn’t mind when her waiters and waitresses wore jewelry, as long as it wasn’t interfering with how they held the plates of food, causing them to drop it. Harry was glad to hear that Irene allowed jewelry because his rings and necklaces made him Harry. Twisting his rings and fixing his necklaces, he took a quick glance at the small mirror that was stuck on the inside of the door with a magnet, and combed his hair back with his hands before closing his locker shut and locking it.

He washed his hands at the sink next to the locker room, and he smiled at the commotion and noise from behind him that came from the kitchen crew. They were prepping for the dinner hour, chopping up various vegetables, making the restaurant’s famous dressing and sauces, and baking the side dishes that usually took a while in the oven.

“Hey, Harry!” Jet, one of the sous chefs, greeted as he looked up at Harry with a big smile as he continued chopping up cabbage like the professional chef that he was.

Harry chuckled, amazed at his knife skills. “Hey, Jet. How are you today?” He leaned against the stainless steel countertop as he talked to Jet through the open space of the shelves, where the food rested under the heated and dim light when it was ready to be served.

“I’m doing great! How was your three day vacation?”

“It was okay. It went by fast, but I missed it here anyways,” Harry responded with a smile. Jet laughed, nodding.

“Well, we missed you too. Anyways, Irene told me to tell you that she’s looking for you.” Harry squinted his eyes slightly, not knowing whether Irene looking for him was a good or bad thing, and Jet seemed to notice what he was thinking. “Don’t worry. I’m pretty sure it’s nothing bad.”

Harry nodded, feeling somewhat relieved. Jet was his closest friend at Spring, ever since Harry started working as a waiter three years ago. He desperately needed a job because being his own boss and freelancing as a photographer could be difficult sometimes; and building up a client list when he first started out was even harder. But three years later, he was able to get his name around through his clients, and he earned enough where he could technically quit his job at Spring and focused purely on photography; however, Harry liked the restaurant too much to just quit—he liked serving people, believe it or not. His charms go a long way for respectful and kind customers, and of course, a great tip. Most of his friends always worked here as well, as he didn’t have quite a lot of friends since he moved from London, but his coworkers had become his very own friends, and he loved them too much to leave.

“Thanks, I’ll see you when we open!” Harry said as Jet waved to him, watching him walk around the counter to find Irene who was talking to a woman he’s never seen before.

He’s always loved walking through the restaurant because it had such a friendly and open vibe with white painted walls, trees planted in a line in the middle of the floor, and a big glass ceiling for a solarium ambience. His favorite part was that there were no walls to separate the dining area from the kitchen, so customers could see straight through the kitchen and watch the chefs work on their food with just a turn of their heads.

“Ah, there he is,” Irene said once Harry was close enough. “I’m glad you’re early.”

“Irene, I’m always early, what do you mean?” Harry breathed out a chuckle.

“I know you are. I’m just glad you’re extra early today because I need you to train this lovely woman next to me.” Irene stepped out of the way to reveal you to the waiter that was going to train you today.

Harry looked at you, and immediately, his breath was caught in his throat. The light that was provided through the glass ceiling cast down at you, giving you a glow that was ethereal, and he mentally thanked the interior designer of the restaurant from so many years ago for insisting on putting a glass ceiling instead of a regular, covered one. There you were, standing in the open light as you flashed him a smile that almost made him collapse due to how weak his knees were, and he physically had to place a hand on the brown wooden table next to him to keep himself up. You were stunning, to say the least.

“Hi, I’m Y/N,” you offered him a hand, smiling softly at him. He shook your hand, feeling the softness of your small hand and how it contrasted to his large and somewhat rough hand.

“I’m Harry. It’s lovely to meet you.” He smiled, two dimples indenting his cheeks. You noticed that his left dimple was more prominent than his right, but either way, you thought he was a gorgeous man.

Yours and Harry’s eyes had lingered a bit longer, and once you had caught yourself staring, you forced yourself to take your eyes off him, even though it was difficult to. And that’s when you knew it was going to be a slight problem working around him.

“Now that introductions are out of the way,” Irene interrupted. She turned towards Harry. “Harry, this is our newest addition to our waiting staff. You’ve been here long enough and it seems like you’re here everyday, so I’m going to leave her with you to train.” Once she was down, Irene turned towards you. “Y/N, you’re going to train with Harry for the rest of the week. It’s usually two weeks that are required for training, but since you’ve had waiting experience before, I’ll knock it down to one, and by the end of the week, we’ll see how you’re doing and where you are with everything. Sounds good?”

You nodded excitedly, giving her a bright smile before she clapped her hands and said ‘great.’ Harry looked at you the entire time, and he just knew that you were the type of person that could light up a room with your beautiful and bright smile.

Irene turned towards Harry once more. “Show her the ropes, introduce her to people, and just make her comfortable, yeah?” Harry nodded, teasingly saluting at his boss as he earned a laugh from her.

Irene left, leaving the two of you, but your attention was preoccupied with the restaurant as you eagerly looked around, getting familiar with the place you’d hoped to be stable at for a while.

Harry cleared his throat, to which you immediately looked at him. He gave you a smile before he said, “So, ready for your first day?”

“Ready!” You exclaimed, tone a bit too excited, making you slightly embarrassed, so you curled your lips into your mouth and looked around the restaurant again to hide your slight embarrassment.

Harry giggled. “Don’t look around too much—you might get tired of this place before you even start,” he teased, completely forgetting how shy and embarrassed you looked.

“I think I’m gonna like it here,” you confessed immediately, feeling a certain comfort once you walked into the restaurant. Hell, the moment you researched the restaurant, you loved the place.

“Well, I’m glad to hear that.” Harry led you around the counter where customers could watch the chefs in action as they cooked their meals. “This is where you could get all the supplies needed—napkins, extra plates, utensils, place mats, everything should be here. If not, then it’ll usually be in the kitchen, right over here.” He walked over to the kitchen where there were more supplies under the table, and pointed below the table. “Here’s more if the ones behind the counter run out, and if they do run out and you just so happen to be there, please make sure to refill it.” You nodded understandingly.

Harry walked you through the steps of how the system of the restaurants worked as he imputed a demo order into the system on the touchable screen. There were five order screens, one in each corner of the restaurant, one behind the counter, and one in the kitchen; there shouldn’t be any collision or anyone waiting for one of the severs to finish with the screen because there were only about four to five servers working every shift considering it was a small restaurant. Harry then walked you along on where to pick up the order as every dish had its receipt with the order printed on the paper along with the table number. He told you that the table numbers are in order of how the tables are set up—number one starts with the countertops since it’s closest to the entrance, following along the walls, and the tables in the middle were numbered last.

You liked how easy their routine and system was that you were sure you’d have it down by the end of the week. Harry made sure to introduce you to the staff that you two passed by as he led you throughout the restaurant; he made you feel comfortable right from the bat, making sure to make a few jokes here and there that certainly released some tension in your shoulders from nerves. You were grateful that he made you laugh--you were worried that you wouldn’t like your coworkers or they would be mean and snarky because you’re the newbie, but with Harry, it seemed like you two were getting along quite well; he was polite, helpful, and kind.

“So, that’s pretty much it.” He looked at the time on his Apple Watch, reading a quarter to six in the evening, 15 minutes until Spring opened for dinner. “Do you have any questions?”

You tried thinking of anything that you could ask, but your mind seemed to have collected all the information Harry had told you and retained it quite well. “No, nothing I can think of at the moment.”

“Great. For now, do you mind checking the placemats and the table decor for me?” You nodded helpfully. “And then if you have any remaining time left, just chill out and take a breather for a second, and then come find me when we open.”

“Okay. Sounds good.” You smiled at him sweetly, making him smile back before he walked away and towards the kitchen.

You headed towards the dining room, making sure the woven placements were symmetrical and even; you also straightened out the utensils that made their way out of line or off the tablemats. You did this for the rest of the ten minutes you had of peace before you made your way through the restaurant to find Harry.

The entire time you were in the dining room, Harry was in the locker room, mindlessly on his phone to waste time. He was lucky that he didn’t have to do anything before the restaurant opened, so he had some spare time to relax for a bit. He tried cooling down to get the pink flush that painted his cheeks off, but that’s what happened when he was around you; immediately, you had already had this effect on him, making him blush and nervous around you, and he didn’t know what it was. Maybe it was the way you brightly smiled at him, practically gleaming; or the way you laughed at his jokes, which even he could admit are a bit corny and bad—a very dad-like joke, but you still laughed.

Whatever it was, he knew that he was fucked.

Dinner time was a rush. Spring was busy and full; the reservation booklet was booked with no space to cater to walk-ins.

You were shadowing Harry as you followed him around like a lost puppy, watching him interact with the customers, occasionally pulling out his charm so he would get a big tip. You couldn’t imagine if you were a customer and Harry was your server because your face would heat up instantly, and it would be difficult to contain a smile on your face. He had such a natural charm to him, making him naturally flirty as he flashed customers his smile and laughing at their horribly made jokes.

For half of the night, you simply followed him around, watched the paths he took when he got the customers’ food and his overall routine of things. With every table he got assigned to, he made sure to introduce you to the party, always glancing over at you once he said your name as you greeted the customers with a bright smile. Harry nearly had to stop every time he glanced over at you as it seemed like your beauty always distracted him.

You helped him with dealing with the plates, beverages, and getting extra necessities such as cheese, hot sauce, or extra utensils and plates for the table.

Once the restaurant died down a bit, you and Harry were able to walk a bit slower, relaxing each time a party leaves. When there was about an hour and a half left of your shift and till the restaurant closes, Harry asked you if you’d like to take orders, saying it’ll be best if he observed how you would talk and serve the customers, and you excitedly said ‘yes.’ Harry was only assigned to five to six tables during his shift, and since it was near closing time, there were only two that had just arrived.

Harry politely introduced himself, telling the parties that you were new and shadowing him, but you were going to take over for the rest of their stay at Spring. He watched you kindly talk to them, occasionally making small talk as you laughed with them; you talked about your favorite items on the menu, along with your favorite selection of wine. This time, Harry helped you with your tasks that you had done before you two switched off, and he immediately admitted to himself that the two of you made such a great team. It was only your first day here, and he already saw how naturally the both of you moved around one another, along with communicating so well with each other.

You were bidding the last party in the restaurant goodbye with a wave and telling them to enjoy the rest of their evening before you grabbed the mason jar that held the bill, along with the tips. You walked over to the kitchen where Irene was counting all the money and placed the mason jar besides her, giving her a smile before walking over to the locker room.

Harry was sitting on the bench with his phone in his hands, and looked up once you entered the room.

“How was your first day?” He smiled.

“It was actually really great. The energy here is amazing.”

“Well, I’m glad. You’re a natural, and it helps both of us that you already have restaurant experience.” Harry completely put his phone away into his tote bag, giving you his attention, which you really admired. Some people would make small talk and quickly end the conversation to go back on their phones. “Where did you work before, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I actually moved here from NorCal—San Francisco—just two weeks ago. But I worked at one of the restaurants at Pier 49. The restaurant was pretty small and we weren’t as busy as it was here, only on the weekends we would get a bit busy. So, this is definitely completely different than being outside and smelling the fresh ocean a few feet away,” you explained, chuckling.

“Wow, SF, that’s quite the trip. But we’re glad to have you. I think you’re fitting right in.”

“Thank you. I already like it here.” Harry gave you a warm smile, grateful that you had a great first day, and that Spring gave you a good first impression for you to stay.

The two of you chatted a bit, talking about the customers you had and laughing at the jokes they made or the conversations they talked about. It was kind-hearted and fun, and a conversation that made you feel light; it wasn’t anything serious. It ended when it was time for closing, cleaning up and making sure everything was in order for tomorrow afternoon’s shift.

Irene handed the staff their tips for the night, which you amounted for $120 for a Sunday night. It wasn’t bad for your first night of tips, and you knew you would be working a lot more since this was your only job and you weren’t doing anything else.

As everyone walked outside into the staff parking lot, everyone said their goodbyes to one another, spreading apart and walking out to their vehicles.

Once you opened your car door, Harry called out for you from the opposite side of where you parked.

“Yeah?” You raised your brows.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He offered a smile before getting into his car and starting it, but he waited until you were safely inside of your car and out of the parking garage, and then he would leave.

He couldn’t help but notice the smile that appeared onto your face before you got inside your car, and he couldn’t help but think about how incredibly beautiful you are.

The entire week went on just like your first day. You were getting more comfortable with the flow of the restaurant, and where everything was. You continued shadowing Harry, but some days, he would let you serve your customers for the entire shift.

Now that it was Friday evening, you couldn’t wait to relax the next day. You had told Irene that you were available all days of the week, and since you were new and still needed to complete training, she scheduled you for Sunday to Friday, getting Saturday off, which you appreciated. When you told yourself that you were able to work all day, you didn’t realize how exhausting and tiring that was until it came down to the end of the week as your feet ached, telling you to sit down for at least an entire day.

Once it was closing time, you were finally able to catch a breath as you cleaned up part of the dining room. Chatter and laughter was heard from the kitchen quite loud as it echoed against the walls; you smiled, enjoying the sound of laughter, especially when it came from people you knew.

As you were mindlessly wiping down tables, Harry walked up to you with two cocktails in his hands, smiling as he handed you one. You raised your brows, hesitant to take it from him as you wondered if it was allowed to drink since you were technically still on the clock.

“Irene made them for us, if that’s what you’re wondering,” he said as if he read your mind. You breathed out a chuckle, taking a glass before thanking him and clinking your glass with his before taking a sip of the cold tequila drink. You sighed in relief, and Harry giggled. “Do you have any plans for tonight? I know it’s almost midnight, but I mean…you could still.” He felt his ears heat up, feeling a tad bit nervous when he was around you.

“No, I don’t. I don’t really have any friends in SoCal, but I can't wait to go home and sleep.”

“O-Oh okay, I was just gonna ask if you’d like to stay for a bit longer.”

“Here? For what?” You asked curiously.

“Well, the lot of us get together after night shifts to do a mini celebration at the end of the long and busy week. We only do it Fridays since that’s when most of us are working all together,” he said referring to the bunch laughing and talking in the kitchen. You did notice now that you had been working with the same group of people, and partially that was because you only mostly worked night shifts and so did the rest. “We usually stay for an hour—drink, eat, talk. It made us closer, actually, so I’d thought you might like to join since you’re new,” he invited.

You didn’t take long to think of an answer—to weigh out your choices of wanting to go to bed at a somewhat reasonable time or stay an extra hour and hang out with your coworkers.

“I’d actually really love that, thank you,” you accepted his invitation with a sweet smile, making Harry’s heart pound just a tad bit harder against his chest.

“Great! Well, come on into the kitchen when you’re done. The chefs are cooking up some food,” he said before he walked away, leaving you to finish up your tasks for the night, which didn’t take you any more than ten minutes to finish up.

You walked into the kitchen and Harry immediately handed you a plate that you gladly took. Jet excitedly waved to you to go over to the stove so he could serve you.

“Allergic to anything?” He asked to make sure you weren’t going into the emergency room tonight.

“Uh, shellfish when it’s consumed. I’m okay to be around it, though.”

“Oh shit, this would not be good for you.” His eyes widened as he immediately dropped the large silver serving spoon of the lobster risotto; it looked absolutely delicious. “Good thing I’m prepared. Do you like spaghetti and meatballs?”

“Love.”

“Great!” He started plating your plate with the food before handing it back to you with an ‘enjoy!’ as you thanked him.

Once everyone was satisfied, you all headed out to the dining table, settling on a large rectangle table comfortably. There were about twelve of you, and it seemed like everyone had assigned seats since they immediately went straight to their spot and placed their table or drink in front of it.

You were a bit lost, not knowing where to sit, and the only person you’re reasonably close to was Harry, but it seemed like he was a bit preoccupied chatting with Quinn, another chef.

“Y/N! Sit next to me, yeah?” Ivy, one of the waitresses called out for you. You smiled, thankful she was the one to ask you, and you gladly took a seat next to her.

Harry took the seat in front of Ivy, diagonal from you, and he really wished he was the one sitting next to you.

“Damn, I really should get a large circle table for all of us so we could see each other’s faces,” Irene suggested, and the group agreed, but everyone wondered where it would be placed since the restaurant had no space for another large table.

Everyone broke out into their own conversations, chatting with one another freely and as loud as they wanted.

“How was your first week here, Y/N?” Ivy asked.

“It was great! I really love this place.” Harry looked at you as you talked with Ivy. He really could get lost just looking at your beauty, and sometimes, he would have to knock himself out of his glare to prevent him from getting caught. He was just so captivated by you, and it didn’t take a lot of effort for him to be so drawn to you.

Ivy had definitely noticed Harry’s stare from the corner of her eye, and admittingly, she got jealous because she’s had a small crush on Harry ever since she started working at Spring four months ago. But it wasn’t like she was going to do anything about it because it seemed like he didn’t take interest in her, so she wasn’t going to force it. However, it didn’t slip past her that you occasionally glanced over at Harry as well—briefly averting your eyes towards him once he took a sip of his water or someone had pulled him out of his attention on you to make conversation.

Gently pulling you by the arm, Ivy leaned over to whisper into your ear. “Harry’s totally crushing on you.”

You pulled back, shocked. “What?” You mouthed.

“He can’t stop looking at you—it’s so obvious.” You simply chuckled, shaking your head slightly as your cheeks felt warm, not from the alcohol or how close everyone was sitting, but because you couldn’t even believe that Harry would have a crush on you. Sure, you two had spent the entirety of your shifts together, but you didn’t think that he would have a crush on you.

You tried not to think of Ivy’s words for the rest of the night, and you tried even harder to not look at Harry to catch it he was staring at you. Your thoughts seemed to make you more drunk when you were trying to sober up to drive back home. You only had three cocktails, which was quite mindless of you to be drinking when you had to drive home, but you simply wanted to have fun because you deserved it, and you were comfortable and making friends. And everyone seemed to be drinking as well as they were getting a ride from the more responsible ones who were driving and leaving their car in the parking garage during the night.

Once everyone was all out of their social battery with their plates and glasses empty, you all started to clean up, helping one another to make the process of going home quicke; there were two people washing the dishes and two people drying as the rest put those dishes away and cleaned the table.

Just like every single night, everyone said their goodbyes in the parking lot before going to their cars to head home for a good night's rest.

You were sober, but you didn’t feel safe enough to drive, and you don’t know if that’s the alcohol or the thoughts of Harry making you dizzy. So, instead of walking to your car, you took out your phone and opened the Uber app, knowing you’d be able to get a ride home quickly since it was past midnight on a Friday night.

“Hey, whatcha doing?” Harry asked, walking up to you once he noticed that you weren’t going to your car. He made it a habit to watch you get inside your car and leave the parking garage safely because anything could happen in the few minutes if he left before you.

“I’m calling an Uber. I don’t wanna drive back…” you replied before looking down at your phone again.

“Oh, I could drive you home, if you’d like?” He offered politely.

“Really? You don’t have to do that.”

“I insist. I would feel better knowing that I was the one that got you home safely.” The corners of your lips couldn’t help but turn up into a smile as your heart fluttered against your ribcage.

“That’s really sweet, Harry, I’d like that,” you accepted. Harry grinned, leading you to his car as you followed; he walked over to the passenger seat, opening the door for you, which easily almost made your knees buckle in. How is he such a gentleman and so incredibly kind? You wondered, thinking about how rare it was to meet a man without anything leading to more than a conversation.

You thanked him before getting into his car; his car was very clean and he had a Saturn air freshener that hung on his rearview mirror, admitting a fresh lemon scent throughout his vehicle. Harry got in, handing you his phone to play some music and to enter your address before starting the car and driving out of the parking garage. You played Daniel Caesar, which you thought was the perfect kind of music for a night drive since your place was fifteen minutes away from the restaurant. The two of you sang along to ‘Hold Me Down’ as he watched you from the corner of his eye, adorably swaying in your seat to the song as you muttered the lyrics.

The sunroof cover was open, giving you an orange glow every time the car passed by a lamppost. Unconsciously, you both looked at one another every time the car stopped at a red light, both smiling at one another. You were thankful that it was dark out as it hid your big smile from how much you were giddy just looking at Harry.

Once the navigation told him that your place was on the right, he parked against the curb in front of your apartment complex. You unbuckled your seatbelt before turning towards him in your seat as he turned towards you as well.

“Thank you for the ride, Harry. It was really kind of you to offer.”

“Not a problem. Don’t be hesitant to ask again. I rarely drink when we have our after-hours dinners, so you’re free to drink all you want and I’ll be glad to take you home,” he told you, and you smiled, nodding your head.

“I’ll keep that in mind. It’s just been a while since I drank and hung out with friends,” you explained.

“No worries. I’m glad you had fun, I assumed?”

“Yeah, lots of fun! I really like it there, and you made it bearable and fun as well as my trainer,” you admitted. Harry felt his cheeks slightly redden, and just as you were thinking, he was grateful it was dark out.

He cleared his throat. “Well, I’m glad. You’ll be on your own now. No need for me anymore since you’ve pretty much gotten everything done so quickly,” he chuckled, a dimple indenting his left cheek, making you hold in your breath.

“Can I still ask you for help if I need you?” You asked innocently, leaning your elbow against the middle console as you rested your chin against your fist. Harry pursed in his lips as his mind focused on the last three words that slipped out of your mouth--I need you. It was merely an innocent question relating to work that he shouldn’t think too much about, but he couldn’t help it.

“Of course. I’m always gonna be here if you need me,” he responded, keeping it friendly. At that, you smiled, nodding your head in acceptance. You gathered your belongings that rested at your feet before turning to face him again. Leaning forward, Harry thought you were leaning in to kiss him, which he wouldn’t mind whatsoever, but that dream was crushed when you wrapped your arm around his shoulder, giving him a hug. He hugged you back, placing his hand against your back and slightly rubbing his hand up and down, hoping you couldn’t feel his heart hammering against his chest at the feel of your upper body slightly pressed against him.

You pulled away, giving him a shy smile. “I’ll see you on Sunday. Drive safe, okay?”

“Always do. Sleep well.” He bid you goodbye as you got out of his car, walking over to the entrance of your apartment complex. You turned around before you opened the door, waving at him before heading inside.

Harry drove off to his place, the opposite direction of your apartment, passing Spring. He could’ve honestly been home already in the comfort of his bed, but he didn’t mind taking you home at all. That only meant he got to spend a bit of more time together, but he noticed that with every passing second, minute, and hour, he felt himself falling for you just a bit more.

You’ve been at Spring for almost a month, and you couldn’t believe how fast the days went by. The more you worked, the more you started to feel a place at home with the restaurant. It was welcoming and fun, and all the credit was due to the people that you surrounded yourself with. You felt a difference in your attitude, your mood, and you liked the change that it brought you--you felt happy.

Being in San Francisco your entire life was great up until it wasn’t. It was a toxic place for you simply because of the people that you were surrounded with. You noticed that you were always on fight-or-flight mode, ready for someone to make one comment at you so you could snap at them. You hated being and thinking like that, so the best thing you did for yourself was to move away from the toxicity of your hometown, and you were glad that you did.

It was another usual Friday evening, after hours at Spring as you sat in your usual seat next to Ivy as the two of you and Harry were laughing about a story Ivy was telling about her ex-boyfriend in college.

Harry looked over at you, heart swooning as he watched you laugh, wiping your under eyes from the tears that had slipped out. It was a beautiful sight, he’d say; you had such a beautiful smile and contagious laugh that he loved hearing, whether it’d be from the kitchen as he was in the dining room or in the locker room—wherever it was, he always smiled to himself when he heard it.

The two of you had gotten quite close, making the work environment bearable and fun. When you would be in the same area at the same time, you had this thing where you would bump his hip with yours lightly, and he would bump yours right back—of course, when there weren’t any food or drink handling. There would always be light conversations within those hip bumps, comfortably getting to know one another, whether it would be asking quick-fire questions or a random story about one another’s lives that would come to mind. It wasn’t an ordinary setting or time to get to know each other, but it made things fun because the two of you would come up with more questions to come up with the next time he bumped into you. It was nice having a thing with you, he thought.

There would be moments during those little meetings when your fingers would brush delicately against his, sending shivers to his body. It was simply overwhelming in the best way possible.

Everyone called it a night, doing the nightly routine of tidying and cleaning everything up. Despite the long shift and being on your feet, you still had quite a bit of energy that you would like to use up so you could get a night’s rest. You looked at your friends, seeing if anyone was up for a late night adventure just based off of their posture and how often they yawned, and it seemed like everyone was exhausted, for obvious reasons. But you’d ask one person before you decide to go alone.

Once everything was clean and ready for the Saturday’s brunch, everyone walked out of the restaurant, walking over to their cars.

“Hey, Harry?” You called out, making him instantly turn around at the sound of your voice.

“Yeah, love?” The pet name had merely slipped out, and you felt your face getting warm, shyly smiling.

“Uh, you could totally say no and I would completely understand why because it’s Friday night, and we had a long shift, and you must be tired-”

“Y/N?” You stopped talking, raising your brows. “Breath, yeah? Take your time,” he interrupted the rambling that you hadn’t known you were doing.

Nodding, you took a deep breath. You didn’t know why you were nervous, but every time you were around Harry, he just made you feel a certain swarm of butterflies entering your stomach.

“I’m not as tired as I thought, and I wanna end tonight with some sweets. So, would you like to come with me to get some dessert? Again, you could say no.”

Harry smiled. “I’d love to,” he replied with no second thought.

“Really?”

“Yeah, of course. Plus, we could finally talk properly. Hate always walking away from our unfinished conversations.” He breathed out a chuckle, running his clad ring hand through his curls.

“Great! Oh, uh, do you mind if we take your car? I took an Uber here, but I’ll compensate with buying you cookies and paying for your gas,” you suggested, keeping your excitement at bay.

“No worries, c’mon. But I might take you up on the cookie offer.” He smiled, opening your door for you, which never failed to make you swoon.

As he started the car, warming up the engine and turning the heater on, you two debated on where to go. You suggested going to Insomnia Cookies in Santa Monica, which was a twenty minute drive from Downtown LA, and it closed at two In the morning, but only if he was down to drive the opposite direction of where you two lived. And luckily, he didn’t mind the drive because he was always down for a late night drive and adventure, especially if it was with you.

The car speakers played Frank Ocean, he merged on the 101, tapping his fingers along with the beat against the steering wheel. You subtly studied him as he drove, just as you did when you would glance at him across the restaurant. He always mindlessly curled his pink lips into his mouth, a habit that he, assumingly, had for years. You noticed how he would always play with his rings; his thumb would reach over to his other fingers to play with the heavy, metal rings; not helping that your mind would instantly go to what else his hands could do, especially to you, to your body, but you had to immediately snap yourself out of your thoughts to prevent them from going any further. Not to mention, the way his eyes always lit up; they had a natural gleam to them, making them incredibly irresistible to not look in his green eyes.

He was captivating in all the right ways, and you felt yourself falling for him quite quickly, making that fear inside of you light up, inflaming your body with anxiousness.

Your thoughts soon vanished when Harry pulled into a parking space in front of your destination, and he turned off the car. He turned to look at you, giving you a small smile before getting out. You decided to buy Harry anything he’d like, which he got the same six pack of cookies as you.

Harry suggested eating in his car, which you agreed. Although the cold in SoCal wasn’t the same coldness as it was in NorCal, you didn’t want to stand around and freeze. The two of you make light conversation, talking about social media and enjoying the warmth of the fresh baked cookies. You then realized that you hadn’t followed him on Instagram, so you asked for his username, which was just his first and last name.

“Your pictures are amazing,” you complimented.

“Stalking me already?” He teased. A smirk on his face present, making you roll your eyes as you didn’t know if you wanted to slap or kiss the smirk off—always wanting to go for the latter. “But thank you. I, uh, I actually took those myself.” Your eyes brightened. The photographs posted on his Instagram were mostly portraits of beautiful people, some of them were landscapes of a field or the mountains, but most of them were portraits. You knew very little about photography, thanks to the ‘Beginning of Photography 1’ class that you took in college, but you could see the depth of the picture and the way they’re taken; the emotion was clearly there, making you feel intensity through the picture.

“Wow, you’re really talented, Harry.”

He blushed, looking down at his lap for a moment before looking back up at you again. “Thank you so much. I’m a freelance photographer.”

“Do you plan on leaving Spring to focus solely on photography?” You asked curiously. He softly smiled; he could hear the genuine tone in your voice, and he really appreciated that.

“I’m not sure. I’ll have an appointment, maybe, three or four times a month? But the restaurant brings in more money, especially the tips,” he explained.

You nodded. “Well, for what it’s worth, you’re extremely talented, and one day, you’ll be at the place you want to be. Everything will work out.” Harry smiled in appreciation of your words, not saying anything else.

Taking another bite of his cookie, he changed the subject. “So, do you miss any of your friends in SF?”

You raised your brows, not expecting that question, but you answered honestly. “To tell you the truth, I really don’t. A month before moving here,” you began to open up vulnerably; you hadn’t spoken to anyone about this. “I got out of a long relationship—quite toxic, honestly,” you said, looking at him. He had this look on his face that was so comforting, not a word coming out of his mouth, asking for details; it didn’t tell you that he was nosy or pressing you to tell him more. It simply told you that he was there to listen, whenever you were ready to tell him, and you really appreciated that.

You hadn’t realized how hard it was talking about your past relationship because it had been all bottled up until now. A deep breath came out of your mouth, and Harry immediately realized that it must’ve been a hard subject to speak about. Unexpected to you, he reached over to grab your hand, holding it gently as his thumb caressed your skin. He hoped he masked his nervousness well, making the smallest physical touch with you when, really, his pulse was hammering against his veins, heart pounding through his chest as his breathing began to feel erratic, but outside he remained cool, calm, and collected as if the touch didn’t drive him insane.

You tried not letting Harry’s thumb, caressing the back of your hand, affect your ability to speak a coherent sentence, so you continued. “Uh, my ex was cheating on me with someone in our friend group. He told me not to worry about her, but you know how that goes when you hear that phrase. It was with a girl that I used to date—my first relationship, actually. The worst part of it was when I found out, I took him back when he promised he wouldn’t do it again and claimed that he loved me, and then I took him back again, and again and again.”

Harry inhaled deeply, trying to not let the hand holding yours squeeze tightly so the blood circulation cuts off because he felt angry. He was so mad because how could anyone do that to you? Sweet, kind, and lovely you?

“When I told him I couldn’t handle it anymore—all the lies, cheating, and betrayal—I broke up with him. Our friend group turned against me, completely ignored me. Now that I think about it, I noticed they started to be cold and rude towards me once they started sneaking around, and I have no clue why because I didn’t do anything to them. Guess they were just covering up for them because everyone knew except me, and I just felt so stupid because I was so clueless to think he ever loved me to forgive him so many times.”

You started to sniffle as the bad memories that you lived through for the few months of the betrayal started to come up again. You were doing a good job not thinking about it when you started working at the restaurant, and you didn’t plan on telling Harry tonight, but you trusted him to let go of all the agony that you bottled up inside your mind.

“Hey, come here,” he said, opening his arms up. You gladly rested your head against his shoulders, wishing the middle console wasn’t there so you could press your body against his. He hands rubbed your back just as it did when you first hugged him, and to say that you hadn’t been craving for his touch was a complete lie. “You’re not stupid whatsoever. I understand why you did what you did, but that doesn’t make you stupid. It makes them stupid for betraying your trust and forgiveness over and over again. You’re not in the wrong here nor was it your fault, love.”

You nodded against his shoulder, and you felt him place the side of his face against the top of your head, cuddling up to you, which immediately put a smile on your face. Harry’s comfort had immediately made you feel better—it made you feel safe. You hadn’t felt so comfortable in someone else’s arms in a very long time, and considering that you’ve only known him for a month, you’d say it’s quite unbelievable how comfortable you are in his hold, especially opening up to him like you did.

Pulling back from his hold, you looked up at him, giving him a smile. The weight on your shoulders suddenly felt lighter once you opened the bottle and poured out the contents in it. Talking to Harry was refreshing, a fresh breath of air, and you inhaled the crisp oxygen gratefully, knowing that being vulnerable and opening up had changed your friendship.

It was Sunday evening, and you were cleaning up to prepare for closing. It had been a long day, even though you only worked for four hours; it just seemed that you were running around more than usual.

But you were glad that the day was over, and you could take a long nice shower to end your night. Throughout cleaning, your coworkers had said goodbye, leaving through the back door, which you found odd because everyone usually heads out at the same time, but you didn’t think too much of it.

Once you were done in the dining room, you looked around, finding the restaurant completely empty, but everything seemed to be in order, so you headed over to the locker room.

When you rounded around the counter top and into the kitchen, Harry jumped up from his crouched position, startling you as you took a step back, gasping with your hand over your heart.

“Holy shit, you scared me,” you said breathlessly.

Harry chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “I’m sorry, I thought you still knew I was here.”

“I thought I was completely alone, and hiding behind the counter doesn’t help.” You and Harry laughed. You hadn’t noticed the two plates of food and wine glasses that were filled with sparkling soda sitting next to him on the stainless steel counter, and you wondered for a moment if that was for you and him. “What’s that for?”

“For us, if you’d like. I made it quickly once everything was slow and we were starting to close,” he said shyly, rubbing his tattooed forearm.

Your brows raised, eyes widening slightly. “You made this? For us?”

“Yeah. Today marks one month being here, so I decided to make dinner to celebrate.” You were quite speechless at the thought; it was so incredibly sweet and thoughtful that Harry went through that trouble of making a meal to celebrate a somewhat significant date. Tears started to well up in your eyes, making the man in front of you blurry. “Oh, wait, no. Please don’t cry. You could definitely take this to-go, if you want! I know you’re probably tired, but-”

Harry was cut off by your arms wrapping around his shoulders. He was taken back at first from the impact of your body crashing against his, but once he regained his balance, he immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you tightly.

Your scent was impeccable—quite alluring for running around for a few hours. He knew he smelled like food, the smoke from garlic and onions sautéing, and vegetables cooking. He buried his head into your shoulder, holding you close. This had been the first time you two were ever hugging outside of the comfort and safety of his car—no middle console to interfere, no awkwardness in trying to figure out how to give a proper hug in a confined space. He enjoyed it a lot—the way your body was pressed up against his. It made him happy, it made him feel safe.

The intimate moment lasted for a few minutes, simply just hugging one another in relief in the kitchen, swaying slightly as complete silence surrounded the two of you.

Once you were satisfied (although you think you would never be satisfied enough if you’re not in his arms), you pulled away, coming face-to-face with him. Your cheeks were slightly damped from the few tears that had fallen out, but weirdly, it gave you a natural and happy glow, and you were feeling exactly that.

“Harry, thank you so much. This is the sweetest and most thoughtful thing someone has ever done for me.” You looked up at him through your wet lashes, warmly smiling at him.

“You’re welcome. Shall we eat?” You nodded, and he unwrapped his arms from around your waist, letting you go, which he wished he hadn’t. He grabbed the two heavy plates that were filled with honey garlic chicken with sautéed spinach and mushroom on a bed of rice, and you grabbed the glasses, reaching over to place them onto the countertop before the two of you walked around to sit on the high stools.

The two of you ate in comfortable silence, and you thanked and complimented him for the lovely meal. There was light conversation, asking questions about each other’s childhood. Listening to Harry talk about his life in England was so fascinating to you, and you wished that you had grown up with him because he seemed like such a fun and kind kid to play with. You learned that his sister and mom were back home in London, and they visited every six months, and he would occasionally go back home as well, if the bills weren’t stacking up and he was good with money. His words and mind seemed to get the best of him, slipping out about how much they would love you and that he’ll invite you to lunch whenever they visit to meet them; and he hoped he didn’t freak you out. You simply blushed, nodding your head, and not saying anything else.

The more you talked to him, the more you found yourself staring at him as you listened to what he had to say. You’d come to terms a few weeks ago that you really liked his eyes—how green they were, and how they stare into you, giving you his full attention. You liked his hands, his hair, his nose, his cheeks, and most of all, you liked his lips. You couldn’t blame alcohol for these thoughts because Harry replaced wine with sparkling soda, so these were completely sober thoughts racing your mind. His lips were something you glanced at often, trying not to glare at them too much as he talked as you didn’t want to get caught for admiring them. They were so pink, and he occasionally bit them and curled them into his mouth, making them pinker. You liked when he would take his fingers and pinch his bottom lip, a habit that he seemed to form throughout his life. You suddenly wanted to kiss him—really, really bad.

You shook off the thought immediately, being completely sidetracked with your infatuation with Harry. Was it an infatuation? No, you knew the feelings you felt for him felt much stronger than a simple admiration for your coworker.

Once the talking had died down and the plates were empty, you and Harry decided to clean up. You quickly took both of your plates, beating Harry to the sink to wash the dishes. He chuckled as he watched you fast walk towards the sink; he soon followed with the glasses, placing them carefully into the sink. He decided to dry the dishes, finding the dish rag on your right side. So, he leaned over, placing his left hand on your waist, chest slightly pressed against your back as he grabbed the rag. You turned your head to the right, dropping your shoulder to turn more of your body towards him. He was close and it made you feel flushed; you felt your cheeks heating up once he looked down at you, faces inches away from each other.

You turned back around, quickly placing the last dish on the counter before you turned off the water. Harry was still close in proximity, not making any effort to move away from you. Turning around, your back was now pressed up against the edge of the sink. Harry rested his hands against the edge, trapping you with his arms. Your breath began to deepen, heart beating quite harshly against your chest as Harry looked into your eyes, briefly glancing at your lips, and slowly trailing them back up into your eyes. He brought one hand to graze the side of your face gently, skin prickling with goosebumps.

“You’re so beautiful,” he complimented honestly.

“Thank you, you are too.”

“I mean it. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met. Listen, I-I really like you, and we haven’t known each other for long but I just…can’t get enough of you,” You smiled, averting your eyes to his lips before looking back up; your cheeks and neck felt incredibly warm from his confession. Bodily, you placed your hands on his waist, pulling him towards you to close the gap between you two; Harry smirked at your action, liking the way your bodies were pressed up against each other.

“Are you gonna do anything about it?” You raised your brows curiously.

“What would you like me to do?” His hands were rubbing up and down your back soothingly.

“Hmm…a few things actually,” you muttered—more to yourself but Harry definitely heard from how close you two physically were. Your fingertips were mindlessly drawing circles on his lower back where his slightly wrinkled white shirt was tucked into his black jeans.

“Care to share?”

You took a deep breath, looking him in the eyes that captivated you quite clearly. “Want you to kiss me.”

The corner of his lip turned up as he curled his lips into his mouth. “Can I please? Been wanting to for so long.”

“Tell me.” Harry raised his brows. “Tell me how long you’ve been wanting to kiss me.”

He curled his lips into his mouth, looking down at your soft lips before back up at your eyes. “Ever since I saw you for the first time. So, please let me kiss you. Do you want me to?”

Harry quite literally took your breath away, breath stuck in your throat before you cleared it. Nodding your head quite eagerly, you softly said, “Yeah, want you to.”

With that, he trailed his hands from your waist, up your spine, to your shoulders, and up to your face where he placed his hands on both sides, gently holding your face delicately as if it were a piece of art that was crafted for months, years; he didn’t want to drop or break the precious masterpiece that he cradled with his hands.

His thumb caressed your soft cheek, giving your lips one last look before he leaned in and connected your lips with his. You sighed deeply once you felt his soft lips touch yours, and your shoulder visibly relaxed, letting go of everyone that may have held you back.

You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, pulling him in closer. A spark ran through your body as your lips molded together so perfectly in sync, making the firework inside of you pop into a beautiful and magical scene.

Whimpering against his mouth, you suddenly wanted more of him; he was, in all ways, addicting. You unconsciously lifted your right leg, bringing it up to his hip, making Harry press himself against your core, holding your thigh. He started to feel himself harden inside of his pants from the way you’re kissing him, the way your hands gripped his hair, and the way your tongue effortlessly swiveled against his.

You pulled away from his lips quite breathlessly, lips swollen. “Want you.”

“Me too—want you so bad.” He leaned forward to kiss you again, and once he did, you pulled away, only leaving him with a small kiss to his lips. Harry pouted, making you chuckle.

“That was the best kiss I’ve ever had,” you confessed.

Harry smirked. “Well, I’ll be glad to do it again.”

“Wanna get out of here? C-Can we go to yours?” You asked shyly.

“Yeah?” You nodded. “You sure?”

“Absolutely positive.”

Harry gave you a smile and another kiss before he backed away, grabbing your hand to lead you to the locker room where the two of you grabbed your belongings from your lockers. Quickly after, you two were out the door of Spring; Harry locked up, and walked you two over to his car where he, yet again, opened the passenger door for you.

The entire ten minute drive to his apartment, his hand never left yours. It delicately sat on your thigh with your hand on top of his, palm against the back of his hand as your fingers intertwined with his. Harry found it difficult to drive properly because all he ever wanted to do was either kiss you or look at you, and since it was just a bit after midnight, he hit all the green lights, so there was continuous driving and less kissing and looking. But that just made it quicker for him to get to his place.

His apartment was on the second floor, which didn’t take long to get to, but catching up to Harry’s long strides as he practically dragged you up the stairs—no patience to wait for the elevator—was tiring you out.

Once his front door closed, he immediately pushed you up against it, cradling your face in his hands as he kissed you feverishly. You practically could feel him smiling into the kiss, happy to have his lips on yours, and it completely tied your stomach into knots as the familiar flutter you felt in your chest made itself present.

You’d come to realize, in the kitchen, that kissing Harry was everything you ever imagined. His soft lips molding and connecting with yours so perfectly made all of your dreams and realities come true. He just had a way with how he worked his lips as well as where to put his hands. But you were eager to find out what else he could do.

Harry was the one to pull away first, which he even surprised himself with, but he led you to his bedroom, which you were too excited about. He closed his bedroom door, taking your lips in with his again, backing you up against his bed as he gently placed you on top of it, hovering over you.

His lips trailed to your cheek, your jaw, and down to your neck where he lightly nibbled and sucked on your soft skin. You felt him lick your skin, soothing out the small love bite that he left on your skin before he pulled his head from your neck.

“You sure you want to do this? I’d be happy just kissing you.”

You smiled. “I’m sure, wanna touch you. You’re sure too?” You asked consent from him as well, making his cock twitch in his pants.

“Very sure, love. You have no idea.” He sat on his knees as you laid below him, and he’s sure he’s never seen someone look so beautiful as you do; he was completely enthralled by your beauty. “Can I take this off?” He referred to your shirt, playing with the buttons on the front. You nodded, biting your lip.

He leaned his weight on one side of you, placing one arm behind your head as you rested against it. He took your mouth in with his as his other hand began unbuttoning your white shirt, impressively with one hand. Once he got to the bottom, he sat up again, as did you to take off your shirt and your sports bra. You didn’t wear anything sexy to work because you wanted to be comfortable while waiting tables.

Harry looked at your bare torso, licking his lips before he wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking and licking the pebbled bud before switching to the other. His lips then placed small kisses down your body and to the hem of your pants, where he looked up to see you flushed from just his kisses.

“Harry…” you whined.

“What is it, beautiful?” He smirked.

“Please, take it off.”

“I’m getting there, love, don’t worry.” A breathy chuckle came out of his mouth before he unbuttoned your trousers. Your hips raised off the bed, and he swiftly took them off, leaving you in your nude seamless underwear. “Fuck, you’re so stunning, Y/N, I swear.” You looked at him and smiled; you were clearly at loss for words because of how Harry was looking at you. He wasn’t looking at you with complete admiration, like he was so lost in his daze of his sight. And that thought made you even more aroused.

He gave you another kiss to your stomach before taking off your underwear, situating himself in between your legs, lying on his stomach. Harry looked up once more to find you staring at him, eager to watch what he’s about to do; he placed a kiss to your inner thighs, gently nibbling on your flesh, making you squirm.

“Harry, please. Need to feel you,” you pleaded, brows crinkling.

“Tell me what you need,” he teased, earning an impatient scoff from you, but Harry chuckled at your frustration.

“Need your mouth on me. Please, want you to eat me out already.”

Now, who was he to deny that request? So, that’s what he did—he slowly licked your clit multiple times before licking into your hole, collecting your arousal on his tongue. He used your wetness to lubricate your clit, completely assaulting your sensitive bud. Your back arched as the sensations ran through your body, hands gripping the sheets below you tightly that they practically wrinkled. Harry moaned against your clit, making you buck your hips into his face.

“Fuck, Harry…” you dragged out, throwing your head back into the pillows.

For a few minutes, Harry continued devouring your taste, not stopping until you came all over his mouth and you were completely shocked by his will to not stop until you’ve had your orgasm from his tongue.

He replaced his tongue with his fingers, slowly entering your wet hole as he fingered you. You moaned louder; the tips of his fingers curling up to meet the softness of your upper walls. His unoccupied thumb rubbed your clit in slow circles, something that he noticed you really liked based on your hips thrusting upwards and your hand gripping his hair harder that it felt like you were going to rip out his locks.

“So pretty, love. So wet for me.” The simplicity of his words had made you feel the familiar bubble in your lower stomach, and you wanted to release it so bad.

“Harry, I’m gonna…cum,” you groaned out, biting your lips.

He continued his pace on your clit, but added a tad bit more pressure, causing you to jolt a little. His fingers that were inside of you repeatedly brushed your g-spot, making you close your legs, but Harry pried them open, encouraging you to release.

“C’mon, baby. Want you—need you to cum for me. Can you do that? Can you give me what I want?”

“Mhm,” you nodded, mouth ajar as your voice was hitched in your throat. A few more thrust and rubs from his fingers, and you hit your high, releasing around his long fingers as he slowed his movements, riding out your orgasm while praising you for your peak.

“That’s it. There you go.” One of his hands rubbed your stomach, calming you down while the other hand gently played and cupped your pussy as you unconsciously and slightly thrusted your hips into his hand.

Once you had relaxed, you opened your eyes; Harry was kissing up your body before he kissed your lips so sweetly.

“Hmm, you’re so good at that.” He smiled, kissing your neck as he started to rut his hips on your thigh. You felt his hard on through his pants, and you knew that wasn’t comfortable whatsoever.

“Can I touch you?” You asked. He pulled his head from your neck, facing you as he was about to say it was completely fine if you didn’t, but you spoke up first. “That can’t be comfortable, and I wanna touch you—if you’d let me.” You were looking at him with innocent eyes, even though he knew what you were about to do was going against anything innocent. Plus, the way you were looking at him only made him more aroused.

“Course, let me just get out of these.” He got off the bed, but stayed closed; he was about to unbutton his shirt, but you stopped him quickly, replacing his hands with yours. Harry dropped his arms to his side once your lips were attached to his neck, giving him a small hickey on the underside of his jaw. The feel of just your lips on his skin made him bite his lips as a chill ran through him. You sat on your knees and started unbuttoning his white shirt, and with every button you undid, you gave him a kiss to every bit of his skin that was left exposed until you reached the hem of his pants.

You looked up at him on all fours, and he watched you press another kiss to his tattooed torso. “Mind if I take these off?” You toyed with the hem of his pants.

“No, please, don’t mind at all.” You smiled, looking back at his bulge, which outlined through the fabric of his pants. You palmed him, making him hiss through his teeth. He hadn’t felt another person’s touch in so long, so your lips and touch felt overwhelming in the best way.

You unbuttoned his pants, which he was fast to get out of, leaving him in his black briefs. You positioned yourself to lay flat on your stomach, thankful that Harry’s bed was the perfect height to where you don’t have to strain your neck to suck on him. Kissing down his happy trail, you left a prominent love bite in between his tattooed leaves that were so perfectly inked on his lower abdomen. You then kissed his hard length through his briefs, making Harry breathe heavily. He’s never felt so teased in his life, but you were making it all worth it because nobody had ever made him feel so aroused.

Finally, your fingers gripped the hem of his briefs and tugged them down so his cock could departure from the strained material. He was big, and you knew that from when he was driving to his place earlier as his cock was pushing against his pants, making you excited and eager. But seeing it right in front of you made you salivate.

“Holy shit, you’re so big.” All he did was smirk at your words, knowing that fact quite clearly. You grabbed a hold of him as you held his dick upwards before you licked the underside from base to tip. Harry breathed in through his nose once he felt the smallest bit of contact from your mouth.

Your mouth began to work on his tip, sucking and licking up the precum that had spilled out of his tip before you started to take more and more of him in your mouth. It was Harry’s turn to fill the room with his raspy and deep moan, and the noise he was making was triggering your arousal. Harry had a full view of your mouth on him as well as a great view of your entire backside, not missing the way he noticed how you started to subtly move your hips into the sheets.

As you sucked on him, taking him further into your mouth, Harry dragged his fingers from your shoulders, down your spine, and to your ass that was out in the open with no shame whatsoever. His hands kneaded your flesh before slapping on cheek, which made you moan around him.

“Like that?” He went back to his standing position, leaning back a tad bit to get a good look at you. “Tell me, do you like that?” You looked up at him, making direct eye contact with him as your cheeks hollowed and you sucked hard around him before letting out a ‘mhm.’ Your mouth was working wonders on him while your hand was fondling and playing with his balls, making him throw his head back and accidentally bucking his hips up into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. “Fuck, sorry, baby.” He moved your hair to check up on you, but all you did was place your hands on his ass and pulled him towards you until your nose touched his pubic bone. Harry let out a throaty moan, and your hands pushed and pulled his lower body until he understood what you were doing.

So, he took control, holding your head steady before he slowly started to thrust into your mouth; the tip of his cock brushed against the back of your throat. There was a string of spit that was dangling from your mouth and connecting to his balls—a sight so filthy but helped him get right on the edge.

“I’m gonna cum. Love your mouth so much. So beautiful for me, so perfect.” Harry’s hips began to jerk sloppily, indicating that he was close. With just a few more thrusts into your perfect mouth, he spilled down your throat as he stopped thrusting, keeping you halfway on him. A series of curses and your name came from his lips as he shut his eyes. You took every drop that he offered, trying to swallow every bit of content as best as you could, but some of it had spilled out of your mouth due to how much he overfilled your mouth with his cum.

Harry seemed to be in the middle of calming down from his intense orgasm, so you took the time to clean up. Pulling back, you wiped your mouth and licked your fingers as well as cleaning his cock with your mouth. What you didn’t notice was that Harry was watching you the entire time; he lowered his head, neck straining from looking up too much, and saw you eagerly cleaning and licking every last drop that had fallen from your pretty lips. The sight was enough to make him hard again if he wasn’t too spent.

He collapsed on his bed next to you, his head was next to your ass, to which he pressed a small kiss to your hip in gratitude. You moved to lay your head on his stomach, looking at him and giving him a small smile.

“Come here. What are you looking at me like that for?” He reached out for you, and you moved again, resting your elbow next to his head before giving him a kiss. The kiss didn’t deepen any further, just molding your lips with one another as he tasted himself on your tongue.

“Nothing. You seemed to have enjoyed yourself.”

“Very much did, thank you. Did you? You could be honest with me.”

You giggled. “Honestly…I had a really great time. You made me feel really good. The best I’ve felt in a really long time,” you told him honestly, and Harry smiled at that.

“Do you want to stay the night? I’m always in a cuddly mood after anything sexual—well, I’m always in a cuddly mood, period.” You laughed, nodding your head before kissing his cheek.

“I’d love to. Can I use your restroom, and do you have a spare toothbrush?”

Harry nodded, getting off the bed before leading you to his bathroom where he gave you a toothbrush and some of his face wash. He left you to do your business and told you that he would have a change of clothes.

Once you were done, you walked out of his bathroom, still naked, and was met with Harry in a pair of gray briefs and a change of his clothes in his hands, handing them to you. He gave you a kiss to your forehead before going off to the bathroom and leaving you to change.

You replayed the evening in your mind over and over again as you changed—you really enjoyed his company and him as a person. Harry was a more than nice guy, who seemed to like you for whatever reason, and you liked him too. Maybe a bit too much, and you felt like you liked him more than you projected—dare, you say that you were falling in love. But you couldn’t let yourself feel that way; you were beating yourself up for it. In all honesty, you were scared, so you had a habit of not portraying the entirety of your feelings out on the table so people could perceive it.

Your mind was racing with so many thoughts in your head, repeating and spitting out every insecurity that your previous ‘friends’ had told you in the past—calling you a slut and how you couldn’t keep anyone around because they both ended up cheating on you. Your head was telling you Harry would do the same, and as hard as you were trying to deny that because Harry was the kindest person you’ve ever met, it was all you could hear. You couldn’t do this, no, you couldn’t feel like this, you thought. You felt like you needed to protect yourself before you were in too deep.

Without even knowing, you were frantically grabbing your clothes and shoes that were all thrown across Harry’s floor. Your heart was racing, mind telling you to ‘leave’ and that ‘nobody is going to love you,’ so that’s what you were doing, leaving.

You made it out of his bedroom, so close to the front door until you realized you had forgotten your purse. Turning around to go back, you were met with Harry leaning against the frame of the hallway entry, holding your purse in his hands.

“Not planning on saying goodbye?” His voice sounded defeated, the complete opposite as to what it was prior. He looked down at his feet, not even able to make eye contact with you when he was always keen on making direct eye contact when talking to someone, but seeing you walk out his bedroom door when you were supposed to be waiting for him in his bed to cuddle was heartbreaking.

“Harry…”

“That’s all it was to you, I’m guessing? You know you could’ve said no to staying the night, I would’ve understood. But to say yes after we’ve been intimate, and getting my hopes up? I-I thought you liked me, that’s all, and I’m stupid for falling for it,” he ended with a scoff. He felt extremely vulnerable; he laid his feelings out on the table, let you see his body, and it seemed like you just picked and chose your cards straight from the deck to only have Harry fold.

“No, that’s not it-”

“Then please tell me what it is before I drive myself into the wall thinking what I’ve done wrong!” He raised his voice—not too loud where it startled you, but enough to where he simply let out his frustrations.

“I like you, Harry, I do. But we can’t be together.” You didn’t know how to put it into words, so that was the best you could come up with.

“And why’s that?” He furrowed his brows, walking towards you, but keeping a safe distance. “Give me a good reason why, and I’ll let you go—I’ll leave you alone. We’ll simply be coworkers who don’t talk to each other. I’ll-”

“I’m scared, okay! I’m scared because I cannot fall in love with you, even though I’m already in too deep. I’ve done it once and i-it hurt me.” You were on the verge of bawling, maintaining your emotions. “I-I cannot feel this way so soon—fresh out of a relationship…I’ve only known you for, what? A month? We barely even know each other, Harry-”

“See, now, that’s where you’re wrong. You think I don’t know you, but I bet that you know I know you quite well. Probably more than all of your bitchy friends back home who you’ve known for years.” You stayed silent, not knowing how to respond, but he was right, he did know you better than anyone you knew back in SF. “If I didn’t know you then I wouldn’t know that your favorite thing to eat while you were growing up was chocolate croissants. Your favorite color often switches every few days, but some of them are, and specifically: maroon, evergreen, mustard yellow, burnt orange, and beige. You love watching kids cooking competitions in your free time and often root for the one who is doing miserably and knows who won’t make it to the next round. You’re learning how to bake, which is what you said that you’ve always wanted to learn out to make proper pastries, and based on what you bring to work for us to try, you’re on the right path to being a baker.”

“I’m…” you were at a loss for words, tears lining your eyes. All of the questions and playful conversation you and Harry had during work had come around in his words; it showed that Harry really listened, and when he did, he didn’t forget every detail you’ve told him. Your heart felt like it was in your stomach, making your stomach flutter in giddiness and shock.

“I could go on, honestly, but it would be an entire list of things that I’ve remembered about you.” Harry softly smiled down at his feet. “All I’m saying is this: I like to think I know the basics of you, and I still have a lot to learn about you. But don’t run away from me, please. If you want to and you don’t want anything to do with me, that’s fine, but I can’t let you walk out without trying not to stop you.” He sighed, completely putting himself out there as he was practically begging you to stay. “I really like you, Y/N, I mean it. I don’t care if we’ve only known each other for a month. I don’t care that you just got out of a relationship. I mean if you’re still in love with him or have a bit of interest in him still, then that’s different-”

“I don’t,” you interrupted, shaking your head no. It was the truth; you hadn’t felt love for your ex in a really long time, and you simply stayed with him and kept forgiving him just because it was comfortable.

“Okay…”

“It’s just…I don’t want people to think I’m some kind of person who moves on from relationships so quickly. I-I mean, I didn’t come here just to find myself in another relationship, y’know?” Your tone was concerning, like all of your worries were piling up into one big stack that made your head hurt from thinking too much.

“No one’s gonna think that—I don’t think that. Besides, it isn’t any of their business.” Harry walked even closer to you, inches away as his hands grazed your upper arms. “Let me ask you something, does this feel right? Being with me?” You nodded with no hesitation. “Say it,” he instructed, wanting to hear the words come out of your mouth.

“This feels right.”

Harry smiled at you comfortingly. “Okay, then let it be right.”

“I’m scared,” you admitted, looking down. He lifted your chin up with the soft touch of his fingertips, goosebumps littered your skin with just his simple touch.

“Me too, but I’m doing surprisingly well at hiding it. We’ll go slow, okay? No pressure into labeling; let’s just go with the flow, alright?” He suggested, and you softly muttered an ‘okay,’ reaching up to wrap your arms around his shoulders, giving him a warm and grateful hug.

“I’m so sorry-” you said into his shoulder, but he quickly cut you off.

“No need to be sorry, I understand.” His understanding makes you even more soft as you hugged him tighter; a few tears slipped your eyes, streaming down Harry’s shoulder.

After a moment, the two of you pulled away, feeling so much relief from the hug and conversation.

“Is your offer on staying the night still up?” You asked hesitantly.

He smiled. “Yeah, it always is. C’mon.” He took you by the hand, leading you to his room and into his bed—not for the actions of pleasure, but for a nice and comforting cuddle.

You situated yourself on his chest, comfortably trailing your fingers up and down his skin as his arm was wrapped around your shoulder.

Lifting your head up to meet his face, he smiled at you before you gave him a sweet kiss to his lips. It didn’t lead to anything, it didn’t even deepen; just the feel of his soft, pink lips on yours was enough to make you feel bliss.

You pulled away. “Slow?” Harry chuckled, nodding his head.

“Slow.”

Your face warmed up as you smiled, cheeks aching; you positioned yourself back onto his chest for the night, taking up all of his space on the bed when your side was completely empty as you held him close. Even though you’ve only known him for a month, you felt yourself falling; because ultimately, it felt right.

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