#we both felt GOOD after taking a nap on our new bed

[chaos-and-cookies]

Turns out u CAN in fact take a nap w.o feeling like u got hit by a truck waking up

U just need a new pricy mattress and even pricier pillows, but its possible!

[xanticore]

Can you do a Lars ulrich fic where the reader is part of it can you do a dominant submissive relationship kinks where Lars is dominant and the girl or whoever is a submissive also the as well smut??

Back in 1984 in the hotel room???

I hope you enjoy anon! I don't like going straight into smut so yeah..it's a bit slow in the beginning but it gets juicy. promise.

“𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓’’

Genre: Smut

Setting: Summer of 1984 ,, New York

Warnings: Slight usage of the daddy kink (Lars gets so surprised by it) P in V, oral f receiving, pet names, and sailor mouth from Lars.

Summary: The band had finished their recording for ride the lighting. They all agreed to celebrate by hanging out at a club- getting drunk and hopefully be able to take a girl back to a hotel. Lately Lars hasn't had great experiences with the recent groupies he was with. None of them really fit his sex appeal. That all had changed when he saw a girl smoking alone.

"You gotta be fucking with me!" I blurted out before putting the phone back on the hook. A fan that goes by 'Lola' told me I'm an asshole. Maybe she's right. Only because I couldn't take how fucking horrible she was in bed. It really wasn't that great. I felt utter boredom with that chick.

"Was that Lola?" Kirk said in a teasing tone. I just huffed and rolled my eyes. "Of course it was. apparently I wasn't making her feel good, well tough world we live in because I didn't nut myself. Now we both can't have our way." I heard the other members let out a chuckle and it only made me more ticked.

For some reason, I could never find the fun girls like the others. They always had exciting fucking stories to tell about their night. Me, sometimes I either sleep alone or try to have fun with a girl that I bring back. Nobody was into anything I was. They just laid there and took it.

Im fucking 21! and I start my sex life completely shit. It's like I'm having sex with someone's grandma. Like Gross. I want some action. More interaction at least with a girl. I just wanna have fun till I can't anymore.

"Well, We did decide to hit up a club in downtown Manhattan. Maybe you'll find your girl there~" Cliff said giving me a wink. I forgot that quick we were in New York fucking city. "Oh yeah, New Yorker girls are totally hot too. Maybe you'll find that babe you're looking for." James added on.

I was now stoked for tonight. As the youngest in the band, I wanna try and have a good time and able to tell them stories. Stories that they can possibly relate to.

After being out all day, I took a quick nap in my room so I could have some energy for the rest of the night. I wanted to at least look presentable-but then got a reality check. Its a club filled with late teenagers and early twenty year olds. I just threw on a random band shirt with some black ripped jeans and some Nikes. I sprayed some cologne observing myself in the mirror.

"Come on Lars...you got this. Totally got this. We're gonna have fun and enjoy ourselves."

I talked with myself to give me some self confidence. I was full of it. Overly optimistic. I headed down to the hotel lobby where I was the last one to arrive. We had a personal driver that drove us to the top club strip of manhattan. The city lights of the ads and neon advertisements filled the night sky. It had my eyes 'glimmering' as Kirk would say.

We decided to walk along the strip instead, thanking our driver. "We'll take a cab back~" I said reassuring the driver. I saw him nod and left the van. The night life was now and all the adults were out in their club outfits walking along the sidewalk. It really had my heart racing in anticipation on how I'll end my night. Will it be good? or bad. Find out in the next episode of Lars' questionable sex life.

"Jeez, theres so many clubs. Should we just go to a typical twenty-one plus?" Kirk asked looking carefully at the signes that were out. It was different prices of alcoholic drinks during happy hour if you joind this club or that club. "No- Lets go to The Phantom." I said pointing at the bright purple neon sign. The club had a line literally wrapped around the corner of waiting club goers to get inside.

"Uhh. do you know that the Phantom is for...big shots?" Cliff asked as if he was confused.

"Uhh?? yeah. Thats why I said we should go there. Come on, I think we're big enough of a shot to party with the top class people." I said borderline excitedly, but still kept my cool.

"Ok but, we didn't even dress the part?" Kirk and James added in unison. I just sighed.

"Who gives a shit? Like come on it's a club. its gonna be dark. No one is gonna care about what we wear. Now get your asses over there."

Surprise surprise, there were people who recognized us. We did have shows in New York but it was nothing too extravagant. We were escorted to the front, showed our IDs and were in like a blink of an eye. "I guess you're right larsy~"

I just smirked at Cliff's comment. The music was pumping through its speakers and the flashing club lights were going in random directions. Everyone, dancing; and Kirk was the first one to get dragged out onto the dance floor with a girl. Cliff and James also had a pair come up to them, making me alone.

I just chuckled awkwardly looking around for somewhere to sit. All the seats at the bar was taken so that was out the picture. I didn't really care for sitting right now but I did want a drink in hand as I danced. I ordered myself a bottle of beer, taking it with me to the dance floor. Everyone had their partners but I didn't mind dancing alone having the occasional girls come and go.

Eight songs had passed already and my beer was halfway gone. I wasn't drunk but I desperately need another one to keep me occupied when i'm alone. I pushed my way through the sweaty crowd and back to the same bar. I gestured the bartender for another bottle and gave them a five dollar bill. I scanned the room to see my band mates with girls they found. I was a bit jealous to say the least.

James had two girls on him.

Cliff sharing a smoke with some biker chick.

Kirk was full on making out with someone at a vip table.

Me...at a bar on my second beer bottle with no action. It was time to mingle. I looked around for girls but every girl I saw just reminded me of fucking Lola. All the girls were just copy paste. Just when I was about to give up an leave, I see a girl alone at one of the vip tables. She was alone smoking a cigarette and drinking her drink.

Her hair was jet black and I couldn't tell what she was wearing from where I was standing. She looked hot from a far- could she be hot upclose?

I walked up towards her table- casually passing by Kirk who was still kissing mind you. I sat my beer bottle on the table causing a reaction out of her. "May I sit here?"

I asked politely..oh and by the way- she was totally my type of girl. She gave a gesture and I got in sitting across from her. "You know VIP only right?" Fuck, her voice was deep. "Yeah. What you don't think im an important person?"

"You're from Metallica aren't you?"

"I am sweetheart."

I saw her smile when I answered. She looked so shy and I couldn't really make out what she wanted. I kinda dig it. It was something new from a girl that I just met. "Well~ are you a fan- oop...speak of the devil hmm?" I asked her and just in the nick of time, one of our songs started playing.

"I'm a huge fan actually.." She confesses; tapping the cigarette ashes in the ash tray. Just by looking at her and her body language, I could tell she wasn't a groupie. She wasn't quick to ask anything about my wealth or even anything sexual. She was a genuine fan.

She made many first moves, by that I mean questions. Given her shy and quiet nature, she asked very interesting questions about the music and what's it like being famous. I never took the time to even think to myself about these things. With every questioned asked; I answered with full potential.

Being in the vip section of the club, waiters would come and go with drinks. She would get something fruity while I only had my beer. Luckily for this spot, I didn't have to pay.

"Excuse me sweetheart, I forgot to ask you your name."

"it's (name)"

"(name)? such a pretty name you got there baby. Care to join me on the dance floor?"

I gave her a wink before getting up from the booth. I walked towards her side pulling my hand out waiting for her to grab it. Her hands are so soft and pretty. Her nails were painted in a baby blue and a mood ring on her ring finger. When stood up I was almost towered. I was able to look her up and down and oh my god, she was so beautiful. From her height, her mannerisms, her features of her face-she seemed too unreal.

I manned up and guided her towards the glowing floor. It was a different song now. When Doves Cry by Prince was playing and I could clearly see little miss was a fan of him as well. All she needed was a couple more sips of her drink and baby was good to go. I watched as she mouthed the lyrics turning her back against me. I grabbed her hips helping her keep the rhythm.

I drunk a little bit more of my beer and carelessly threw it somewhere off the floor. Both of my hands touching her. She turned back around and her face was a soft color tint. We were both slightly drunk but still was able to recognize what was going on in our surroundings. I couldn't help but lay a kiss on those pretty plump lips.

It was a real pleasure feeling her kiss back. It was expected. I let her pull away and letting her continue dancing. She was teasing me and damn it I wanted her...

So i got her

The taxi ride back to my hotel felt like it was going on for hours. I opened the door to my room, I had her back against the door. I picked her up letting her legs wrapped around my waist. Our kiss was sloppy and desperate, no order was necessary.

We struggled to get our clothes off once we made it to the bedroom. I laid her down gently before taking my shirt off and letting her take off any piece of clothing she desired. She didn't have a bra on so her chest was immediately exposed to the cold air.

My lips around her hardened nipples as my other free went along to squeeze and grope her. She hummed and I enjoyed the reaction out of her but sadly it wasn't enough to my standards. I went up to her neck licking and biting the sensitive area that didn't take me long to figure out. My hands went down to her legs opening them, helping her slide her lace panties down.

I pulled away to see her now raw, naked body. She was fucking beautiful. She even had some tattoos, and a belly peircing. Fuck. My next move was to eat her alive. I saw her exposed pussy and couldn't help but smirk how wet she was. "You're glistening babydoll" I said slowly lowering myself down. My eyes locked with hers and she was shy at the fact of how I explained how needy she was. It was so fucking cute.

I let my tongue gently rub against her clit and the moans she made was what I was looking for. I continued confidently eating her out, making sure I tasted every drop of her wetness.

Hearing her whine and her fingers getting tangled in my hair was sending me into a frenzy. My jeans getting too fucking tight to handle but I was too busy to even care. All my focuse was on her and her only. Her moans were loud and desperate. Just how I like it.

Her back arches as she pushed my head further into her and of course-i didn't mind that at all. I tongued and finger fucked her hole, letting my other fingers slowly rub against her wet folds. She tasted like sweet sugar; something I never experienced before. I could tell she was close by her breathing patterns. I stopped causing her to groan in annoyance. "I wanna have some fun too~" I cooed lifting my head up to caress her cheek.

I took off my jeans and right when I was lining up to her hole, I had no condom. Fuck, I forgot to buy some earlier. I took a deep sigh smiling at her. "You don't mind me going raw do you babydoll?"

"I don't mind~"

I grinned and slowly pushed inside her. We both let out a sigh of relief feeling each other in intimacy. "Feels good baby?"

I asked. She hummed and that was my go to-to start thrusting. I found a rhythm but didn't necessarily followed it as my pace became desperate when I started to get used to feeling her. She was a moaning mess and her whimpers only made it better. I couldn't help but go a little harder on her.

"Daddy...it feels so good-"

My heart literally did at least two somersaults. I wasn't expecting her to pull that kink card on me and fuck I liked it alot. A little too much. "Oh yeah??" I smirked. I leaned down to kiss her on her neck, biting every possible place that I haven't touched yet. I moved my hand down to rub her clit in circles wanting her to be extra stimulated.

"FUCK..Don't stop please..." She cried out. I just chuckled.

"I had no plans to darlin." I responded, reassuring her. I pulled back and had my hand around her neck choking her. She was the first girl to even let me do this. Her eyes were turning red as it was starting to water. She looked so helpless..so submissive...it turned me on so fucking much. I was nearly close.

"Im gonna...cum...."

"Me too darlin...cum for me..cum for daddy yeah?" I continued to pound into her, the room filled with the sounds of our moans and skin on skin contact. "Fuck.." I quickly pull out and start to stroke myself. I released all of my cum on her stomach just in time. I fell down right beside her as we both tried to relax after coming down from our high.

I turn over to her and saw she was already asleep. It was a perfect opportunity to clean her up and let her rest through the night with me.

The next day

I was woken up by an empty spot in the bed. I frowned but it was flipped when I saw her note on the night stand.

Thank you for last night, I had fun. Sorry I couldn't stay until you woke up though, I had to meet back up with some friends. But here's my number if you still wanna keep contact *** **** - (Name) xoxo

I couldn't believe it, she gave me her number. My heart was honestly beating against my chest hard already.

It was time to head back home and of course, the last person to arrive. The others looked pretty bummed. "Good morning everyone...why the long faces?" I asked in concern. They just sighed. "I didn't get no action, nor sleep because all I heard was you and that girl" Kirk said as he had his arms crossed.

Lars couldn't help but blush out of embarrassment at the last part, but at the same time-couldn't help but laugh. "Seems like I'm the only one that got action huh? oh boy do I have a story to tell~"

a/n : Im still getting the hang of writing smut so please be kind!!!

dividers: cr to owners

[ticklygiggles]

New Year's Resolutions| Victuuri

Collab with @otomiyaa ✨

A/N: Our first Collab of the year 🥺 Even though Ginny already retired, I keep bothering her, asking her to do collaborations together. Thanks for accepting again, my deeear! I have a blast as always~ I looove you ❤️

Summary: it's the fresh start of a new year and Victor and Yuuri find themselves talking about their resolutions.

Words: 1.8k

The first couple of days of the new year found them curled up in bed, sleeping with their legs intertwined, hugging each other and their faces so close together, breathing the same air. It was warm and cozy, in their hearts they couldn't wish to be anywhere else than in each other's arms. They would stay in bed until their bellies started to rumble and right after breakfast, they would jump back to bed to enjoy each other some more. 

A hand sneaking here and there would lead to a giggle or a kiss and then another hand going further down would make one of them let out wonderful pleased sounds that would guide them to consummate their love with kisses and caresses until their bodies got tired and they had to take long naps together. 

It was a lazy routine and at first they both felt a little uncomfortable, especially Victor, who really liked to go out and have a good time, but neither of them could resist the other's warmth and kisses. 

“Yuuri?” Victor had mumbled one morning, his voice still hoarse with sleep as he comfortably laid on his side with Yuuri snuggling against him; his long fingers carding through his lover's hair. 

“Hmm?” Yuuri nuzzled closer to Victor, taking a deep breath when his nose touched Victor's throat. 

“When are you going to tell me your new year’s resolutions?” 

Yuuri didn't immediately answer him, and after a few seconds, Victor thought he had fallen asleep again, but he didn't and when he talked again, Victor jumped slightly. 

Yuuri giggled when he felt Victor flinching and he hugged him tightly. “Are you supposed to share your resolutions?” 

“Hmm, I don't see why not. I can share mine with you and maybe you can join me in some resolutions and I can join yours?” 

“... I see. Alright.” Yuuri yawned. “You first.” 

A charming low chuckle could be heard from his husband. Ah, husband… Yuuri was still stuck in his sweet bubbly feelings when he felt Victor pinch his lower side playfully, making him let out a weird strangled noise.

“Don’t be mean Yuuri, I asked you first,” Victor argued, making Yuuri giggle.

“Okay okay!” Yuuri huffed, and he was very aware of Victor’s hand that remained on his side, but it did not move again, so he held his breath and thought for a moment.

“I would like to try more recipes. Learn to cook more good food for you, Vitya. Also eat good food together.”

“That sounds nice,” Victor agreed.

“I’d also like to visit more places. We talk more about traveling and don’t actually do it. Let’s visit some new places this year,” Yuuri continued, now feeling inspired. 

“Oh, and pick up my old workout routine. Maybe you could help me, coach,” Yuuri said playfully. He tingled when Victor’s thumb rubbed his side in approval.

“I’ll help you, student,” he said.

“Another resolution is… To tell you that I love you, more than I did last year. Hmm… Yeah,” Yuuri said, and he yawned sleepily. 

“I’m touched, Yuuri,” Victor said fondly. 

“Now, tell me yours?” Yuuri moved closer against him if that was even possible. He was pressed tightly against Victor and nuzzled him like a cat. 

“My new year’s resolution…” Victor thought out loud, and Yuuri could feel his hands on his body climb up - the one on his side trailing up his ribcage, the other moving from his waist further up as well, and he tensed up.

“Victor?” he whispered curiously, but Victor was still humming, deep in thought.

“Ah, yes. My only resolution is to tickle Yuuri more.” And suddenly his fingers dug into Yuuri’s sensitive torso, drawing out a loud pitchy laugh from him.

“Vityahaha! Nohoho!” he howled, but he had given himself quite the position in his lover’s arms and it seemed he was going to be stuck there for a while as Victor continued to tickle him with quick and playful scribbles.

“What do you mean no, Yuuri?” Yuuri’s cheeks flushed hearing Victor's teasing tone as his fingers wiggled against his ribs, making him throw his head back with loud laughter. “You have to help me with my resolutions since you're in them!”

Yuuri shook his head, shrieking as Victor moved down to his tummy, under his shirt. “You tihihihickle mehehe plehehenty ahahalreahady!”

Victor only hummed and Yuuri cackled, jumping and jerking as his lover's hands jumped from spot to spot, gently squeezing, scratching, poking and jabbing at his warm, ticklish skin. No matter how hard Yuuri tried to cover his weakest spots, Victor already knew the map of his body by memory and his fingers found every little patch of skin that had him shrieking.

“Yuuri!” Victor whined when Yuuri almost caught his hand. “Stop trying to stop me! I'm trying to do something here!”

“Dontticklemethere! Dohohon't tihihickle me thehehere- ahahaha!” Yuuri squeaked when Victor grabbed one of his wrists and pulled it above his head, exposing his underarm. “Plehehehease, Vihihihictor!” 

“Don't act as if you don't enjoy this, my love,” Victor purred and so his fingers finally touched his very vulnerable underarm.

Yuuri’s eyes widened before squeezing shut and he threw his head back, howling hysterically. It tickled so bad! It was way too early for this! And yet… he felt warmth and happy tingles spread through his body. Victor wasn’t wrong, it’s not like he didn’t enjoy this particular feeling. Laughing at his relentless husband’s mercy.

“Lehehehet go ohohof my ahaharm ahahahaha!” Yuuri kicked his legs when Victor wouldn’t stop tickling his helplessly exposed underarm.

“Alright, but promise you won’t move.” Victor was quick to agree and buried both hands under Yuuri’s arms, thumbs rubbing into the center areas of his armpits and tickling Yuuri so bad he was shrieking.

“Nahahaha Vityahahaha!” He flailed his arms and instinctively tried to push him away.

“You promised not to move!” Victor gasped. 

“I dihidn’t prohohomise ahahanything huwhaha!” The last bits of sleepiness were completely gone as Victor pinned him down and tickled Yuuri’s sides and ribs with admirable determination. 

Yuuri tried to keep in his laughter in an attempt to make Victor lose interest, but that was an impossible task when he was already laughing like a mad man, especially when he felt Victor chasing after his hips. He shrieked, panicking, trying to squirm away from those mean fingers wanting to dig into the soft and terribly ticklish flesh of his hips. 

“Hey, what are you hiding from me, huh? Why do you keep moving away, Yuuri? Am I going for your best spot?” 

Yuuri shook his head, but he then screamed with laughter when Victor finally grabbed at his hips and started squeezing them. He jolted and squirmed wildly, tears of laughter falling down the sides of his face. Victor laughed too, teasing Yuuri with comments about how ticklish he was and saying that his resolution was going just fine. 

Yuuri could barely speak as he was cackling his lungs out, his hands uselessly trying to catch Victor's, but noticing that wouldn't work, he gather the bit of strength he had left and moved both his hands under Victor's arms, his fingers wiggling into the warmth of his armpits. The sound that left Victor's mouth was inhuman and Yuuri laughed even harder as his lover's hysterical laughter replaced his own. 

“Oh my god, Yuuri!” He said in English before throwing his head back in ticklish hysteria. “NAHAHAT THEHERE! YOU TRAHAHAITOHOR!” 

It was actually hilarious that Victor tickled him so much when he was this ticklish himself. Yuuri blushed at the reconfirmation: he really didn’t mind Victor tickling him to death sometimes. However right now…

“Traha-traitor? Me? N-now why would you say that, honey?” Yuuri teased breathlessly as he managed to overpower Victor with tickles. Victor fell back, and Yuuri chased after him and continued the tickle attack under his arms, taking along some of those sweet spots on his upper ribcage as well.

“YUUREhehehe! Nohoho! Hohohonehehey!” Victor could return the pet names or anything, but nothing was better than this. Yuuri smiled fondly and wiggled his fingers mercilessly against his husband’s tickle spots.

“You’re the one training me, coach. Don’t tell me you forgot I’ve got stamina for two?” Yuuri asked, still out of breath a little but handling his teases toward Victor quite well. Victor cackled and squeaked, flopping adorably underneath him.

“I knohohow! Buhuhut my rehehesolution - ahahaha!” 

Yuuri cocked his head and concentrated on that great spot between Victor’s ribs. “Your resolution?” he asked dreamily, staring at the blush on Victor’s cheeks as he tickled him.

“Tihihickle you - wahhaah! Nohohot thihihis!” 

Yuuri nodded, taking in that sweet laughter. “But I like this a lot, too. I might add one more resolution,” he said. “Also, didn't you say we could join each other's resolution? I might want to tickle you more this year as well!” 

Victor shook his head as he shrieked with laughter. “Mehehercy on thihihis old mahahahan! Ack! Yuhuhuhurihihihi!” 

Yuuri giggled, “now you're an old man? Don't act as if you don't enjoy this, Vitya,” Yuuri giggled brightly, seeing Victor's cheeks flush pink. It was true that Yuuri was the one that really liked being tickled, but maybe after so much time together, Victor had started to like it as well and that made Yuuri's heart jump excitedly inside his chest. 

“I dohohon't- ahahahah, Yuuhuhuhuri! Leheheave my poohohohor ahaharmpihihits alohohone!” 

“Sorry, didn’t catch that,” Yuuri said, and he couldn’t hold back a giggle at his own bad joke. He could hear and understand each word Victor sputtered through his hysterical laughing fit, but that didn’t stop him and his fingers from enjoying this game a little bit longer.

Only when Victor started to sound really tired, Yuuri slowly stopped his attack, and he smirked. “Mercy?” he asked, poking Victor one more time. Victor nodded tiredly and snorted.

“Yeheheah whahatehehever!” he laughed. Yuuri finally moved back in their previous embrace. They were now both all messy; messy hair, sweaty, teary and blushy faces, and each wearing a huge smile as they caught their breath while staying in each other’s arms. They both sighed deeply and looking at each other's eyes, they couldn't help but break into loud laughter again.

Yuuri thought holding each other like this, laughing and giggling and sneaking some tickles here and there, was the perfect way to start the year and he hoped dearly inside his heart that he could spend all this new year with Victor like this, loving each other and enjoying silly little moments together. 

“Yuuri?”

“Hmm?”

“We'll have a great year,” Victor said softly, his eyes a bit droopy, feeling sleepy after their little tickle fight. “We’ll go to new places and eat yummy food together and I'll tickle your little head off every chance I get.” Yuuri giggled, feeling fingers walking up the curve of his waist. “So be ready, Yuuri, because we'll have a blast! People will get mad they only see our pictures on Instagram.” 

Yuuri smiled and nodded before kissing Victor's lips gently. “I love you, Victor.” 

He knew every year would be enjoyable if Victor was with him. 

[fakesimp]

Loving you, With Luca Kaneshiro

Warning !

Fluff ; Crack ; Mentions of Marriage ; Established Relationship

A/n !

Nooo, I did not listen to the wedding vp, much to my despair, I don't have the money, well that doesn't matter, I am here to feed you with all I can !

➶◜◝➴

Sleeping, or to be precise, you fell asleep waiting for your Beloved Golden Retriever.

What is he doing? He is doing his job of course, he also told you to play with the dog he just bought ! You see the golden retriever as a duplicate of your lover, they are literally the same. But just different species.

Moving on, You fell asleep on the touch, companied by the Golden Retriever on your chest. Sleeping with you too, you were playing with them as you wait, but your eyes were so heavy that you decided to take a quick nap, and as if the dog understand how you felt, they jumped on to your lap, slowly crawling up to your chest and laid down on your chest.

Both of you slept soundly, until you heard a door clicking, it was so faint, you opened your eyes and then see the bright ceiling, soon you felt something small and heavy on your chest, oh right.

It's the dog, it decided to sleep with you. You lower your eyes and see the dog sleeping peacefully on your chest, you smiled at the sight, soon after you heard a pair of shoes echoing on the hallway. You gently placed the dog on your lap as you rise yourself up, surprising the blonde.

"W,woah-! I thought you were in our room-!" A familiar voice rang into your ear, you look towards the owner of the voice, smiling warmly at him. "Welcome back home Luca" You greeted him, he returned your smile and walk up to you. His eyes then landed on a golden thing- oh wait, it's his dog. On your lap, he blinked and stared at it for a good minute. "Luca?" His eyes flicker up to yours when you call his name, he smiled, "Hm?" "You're staring" He blinked multiple times and then let out a breathy laugh before leaning in and kissed your forehead. "Sorry, the dog distracts me for a minute."

. . .

You had put the dog in his place, since they're sleeping, you are now waiting for Luca on the bed, he's currently showering, you can hear him humming a song as he walked out of the bathroom, looking around the room and then stopped when he sees you on the bed. He put the towel away as he approached you, he laid down next to you, he then propped his arms up, resting his chin on his palm. "Babe, you know.." He lowered his eyes for a moment before looking back up at you.

"I was thinking about this one thing, it has been going through my mind recently" He smiled at you as his other hand reach out to yours, gently grazing his thumb along your knuckles, "I was wondering," he kept on stopping mid sentences, it made your curiosity grow each second.

Somehow your heart also beats faster than usual,

"How would it be if we are bound together, till our last breath? "

He stared down at your hand, his thumb stopped and gently rubbing your ring finger.

His eyes flickered up to you, your mouth slightly agape as you instantly understood what he meant, "You.. want to grow old together, ...with me?" You asked slowly, and his smile grows wide. "Yeah, I mean, ...well, of course I do, how about you? Do you want to grow old with me?" Instead of answering you immediately jumped towards him, wrapping your arms around him, smiling, also trying to hold back tears. "Of course I do!"

Luca hold you tight as you are now on top of him, he kissed the top of your head as he wrapped his arms around you, letting out a breathy laugh.

"It is a plan then"

©fakesimp . 2023

A/n !

And that, is, all ! Hope you enjoyed this ! floofy with Luca Kaneshiro, special mention his new pet dog fufu~

[whatdoidosatoru]

First Date (Keisuke Baji x OC) chapter 1

PART 1 of The Only Exception

experimental emo!baji fic (Baji x OC that's just reader but with a name because i'd rather shoot myself than write y/n)

part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - ao3

Both, Baji and OC are into alternative music and I've tried to not describe OC physically so she can be anyone :)

pairing: Keisuke Baji x reader

word count: 7.2k

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

I don't know how to tag but here goes nothing: oral sex (both receiving), fingering, slight dirty talk, face-fucking, penetrative sex, bathroom sex, slight asshole!baji, fem!reader

The met at a night club and turn it into a whole thing, songs to go with the story:

𝆕 Playlist

18 - Anarbor

First Date - blink-182

Bring Me To Life - Evanescence

The River - Good Charlotte

Ocean Avenue - Yellowcard

Sex on Fire - Kings of Leon

DONTTRUSTME - 3OH!3

Cherrypie - Warrant

Rebel Love song - Black Veil Brides

The day of the event finally came. I’d been looking forward to Emo Nite for almost a month now, ever since my best friend called me screaming that the new date had been announced. You’d think being in university with the event manager would help stifle the excitement over it since we could get any information about it whenever we wanted, but it’d been months since the two of us had gone out anywhere. It was the only thing on my mind as I dragged myself through my lectures, 3 pm could not have come any sooner. Finally, as the last lecture of the day came to an end, I started packing up my notes, trying to figure out what I was going to wear. 

My apartment was a short walk away from the university, the club, and our favourite gym, therefore this entire day was made that much easier as I didn’t have to depend on public transportation to get anywhere. 

Just as I opened the front door to my place that I shared with my best friend and roommate, I was attacked by my favourite playlist blasting from her room, the playlist I had made for her to get in the zone for these kinds of parties, all consisting of the music I had got moaned at for listening to in my teens. It very obviously was not a phase, mom. 

“You should put on 3OH!3” I let myself into her room.

“I don’t know what that means!!” She was frantically going through her wardrobe looking for something to wear.

“Give me the phone, trust me,” I said with a wink.

I clicked on the song and noticed some of my own clothes strewn over her bed, evidence that both of us currently had the same issue to decide on. I loved showing her the music I u̶s̶e̶d̶ t̶o̶ listen to as she never got to experience peak emo and scene culture in the town where she grew up. 

“What the fuck kind of line is ‘I’m a vegetarian and I ain’t fucking scared of him’”

“Mai, don’t question peak songwriting. It’s iconic.” 

She rolled her eyes, but I knew she was enjoying it. 

It was my turn to cook so I got to work preparing food for both of us before a well-deserved rest. Since I’d never been good at estimating the amount of rice needed for two people, there was now a full pot of leftovers that I promptly put away while cleaning up. 

The music blasting from Mai’s room was making me dance around the kitchen and postponing the tiredness I’d felt ever since opening my eyes in the morning. To take advantage of that burst of energy, I cleaned up all surfaces in the kitchen and dining room, giving Mai a break from her turn for cleaning that day, and moved on to the bathroom, where I made sure everything looked decent enough not to put me into a slump when we wake up the next day. Satisfied with the work, it was time to take a short nap before going to the gym. 

“Maybe this was a mistake, maybe we were too ambitious to plan to go out after the gym.” My friend complained on the way home.

“Well, maybe you should’ve done a low-intensity set like me like I told you! Because I’m feeling great!”

“I’m too old for this shit.”

“You’re 22! I dread to think how you’ll feel when you’re 80.”

She just stuck her tongue out at me in response. 

Both of us felt rejuvenated after a shower and it was high time to start getting dressed and doing our makeup. The playlist was back on and so was the random singing and shouting. I decided on a black blink-182 top, black jeans that are so ripped that I put fishnets on underneath, and an oversized denim jacket over the top.

The guitar pick necklace matched the t-shirt and all that was left was to put a fuck ton of eyeliner on. I went into Mai’s room to check on her and, damn, she looked incredible. She’d fit right in with her shorts, completely ripped black tights, Linkin Park t-shirt, and a plaid shirt wrapped tightly around her waist. I wolf-whistled.

“Not sure I can let you out like that, Mai.”

“Is something wrong with it? Is it too much? Oh no it’s too much isn’t it…”

“Hell no I’m just thinking of the best way to swat people away when they start swarming you.”

She smirked at the comment “You look just like you did in your old photos…just with better hair.”

“Please don’t remind me, I can still smell the hair spray.”

We sat on the floor and started doing our makeup, occasionally changing songs on her speakers and cracking stupid jokes. When we were done it was around 10 pm and Mai insisted on taking photos before leaving. My eyeliner sort of matched her plaid shirt, big black wings with red lines underneath, on my inner corners, and slicing through my eyebrows. On the lips, I opted for black-red ombre lipstick hoping it doesn’t transfer onto my cup of whatever I chose to drink. 

The walk to the club was pleasant as it wasn’t too cold or too hot. With those last breaths of fresh air of the night, we walked in and found our names on the list to be let inside. The space wasn’t very big, but it had only a few open windows so I felt sweat dripping down my back almost as soon as we got to the dance floor. Waving at the DJ and the event manager, we made our way to the bar. Mai started flirting with the bartender and I really had to respect the swiftness with which she got her first free drink of the night.

I grabbed my extortionately priced can of Red Bull and a straw and headed to the floor. There was quite a big crowd of people on one end of the room so we danced our way to the other side. The big reason why I loved going out with Mai is that she left all her shyness at home and sang from the top of her lungs even if her words were wrong. I, on the other hand, had to be broken out of my shell every time. 

After a while, having gotten comfortable with a big crowd of people all around us, I started noticing familiar faces walking in. Some of Mai’s friends from one of her lectures were there and we very quickly joined them in carving out some space for our group on the dancefloor. I could feel the makeup melting and everyone was getting water to freshen up so I decided to venture out to find the nearest toilet. Mai followed me out and kept singing as we walked past a group of guys, one of whom nearly knocked me into the wall.

“Watch it, assholes!” She shouted after them as I was regaining balance.

There was broken glass stuck in the soles of my vans and I could feel it scrape the floor as I walked on. 

“I swear some people don’t understand the concept of personal space, are you okay?” her worrying was adorable.

“Yeah, I just have to pick out the glass from my soles now. He didn’t even apologise, did he?”

“Nah, that’s okay I’ll find him back inside and feed him my fist though, don’t you worry.” I laughed as she pretended to punch the hand dryer. We tried to dab some sweat off of our faces with toilet paper but soon gave up as it would probably build up as soon as we stepped back into the room. Heading back, my favourite song came on and I had to sprint to get back to our group and share my excitement with others. 

“I really fucking love this song!” I shouted into someone’s ear, only to realise it was not one of my people, but the very asshole that pushed me in the hallway minutes before, along with his friends. He looked me up and down and, smirking like I was a child expressing their enjoyment of an animated film, chuckled “Good for you”.

I turned to find Mai, but she had already seen the interaction and followed what happened with raised eyebrows. 

“Was that…”

“Someone that still needs to get punched for being a dick? Yeah that’s the guy.”

“Mai, he’s hot. Why didn’t you tell me he was this hot! I would’ve pushed myself to save him the trouble of doing it himself if he needed me to!”

“I can’t hear half the words you just said and I don’t think I want to. You’re too sexually frustrated for your own good.”

Still I couldn’t stop picturing his face as he looked me up and down. Did he like what he saw? Did he find me cringe? Did he realise I was the person he pushed? I could’ve sworn I caught a glimpse of adorable fangs in his mouth, was he one of those weirdos that wore fake fangs to emo events?

Mai dragged me to the bar to get another drink, but I kept scanning the room to find the asshole vampire guy. With a new can in hand, I went towards the DJ to talk to the event manager. She was a really cool girl I had met waiting for our professor to start the lecture because both of us wore the same band t-shirt. Ever since she started organising these parties, Mai and I have been on the list and stayed until the very end of the party. 

“What’s wrong? You never not sing along to Ocean Avenue,” Hana waved in front of my face. Mai chuckled and told her I was just too horny to function. 

“Who’s the target tonight?” Hana asked with a massive grin.

“That long-haired asshole next to the bar,” Mai pointed towards him and his group of friends, all of them with drinks in their hands and not really dancing or looking like they were there for the music.

They kept talking while I made my way back out of the room to get some air and space to think. When someone stood next to where I was crouching, I assumed it was Mai trying to get me back inside.

“Sorry about pushing you earlier,” a voice that definitely wasn’t Mai’s said.

I looked up and was greeted by a pair of bronze eyes and a serious face framed by long black hair. Leaning on the wall with hands in his pockets, it was Asshole Vampire from before. The one I couldn’t stop looking for in the crowd, now he stood next to me where I could hear him better. I quickly stood up and swayed a little from getting up too fast. 

“I didn’t think you even noticed someone falling and stepping on glass because of you.” My voice was vibrating from screaming along with the music earlier.

“I know it’s not really an excuse, but I tried to get back as soon as possible to hear the song that was playing. I love Black Veil Brides.” He chuckled and looked down.

I looked him over, he was wearing a white button-up shirt that was slightly unbuttoned, black jeans, and black Converse. His hair was long and shiny, falling forward nonchalantly. 

“I will say that just might be a good enough reason, I’ll try to call off the hit I put on you.” I tried sounding casual despite the fact that he was standing so close to me I could feel the warmth of his body.

“That would be great, thanks. You have a good music taste, apparently. Good Charlotte is one of my favourite bands.”

I looked at him and blushed, that meant he definitely knew it was me shouting in his ear earlier.

“Yeah, sorry about that, I thought you were someone I knew.”

He looked amused, “I’m Keisuke. Now I’m also someone you know.”

I shook his hand, trying to secretly admire his beautiful long fingers. “Yuna. I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”

“I’ve never managed to get my friends to come with me before, and I’m not the type to go out to clubs by myself.”

“Well, I hope you get them to come next time as well, I’ve been to every Emo Nite and they’re always amazing. I’m friends with the event manager as well.” Wow shut up, I thought to myself, who gives a shit. 

“They’re not really into the same music, that’s why we’re just standing there like statues. Just observing. Like a bunch of creeps.”

That made me shiver a bit. Was I actually holding a conversation with this guy? If only Mai could see me now…she’d probably run over to punch Keisuke in the face. 

“I get it, luckily, my friend is discovering this music now and likes it, I’ve been into it since I was probably 10.”

“Ahhh, the right age to sing about all the greatest pains in life, back before you even knew what the real world was.” He stared ahead like he knew that pain now.

“Yeah, but it’s been 12 years since then, and it’s still my day-to-day music.”

“You’re 22 then?” He looked back at me, “Are you from around here? We could’ve been in the same year..”

“I moved here for university.” Okay great, he was my age and he had the same music taste. I couldn’t help but wonder what his lips would taste like…

“You know I can see you staring at my lips, right?” He grinned, obviously very pleased with himself having caught me staring.

“Hm? Oh…yeah. You’re insanely gorgeous, sorry,” I cringed at myself. What the fuck is wrong with me? May as well go get Mai and head home, there is no way I could enjoy my night after this. A soft chuckle escaped his mouth “Likewise, I didn’t get a very good look at you inside, but now that I can see you properly, I’m really glad I came out to check on you.”

Wait, what? “Check on me?”

“It seemed like you were unwell, and when you headed out I wanted to make sure you didn’t collapse or something,” he shrugged. My heart started pounding, he was looking at me inside? He worried about me? He wanted to help me? Woah. 

“That’s very kind, coming from the guy who almost flattened me with the wall.”

He threw his head back and laughed, “Are you going to hold that against me forever?”

“Maybe,” I smiled at him, “unless you make it up to me.”

He turned to face me completely.

“Well, how about we head back inside to enjoy some music together, and you think of a way for me to me it up to you?”

I took in his gorgeous jawline and the canines peeking through his lips.

“Lead the way, Keisuke.”

We went back inside, I immediately started scanning the crowd for Mai or Hana. They waved me over to them and I grabbed Keisuke’s hand to lead him to them. Mai’s eyes went wide and I knew we were going to have to talk about this later.

“Keisuke, this is Mai, my best friend, and that’s Hana, she organised this event,” I shouted into his ear, inhaling the scent of his hair.

Mai looked him up and down and Hana shook his hand. I was pleading with Mai with my eyes not to beat the shit out of him right then and there, signalling that I didn’t want him dead.

“I’m going to stay over at Hana’s tonight, if that’s okay with you, Yuna.” Hana turned to her with questions in her eyes, but Mai pinched her arm and smiled at her. 

Was she trying to give me some kind of a signal? Keisuke looked between us, all I could do was just nod and go dance. It seemed too convenient that the next song that was playing was a slow one. Keisuke grabbed my hand, “I assume you want to dance to blink-182,” he nodded at my t-shirt and necklace. 

I couldn’t believe it. We’d been dancing for several songs now, surprisingly, he’s actually got rhythm. Mai decided to stay with Hana and not come back for me, which normally never happens. It was always the two of us against everyone in the room. Maybe she saw the tension between Keisuke and me - wait…was there tension between Keisuke and me? He was looking down at me and smiling most of the time, save for when he was belting out to the music. Especially when both of us were singing the wrong lyrics to Fall Out Boy. After a while, he dragged me to the hallway to speak to me.

“Do you want to get out of here?” He looked at me intensely. It took me a few seconds to catch on.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Do you live nearby?”

This wasn’t weird, right? To the rational part of my brain, it sounded like a bad idea, but I’d been imagining what his lips would feel like on my neck for a good part of the night. 

“Yeah, walking distance,” As soon as I said that he leaned down and caught my lips with his. I reached for his neck and brought him closer, deepening the kiss. His lips were soft and I could smell his shampoo as his hair fell to tickle my face. There was a low vibration in the back of his throat. When he broke the kiss he looked into my eyes like he was trying to read them. I could get lost just staring at his face. He smiled and took my hand, “Lead the way, Yuna.”

I fumbled around my pockets trying to text Mai while he let his friends know he wasn’t going home with them. It seemed like a fortunate coincidence that Mai was staying over at Hana’s tonight.

Yunaaaaasty, 01:28

i’m going home with vampire guy, am i making the biggest mistake of my life?

Mai Darling, 01:29

thought so :) why did you think i made Hana let me stay over?

Yunaaaaasty, 01:29

you’re a mastermind and i owe you for this

Mai Darling, 01:30

oh yes you do but honestly it’s not as fun singing i’m not okay without you <3333

just let me know if you’re dead or alive in the morning so i can alert the police kbye have fun ;)

I looked up as Keisuke reached for my hand, his grip was so warm it immediately made my heart jump. I could feel warmth pooling in my stomach in anticipation of what might happen in just a few short minutes. Keisuke kept asking me questions about my life on our way there, though I wasn’t exactly sure why he was so curious if this was to be only a one-time thing. Maybe he was trying to determine if I was a psycho killer of some sort…or maybe he was? Oh well, he was so gorgeous I wouldn’t mind dying if it meant having some fun with him beforehand. 

We walked up the stairs and he started kissing behind my ear. My skin felt tight in anticipation of his touch and I felt myself shiver as his kisses trailed down to my neck.

“You’re distracting me, I’m trying to get us inside at least,” I chuckled at him.

“How long does it normally take you to unlock your front door?”

“Hey it’s difficult finding the key in this mess of keychains, now I have you making me thinking about uhhh…other things as well.”

He moved to my lips and nipped at my bottom lip. “Oh and what is it that I’m making you think about?” There is no way I was saying that out loud outside my apartment, so I just pushed the door open and dragged him inside after me.

~

I started taking my denim jacket off all the while not breaking the kiss and leading him to my bedroom. I shut the door and clumsily shook off my Vans, starting to unbutton his shirt. He looked at me with hungry eyes, his hands travelling along my hips and up to my breasts. Luckily, the fairy lights around my bed frame were left on so I could see his eyes as he was drinking in the lust in my eyes. When he shrugged off his shirt, he started unbuttoning my jeans and pushed me toward my desk, still messy with my coursework and at least four dictionaries and other heavy tomes. I broke the kiss to put the books away when he chuckled, “Damn, I was kind of hoping to knock it over in the heat of the moment and eat you out on top of the desk,” As hot as that would’ve been, this was the product of a month of research and hard work and it deserved to be put away safely.

“If I hadn’t spent all my sanity working on this paper I would say yes.”

“Can I still eat you out at least?” I felt my knees threatening to give out, why was his saying that so damn hot? 

“Please,” I moaned into his mouth and started to peel my fishnets off when he grabbed my hands to stop me.

“Keep them on,” his breathy voice rolled into my ear, “but how attached are you to those panties?”

This confused me, but he already grabbed the fabric of my underwear and started ripping them on the side and casting them away. He lifted me up and put me on top of my desk, now trailing his mouth down my torso to where my panties were a few seconds ago. His large hands ripped the crotch of my tights and started putting his hair up into a ponytail. I hadn’t noticed the hair tie that had been around his wrist until he took it off and held it with his teeth.

My head spun when he lowered his lips to my heat and started to lick long strokes between the folds. Leaning back on my hands, I let out a breathy moan that made him chuckle into me and start sucking on my clit.

“Oh my..Keisuke yes,” I couldn’t keep it in anymore, his tongue swirled all around the most sensitive area and when I looked down at his face his eyes were set on me, as if he needed to make sure I was coming undone. As if my moans and hitched breaths weren’t enough of a sign, he needed to see it with his own eyes. 

My hand went to the base of his ponytail to bring him closer to me, as I did so it felt like he dug in with an even stronger intensity than before. I was nearing my peak when he inserted a finger inside me. I could feel his lips spreading into a smile when he saw my reaction like he was saving that move until the end.

“Let go, Yuna. If you cum on my tongue now I’ll let you ride me.” That was all that was needed to push me over the edge and make me shake with pleasure while his hand held me down on the desk. 

He got up and pulled my t-shirt off, slowly unbuckling my bra and adding it to the pile of clothes on the floor. Keisuke let his hair back down and started pulling my hair into a ponytail, tying it with his hair tie. I pushed him onto my bed and crawled up to his crotch, pulling his jeans down as he pushed his Converse off his feet.

When I pulled down his boxers I was met with his hard cock slapping his abdomen and, looking up into his eyes, gave the head an experimental lick. His eyelashes fluttered and he closed his eyes so I took it as a sign to continue. 

Keisuke let out the sweetest moan when I took as much of his length as I could into my mouth, one hand on his shaft, the other on the balls. With long, circular motions, my tongue slid all over his cock, licking off any drops of precum it dripped.

His balls were in my hand, softly being massaged, causing him to huff and moan softly. His hand reached for my hair and grabbed it to lead me how he wanted me. He held me in place as his hips thrust up. As his thrusts got more and more frantic, my throat had had enough, so I released his balls from my hand and grabbed the hand that was holding my ponytail signalling I needed a break.

He released me and dragged me up to his face to kiss me, but I had to get things moving to get him inside of me as soon as possible. 

Leaning over to my bedside table, I pushed aside my phone and Polaroid camera, grabbed a condom from the drawer, and turned on some music, “Alexa, play Oh My Word It’s Happening playlist.” When the first song started playing, he let out a laugh,

“Really, First Date?” 

“Hey, I want to make this night last forever, okay?”

I handed him the condom and straddled his abdomen, leaning in to kiss him deeply. Keisuke’s hair was spread over the pillow like a dark halo, framing his beautiful face, I almost forgot how to breathe. His hands were trailing along my thighs, still covered with fishnet tights, as I positioned myself above his hard cock, slowly lowering myself down, his eyes rolling back and filthy moans escaping his soft lips.

When I sunk fully onto his cock, I couldn’t help myself but let out a high-pitched moan which seemed to wake him from the bliss he was in. He grabbed my hips and helped me bounce myself on him. The thickness that spread my walls made me feel full, and each thrust scratched an impossible itch inside me. When Keisuke started grunting with each thrust I knew he was nearing his peak. I reached to rub my clit with one hand, but he swiftly knocked it aside and replaced it with his own. I threw my head back in pure pleasure and let out all the pent-up pressure from my throat as I came all over his dick, he followed soon after with an animalistic moan and stopped thrusting. 

He looked spent and let go of my hips, I needed to burn the image of him lying underneath me into the insides of my eyelids. I reached over to grab my camera,

“Do you mind if I take one of you?” I motioned with the camera. He gave me a small smile,

“Is this some kind of a psycho killer trophy you’re collecting?”I couldn’t help but laugh,

“Maybe, but I want to remember this.” He nodded with a blissful smile, so I looked through a viewfinder and pushed the button. Putting the camera aside, I got off of him and lay next to him, gently taking the condom off and launching it into the bin.

~

“I feel obligated to mention that I’ve never done this before,” He raised his eyebrow at my comment, causing me to correct myself, “I mean, I’ve never brought someone home like this, especially after just meeting them.” He was tracing shapes on my stomach, all the while staring into my eyes.

“Me neither,” he admitted, “I’m still not convinced you’re not some psycho killer taking advantage of young men, taking salacious photos of them, and then disposing of their corpses in the nearby bushes.” I just had to laugh at the notion,

“You seem to have put a lot of thought into this scenario, are you sure you’re not the murderer?” He leaned over to place a kiss on my shoulder,

“Well, I guess we’ll find out soon enough.” Looking over at him, I took in his loose hair, now messy and half-resting on my pillows.

“Honestly, after this, I think I would gladly let you kill me. I don’t remember the last time I felt this good.” When Keisuke pulled me closer to him, resting his hand on my hip, I swear I could have floated away.

After some conversation that sounded way too casual considering the way we had just made each other feel, I heard Keisuke’s stomach rumble so I offered to get him some food and dragged him out of bed and into the kitchen. He managed to put his boxers back on while I put on my pyjama top and we made way to investigate the food situation. 

“I’ve got some leftovers from today, I mean, I guess it’s technically yesterday now.” I pulled out the tub with leftover fried rice and chicken and stuck it into the microwave while he inspected the fridge door that was littered with polaroids of Mai and me, some from our work with other coworkers, some of us cuddling her cats from back home, some of our birthday and end-of-exams parties, and others of my old dance group from different competitions we attended.

“You have cats?” He seemed really interested in all individual photos.

“Ah, no, those are Mai’s parents’ cats. They live in the middle of nowhere and have a bunch of animals, unfortunately, we couldn’t get any of her pets here when we moved in,” I pointed at another photo of me with a big black labrador sitting on the beach, “That’s my dog, but he lives with my parents, as I’m too busy to take care of a dog right now.” He nodded and looked over a few more photos before stepping towards me and pushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear. 

At that moment the microwave beeped and I went to grab the food and plate it up. We ate standing in the kitchen, neither of us feeling inclined to move away from each other. Keisuke was stuffing his face like he hadn't eaten in days,

“I think you need to slow down,” I said with a smirk.

“This is amazing, I can’t stop,” he said with his mouth full.

When he was done, he started to put the plates into the dishwasher and I offered him something to drink. With him in the kitchen, I made my way to the bathroom to wipe my makeup off, noticing the lipstick hadn’t transferred at all. Keisuke appeared behind me when I had taken off most of the makeup and started touching my ass. Luckily I didn’t put any underwear on, remembering how he ripped the pair I wore earlier. I looked at him through the mirror and smiled at his gentle caresses. He seemed entranced by my skin and started making his way towards my bare heat. Gently rubbing my sensitive lips, he elicited soft moans from my lips. Our eyes met in the mirror and he returned my smile,

“You’re so beautiful, did you know that? I loved seeing you with  the makeup, but this,” he reached for my cheek with his hand, the other one still rubbing my pussy, “is incredible.” 

He grabbed my face and kissed it, making me moan into his mouth which made him change his approach and sink a finger inside of me. He groaned when my walls sucked his finger in, adding another and hooking them to hit the most sensitive spot inside. My legs started shaking with pleasure, which seemed to amuse him enough to giggle and move to stand right behind me, spreading my legs.

“I don’t know what it is about you,” Keisuke whispered, “but you’re making me feel feral, like no amount of touching you will ever be enough,” his voice was making me wet with desire.

“Feral? We can do it like they do it on the Discovery channel then,” I invited him for another round. I opened one of the drawers under the sink and passed him a condom, causing him to chuckle,

“Very convenient.” 

“We like to be prepared,” he aligned his once again hard cock with my entrance and pushed in, throwing his head back in pleasure, my back arching to get a better angle, still holding the edges of the sink. He pushed into me until I couldn’t take any more and gasped loudly. He stopped and started pulling out and pushing back in, only up to the point I could handle. This angle made hitting the sensitive spot so much easier, it made me gasp and whine with every single one of his thrusts. His hands were squeezing my ass like it was the only thing keeping him grounded on this Earth. His cock was buried deep inside of me, hitting my most sensitive areas, pulling me apart from the inside.

I threw my head back and Keisuke took the opportunity to grab my jaw and pull me towards his face. He was grunting into my ear and kissing my neck, I was certain I wouldn’t last much longer. 

With his teeth, he scraped along my neck. With a cry, I creamed on his cock, which only seemed to make him go faster and harder. “Good girl, hold on tight,” he whispered into my ear, letting go of my jaw and instead holding the base of my ponytail as I held onto the wall in front of me for dear life. One of his hands snaked around me and found my clit, rubbing it in circular motions, sending me into another orgasm, this one louder than the last.

Never breaking pace, he chuckled and smacked my ass three times before returning both his hands on my ass, pulling me into his hips repeatedly.

“Faster Keisuke, please!” I cried out, and he obliged. Soon after that I felt another wave of pleasure threatening to swallow me whole. Just as I started crying out his name again, he moaned into my hair and finished, slowing his thrust leading us both through our orgasms. Once he stopped, our eyes locked in the mirror once more, I didn’t know if I had it in me to smile at him. His cock slid out of me and he took off the condom and threw it away, spinning me around to kiss me with all the energy he had left. I had half a mind to thank him, but I couldn’t form words anymore, I just grabbed his hand and led him back into my bedroom, cuddling into him on the bed. 

~

“Yuna?”

“Hmmm?”

“Are you okay?”

Turning around to face him, I caressed his face, taking in his loose hair, soft eyes, slightly protruding canines, and soft lips. I wanted to look at him forever, there’s something arresting about his face making me incapable of looking away. 

“Why do you ask?” Was he overthinking this whole night? Is he trying to make me start kicking him out so he doesn’t have to make the first move?

“You haven’t said a word since…since we fucked in the bathroom.” His tone was that of worry. 

“I think… you may have taken every ounce of energy that I had saved for conversation,” I said with a giggle, “I came twice before that, and then three times in the bathroom. A girl needs to breathe and rest.”

His smile returned, lighting his face up, I just had to close the distance between us and kiss him softly. 

“How are you feeling?” I wondered, gently caressing his arm.

“Completely empty. I feel like all my worries and stress just,” he made a floating gesture with his hand, “disappeared.” 

“I think we both deserve some sleep, don’t you agree?”

He looked into my eyes as if to read them again, then rolled me over, pressed me into his form, and softly whispered good night.

I grabbed my phone only to be met with a few messages from Mai:

Mai Darling, 2:30

hope you’re not dead because Hana said there’s another party in 2 weeks and she’ll kill us if we don’t come

Mai Darling, 3:15

ok you’re either dead and i have to clean up the apartment of your blood or you’re still fucking and i hope to everything holy it’s the latter and i don’t have to get the blood out of the carpet

Mai Darling, 4:45

i’m gonna choose to believe you’re so fucked out you can’t even pick up your phone. get it girl. Message me when you can though

Yunaaaaasty, 5:20

alive but barely. came five times. hurts my brain to think we have work today. see you soon.

Mai Darling, 5:21

YESSSSSSSS i knew that little bastard had it in him…or more accurately he had it in you! ;)

i’m home around 9, prepare the report and i’m making us some coffee for that piping hot tea

What a weirdo. My eyelids closed to the soft sound of Keisuke’s light snores. 

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With a start, my eyelids flew open to quickly switch off the alarm before it woke up Keisuke. With a groan, he flipped over to his back, hand reaching over to try and locate his phone. He sat up to rummage through the pile of clothes we left on the floor to fish it out of his pocket. 

“Ah, shit. I have work in a few hours,” he looked over at me and smiled, “but that doesn’t mean I can’t stay a tiny bit longer. That is, if you want me here?” His eyes were full of hope.

I pulled him towards me and caught him in a kiss, his hand started wandering underneath the sheets, grabbing my boobs, hips, thighs, pulling me closer. Every time he squeezed me a moan escaped my mouth into his, which seemed to make him more eager each time.

His hands travelled down to my pussy and started to softly spread my folds, ghosting over my clit with each move. In an attempt to get more friction, I started to roll my hips on his hand, desperately trying to unravel the bundle of tension already forming in my belly. He smirked and probed my entrance with a finger, catching the gasp coming out of my mouth with his own. 

I was already reaching back into the drawer to fish out another condom, expecting another round, when his mouth left mine to trail kisses and nibbles down my neck to my collarbone while his other hand was holding my neck. Am I getting into this? His hands are so pretty that I kind of want them around my neck for a little longer. 

“How are you so amazing at this?” I squeezed out between moans. He chuckled, “It’s a curse.”

“Then please curse me again.”

His head snapped up and we locked eyes. Grabbing the condom from my hand he got in my face, “Only because you asked me nicely, gorgeous.”

This time his thrusts were slower, towering over me, leaning on his elbows, his hair fell into my face, smelling of his shampoo and my perfume mixed together. Citrusy and sweet. I hoped the pillow he had slept on kept the scent a little bit longer. His eyes were focused on my face, following every hitched breath as he hit my sensitive spot with every move.

My insides squeezed his length with the desire to keep him inside a bit longer, the slow and lazy motions we were going through seemed very fitting with the chilly morning air coming in through the open window. As fast and rough as last night’s sex was, this morning’s sex was gentle, careful, and deliberate. My hands were firmly planted on his back, nails scratching slowly. I was soon brought to my peak again, this time it wasn’t sudden and needy, but slow and sure. 

“Keisuke I’m close,” I moaned right into his ear, which seemed to set off something in him as his pupils dilated and his movements became needier. Like he’ll drop through the ground into the centre of the Earth if he doesn’t chase our orgasms. 

“Say it again,” he squeezed out through his moans.

“Keisuke! I’m so close, keep it going please!”

“More,” his voice was desperate, his eyes were squeezed shut with concentration.

“Please I need you, Keisuke! You feel so good, you’re making me cum!”

With a cry, we finished in sync and he dropped on top of me, barely breathing just like me. He pulled out slowly and discarded the condom, pushing his hair back from his face. 

“How many times was that?” 

“This was my sixth, but it felt more intense than the ones before.”

The look on his face was that of beaming pride and bliss. “Not bad for one night,” he said with a wink, “but I’m afraid I have to get going if I want to at least shower before work.”

“Where do you work?” Considering how much we talked throughout the night, I didn’t get this important piece of information. Sure, now I knew what his life goals were, how old he was when he broke his first tooth, and how many bikes he had crashed in his childhood, but somehow his place of employment hadn’t popped up.

“Pet zone. The one next to the main square.” He raked his fingers through his hair, leaving me in awe of his lean body and toned arms. He started putting his clothes back on, so I got up to find a new pair of underwear and an oversized T-shirt. 

Now that we were both dressed, we met in the middle of the room with another deep kiss, this time he pulled me into a hug. Huh, we had fucked 3 times and I fed him, but we just hugged for the first time. I could’ve just melted in his arms, but the sound of the front door unlocking made me step away and see him to the door. 

Mai walked in with a big smile on her face and a bag of groceries.

“Good morning sleepyhead, time to start on breakfast!” She said with too much energy for both of us. 

“Actually, I have to get going or I won’t make it to work,” with a quick kiss to my lips, he started for the door.

Mai turned to him as if wondering what he was still doing there.

“Okay, great seeing you, Kazuki,” she said with a smile.

“Likewise, Mirei.”

She frowned slightly, “It’s Mai.”

He smirked, “It’s Keisuke.” He winked at me and closed the door behind him.

Mai turned to me with a grin, “I like him, he can take a joke. Right,” she clapped her hands, marching into the kitchen, “I’m making coffee, you’re getting ready to spill everything. Apart from the coffee, of course.”

With sleep still in my eyes, I made for my bedroom to put the books and papers back onto the desk and let some more air in, since the whole room smelled of sex. As I raked through my hair, I realised his hair tie was still in my hair, I wondered if he left it with me on purpose.

[traffic-was-a-b1tch]

anthem of the heart

(jake kiszka x reader) 18+

summary: you and your best friend move into a new apartment after college, wanting a fresh start in nashville. however, you come to find that your neighbors are musicians. very loud musicians who like to keep you up at night. especially one, who likes to bother you on purpose. you would hate him… if he wasn’t so hot.

warnings for overall series: eventual SMUT!!!, angst, mentions of past abuse (not jake), abuse (not jake), mentions of past sexual assault (not jake), sexual assault (not jake), enemies to lovers, cursing, let me know if I missed any. (i’m still making this series up as I go along so it might change)

warnings for this chapter: SMUT, oral (f rec), fingering, kissing, mentions the SA of chapter three, cursing, softy jake :), let me know if I missed any!

author’s note: hey everyone! were finally getting to the good part ;)!thank you so much for loving this series! let me know if you would like to be added to the tag list! as always, please feel free to give me feedback, requests, comments, etc. enjoy!!!

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Chapter Six:

the words tumbled out of you. first the interview, then tanner, then jake. and more jake.

he haunted your once peaceful mind, filling it with fantasies and his voice. you couldn’t stop.

but kailee was mainly focused on one thing.

“how the hell did tanner find out where you live?”

you shrugged, “I have no idea. I didn’t even tell him we were moving to nashville, just that I was moving away from him.”

she looked you in the eye, serious. “you have to file a police report. they have to know he attacked you.”

you nodded. you did know. but it had been so hard to think these past hours that you forgot that legal action needed to happen. you forgot that he might still come back and you had to have this assault on record.

“can you come with me?”

kailee reached out to cup your face and replied, “after all you’ve been through? facing these things alone? i’ll do whatever you need, honey.”

“well, I wasn’t alone”, you countered, “I had jake.”

she narrowed her eyes, removing her hands and sitting back in her chair. “right. jake. the neighbor.”

you knew that she knew by the way you talked about him, you were aching for him. but you fought it and put up a wall, “yes, our neighbor. who is utterly repulsive and arrogant.”

she nodded with a shit eating smile on her face, obviously seeing right through you.

“you wanna fuck him, huh?”

you threw a decoration pillow at her head, silencing her teasing.

after getting dressed decently, you two went and filed a report. it felt easier, knowing you could squeeze her hand when the questions got worse.

you felt wrongly embarrassed, like it was a black spot on you and not him. kailee noticed, of course, and kept reminding you that it was his fault. his actions, his conscience, his karma that would soon find him.

it went sooner than I thought it would, thankfully. soon we left, both of us feeling relieved.

by the time we got back home it was only 11 am. you decided to take the rest of the day off and nap, hoping to put all your worries of tanner to the side.

you got into comfortable shorts and a t shirt, almost jumping into bed. the world of darkness enveloped you in four seconds flat.

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jake was on top of you.

arms on either side of your head, pining you to the bed. his mouth was hot on your neck, sucking marks into it.

he panted as he trailed hickeys down your neck, breasts, and hips. he bit the skin of your hip, moaning. then he reached his desired destination, lips stopping right above where you needed him most.

he looked up at you and grinned.

“who’s pussy is this?”

“yours”, you choked out.

with that he buried his face in between your legs.

you tried your best to breathe but the way his tongue worked in and out of you made you close already.

he looked up at you for consent as he pushed two fingers into you, turning his mouth to your clit.

he was so. fucking. good.

you were about to come, grinding hopelessly on his face. you were right on the cusp and…

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you woke up in a pool of sweat.

fuck.

you scolded your mind for the cruel dream.

you looked on your phone and saw 6:38 pm. it was dinner time and you were starving.

you changed clothes and walked to the kitchen. you thought about what easy meal you were going to make, considering your exhaustion. but you walked in on kailee, stirring a pot of boiling pasta.

“good morning”, she laughed, “I figured you wouldn’t want to cook so I made spaghetti.”

you made your way behind her, wrapping your arms around her and hugging her tight.

“you always know exactly what I need, kay.”

“mmm”, she agreed and turned to face you, “then might I suggest some dick next?”

your eyes widened as you swatted her for the question.

“I hear our neighbor is available…”, she trailed on.

you swatted her twice more, “kailee!”

she laughed so hard she snorted, which caused you both to erupt in giggles.

“i’m done with this conversation.” you walked away laughing.

dinner was amazing, of course. kailee didn’t like to cook often, but when she did it was a culinary experience.

you washed your dishes, scrubbing lightly at the baby blue plates.

she broke the comfortable silence by saying something you didn’t expect.

“hey, you know i’m just giving you a hard time, right?”

you looked up at her. she was laying on the couch watching reruns of the office, but now her eyes found yours and she wasn’t joking.

“I know I said you needed to get some, but you know I was joking. you’ve been through so much and I know I wouldn’t be in the mood if all that had happened to me. i’m just stating facts though,” she added, “from what i’ve heard, you’ve had some serious tension going on with this jake guy. all i’m saying is yolo, girl.”

you laughed softly, “yeah we did have a few moments, but i’m not sure if he still wants me, you know? maybe i’ll talk to him tomorrow.”

you smiled at each other, she really did know you.

you got into bed, after doing your skincare, needing a minute to read and relax. you opened your book and got through a few chapters before you heard something faintly.

another guitar riff. god, didn’t this guy sleep? you listened closer, the riff sounded like a song you knew. after a second you realized it was ‘do I wanna know’ by arctic monkeys.

you really liked that song, and it was drastically different than what you had heard coming from jake’s apartment before. slower, passionate. almost purposeful.

then you heard kailee calling your name from her room, “ughhh, you’re boyfriend’s at it again! go shut him up!”

“kailee!”, you scolded, walking out the front door.

you made your way to jake’s, knocking only once before the door swung open.

“finally, come on.” jake grabbed the hand that was knocking and pulled you inside.

“jake- what-“, you were so confused.

“it’s about time. we wanted your opinion.”

you looked around to see his bandmates. three other men lounged about the room; one stretched on the couch, one with his bare feet up on the recliner, and one glancing at a gibson magazine up against the wall.

if you would’ve known you were meeting his bandmates, you would’ve changed into better clothes. right now you were only in a cropped fleet foxes shirt and pajama pants.

“opinion on what?”, you questioned.

“we need to settle something. sam”, he pointed to the one on the recliner, “thinks that we should put this one song on the ep, and I think we should put a different one on it.”

sam looked uninterested and tired of arguing, tying his hair in a bun. he wore a dark blue zip up hoodie and black shorts. very short black shorts.

your eyebrows furrowed, “well there’s more people in the band, right? let them decide.”

as much as you were appreciative of jake’s effort for your opinion, you were unsure what this had to do with you.

“I think they’re both idiots and both our songs are perfection that should go on the ep”, the one sprawled on the couch chimed in. he stood, sauntering over to offer his hand, “i’m josh, the better twin between me and mr. grump here.”

you shook it, eyes growing wide.

“twin? now that’s something he hadn’t mentioned.”

josh waved his hand in dismissal, “i’m not surprised, darling. jakey doesn’t want people to know there’s a better looking, more talented version of him walking around.”

you giggled. josh wasn’t bad looking for sure, wearing an abba t shirt, light jeans, and sporting a styled short afro.

jake rolled his eyes and pointed to the one by the wall, “and danny is no good because he doesn’t seem to have an opinion either way.”

danny looked up, “hey, don’t hate on me for being easy, baby.”

he had on a green sweater with his long hair pulled back in a half up look.

damn, were they all hot?

jake looked at you expectantly, waiting for your response.

he was in another tight black t shirt and black sweatpants. still, he looked like a model.

you weren’t sure what he wanted you to say, but you almost felt like he was viewing you as a friend. an energy you hadn’t felt from him yet, but one you welcomed.

“well, what do the songs sound like?”

he flashed a quick smile at you and grabbed your hand, leading you to a back room.

you savored the feeling of his hand in yours, even if it wasn’t romantic. the feeling of his skin on yours was intoxicating.

you quickly realized that he led you to the recording room. he sat you down on the couch against the wall of the producing area, a big panel of buttons and dials visible from your seat. the rest of them had followed and now crowded the small space. josh sat next to you, jake stood at the panel, while sam and danny stood by the door.

“ok”, jake started clicking on the computer next to the panel, “this is the song sam thinks should be on the ep.”

an acoustic guitar intro started and jake added, “it’s called flower power.”

the vibes of the song flowed through the room, making you feel like you were floating. an organ faintly in the distance of the song made you listen closer, wanting more. a voice you recognized as josh drifted in with a unique twinge.

‘she is a lady comes from all around’

you saw josh smile and nod at you, confirming your thought and taking credit for the amazing sound of his singing voice.

‘she’s many places, but she’s homeward bound.’

you were honestly amazed. you had only heard harder rock from through the wall, so the sweetness of this song made you smile. you really liked it.

the song kept on, getting to what was undoubtedly the chorus.

it was so uplifting and beautiful, you felt bad for interrupting their practice so many times. if this was what they were working on, the sleeplessness would’ve been worth it.

‘she’s outta sight, outta sight’

the chorus ended and jake stopped the track. they gazed at your for a reaction.

all you could give them was, “wow, the practice has paid off. that was absolutely beautiful.”

they all smiled, clearly appreciative.

“now”, began jake, “listen to the one I prefer.”

you weren’t sure what you were expecting, but a wave of electric guitar overtook you.

“it’s called talk on the street”, josh leaned to whisper to you.

the music was invigorating, making you sink back down to earth.

‘oh mama, you lie in ruin’

it was rock for sure, but you really liked it. the beat made you want to bang your head to it, feel it all the way to your bones.

jake smiled at your face, contorting with the music. the chorus came slower than expected, but it was still a punch in the face with josh’s voice mixed with electric guitar. fuck, it was good.

‘forgetting the end, as your new life has begun.’

the chorus ended and jake stopped the track again.

“well?”, he tested.

all eyes were on you.

“amazing.” you tried to find more words. “it was incredible.”

sam prodded, “so which do you like more? obviously it’s mine, you just have to say it.”

you smiled and thought for a while.

“I think”, they all leaned closer in anticipation of what you were going to say, “I like both.”

they groaned and began talking at once.

“but neither of them are perfect”, you added.

they stopped, questioned glances being shot at you.

“flower power was amazing-“, you said.

“yes, exactly”, sam cut you off.

“but”, you explained, “I think it would sound better with more of the organ sound in it. it’s too faint right now, so it only delivers half the feeling of love and passion I think you want in a song like this.”

they looked stunned. but they had asked for your opinion, and you intended to give it to them.

“as for talk on the street”, you continued, “it’s just a little too slow. the song is about gossip, right? gossip spreads fast. use that metaphor to your advantage and just up the tempo a few beats. it will also be able to carry more of a punch.”

they never took their eyes off of you as they took your critiques in.

“but that’s just my opinion. I mean, it’s your music.” you started to worry that you said too much.

josh was the first to break, laughing in disbelief. “damn, I didn’t expect you to dissect it that much but… it was incredibly helpful.”

he looked at you with appreciation and said to the boys, “I agree with her.”

danny and sam nodded at each other and started planning how to incorporate more of the organ.

jake just looked at you, impressed.

josh put his arm around you, laughing, “wow, jakey. where did you find this girl?”

jake’s eyes never left you as he replied with a curved smile, “just next door.”

the energy was different. it made your heart beat fast and full, feeling him like you never did before. you felt his appreciation radiate from his spot in the room.

“and a fleet foxes shirt? too good to be true!” josh pulled your attention back to him by asking you what your favorite fleet foxes song was.

you spent some time talking with the group of boys for a while about music until they decided they were tired and said goodbye. being around them all made you forget that it was almost 2 am.

maybe that was why they played until so late in the night.

the three boys funneled out of the front door, still brainstorming for their ep, leaving you and jake in his apartment.

“wow”, you giggled, “they were fun. that was more enjoyable than I expected.”

he smiled and started walking towards you, “they like you.”

you were really happy about that. you had always been one for making new friends and always hoped people liked you. you felt your grin beaming.

he got closer, your grin slipping a bit. it was replaced with an unsure expression, your mouth opening slightly.

he stopped right in front of you, lifting his hand to graze your arm.

“we all have that in common.”

you froze. his hand trailed slowly up your arm, to your shoulder. he continued up your neck and to your face. he brushed his thumb on your cheek, looking you in the eyes.

he lowered his face closer, leaving just a small space between you. you were both panting in anticipation, your mouths just inches apart.

just as you though he was going to lean to connect your lips, he backed away, turning and running his hands over his face.

“we can’t. you aren’t ready for all this yet.” he scolded himself.

“jake…”, you begged. you wanted this. you were ready for him.

he turned back to look at you pleading with a face full of need.

jake sighed hanging his head, “son of a bitch.”

he met your eyes again and said, with an intense tone, “come here.”

you ran to him.

his arms grasped you tight, pulling you into a kiss.

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Too Far From Texas | Chapter Ten

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By the fourth flight and hotel, I was starting to understand how it might feel for someone like Harry to go from city to city, night after night. The Nashville and Dallas book signings had both gone well, but I was ready to go home. I missed my kids terribly. And though Lorelei was a good companion, even having to spend hour after hour with her was starting to get old. She’d apologized for the Brandon fiasco, but I could tell she was getting restless too.

I hadn’t talked to Harry on the phone since the day I’d landed in Nashville, but we continued to text each other when we had the chance. With the time difference and our schedules, hearing each other’s voices or seeing each other’s faces was not all that feasible, but we made it work.

I’d learned something about Harry. He was a flirt. And I learned something about myself. I liked it...a lot.

After the hotel robe photo and the eggs comment, it seemed like he knew he was onto something, so he would tease me here and there with similar photos and captions. It was like having our own private instagram conversation. Just that morning before Lorelei and I hopped into a cab to take us to the airport, Harry had sent me a photo of his boots. Not any ordinary boots, mind you. Certainly not the usual brown boots I’d known him to wear. These were metallic silver and blue with red stars up the sides.

Wearing these for you today. They scream TEXAS.

I nearly spit out my coffee.

They scream HELP! FASHION POLICE!

Heyyy.

Seriously, Harry, did you just buy those?

I’ve had them a long time. I like them.

Okay. I’m sorry. They’re cute. Really.

Don’t lie just to spare my feelings.

I giggled.

No really. I do like them. And I like that you thought of Texas.

And you.

And me :)

I had incredible jet lag when I finally made it home, so I opted for a nap before Tod brought the girls. Crawling into my own bed was like heaven and I fell asleep almost instantly.

I awoke to the sound of Harry’s ringtone. I’d sheepishly set it to one of his songs just for fun, but this was the first time it had actually rung since we’d only been texting the last few days. With a yawn and a stretch, I answered.

“Hi, Harry.”

“Hi yourself. You sound sexy...um...I mean, sleepy.”

“I was napping,” I grinned, throwing my arm over my head.

“Oh, sorry baby.”

“No, it’s okay. I needed to get up. The kids will be home soon.”

“Yeah? How much time we got?”

I bit my lip. “For what?”

I heard him chuckle low. “Nothing.”

“Harry.”

“What?”

I lowered my phone to check the clock. “What time is it there?” I asked him.

“Just past eight. Why?”

“You mean you actually have time to call in the evening? No dinner meetings or other commitments?”

“Not tonight,” he replied. “Just me and my hotel room.”

“Oh. Nice...I think.”

“It is,” he said low. “Except I miss you.”

I sucked in my lips, not sure how to respond. The silence was deafening until I heard him take a breath.

“Stacey?”

“Yes?”

“There you are. Thought you’d gone.”

“No, I’m still here.”

I could feel my heart beating in my throat as I anticipated what either of us would say next. I gripped my phone so hard, my fingers went numb. Finally, Harry spoke again.

“Do you miss me?”

I whispered softly. “You know I do.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

His voice vibrated throughout my body as he said those words. I felt my toes curl and I swallowed hard.

“We didn’t get enough time together, baby.”

“I know. I’m sorry, I really am. If Emery hadn’t gotten sick-”

“No, I’m not talking about that,” Harry interrupted. “It’s not your fault. I just wish we’d…” I heard him sigh. “Had more time.”

“Me too.”

“Wish you were with me right now.”

“Me too.”

“I would do all the things I’d planned to do in New York.”

“Oh my God…” I sucked in a breath.

Harry chuckled low which only made me tremble more. “I think about it a lot,” he said.

“About what?”

“Touching you. Making love to you.”

“You do?” I asked softly, my stomach doing flips and my heart screaming in my chest.

“Mmm. More than you know.”

I gripped the sheet in my fist, unable to speak. He thought about it.

“Shit,” he muttered.

“What?”

“Jeff. Sorry, love, I gotta take this call.”

“Oh. Okay.” I tried to hide my disappointment.

“I’ll call you later tonight, okay?”

“‘kay.”

I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. I stood in front of the shower, my arms at my sides, staring at nothing for at least five minutes. Then almost on autopilot, I opened the shower door and turned on the water. I undressed slowly, dropping each garment on the tile floor one by one. Taking a deep breath, I let it out gradually as I ran my hands down my body, starting with my throat, down to my breasts and my stomach. Feeling my calm start to unravel, I quickly stepped into the shower and let the hot steam envelop me.

He thought about it.

I couldn’t get his confession out of my head. I turned underneath the stream of water, letting it hit me hard, the water drops beading over my skin, my hair sticking to my face. Pushing it away with my hands, I leaned my head back. I could already feel the throb and twitch between my legs before my fingers came in contact. I teased myself, rubbing my thighs together and clenching while I pressed my palms against the shower wall.

I hadn’t had a man in a really long time. In fact, it had been so long before our divorce, that I couldn’t even recall the last time Tod and I’d had sex. But it didn’t mean I didn’t still have needs.

I needed to be touched. I needed sex. I needed...to be needed.

I gasped when I dropped my hand and my fingers brushed against my folds. Stroking gently, I let the need wash over me, slowly getting more heated. I bit my lip as I imagined Harry touching me there, his breath on my skin as he whispered in my ear.

With a groan, I reached up for the shower head, a detachable one that came in handy for such practice. I twisted the nozzle, allowing the stream to be a hard, steady one that jutted out and vibrated against my leg. With a sigh, I leaned back against the cold tile and spread my legs, aiming the shower head between them.

My knees buckled at contact, and I nearly slid down the shower wall. Getting a better stance, I managed to find the perfect aim and pressure against my clit. I closed my eyes and imagined it was Harry’s tongue, licking me and stroking up and down, back and forth.

My breathing sped up as I quickly found myself reaching the edge, my hand gripping the shower head hard. My other hand found my breast, first cupping it, kneading it before running it across my nipple in the same rhythm the water was flowing against me.

“Oh God…” I moaned aloud, timidly until I remembered I was free to let it out. “Oh God, Harry…”

A tiny cry escaped my throat before I stopped motion on the hand that held the shower head, allowing it to spray the full pressure against my clit. I came instantly, slipping slightly as my knees went weak once again and I reached for the soap dish to steady myself. Then I returned the shower head to its home and leaned against the wall trying to catch my breath.

It was hot and my body was still trembling, so I quickly washed myself and turned off the water, stepping out onto the bathmat. A plush beige towel awaited me on the rod to my right, but I didn’t bother with it. My skin was on fire, I felt like the water could just singe right off. My chest heaved as I looked at the mirror, fogged up and obstructing my view. As water dripped from my skin onto the bathmat and the sink, I reached over and pointed my finger at the mirror. I wrote his name in the mist in all caps. Then I surrounded it with a giant heart.

Tod and the girls surprised me by bringing Mexican food. It still felt awkward to have to spend more than twenty minutes with Tod, but he was at least being cordial, and for the girls’ sake, I set the table, and we had a meal together. I got an earful from Emery as she gave me the scoop of everything that had happened since I’d been away. Aside from her getting sick, she’d seemed to have a blast with Dad and school was going well. You would have never known she’d ever had a high fever; she seemed to be her same old self.

Tod informed me that Jasmine had a couple nights where she woke up with spasms, but she was able to calm herself and go back to sleep. That was a relief and meant her meds must have been working.

After dinner, Tod left, and I cleaned the kitchen while the girls watched television. When I joined them in the living room, I snuck a peek at my phone to see if I’d missed a call from Harry, but no such luck. I knew it had to be getting late where he was, and wondered if Jeff had perhaps made a commitment for him at the last minute and he wasn’t going to call me after all. By the time the Disney movie was over, and I put the girls to bed, I had pretty much given up on hearing from Harry that night. I crawled into my own bed with a book, a new one from an author I loved that I’d grabbed at the airport. I was just starting chapter four when my phone startled me.

“Um, Harry, isn’t it like four in the morning there?”

“Yeah but I had to call you.”

“Why?”

“Because I said I would.”

“But…” I stammered, “you don’t have to sacrifice sleep to keep a promise.”

“Anything is worth a sacrifice when it comes to you, Stacey.”

I shut my eyes tight. “Dammit, Harry.”

“What?”

“Stop saying things like that.”

“Like what?”

“That. Like the most perfect thing you could possibly say at the moment. You’re gonna make me…” My words trailed off as I realized what I was starting to confess.

“I’m gonna make you what?”

“What?”

Harry chuckled. “You said I’m gonna make you, and you stopped. What am I gonna make you?”

“Nothing.” I cleared my throat. “Let’s drop it.”

“Make you want me?”

I sighed. “No. You’ve already done that.”

“Ohh! That’s good to know.”

I clicked my tongue. “Oh c’mon, like you didn’t already know that.”

I could tell he was smiling, even though I couldn’t see his face.

“So what did you end up doing?” I asked, changing the subject.

“When?”

“Tonight. Why are you still awake at four?”

“Not still awake,” he replied. “I actually fell asleep.”

“Oh.”

“After Jeff rang, I wanted to call you back then. But you’d said the kids were coming home, so I wanted to give you time with them. So I watched a movie and fell asleep. Just woke up and noticed the time.”

“Oh.”

“You’re not mad, are you?” he asked.

“Why would I be mad?”

“I dunno,” he laughed. “Just ‘cause it’s late.”

“No, I’m happy you called.”

“Good. Oh hey, I meant to tell you. I saw Stevie Nicks was coming to London next month. I didn’t even know.”

“Yeah,” I sighed, running my fingers through my hair. “She’ll be here next weekend.”

“Oh yeah? Did you get tickets?” Harry asked.

“No. When they went on sale, I had something else going on and couldn’t afford it. I figured I’d get a ticket later from Stubhub or something, but it never happened.”

“Aw that’s too bad.”

“Eh, it’s okay. I’ve seen her a few times already.”

“Hmm.”

Finally shutting my book that I had lying on my stomach, I placed it on the nightstand and turned off the lamp, snuggling under the covers.

“So, Harry,” I sounded.

“Yeah baby?”

“We never ended up singing again. In New York. Well...you did. To me.”

“I know. I was gonna bring my guitar to the yacht, but decided not to at the last minute. Because I thought maybe we could have the singing session at the hotel. If you’d stayed of course. But...you know.”

“You...you’d already anticipated my staying?”

“Yeah. Well…” he paused. “Maybe I was a tad presumptuous?”

I smiled. “No. ‘Cause I did too.”

“Good.” There went that contented sound again. “Makes me happy. So are you gonna sing for me?”

“When?”

“Right now.”

“Do I have to?” I asked meekly.

“No, you don’t have to. But I’d like you to. Besides, you brought it up.”

I sighed. “Okay. What should I sing?”

“Hmm. Well I’ve already heard you sing Stevie twice. Pick something else. Something I might not know.”

“Oh gosh,” I groaned. “I’m not sure what all you know.”

“Just surprise me. Something you enjoy singing when you’re alone.”

“When I’m alone,” I echoed.

I thought for a moment, mentally sifting through songs and artists I liked singing. I smiled recalling a soft vocal jazz piece by Melody Gardot.

“Okay,” I said, licking my lips. “Ready?”

“Always.”

“I might not sound that great because I’m lying on my back and I’m tired.”

“Sing for me, baby.”

Exhaling through my nose, I swallowed once more before beginning.

I don’t need anything...more than I got… I’ll make it simple when others may not…

I heard Harry hum softly as I paused after the intro. I let the next verse flow out of me with ease, shutting my eyes and reveling in the piano and strings that played in my head. Though Harry couldn’t hear them, I knew he could feel them.

The song consumed me, and for a couple minutes I was no longer in my room, in my bed. I was with Harry in England, in a hotel room with white sheets and dim lighting, a forgotten table at the foot of the bed covered with a silver service and a bouquet of flowers meant for me. Our limbs were tangled in each other’s, our skin desperate to be touched.

Why you wanna leave...when it’s so easy just to stay… Lying wrapped up in my arms...until the break of day...undercover…

I could hear his breathing through the phone, steady but hitching here and there, usually when I ended a phrase or held a note out longer. I knew he was enjoying it, my seduction with lyrics and vibrato. I pictured him in the soft moonlight, his phone to his ear, his other hand on his naked chest, just above his butterfly tattoo, perhaps slipping slowly down until it reached the edge of the sheet at his waist.

Whenever you need a soft touch...know my demands are small Make me your lover...undercover...or don’t ever love me...at all…

I held out the last note, the beautiful strings in my head guiding and encouraging me. I was proud of myself when I finished, knowing I’d done a decent job. My stomach flipped a little though anticipating Harry’s reaction. I wanted him to like it.

“Stacey…” he said so low I barely heard him. “Oh. God.”

“Did you like that song? It’s one of my favorites when I’m...in a mood.”

“And what mood might that be? Deliciously horny?”

I laughed, covering my mouth. “No.”

“Should be. ‘Cause holy shit that was sexy.”

“It was?”

“You know it was, you little… God dammit, why’d you do that to me?”

“Do what? You’re the one who wanted me to sing.”

“Careful what you wish for, fuck!”

I laughed harder. “Stop.”

“Who sings that by the way?”

“Melody Gardot. G-A-R-D-O-T.”

“Got it,” he said. “I’m downloading that right now.”

“Need me to go?”

“No, why?”

“Just thought you might...want some privacy,” I teased.

Harry chuckled. “Nah.”

“Okay.” I felt my skin tingle as I remembered my own privacy in the shower that afternoon.

“I’d rather talk to you right now.”

“Oh.” I yawned

“You’re gonna fall asleep on me?” he asked accusingly, though his tone was gentle.

“Sorry. I’m trying not to. I did have that nap earlier, but I haven’t fully recovered from my trip yet. I don’t know how you do it.”

“Practice,” he remarked.

“Yeah, apparently. Plus I think that song did something to me.”

“Definitely did something to me, too.”

I blushed. “On that note, I think I’ll go to sleep.”

Harry pouted with a sigh. “Alright. I’ll let you sleep now.”

“Okay. Although I think it’s more the other way around. Since it’s like the butt crack of dawn there already.”

Harry giggled. “I like how you talk.”

“How I talk? I talk normal, Styles.”

“Ah tawlk no-mal, Stiiiiles,” he mimicked.

“Stop it.”

“God, I want you.”

His confession sounded like he was talking through his teeth. I was silent while I waited for my heartbeat to slow down and my breathing to even out.

“I want you, too,” I finally admitted.

I heard Harry groan, most likely running his fingers through his hair like I’d seen him do several times whether he was frustrated or not. 

“Stacey?”

“Yes?”

“Um...never mind.”

“Don’t do that. What is it?”

“Nothing.”

“Harry.”

“It’s nothing, baby, really. Just a fleeting thought. It’s not important.”

“Well thanks, now I’m gonna be all curious.”

Harry laughed. I was annoyed, knowing he was teasing me like a rabbit with a dangling carrot.

“I swear, it’s nothing. It’s….something about music. I’ll tell you later. When the time is right.”

“There has to be a right time to discuss music?” I pestered.

“Um...yes. Because you need sleep.”

I rolled my eyes. “Alright then.”

“We’ll talk tomorrow. Goodnight, baby.”

“Night.”

I turned onto my side, laid my phone atop my book and pulled the sheet over my shoulder. It was a good thing I was sleepy, otherwise I’d have been staring into the darkness wondering what the hell Harry was talking about.

The next week was busy for both Harry and me. I had to get back into my old routine at work, which didn’t seem like much fun after having traveled to five cities that made me hate Houston more day by day. Lorelei was getting ready to fly off again, this time to Australia to see her family. She was leaving Friday morning and wouldn’t be back until after Thanksgiving, so we had a lot of work to catch up on, as well as get a head start on.

Harry was flying back to L.A. I couldn’t remember if he’d told me exactly what he would be doing there, but I knew there was talk about a tour. His album was doing really well, so it only made sense that he go on tour. I was both proud and elated for him, but I couldn’t help the twisting in my gut that told me it might be a really long time before I saw him again. If I ever saw him again.

Harry called me Tuesday evening and we chatted briefly before he had to leave for dinner arrangements. On Wednesday a big announcement was made about a tour starting in the late spring and tickets would go on sale the day after Thanksgiving. I texted Harry a congratulations, teasing him that I hoped I got a ticket to at least one of the Texas shows.

You can count on it, he texted back.

By Friday our conversations had dwindled to short one or two word texts, mostly hellos and miss yous.

I missed him so much. So much it hurt. I still continued to think of that night in New York, how things might have gone differently. We'd made it clear since that we wanted each other, but Harry hadn't brought up our recent conversation again or told me what the music related thought had been about.

I sat on the sofa, the girls both in their rooms, the television muted during commercials as my mind continued to drift to Harry. His ringtone made me jump, my phone nearly slipping from my fingers.

“Hello?”

“Hi beautiful,” he said. “I have a question for you.”

I smiled nervously. “Okay?”

“Can I come over?”

“What?” I sat up. Clearly he was joking.

Harry chuckled. “Right now. Can I come over?”

“Oh, sure,” I said sarcastically, running a hand through my hair. “Just fly your private jet on over here. I’ll meet you at the door.”

“I’m serious,” he replied, though his tone said anything but.

“Harry.”

“I am!” he laughed. “I’m in Houston. About ten minutes from your place actually.”

“Harry!” I repeated, this time in exclamation.

“Surprise! So, can I come over?”

“Oh my God!” I squealed, rising from the couch. “But…but I look terrible. The apartment’s a mess, I-“

“Baby…” he cooed softly.

“What?”

He giggled lightly. “You’re so fucking adorable. I’ll be there in ten minutes, okay?”

Hanging up, I made a beeline for the bathroom to freshen up. My attire wasn’t too bad - a thin purple oversized sweater and black leggings - so I didn’t bother changing. I brushed my teeth and touched up my lipstick, careful not to use too much. I second guessed applying perfume, deciding that would be too obvious. I didn’t bother putting on shoes either. I could hear Emery playing on her iPad as I passed her room, and I looked in on Jasmine who was looking at a book on her bed. I’d just made it around the corner when the doorbell rang. I swung it open to see Harry standing on the other side, a single rose in his hand.

“Hi,” I greeted him softly.

“Hi,” he echoed, stepping closer to me and licking his lips.

He held out the rose for me. I took it, pressing it to my nose as I stepped back for him to enter the room. When I shut the door behind him, I turned to get a good look at him. He was wearing his usual black jeans with a white shirt with some sort of print on it. But I took little notice because the only thing I could see was the sparkle in his eyes as he smiled at me.

Closing the space between us, I wound my arms around his neck in a tight embrace. I felt his arms wrap around me and pull me closer as he chuckled gleefully in my ear.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” I murmured. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

“What, and ruin the surprise?”

I let out a burst of joy as I gazed into his eyes. “I’m not usually one for surprises.”

Harry shrugged. “Good thing I am then.”

He placed a soft kiss on my lips, and I shut my eyes, breathing in his scent.

“I missed you,” he declared.

“I missed you, too. So are you gonna tell me what you’re doing here?”

Harry smirked. “I can’t just be here to see you?”

“Well, yeah,” I blushed, releasing my grip on him. “But I find it highly unlikely.”

Harry chuckled, looking down at his boots and then back up at me. “Well, there is another reason I’m here. But it still has to do with you.”

“It does?”

He nodded, his eyelids blinking slowly. Suddenly I heard a sound behind him and noticed Jasmine had entered the room.

“Hi sweet girl,” I said. “Look who’s here.”

Harry turned around then and walked over to my oldest daughter.

“Hi, Jaz, how are you?” he asked.

Jasmine smiled and flapped her hands with excitement. Harry held out his arms, and I was happy when Jaz walked right into them, allowing him to embrace her. I stood and listened to him speak softly to her for a few minutes, asking how school was even though she only replied with one-word answers. Making my way into the kitchen, I opened the cabinet under the sink to retrieve a slim vase which I filled with water and slipped the single rose inside. Then I set it in the middle of my dining table.

Probably curious of the commotion, Emery finally emerged from her bedroom then, a squeal escaping her lungs when she saw him.

“Harry!”

“Hi there, Em!” he greeted from the sofa where he was now sitting next to Jasmine.

She ran to him, nearly knocking him back with her own hug. But he took it graciously, picking her up and twirling her in a circle before setting her down. I nearly gasped at his apparent strength as neither I nor Tod could pick her up anymore.

“Are you here to see Mommy?” she asked him.

I raised my brows. I supposed by now it shouldn’t have come as a shock that my daughter knew there was something between Harry and me, but I just hadn’t been prepared for her acknowledgement.

“Yes, I am,” Harry replied, lifting his gaze to me and back to her. “But I’m here to see you, too.”

Emery smiled her toothy grin, giving Harry another squeeze. He chuckled as he brushed her hair from her face and knelt down.

“Have you been good?”

Emery nodded emphatically. “Yes.”

“Not giving your mum a hard time, are you?”

“No, sir.”

“Good.” Harry smiled and gave Emery a peck on the cheek before rising to his feet.

I walked around the kitchen counter then as Em danced gleefully. I shook my head, knowing I’d have a hard time getting her to bed now that she was wound up. But I had to admit she had a good reason to be. It’s not every day that Harry Styles comes to your house. I chuckled to myself. He was standing in the middle of my den, like a flower sprouting in a sidewalk. Harry Styles, in my little three-bedroom apartment.

Jasmine also looked excited, a huge grin on her face as her legs bounced on the couch. I quickly realized the television was still muted and Shrek was on, one of her favorite movies.

“Ah, I love this film!” exclaimed Harry when I turned up the volume. He sat back down next to Jasmine, smiling at her as she giggled at Shrek and Donkey.

“Would you like something to drink, Harry?” I offered.

“Whatever you have,” he grinned.

I wasn’t exactly sure if he meant alcoholic or not, but I figured it was a situation that called for wine, so I opened a bottle and poured two glasses. I smiled as I handed him a glass and he clinked his with mine before sitting back and taking a sip. Then I took the seat on the other side of him. Emery had already situated herself on the recliner with her iPad as Jasmine continued to be enthralled with her movie.

“So, how’ve you been?” I inquired, not missing the small gesture of his hand on my thigh.

“Fantastic, you?”

“Pretty good,” I replied after a sip of wine. “What’s the other reason you’re in Houston?”

The corners of his mouth curved up before he covered it with his glass. He took a long, agonizingly slow sip before lowering his arm. Then he leaned into me to whisper in my ear.

“I’ll tell you later,” he said.

“Okay. How long are you here?”

“Just for the weekend.”

I studied his face, but he gave no sign that he planned to tell me anything else right then, at least not with the girls around. It was close to their bedtime, but with the movie going, I figured I’d let them stay up a little longer. I enjoyed watching Jasmine enjoy the movie, and even caught her singing along to a couple of the songs. Harry looked over at me and smiled, squeezing my leg before threading his fingers through mine. Even Emery eventually put down her iPad to watch, the sound of her giggles filling the room.

By the time Princess Fiona had finally taken her true form and she and Shrek rode off in their onion-shaped carriage, I was surprised to see Em with her head against the arm of the chair, her eyes almost closed. Rising from the sofa, I announced that it was time to get ready for bed. Harry gave both Jasmine and Emery big hugs and told them goodnight before I tucked them in. Jaz was just about asleep before I even shut her door, and Emery hugged me tight and yawned her I love yous.

When I returned to the living room, Harry was still on the sofa, his eyes on the TV. When he saw me though, he gave me a quick wink. I smiled back, stopping at the kitchen to grab two bottles of water. On my way to the couch, I recognized the voices on the television.

“Is this The Shawshank Redemption?” I asked, stopping in my tracks.

“Yeah,” nodded Harry. “Love this movie.”

“You’re kidding!”

Looking up at me, he grinned. “No, why?”

“This is my favorite movie ever!” I exclaimed, handing him one of the bottles. “Ever!”

“Then come sit with me,” Harry beckoned.

“We need popcorn!” I declared. “And more wine.”

Harry laughed as I set my water on the coffee table and grabbed our empty wine glasses to refill them. Harry excused himself to use the restroom while I put a bag of popcorn in the microwave. Just as I was dumping it into a large bowl, I felt two arms wrap around my waist from behind. I sighed as I leaned into him, his breath on my neck.

“Mmm, you smell good,” he whispered.

“Like buttered popcorn?” I joked.

“No,” he chuckled. I knew he couldn’t have detected any trace of perfume since I hadn’t put any on before he arrived, and the spritz I’d applied early that morning was long gone. “You smell…like…you.”

My legs were like jelly, it was a wonder I was still standing. I hadn’t been in this close proximity to him since New York, and my body temperature had drastically changed. Harry’s hand rose from my belly to cup my chin as he moved it slightly to look at him. I stared at his mouth for a second before he lowered it to meet mine. Then shifting in his arms, I turned and wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers tickling the curls on the back of his head.

Harry let out a low moan as he pulled me closer, deepening the kiss. I tasted the wine on his tongue, and I momentarily lost my breath, reveling in the consciousness that he was physically there, kissing me.

“I wanna tell you the other reason I’m here,” he said when our lips separated.

“Okay,” I nodded.

Harry cleared his throat and grinned nervously. “I hope you’re not busy tomorrow night.”

“Tomorrow night? No,” I shook my head. “Tod’s coming to get the girls in the morning.”

“Good. Um…” I watched Harry’s eyes as they darted around the room before landing back on mine. “I have tickets…for a concert…”

“What?” My eyes widened. The only concert I knew of tomorrow was…

“I’m taking you to see Stevie Nicks,” he beamed.

I covered my mouth to muffle the screams. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh my God, Harry!” I pulled him into another tight hug, nearly in tears. “I can’t believe you.”

“I just know how she’s your favorite, and you’d mentioned you wished you would have bought tickets, and I thought this would be a great excuse to come see you…”

I released him with a smug look. “Oh, so you need an excuse?”

“No,” he chuckled, “that’s not what I meant.”

“I’m teasing you,” I lightly slapped his chest with the back of my hand, my expression quickly returning to one of disbelief. “You’re so…”

My jaw set as I tried to hold back tears. I didn’t know what to say, or how to express my emotions without coming off as a hopeless mess.

“I’m so what?” Harry raised a brow, pulling me closer.

“Amazing,” I whispered before giving him another soft kiss. “Wonderful.” Another. “Thoughtful.” And another. “Thank you.”

Making his signature contented sound that I’d come to know, he touched my cheek. “You’re welcome, baby.”

Giving me one last kiss on my forehead, he gestured toward the popcorn on the counter. “We’re missing your favorite movie.”

“I’ve seen it a million times.”

“But not with me.”

I turned out the lights and we sat on the sofa, the popcorn bowl between us as we watched most of the film, drinking wine and stealing kisses here and there. I liked how he noticed when certain scenes affected me, lifting his elbow to the back of the couch to touch my hair and brush it back off my shoulder. Or perhaps he just enjoyed watching me like I enjoyed watching him.

By the time the popcorn was mostly gone, our wine glasses empty once again, the movie was close to the end, at the scene where Andy gives his famous “get busy living, or get busy dying” line. I took the bowl and glasses to the kitchen, and this time when I returned, Harry was lying across the sofa, his feet hanging off the edge.

“Come lay down with me,” he beckoned.

I happily obliged with a yawn and laid down in his awaiting arms.

We watched the rest of the movie like that, my back pressed against Harry’s long, lean body, his arm around me. Everyone once in awhile I’d feel his fingers lightly graze down my shoulder and arm, only to meet my fingers and thread his through mine. By the time the credits rolled, my eyelids were heavy. I could feel Harry’s breath tickle the top of my head before blowing across my cheek. He whispered in my ear so softly, I almost wondered if I was imagining it.

“Are you asleep?” he asked.

“No,” I replied, shifting onto my back.

The moment my eyes met his, I felt electricity surge throughout my entire body. Though the room was dark, the only light coming from the glow of the television, his face was mere inches from mine, and I could see it perfectly clearly. I lifted my hand to touch his cheek, and without a word, he lowered his lips to mine.

After just a couple of light kisses, he quickly began to kiss me with more intensity. With my other hand, I grabbed the front of his shirt in my fist, pulling him even closer to me. With a slight moan rising from his throat, he shifted his body on top of me. I ran my fingers through his hair as we continued to kiss, our tongues meeting with fervor. When Harry finally came up for air, his hands propping himself up on the sofa cushion on either side of me, he looked into my eyes again, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

“Stacey,” he nearly whined. “Baby…can I…stay the night?”

I opened my mouth to reply, but he quickly continued.

“We don’t…have to…you know…if you don’t want to…I just wanna be w-“

I pressed my finger against his mouth to silence him. “Shh,” I interrupted. Then I nodded. “Yes.”

I placed another soft kiss to his lips as his mouth grew into a grin. Then I sat up, his body rising with me.

“C’mon,” I whispered, taking his hand.

Grabbing the remote, I turned off the TV and rose from the couch. Harry followed me to my bedroom, stopping just inside the doorway after I’d shut it and turned on the lamp.

“Do you have a side you prefer?” I asked, pulling back the comforter.

“Sorry?”

I grinned. “A side of the bed. That you like to sleep on.”

“Oh, um…no,” he shook his head.

“Good,” I raised my brows. “Because I prefer the left.”

Harry gave me smirk and walked to the other side of the bed, helping me pull back the sheets.

“Um,” I bit my lip, “do you wanna use the restroom first?”

“Go ahead,” he replied. “I’m fine.”

With a nod, I opened the bottom drawer of my dresser and removed something to sleep in, careful not to choose something too frumpy.

“Be right back,” I said, shutting the bathroom door behind me after I caught a glimpse of Harry sitting on the edge of my bed.

Changing into my chosen sleepwear - a pair of black cotton Old Navy pajama shorts and a black Harley Davidson tank top that had seen better days but was so incredibly soft - I looked at myself in the mirror. Other than some remnants of eyeshadow and mascara, most of my makeup was long gone, my lips freshly swollen from kisses. Grabbing a makeup wipe, I cleaned my face, then brushed my teeth. I giggled to myself, thinking that this had become such a nightly ritual, but this was the first time I’d be returning to the bedroom with a young man waiting for me. And not just any young man.

Suddenly, I felt a surge of nerves. I considered what he’d said, that we didn’t have to do anything if I didn’t want to. But that gorgeous British guy was gonna be in my bed. Next to me. Holding me. Most likely touching me, and definitely kissing me. Was I really going to say no if he wanted more?

My hand shaking, I turned the knob and opened the door. My mouth dropped open when I saw Harry standing next to my dresser, inspecting the trinkets, photos and perfume bottles that lay atop it. He had removed his shirt and jeans; his boxer briefs the only piece of clothing left on. Ink decorated his left arm, chest and torso, and though I had seen his tattoos before in photos, and had gotten a peek at some myself, it was quite another thing seeing them all displayed at once in person, just feet in front of me.

“Sweet holy mother of God,” I muttered under my breath.

Harry turned his head toward me, another smirk on his face. “What was that?”

I cleared my throat and looked away, tossing my clothes in the laundry hamper. “Um, your turn,” I said. “I um…left a new toothbrush on the counter for you.”

“Thanks, love,” I heard him say as he passed me.

With a heavy sigh, I walked to the bed and crawled in, pulling the covers up to my waist. I stared at the ceiling, listening for any sign that Jasmine or Emery were awake, but the only thing I heard was running water from the bathroom.

The door opened softly, a gesture not unnoticed by me. Tod had always been loud, with no consideration for those sleeping. Just one turn of a doorknob sounded like someone was breaking in and knocking the door down. Still, I couldn’t help but jump slightly when Harry re-emerged, his nearly naked body sauntering across my carpet. He gave me a smile as he pulled back his side of the covers and slid in next to me. I returned his smile, but only for a second as my nerves started to take over and I stared up at the ceiling again. I heard him chuckle low, which I found equally intoxicating and irritating.

“Are you nervous?” asked Harry.

“Nervous about what?” I swallowed hard.

Harry scooted closer to me, and I could feel his breath on my cheek.

“Nervous that I’m here,” he said, taking my hand that was lying on my stomach.

“No,” I shook my head. Then I turned it to look at him. “Maybe a little.”

He kissed the back of my hand before pressing it to his chest.

“Don’t be,” he said. “It’s just me.”

I felt my chest shake with a nervous breath, the heat of his skin doing nothing to ease the tension. I licked my lips, which seemed to be an invitation to Harry for him to kiss me. I didn’t protest. In fact, I somehow managed to pull him closer to me, reveling in the sensation of his mouth on mine. In less than a second it seemed, we were back to the position we had been on the sofa, his body above me, my hands in his hair.

As we continued to kiss, however, my brain and body began fighting. I knew I wanted him. I wanted him badly. But somehow the deeper we kissed, the more nervous I got. As Harry ran his hand down my side, I tensed up, anticipating his next move. I felt like a virgin again suddenly, my mind telling my body that I might not be ready for such a physical leap.

The pressure of his erection against me was almost too much to bear, even through our thin clothing. The brave and aroused part of me took advantage of his grinding movements, and I slid my hand down his back to his ass. He moaned against my mouth before lifting his head to look at me. His eyelids were heavy, his lips parted slightly. With the tiniest of smirks, so tiny in fact I could have imagined it, he ran his hand back up my side, stopping next to my breast. When his thumb grazed across it, causing my nipple to stand at attention, I gasped. I tried to read Harry’s face, but all I could see was peace and calm. I wondered how he could do that when my insides were in a turmoil. Surely, he could see my chest heaving, hear my jagged breaths. Still, his gaze never left mine as he continued to caress me.

I shifted slightly, bending my left leg. I could feel the wetness and heat growing with every tiny movement he made, both to my nipple and between my legs. I knew that if he kept it up I could reach my peak before I was ready, and truthfully the idea made me a little uneasy and embarrassed. When he lowered his mouth to my shoulder blade, dragging his tongue across and nuzzling his head in the crook of my neck, I let out a tiny moan.

“Stacey…” he breathed in my ear.

His other hand made its way down my hip, grabbing hold of my thigh that I had propped up beside his waist. His fingers teased the edge of my shorts before slipping underneath. I made another sound, and though I meant it as one of uncertainty, Harry seemed to take it as another moan of pleasure.

“Baby…” he groaned, his fingers inching further up my shorts as his hips pressed harder. “I want you so bad.”

“Harry,” I swallowed.

“Yeah,” he whispered, his lips grazing my ear.

“Harry…” I gently pushed his shoulders with my palms. “Harry, I...I have to tell you something.”

He paused all movement then, his blank stare almost making me regret my words.

“Please, understand,” I quickly tried to explain, wanting to reassure him, “it’s not that I don’t want you. God, I want you…more than anything.”

Harry blinked silently, allowing me to continue.

“Harry, I…I haven’t been with another man…since my divorce,” I admitted. “I guess I just…I want it to be perfect with you. Because…I’m crazy about you and…and...and...”

“Are you saying...you don’t want to?”

“No,” I shook my head. “No, I want to. I just...God, I’m so fucking nervous.”

Harry sighed, a small smile of relief on his face. “It’s okay. I understand.”

“Do you?” I choked.

“Yeah. It’s okay, baby,” he reassured me, brushing a strand of hair from my eyes. “I want it to be perfect, too. And it will be.”

He kissed me again, softly and sensually, like my lips were delicate and made of glass. I let out a shaky breath as he looked me in the eyes, his own green ones silently willing me to relax.

“I don’t want you to be nervous with me,” he whispered. “I wanna make you feel good. But we can take this as slow as you want.”

“I feel so silly,” I said, turning my head to hide my face. “I’m actually shaking.”

“Hey,” Harry murmured, taking my hand and threading his fingers through. “Look at me, baby.”

I bit my lip, looking back at him and his sincere expression.

“Tell me what you like.”

I felt my face blush as I grinned at him. “I like you.”

Harry smirked, grabbing my thigh as he pushed up against me again.

“I like you too,” he teased. “Can you tell?”

I blinked slowly and let out a deep sigh. “Harry…”

“Sing that sexy song for me again.”

“Sexy song?”

“Yeah...that one you sang for me last weekend. I keep thinking about it.”

Harry nipped at my jaw again, his tongue dragging up to my ear as he began to sing soothingly, like warm honey.

Whenever you need some company...some love of a different kind…

His fingers found the hem of my shorts once more, and this time I spread my legs and allowed him access. I hummed, my body still trembling though no longer due to nerves. He was wooing me again, caressing me with his voice as well as his hands.

“Sing with me, darling,” he whispered.

Come to your lover...undercover… And let me ease your mind…

My voice came out more breathless than his, but he urged me on with his fingers, his eyes locked on me. Though his hand remained on my inner thigh, dangerously close, his thumb began to tease me further until finally finding my source of wetness.

I lifted my knees, opening up to him as I reached the second verse. He’d stopped singing with me, his full attention now on his current task. His fingers played in rhythm to the song, though it was becoming more and more difficult for me to sing. I let out a moan when his other hand slid up my shirt, unable to continue.

“I can’t,” I gasped.

“What, baby?”

“Can’t sing anymore.”

Harry chuckled low. “‘s fine. You’re so sexy.”

“Do…” I swallowed, a little embarrassed to ask the question. “Do you have a condom?”

“Yeah,” he nodded before slipping his hand out of my shorts. He sat up and reached for the drawer of the nightstand. I eyed him as he produced the condom.

“When you were in the toilet,” he shrugged.

“Oh.”

I smiled at him before sitting up to remove my tank top. I watched as he shrugged out of his underwear and rolled the condom up his length. I tried to hide my reaction, but in my head I had to admit I was losing it. He was beautiful in every way.

I must have had some sort of look on my face, however, that gave me away since Harry wiggled his brows.

“You okay?”

I grinned and nodded slowly. “More than okay.”

Harry gripped the sides of my shorts and tugged them down. “Can we take these off now?”

“Please,” I replied, lying back and lifting my hips.

Then situating himself between my legs again, Harry kissed me like before - gently, delicately with tenderness. His tongue met mine as his hand grabbed my hip, squeezing eagerly. His kisses became deeper, hungrier as I struggled to catch my breath. I raked my fingernails down his back and opened my legs wider.

“Ha-arry…” I pleaded when our mouths finally separated.

Reaching my hand between us, I grabbed his erection and aimed it at my center. His green eyes darkened as he stared at me, his plump lips parted.

“Make love to me.”

“Yes.”

He pushed into me slowly, making my head reel at the sweet sting. I sucked in my lips to keep from making any loud sounds, careful not to wake unwanted ears.

“Stacey…” Harry groaned. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good.”

I moaned with my mouth still shut, my fingers digging into his back. His thrusts were steady and even, hitting me at just the right spot. Finally, I opened my mouth, desperate to breathe as though there was not enough air in my lungs.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered when I leaned my head back with a small cry.

He kissed my neck, biting softly and dragging his teeth across my skin. My toes curled as he slid an arm around my waist and pulled me closer, his movements speeding up.

“Oh my God.”

His thrusts were deeper, and I gasped as I felt more of him.

“Oh God. Feels so good!”

“Yeah, take me, darling,” he moaned, his lips dragging across my jaw, his hips pushing harder against me. “Take all you want. I’m fucking yours.”

I cried out in pleasure, wrapping my legs around him. I threw my arms above my head and grabbed at the bars of the headboard. I watched him as he fucked me, his brows furrowed in concentration, a lock of hair falling over his eyes, his mouth open as he panted. The mere vision of him turned me on even more and I felt myself reach my peak.

My entire body shook as I came. I turned my head to moan into the pillow, the cry half muffled by my arm.

“Oh, Harry… Oh, God…”

He held me tight, cooing in my ear as I came down from my high. I couldn’t quite make out what he was saying, but it was amazing just the same. I looked at him, this beautiful man who’d just made me feel the best I’d ever felt in my life. I could still feel him inside me, so I began to move my hips, requesting a continuation.

He closed his eyes, his gorgeous face still concentrating, yet calm. He returned to his thrusts at a slow pace, then steadily began to pick up speed.

“Baby…” he moaned. “Fuck.”

“Yes.”

“You’re so…”

He didn’t finish his thought before his body shook above me. He let out a deep, long groan, his hands grasping the sheet underneath me in his fists. I held onto him like he’d held onto me, whispering sweet words in his ear.

“You’re amazing, sugar.”

“Mmm,” he sounded, pulling out.

He collapsed on top of me, his head on my chest. I tangled my fingers in his hair with one hand, the other trailing across his shoulder blade to his stretched out inked arm.

“Baby love…” I cooed.

I felt Harry shake before he lifted his head, a gorgeous dimpled grin on his face.

“This is the first time you’ve called me a pet name.”

“Is it?” I raised a brow.

“Yeah. And I just got two.”

“Sorry. Do you not like it?”

“Fucking kidding me? I love it. Especially sugar. That’s sexy with your accent.”

I giggled. “Alright. Sugar it is then.”

He kissed my chest a few times before sitting up and announcing he’d be right back. I watched him head to the bathroom and shut the door. My head was swimming, and my heart was bursting. I knew I was falling for him. Hell, I think I’d known it since New York, or even before. If I was being truly honest with myself, I’d probably already fallen. I was just trying to give my heart some time to get used to it.

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[queeniecook]

June 21

I somehow managed to get in more of a nap then I thought I would, when I woke up it was shortly before midnight. I had Caleb use his phone to check on Dakota, Lily and Lilith. They were all doing well, no sign of James. I took another bath with some help from Caleb, it was getting harder and harder for me to move without the fear of falling. I was feeling unsteady, so I had Caleb walk with me a bit before I sat down on my very purple ball for some exercises Annalise recommended to help with labor.

I finally couldn't take it anymore.

I screamed in agony from a contraction and ordered Caleb to help me change into something not only cooler but to help me get rid of my pants. After that I slowly and stubbornly made me way to our bed and leaned back carefully into the birthing pillows.

Caleb seemed worried as he lovingly held my hand, placing kisses on it. He was whispering something but I couldn't make it out. We had Annalise first check the baby's heartbeat, which was good and strong.  Then she finally told me news I wanted to hear, I was almost fully dilated.

I reared up, yanking off my headband in agitation during yet another contraction. "Get this baby out of me!"

Caleb placed his hands on my face and tried to console me though part of me wanted to cut off his favorite appendage at that moment.

The feeling passed when he lovingly kissed my forehead. "I have never loved you more than I love you right now. You are about to bring our child into the world. You are truly remarkable."

I cried out of pain and out of all the emotions and thoughts that were swirling around inside me like a hurricane. Annalise asked to check me again. My body was finally ready, mentally and emotionally I had been ready yesterday.

Caleb helped me onto my knees, we had decided he would be the one to help guide our child out as long as there were no complications. Annalise would be close by just in case and to instruct Caleb on what to do.

After what felt like hours of pushing and screaming on my part, it finally happened. We heard the first cry of our child, Annalise helped me sit back on the bed as I almost collapsed from exhaustion and emotion.

After nine months she finally arrived. Our little starfish, Este Evie Vatore. Named after both our mothers. I can't wait for all our loved one to meet her.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Hi Lofty!

Fellow Healthcare worker here, I think I remember you saying you work nights? I'm a dayshifter that will be transitioning to overnights in a month, and am both excited and scared since this will be something new not just for me but for my whole department.

I was curious, did you specifically choose nights, and how do you like it compared to days? I would think nights would be quieter, but I also know to expect the unexpected, and things can go from dead to hectic in an instant.

Also, do you have any advice for going to an overnight schedule? I'm sure my sleep and eating habits will be messed up for the first few weeks until I get into a routine, are there any other challenges you think I should expect?

Sorry to talk work, I know you probably come here to get away from that, but I don't really have anyone else to talk to and felt you are a safe person to talk to.

Anyway, have a good day/night/whenever you happen to be awake! (I am well aware our schedules can be very wacky)

Hello! :D

I did in fact specifically choose nights. On my unit you have the option to do just nights or to rotate, and you can request to go on a waiting list to work only day shift. I prefer nights, but it’s a mixed bag to be perfectly honest. (This got long so I’m putting everything under the cut)

What I like about nights is that there are fewer people (there aren’t eight thousand teams rounding through the room who never introduce themselves to me and come and go without telling me a darn thing, or they ask me a million questions), visitor restrictions apply (I love family coming to see the patient… just don’t love having to entertain them or be interrogated by them while I’m trying to do stuff lol), the coworkers are much chiller it’s a very different vibe between day workers and night workers, and no management.

What I don’t like about nights is essentially not work related - it freaking kills your life outside of work. Let’s say you work three nights in a row. When you get off it’s the morning of the next day, and you can either make yourself stay up and be a zombie but awake to enjoy that day off, or you sleep the entire day, which wastes a day off, and then you’re still nocturnal for your remaining time off, which makes doing normal people things difficult. It can strain your mental health, especially with lack of sunlight, so you just have to find a way to handle it that works best for you.

I will say, there is one more thing that I don’t like about nights: many providers feel like nights are just “status quo time,” in other words, don’t do any interventions to rock the boat. I’ve fought and argued with doctors multiple times for patients who are showing warning signs of decompensating only to be ignored because they don’t want to do anything drastic on night shift. Had it happen pretty recently and just about wanted to punch an intensivist (I had told the resident that we needed to temporize the patient’s K because it was 5.5, and given his AKI and low UO we should consider options like diuresing or even CRRT and since the resident was brand new she listened, but the intensivist later was like “eh you didn’t need to do that” and wouldn’t do anything about the pt’s nonexistent urine output and ATJEIWOAJFDKSALJFEIWO I do not like that man)

Advice for going to night shift! I’ll make it bullet points so I stop having these giant paragraphs:

When possible, try to cluster shifts together. That way you’re not constantly jumping back and forth with your sleep cycle

The day before you work, there are multiple ways to make yourself nocturnal in preparation. I usually push myself to stay up as late as possible, and go to bed between 4-7am. Others will take a nap in the afternoon before their shift.

Black out curtains are your beloved. They make sleeping during the day so much easier. If you can’t afford those at the moment, an eye mask is a cheaper and effective alternative.

Many of us need some kind of noise to help settle our minds after work since many go to bed directly after work. A fan, a white noise machine, anything like that. I personally like ambience videos off YouTube, rain and thunderstorms or crickets and stuff.

If you’re trying to fall asleep after a shift and it just ain’t happening, there are a few things you can try. If benadryl makes you sleepy, you can try using that, though I don’t necessarily recommend making it a habit so much as a backup plan. Some people say magnesium makes them sleepy. I’ve used alcohol before to help me sleep but it doesn’t promise the best sleep. Another option is carbs! I’ll eat just a couple slices of bread or something and then you get a nice little food coma feeling.

Try not to kill yourself with your caffeine intake lol. And note when to stop caffeinating so you can fall asleep! I usually have to stop by 4am or I won’t be able to sleep right after work. (Though lately I’ve given up on falling asleep right after work, it usually takes my mind a couple hours to settle down so I fall asleep closer to 10/11am or so)

Note that working nights is probably gonna take a toll on your mental and physical health. Take vitamin D supplements to compensate for the lack of daylight, it’ll help boost your mood too. A lot of us have light lamp therapy stuff too, especially for winter. Try to find a good balance of letting yourself rest at home to wind down and being with some kind of support system.

Have fun! Night shift crew is almost always awesome, we’re wacky and fun and laid back! :)

[mymoodwriting]

Request for Anon (Yandere Alien Jungwoo) 4.5k, yandere, smut, sex dreams, fingering, blow job, hand job, restraints, penetration, double penetration, tentacles, aphrodisiac, drugs, breeding kink

“I’m so glad you’re here.”

    It had taken Jungwoo months of nagging to get you to finally move in with him. He felt it was appropriate after you had crossed that six months mark, especially as everything had been so perfect so far. He had certainly worn you down until you finally agreed, and of course you were both so excited. So maybe you had been holding up cause of your lease, but it was cute to watch him beg. Now that you were moving in you honestly couldn’t believe it. From now on you’d be sleeping in bed with him every night, and you’d have breakfast and dinner together. You couldn’t hide your joy for one minute.

“You’re so cute when you smile.” Jungwoo commented. “Shall we order something to eat?”

“Sure.”

“I know a place around here that has your favorite.”

    While Jungwoo ordered some food you decided to lay down on the couch, catching your breath after all that hard work. There were a lot of boxes to unpack, but getting them all in here was good enough for now. After a moment Jungwoo came up and hugged you from behind, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“You wanna take a nap before the food gets here?”

“So you can eat all the good parts first? No way.”

“You don’t trust me?”

“I do, just not when it comes to food.”

“Meanie.”

“I guess I should start unpacking some boxes while I wait. Or else I might fall asleep on the couch.”

“Fine, but I will be helping.”

“Of course.”

    You weren’t shy or embarrassed about Jungwoo helping you unpack things like your clothes and intimates. He had already seen you naked, and besides, two people were better than one. You had finished rearranging the closet when the food arrived, and you quickly ran out to get it, beating him to it. He complained but still, the two of you sat down to eat.

“Isn’t this nice? The two of us, together at home.”

“You’re gonna make me blush. I’m still processing.”

“I was thinking… since it’s our first night living together… we could… break in the bed?”

“We’ve already done that.”

“But tonight is a special night.”

“Hm… it sounds great, but I have to get up early tomorrow for work. This may be something big for us, but the world’s not gonna stop to let us enjoy it like that.”

“Awe, come on.”

“I need a good night’s sleep. I’m gonna get berated with questions about this tomorrow. Who knows what’ll slip out of my mouth if I’m exhausted.”

“Please, pretty please.”

“Aish, why does my boyfriend have to be so cute.”

“So is that a yes?”

“No. And don’t try to be funny or you’ll be sleeping on the couch.”

“Wow, you’re so mean.”

“But you still love me.”

Jungwoo huffed for a bit. “Yeah, I do.”

    Jungwoo offered to do the dishes while you prepared for bed, wanting you to take your time and get used to the new living accommodations. His shower pressure was certainly better, but it was just nice to know he was nearby in case anything ever happened. He washed up after you, and by the time he got out you were already in bed under the sheets. Jungwoo happily joined you, pulling you into a hug.

“Easy…” You mumbled. “I did warn you…”

“Are cuddles not allowed?”

“Only cuddles…”

“Sleep well, my love.”

🖤

    Sleeping well was a major understatement. After a relaxing shower you easily fell asleep, feeling warm in Jungwoo’s embrace. You drifted off, feeling like it would be a peaceful night. At first it was, and then you began to feel a heat between your legs. You still felt like you were dreaming, and given where this was going, you didn’t want to wake up. You rubbed your thighs together, soft whimpers escaping your lips. Soon enough you felt something creeping up your leg, and you knew exactly where it was going.

“Jungwoo… Jungwoo… Jungwoo!”

    You jumped up as your alarm went off, startling you awake. You looked over to see Jungwoo asleep, his back towards you, although he was starting to wake up, slowly looking over at you with one eye open.

“Hm? Are you okay?”

“I… sorry… I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Your alarm…”

“Ah, right.”

    You reached over and turned off the alarm on your phone, carefully getting out of bed. You washed up and prepared for the day, giving Jungwoo a kiss goodbye before you left.

“Have a good day, my love…”

“I will, now go back to sleep.”

“Love you…”

“Love you too.”

    You went on your morning commute, getting into the office at your usual time. You greeted your coworkers and got settled in, suddenly remembering your dream last night. Maybe you should have slept with him.

“Y/n?”

“Huh? Oh, good morning, Taeyong.”

“What you zoning out for, way too early for that.”

“Nothing. So, what’s on the agenda for today?”

    You went about your day like normal, no one asking about you having moved in with Jungwoo, which was a relief. They’d probably bring it up eventually. It wasn’t until you were on your way back home that you remembered your dream. It was odd for sure, but sex dreams weren’t uncommon. Maybe you were just so fixated by it because it was your first one, especially having it while sleeping peacefully with Jungwoo for the first time. Even if you two had relations before, you never slept together through the night, always having to get back to your own place to get some proper rest before work.

“Jungwoo, I’m home!”

“Ah, welcome back, my love.”

    Jungwoo rushed over to greet you, picking you up in his arms and spinning you around before peppering your face with kisses.

“Aish, did you miss me that much?”

“Missed you so much more knowing you come home to me now.”

“Did you have a good day at work?’

“It was wonderful, as I knew you’d be here tonight.”

“Well, here I am.”

“Good. I made dinner, and then we can unpack some more.”

“Sounds good.”

    You ate together, Jungwoo happily feeding you from time to time. Once you had full bellies you finished unpacking, and this place really felt like home.

“So, shall we take a shower together?”

“Hm, just a shower?”

“I might wanna do something else.”

“Maybe… we’ll see.”

    This was your first time showering together, his place definitely had the space for it. Jungwoo was so adorable, being gentle as he helped you wash up your hair, and you did his. He enjoyed watching you, seeing you so happy in such a space. He had you stand under the shower head as he massaged your shoulders.

“So… shall my hands move elsewhere.”

“Hm… that sounds nice, but I think I’m too exhausted for late night activities.”

“Awe, I guess the shower is too relaxing.”

“Maybe…”

“Then let’s get you to bed.”

    Jungwoo helped you out of the shower and wrapped you up in a towel, drying you off. You both got dressed for bed and settled in, Jungwoo pulling you into his arms again. He kissed your head.

“Sweet dreams, my love.”

“Sweet dreams…”

🖤

    Maybe your dreams were too sweet. You were lying on your back, splayed out with Jungwoo hugging you, the sheets halfway down your body. It was a cool night, but Jungwoo was keeping you warm, at least to some degree. You were deep in sleep when you felt a tingling sensation coming from your breasts. You let out a content hum, starting to feel good. A heat began growing between your legs, and you let out a whimper. You felt like something was traveling up your body, hands perhaps, and you knew who they belonged to.

“Jungwoo… stop it…”

    You couldn’t bring yourself to fully wake up, liking the feeling too much. He probably didn’t hear you or just continued cause he knew deep down that was what you wanted. The hands kept trailing up your body, a cold wetness starting to come from them, making you shiver.

“Jungwoo… Jungwoo…”

    Your alarm went off, and your eyes shot open. You looked down to see Jungwoo in the same place, and you realized one of his arms was under you, apparently you had slept on it all night. You carefully got out of bed and pulled up the cover for Jungwoo, sneaking off to get ready for work. You came back to kiss him goodbye, finding his mumbles adorable.

“See you later, love.”

“Bye… bye…”

    It was another uneventful, but busy day at work. Taeyong had you running in circles and dealing with so many customers that by lunchtime you were ready to go home.

“So… you and Jungwoo…” Johnny smiled. “How’s living with the boyfriend? Should we expect an announcement soon?”

“Oh please, don’t start.”

“Just curious. Is the happy couple still happy?”

“Very much.”

“Yeah? Broken in the bed yet?”

“Shut up.”

“Come on, we’ve told you about our sexcapades before.”

“Well we haven’t done anything. Busy unpacking and work is driving me crazy, I’m too tired for anything else.”

“That’s all the more reason to have him take care of you.” 

“I mean… I think he has…”

“Huh?”

“Nothing, nevermind.”

“No, no, spill, what are you talking about?”

“I just… I think I had a sex dream?”

“Oh, do tell.”

“It wasn’t really anything, just, the last two nights, when I’m sleeping, I feel like someone… like something is happening.”

“Wow, didn’t think Jungwoo was the type.”

“But I’m not sure if he did anything, or they’re just dreams. When I wake up, considering where he is in bed, it doesn’t seem possible.”

“Maybe he’s frustrated and acting out in his sleep. This is the first time he gets to sleep with such a pretty girl.”

“You think?”

“Maybe. Wouldn’t hurt to ask. Although I’ve heard he doesn’t move around in bed.”

“Only one way to find out I guess.”

    You kept Johnny’s words in mind as you made your way home. You announced your arrival and Jungwoo ran over to greet you, another big hug and lots of kisses.

“How was work?”

“Boring but busy. And you?”

“Dragged too much, but I feel better now that you’re here. So how about dinner and TV, your favorite drama starts soon.”

“Sounds perfect.”

    You ate on the couch while the TV was on, cuddling up after eating to finish up the episode. Afterwards you stayed put, cuddling for a while, and you figured now was the time to ask about the last couple nights.

“Jungwoo.”

“Hm?”

“Have you been sleeping well?”

“Yeah, why? You haven’t?”

“Well… I think I’ve been… having sex dreams…”

“Oh, dreaming about me? How sweet. What am I-”

“Not like that.” You sat up. “I feel like someone is touching me, and like… is that you?”

“What? No, you said you don’t wanna do anything, and I respect that. Maybe you’re the one who wants something.”

“Yeah, well I don’t have the energy for it. I’m gonna go shower and then go to bed.”

“Shall I join you?”

“Maybe next time.”

    You trusted Jungwoo, and given the evidence you had, he definitely wasn’t doing anything. Maybe it was your subconscious begging for something you didn’t have time for at the moment. At this point, two nights in a row, it was getting a bit annoying. Still, you stayed focus on what was to come. You snuggled into the covers and soon enough Jungwoo got in and spooned you, giving you soft kisses.

“Dream of me, okay?”

“I’ll do my best.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too, night.”

🖤

    You thought after confronting the situation you’d have a normal night, but that seemed to be the furthest thing from your mind. You slept in Jungwoo’s embrace, using his arm as a pillow, happy and content. You were already warm and comfy, but soon you felt something moving up your leg. It was kinda cold which made you shiver, and before you could think too much of it you felt it between your legs, rubbing back and forth through your panties. You let out a whimper, pulling your legs up a bit. Soon enough you felt something else curling around your breasts and a moan escaped your lips.

“Jungwoo, cut it out…”

“Hm?”

“Stop it…”

“Stop...what?”

“Your hands…”

“What…”

    You opened your eyes, beating your alarm by a few seconds. When you looked over at Jungwoo he was lying on his back, and you noticed your face outline on the arm you had been sleeping on. You shook your head and got out of bed, going to splash some cold water in your face. You had no idea what was going on with you, but right now you didn’t have the time to worry. You got ready and kissed Jungwoo goodbye. Of course Johnny wanted to know what went down with his advice so he got you to join him for lunch again.

“He said he didn’t do anything.”

“Hm, he is a deep sleeper.”

“Or maybe he’s lying.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Three nights in a row? That’s one too many to be a coincidence.”

“Then tell him to sleep on the couch.”

“What?”

“Just saying. If you think he’s doing something then have him sleep on the couch for one night or something.”

“I don’t think I could do that to him.”

“Then you sleep on the couch.”

“Hm… maybe…”

“Something does seem off with that not gonna lie. Although I wish I had that many sex dreams.”

“Oh, shut up.”

    One of you sleeping on the couch wasn’t a bad idea, but you doubt Jungwoo would like it either way. Still, you needed answers to all this. When you got home Jungwoo greeted you as always, very happy to see you, although he could see that something was on your mind.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen at work?”

“No, nothing like that.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

“I don’t know… I just had another weird dream last night and… I think something is up with me…”

“Another sex dream? And here I thought I was frustrated. Then how about I help you wash away your worries and give you what you want.”

“I’m not sure that will solve the problem.”

“Oh come on, isn’t that what your subconscious is telling you?”

“The fact you’re not worried here is saying a lot.”

“What are you talking about? Sex dreams are normal, and aren’t dreams supposed to tell you something. I can interpret this dream loud and clear.”

“Now I’m really starting to think you’re doing something while I’m asleep.”

“I said I didn’t.” 

“Your attitude says otherwise.”

“Seriously?”

“I’m worried and you think this is a joke. How can I not suspect you?”

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry. Can we just have dinner and go to bed?”

“I think I’m gonna eat out and stay with a friend tonight.”

“Y/n.”

“A night away from you should prove whether it’s you or not.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“I am.”

“You’re not leaving.”

“I’ll text you later.”

“I said you’re not leaving!”

    Jungwoo ran over to you and pulled you into his arms. You were startled as he raised his voice, also a bit confused by the hug. Once you regained your senses you started to squirm, trying to break free.

“Jungwoo, let go.”

“You can’t leave.”

“Let go.” You managed to move a bit, but he just wound up hugging you from behind. “Jungwoo, this is childish.”

“It’s not my fault.”

“Then what is it?”

“I couldn’t help it…”

“What?”

Jungwoo sighed. “I worked so hard to get you here, I can’t just let you leave cause you’re upset with me.”

“Huh?”

“You’re staying here.”

“Jungwoo-”

    You were suddenly lifted off the ground, Jungwoo carrying you off to the bedroom with ease. You knew he was strong, but this was beyond what you thought. Jungwoo threw you down on the bed, quickly climbing on top of you and pinning you between his thighs.

“Jungwoo, what the fuck!”

    He wasn’t listening to you, and took his shirt off. You weren’t really liking where this was going, but things took an unexpected turn. Jungwoo closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief, and then your eyes went wide. You weren’t sure that what you were seeing was real. Six cyan limbs, or tentacles, sprouted from his back, three on either side. They seemed to stretch before settling down, almost giving the illusion of wings.

“You… you…”

“It feels nice to let them out. I’ve kept them hidden since you moved in, but clearly they’ve been trouble.”

“What…”

“Your little sex dreams… they have a mind of their own, but I can’t blame them.”

“You’re not… human…”

“No, I just look like one. This planet isn’t bad… but I prefer my home.”

“Then why… why are you…”

“Here? A little vacation and sightseeing, but mostly… I’m looking for a mate.”

“A… a mate?”

“Yup. I saw you and everything just clicked. I knew I had to have you.”

“So… all this time… you just…”

“Oh, no, no, no, I do love you. All that time spent together has been wonderful. And you’re so cute.” Jungwoo leaned down and kissed your cheek. “Which is why I can’t lose you.”

“This isn’t… love… you’re just…”

“Sh. I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long. I’ve been restraining myself as best as I can but… it is mating season for me afterall.”

“Mating… season…”

Jungwoo smiled. “You’ll enjoy it, I promise.”

“Wa… wait!”

    Seeing those tentacles suddenly come to life sent a chill down your spine. Jungwoo let you get your arms free, but he quickly pinned them above your head, his lips moving to yours. He kissed you deeply, and then his lips trailed down to your neck, starting to suck on the exposed skin. While he gave you attention, his tentacles started going elsewhere. One immediately went into your pants, right under your panties and reached your core. It rubbed back and forth, the feeling made you whimper, and you recognized the familiarity of it. The last couple of nights, they started to make sense, even if all this seemed impossible.

    Two other tentacles went under your shirt, pushing your bra up and wrapping around your breasts. They were all wet, but soon enough you began to feel warm. Despite everything your body was responding against your wishes, getting more stimulation than you were used to. That was probably why your head was getting fuzzy, or maybe that was something else. Once you seemed calm enough Jungwoo released his grip, although his tentacles kept your arms pinned as he began to undress you. He started with your pants, getting some help tugging them down, and then slipping you out of your shirt, tossing your bra off to the side.

“You seem happy.”

“Hm…”

“When I’m not holding back my pheromones can be quite overwhelming, plus the aphrodisiac my tentacles exude makes things very enjoyable.”

“You…”

“Sh, just enjoy yourself.”

    Jungwoo gave you a quick kiss, he then went down to your chest, pressing a kiss between your breasts before taking one into his mouth. You let out a moan, losing any sense of self control, slowly but surely. The tentacle between your legs kept teasing you, and then it started swirling around your entrance, making you needy. One of Jungwoo’s hands also dove down there, playing with your clit. You were already so wet with a foreign substance, and before you could wonder about the taste, a tentacle softly pushed into your mouth. It felt like a gummy, and had a sweet cherry taste to it. You were already so lost in your own pleasure you were practically a rag doll.

“Do you feel good?” Jungwoo asked, before seeing what was happening. “Ah, I see someone got greedy. Shall I?”

    You were more focused on gently sucking on the tentacle in your mouth, getting addicted to the taste, although someone wanted a taste too. The tentacle pulled out with a loud pop, giving you a second to breathe before Jungwoo was kissing you. His own lips were already shining, and just gave you a fresh taste of cherry. His hand moved away from your clit, wanting to hold your head and keep you close as his lips devoured you.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“Hm…”

    You had sex with Jungwoo before, but not like this. You couldn’t even fathom what it had been like for him, holding all this back. You thought to say something, but the words caught in your throat as you felt a tentacle push into you. They had been teasing for so long you didn’t see it coming, and it slid in so easily, stretching you out softly. A moan escaped your lips instead, and swear your eyes rolled to the back of your head. The tentacle went in as deep as it could, making you feel so incredibly full. You thought you had hit the ceiling until another tentacle started teasing your clit, adding another sensation.

“So fucked out already, love?” Jungwoo chuckled. “You must feel amazing.”

“Ye… yes… fuck…”

“So hot.”

    You were barely getting used to the tentacle buried inside you when it began moving. Not as you thought, back and forth, but swirling around, stretching you out more and more, trying to squeeze more in. Your hands gripped at the bed sheets just as the tentacles holding your arms let go and grabbed your legs, pulling them apart to let the other get deeper.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

“I know, baby. We’re getting to the good part.”

    You didn’t really know what he meant by that, but you were focusing more on the attention your body was getting. By now you were practically shining from head to toe, feeling warm and fuzzy all over. Jungwoo’s hand found his way between your legs again, two fingers shoving their way into you alongside the tentacle. He was looking around for something, and when he found it he started working it over. A new wave of pleasure washed over you as he kept hitting your sweet spot, plus the stimulation on your clit, it was too much. The heat that was building was suddenly ablaze and you knew you were seconds away from climaxing. 

    Jungwoo could see it too, stealing a kiss from you as your vision went white. You moaned into his mouth, your whole body shaking with impossible levels of pleasure, your hips shaking and greedily trying to get more. You didn’t even get any relief as you came down, the tentacles and fingers still moving and taking advantage of your sensitive state. Jungwoo reached over to take one of your hands and guide it down to wrap around his cock. You don’t know when he completely undressed, but it didn’t matter. He got your hand into a good rhythm as you pumped his shaft, feeling precum coat your hand and get smeared all over. You knew where this was going, and simply imaging it made you lick your lips.

“Easy love, soon.”

    Whatever he meant by soon wasn’t fast enough but eventually you got what you wanted. You whined as the tentacle slowly pulled out, leaving you empty and needy. Jungwoo pulled your hand away and kissed. Since you were already stretched out it was so easy for Jungwoo to slide in. The tentacle was lovely, but feeling a nice cock inside, and squeezing down on it just hit differently. You moaned, a blissed out expression on your face. There was no way you fully recovered from your first orgasm as Jungwoo was already working a second one out of you. He started of slow, teasing you, before getting into a good rhythm, and getting rough.

“Fuck, Jungwoo… ah, fuck…”

“I got you, I got you. Just get ready for me.”

“Hm…”

    You moved your hips in time with Jungwoo, not sure how you had the energy for it, maybe you were just hungry for him. You were stretched out so good, and then you felt the tip of a tentacle teasing at your entrance, wanting to go back in as well. Jungwoo leaned down to kiss you, whispering words of encouragement. He took another shot at your lips as the tentacle pushed its way in, stretching you out way more than you were used to. You whimper, needing a moment to get used to the size, but it felt so good regardless of the pain.

“You’re so fucken hot like this baby.”

“Jungwoo…”

“Sh, just take it all in. I know it’s too much for your mind to handle, but I got you.”

“Ah…”

    Jungwoo held your gaze, looking at the expressions on your face. He had been looking forward to this so much, and he was enjoying every moment of it. Even as he was reaching his own climax he held your gaze. As he got close all the tentacles got relentless, wanting you both to cum together, and when you squeezed him tightly from reaching your high he spilled his seed into you. He kept pushing into you, wanting his cum to go deeper inside, and stay put to plug you up. You felt so warm inside, wanting to wrap your legs around him, but they were still held apart. All you could do was moan, trying to keep a blurry Jungwoo in your vision.

“I’m gonna take you home…”

“Hm…”

    Jungwoo pressed his head against yours, the two of you trying to catch your breath. You were both sticky and covered in a mix of sweat and tentacle shine. In a strange way you felt so loved, more than any normal person could give you. At this point you might actually pass out, especially when Jungwoo started moving again, a wet sound filling your ears.

“You wanna come home with me baby girl?”

“Home…”

“You’ll love it. It’s like this world but better, especially for the little ones.”

“Little…”

    Even in your haze that phrase seemed to pull you to the surface. You squirmed for a moment before your arms were grabbed again, and all the tentacles pulled your limbs taut, keeping you still.

“You… you…” Your eyes glanced down to see Jungwoo and a tentacle buried deep inside you. “I’m… I’m not on anything…”

“I know. I’m glad I didn’t have to worry about that.”

“No… you can’t… you’re not…”

“We don’t just look like humans, but have some other similarities.”

    Jungwoo carefully moved back as the tentacle kept his cum in you. He leaned down and kissed at your belly, another tentacle coming over to gently rub it.

“You’re gonna look so beautiful soon enough.”

“No, no, no! You can’t!”

    You tried to struggle, but you were held still, starting to panic. Jungwoo took you by surprise with a kiss, trying to calm you down. It didn’t do much so a tentacle pushed its way past your lips, the sweet cherry taste already acting like a sedative, the limb itself swirling around in a soft soothing rhythm. Soon enough you were lulled back into a blissful state, vaguely watching Jungwoo pressing more kisses to your belly.

“We have a long night ahead of us.”

[aceywacy2]

Pleasure turned punishment pt.1

Based on this post https://www.tumblr.com/aceywacy2/710802186245914624/subjames-dom-reader-and-dom-remus-reader-and

Nicknames for those who don’t know……

Moony - Remus. Prongs- James

This is gonna be in hogwarts time but with a slight modern twist to the shops they have in Hogsmeade.

James and Remus have a bigger dorm room so they all stay together inside of it. Y/N of course has another room on the other side in the girls dormitory.

For this Y/N is a girl

Spanking, slight feminization, hair pulling, slight degradation/humiliation.

Remus and Y/N we’re getting ready to go out and get James some things special for his birthday. Wanting to introduce him to something new to spice up their life a little.

“ We’re not gonna be too long Prongs, no longer then about 2-3 hours. You know our rules, and how they still apply even when we’re gonna so we expect you to follow them” Remus had said. Y/N nodding her head in agreement. James only looked at them and rolled his eyes, “ when have I ever disobey the rules. No need to worry about me so go and shop already “. Both Remus and Y/N looked at each other before letting out a small laugh, James wasn’t one that always followed the rules even if he said he would but they didn’t pry into it, knowing that he knows what happens when he doesn’t so it wouldn’t do much if they said anything, so they both gave him a kiss on the cheek before leaving.

After they were gone from the room, James went down to the common room and sat down with Sirius for a while and they just joked and talk about anything random. Sirius wishing him a happy birthday with a smack on the head and a big ole laugh. Before telling him he had to go for some random detention he got earlier in the day.

James went back up to his room, now completely board since everyone he wanted to talk to was gone. Sitting down on their bed, he attempted to try and maybe take a nap so he wasn’t tired for when Moony and Y/N come back as he was exited to see what they were gonna come back with, already knowing they went to get him a present because they wouldn’t leave him alone on his birthday if they weren’t.

He laid down in bed, starting to fall asleep. He didn’t sleep for long , as after a while he started to have a dream. A wet dream to be more accurate. Shifting and squirming around in the bed, James was reading about sitting on Remus lap with his cock deep inside of me, face flushed as he lets out load moans, while Y/N is just sitting their smirking as she strikes his cock ever so slow.

Hehe that’s all you get 𖨆

The dream suddenly stopped as he woke up with a small gasp. Looking down as he saw his was undoubtedly hard from that. He knew he shouldn’t but he couldn’t help himself, grabbing his wand as he placed a silencing charm around the room so no one outside of that door could hear what he was doing then took his clothes off, throwing them on the floor. Leaning back onto the bed as he propped himself up and stuck two fingers in his mouth, starting to suck on them, then taking his other hand and wrapping it around his cock and starting to stroke himself. Slowly at first before speeding up, closing his eyes and leaning his head back as he focus on feeling the pleasure all around him. Pulling those fingers out of his mouth and brining them down to his hole. Circling at it before sticking them inside slowly with a small whimper leaving his lips. Thinking to himself how ‘ if feels better when Remus or Y/N is doing it ‘ as they had bigger and longer hands. Working himself open, it started to feel better as time went on. Continuing to stoke his cock as he bucked his hips into his own hand, letting out small whines as it never felt as good when he did this himself but he wasn’t about to stop.

At Hogsmeade

Remus and Y/N we’re walking around, looking at all the little shops but only having one in mind. It was a small shop located deep into the others, not many people knew about it since it was a shop full of Adult toys and other things.

When they got to it and went inside they started to look around, already knowing what they wanted to get him. Going over to the lingerie section and grabbing James this gold color one that would just pop on his skin. Y/N grabbing one as well in the color red and black as James always liked how they looked on her. Holding that in their hands they then made way over to another section, full off dildos, vibrators, cock rings and nipple clamps.

Both of them letting out laughs to themselves as they grabbed 2 new dildos, 1 new vibrator , 1 cock rings and 2 pairs of nipple clamps. They held onto those and went to look around at everything else, not grabbing anything as they had what they needed so they went up to the counter and paid for their items then walk out the little shop. Remus telling Y/N to wait by the entrance of a different store he went into. Not waiting long as he came out and just said” I was checking on an order for something, but we’re too to go now”. Y/N just nodded as they made their way back to the school. Ready to surprise James but not knowing they were in for a surprise as well.

Back at the school- in their dorm

It could be seen that James was still at it, thrusting fingers into his hole as he stroked his cock. Having came about twice he was staring to get a little worn out but he just couldn’t stop. Well that was until he heard someone clearing their voice. Startled he quickly sat up, grabbing a blanket and covering himself as he looked over at the door. The color drained from his face as he saw Y/N and Remus standing their, both with disappointed looks on their face.

“ Really James, todays your birthday and you go off and breaks the rules. “ Y/N said. “ You know we’re still going to have to punish you right, and to think we could have used all this new stuff we got for you to please you in new ways possible… but no “ Remus has said joining in.

Remus and Y/N proceeded over to the bed. y/N starting to strip down as she was now in nothing but a lingerie set. Getting on the bed in-front of poor little James who hasn’t said a word from when he got caught. Letting out a small gasp and mewl when he felt Y/N move her hands around his cock and start to stroke him roughly.

Remus starting to strip as well, dumping the contents of the bags on the bed as he grabbed his wand and did a quick spell on everything so it was all unpackaged and clean, ready for us. Grabbing a pair of nipple clamps then sliding on the bed. Going over to James and clamping them on his nipples, watching as they harden. Using his wand again and placing a charm on them to where they start to be on a low vibration setting for extra stimulation.

Both Remus and Y/N smirking as they look down at James. Him looking like an absolute mess from he previous actions and a bit of teasing per say from them.

Y/N took her hand from his cock. James letting out a whine , but she said nothing. Grabbing him by his side as she flipped him over to where he was now on his hands and knees, spreading his legs, and then moving to where she was in front of him. Don’t ask me how she did it- super fucking girl strength 😒.

Remus moving to the spot behind him, as he laid a smack on James’s ass, watching as it turned a lovely red color. And James letting out a loud cry. Remus didn’t say anything as he continued.

Smack

Smack

Smack

Smack

I’m not curl so he only gets five smacks on his precious ass

“Awe poor baby, we didn’t want to have to do this today but, you just had to go off and break the rules. Wanting to play with your pretty little cock at the thought of it being one of us. Placing a silencing charm on the room but I bet you left the door unlocked on purpose. Wanted someone to walk in here and see you being a horny little slut so they could come and help you out” Y/N said, taunting him.

“That’s Not True! “ James cried out behind a broken moan.

Remus chiming in”We know, as we know you know that no one can give you and your body the pleasure like we do”, he said as he grabbed one of the dildos and aligned it to his hole. Pushing it in slowly before speeding up, thrusting it inside of him, as no matter what, he didn’t want to hurt James what so ever.

Y/N ran her fingers through James hair, gripping ip as she pulled his head up to look at her. Kissing his head before putting two fingers at his mouth. Waiting for it to open before thrusting them down his throat, watching as James began to gag and tears form at his eyes.

James could only feel a burning pleasuring sensation throughout his body. Remus continuing to ruin his hole with the dildo, thrusting it in and out with no mercy as he clenched around it, only wishing it was something else. Remus big ole dick😩

Feeling himself about to cum as he was still so sensitive from cumming moments before he was caught. Only being thrown over the edge as Remus moved his hand down to his cock and wrapped his fingers around it, slowly and roughly stroking him. James couldn’t hold it in anymore, Letting out a loud moan as his eyes rolled back as he came.

Slumping down on the bed as his legs quivered from the dildo still being moved inside of him, looking up at Y/N with the tears in his eyes, as she caressed his cheek. Remus pulling the dildo out of him and throwing it somewhere in the room, leaning down as he pressed at kiss to James’s back.

“Darling, this is only the beginning. The punishment may now be over , but it’s time for the real fun”.

Best believe, James’s cock was hard once again. Ready for the fun to begin.

[bloomingflowersthings]

Taking a break

Pairings: Yelena Belova x sick!reader

Summary: Moving in to your first house with your girlfriend is really exciting, but also exhausting. While concentrating in organizing your new home, you forgot that it’s important to take a break sometimes, especially when you’re feeling unwell.

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You and your girlfriend, Yelena were finally moving to your first house. While you both loved living in the avengers compound with everyone, the feeling that you were living where you work just wasn’t working, your workaholic mind just wouldn’t rest. So you decided to move to a little house near the compound. It wasn’t too big but it was just the two of you so that wouldn’t be a problem. You and Yelena had spent the last month organizing the house and packing your things, and today you were officially moving.

You were so excited about your moving, that you ended up overworking yourself tidying up your home, which wouldn’t be a big problem if you hadn’t caught a really bad cold in the process.

“Eiishiew! Eeshiew! Hh’iiishoo!” you sneezed on your elbow, almost falling since you had to quickly balance the heavy box that you were carrying.

“Bless you detka, you still dealing with that cold?” Yelena said, placing a hand on your back to steady you.

“It’s not too bad, I barely noticed it”

“Well, I noticed that you sneezed a billion times in the last hour” she giggled “but I really think you should rest a little, we can slow down a bit, what do you think?”

“No!! now that we’re already here, i’m only going to stop once i unpack everything” you said, finishing your sentence quickly to catch a set of sneezes in your elbow.

Yelena blessed you, the assassin was really worried about you. You had been sick for a few days now, and while she tried to take care of you, you were reluctant to get some rest. Usually, she loved your determination to get things done, but at this moment, your stubbornness was not helping.

“Princess, i’ll be alright!” you said, noticing the way she was glancing worriedly at you.

“Yeah, your chapped nose and pale face are so reassuring” she mumbled.

You both decided to split up while unpacking your things, that way it would be quicker. You were organizing the living room while Yelena took care of the kitchen.

“Hh’iiitshoo! Hh’tshhhiew! Hh..H-Hh’tshuu! H-H’iitshiew!”

“Bless you.” Yelena said, as she emerged from the kitchen, bringing a tissue box and placing it in front of you, making you slightly self conscious.

“I’m sorry…” you said, blushing red.

“You don’t need to apologize for sneezing, silly girl. I just brought the tissues cause I thought that you might need them.”

“No, I’m sorry that I got sick and I’m sorry for being stubborn.” you said, as tears formed in your eyes. Your raging fever and exhaustion were making you sensitive.

“No baby, it’s alright. I mean it’s no fun that you’re not feeling well, but we’re gonna fix that okay? i’m here and i’m gonna take care of you.” she said, pulling you into a tight hug. “You do feel too warm for me, can you just wait a second while i’m gonna grab a wet cloth for you?” you nodded slowly and she lowered you in the couch, making sure you were comfortable.

While trying to calm yourself down, your breath got caught on your throat and you entered a painful coughing fit. Your girlfriend could swear she could hear your lungs rattling.

“My love? let’s move over to our bed?” Yelena asked, after placing the cloth on your forehead.

“‘Lena, I don’t feel so good” you admitted. You felt dizzy and weren’t sure if you were gonna be able to walk to your room.

Without saying a word, the blonde picked you up, bridal style, to carry you to bed.

After tucking you in, she laid by your side, kissing your temple. “Oh malyshka, I hate to see you like this…” she said as you begin to shiver.

“I just need some sleep, i’ll be fine.” You said, tugging closer to her.

“Let’s take a nap then, I’ll be right here.” Yelena said, and the both of you fell into a peaceful slumber.

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A loud noise woke up the assassin. Quickly getting to her feet she tried to reach blindly for one of her guns until she remembered that she hadn’t spread any weapons around the house yet.

Looking over to the bed, you weren’t there. She immediately understood what was happening.

Walking over to the living room, there you were, still trying to clean the house besides feeling obviously bad. The loud noise that she heard was made by one of the boxes that you dropped on your hazy state.

“Y/N?” Yelena asked, noticing how glassy your eyes were.

When you didn’t acknowledge her presence she placed a hand to your forehead. You were significantly warmer than earlier. poor baby…

“Please stay put, i’m getting you something for that fever.” She said as she sat you down on the couch. Your lack of protests were probably because you were so out of it. It broke her heart to see you in that state.

Every girl who got sick like this in the red room was brutally tortured. So Yelena panicked every time she saw someone getting sick. However, thankfully she was free from Dreykov and she would never have to deal with that kind of thing again.

Finding some Tylenol in her purse, she brought it over to you amongst a glass of water. You took the pills and looked over at her.

“I’m tired…”

“I know sweetie, how about we lay down? I’m tired too and a break wouldn’t hurt. You need some rest.” She said while massaging your scalp.

You nodded in approval and she picked you up again. Laying down with you and holding you close. She would never let anything bad happen to you.

“Sweet dreams Y/N, I hope you get well soon.”

[ainsley30]

*not my picture*

Genre: fluffy 🥰

Adopting kid Loki

Everyone was really hesitant at first when I brought up the idea of bringing kid Loki back with us. But there was something about the sweet little boy that I couldn’t just leave. He was a lot younger than everyone remember or even saw. Kid Loki was really baby Loki as he was only 2 or 3 years old as this variant. The other kid Loki who was more commonly known was off in some adventure. This poor baby really didn’t understand what he was doing or what was happening to him. So I took it upon myself to watch over him while I wait for my Loki’s return. His only friend was Croki, who I learned every quickly didn’t like new people getting close to his friend. When my Loki came into the picture he was beyond shocked to begin with, then I spring the adoption idea in him and he goes even crazier.

“Sweetheart we can’t take him with us.” Loki tried to reason

“But Loki look at him! He’s just a baby! We have to take him or else who’s going to take care of him. Croki can only do so much.” I argued

Croki at that moment looked up from is napping spot with baby Loki and grunted.

“See even he agrees with me!” I continued to push.

“Love we might not even be able to get out of here in one piece and you want to bring a baby with us?” Loki tried to reason with me.

“Well of course Croki would come with us.” I say very seriously.

“Loki listen please” I start to say as I sit him down near the two sleeping “I can’t leave him here, I just can’t. It hurts to much to see that he’s already been here for so long. Please let me take care of him and love him like he deserves. Like you deserve. They both are apart of you and I want to love all of you.” I sob out

Loki wipes away my tears know full well I won’t leave here until I have those two with me.

“My sweet darling love your heart is too big for a foolish god like me! How did I ever get so lucky in earning your love.” Loki states with so much love in his eyes

“Alright let’s get them out of here so we can be a happy family” Loki laughs

“Really! You really mean that!” I jump up with excitement

“Pet, I know that no matter what I say you are taking those two whether I like it or not. So why not just agree and be the father I never got to them” Loki says

“I love you more than anything” I run to him and hug him so tightly

“I love you too darling! Now come one we got to get out of here”

After Loki says that I bend down to where baby Loki and Croki are and softly shake them awake. Baby Loki looks up at me with the biggest baby eyes I have ever seen. I grab him and my Loki and I start our escape (something we are both really good at).

After making it out of that horrible place I take back baby Loki and Croki to our shared apartment to eat some food and get ready for bed. Dinner was squished peas for the little guy and raw rabbit for Croki. Loki and I had chicken nuggets and tater totes. I got baby Loki ready for bed, with in 5 minutes he was fast asleep and Croki wasn’t far behind. I stood in the door watching them peacefully sleep and felt arms come around my waist and a head sit on top of mine.

“Thank you for convincing me to adopt them” Loki mumbles while leaning into you

“Thank you for letting me convince you” I say with a soft smile on my face.

[modyuki]

Heyya this is 🎸 anon again, saki with Sayo hikawa!S/O is sooooo good, and i love it very much. Could i Request again😞? Still Saki tenma(My baby lol) but this time with Troupe [She(saki) fell first, they(S/O) fell harder] maybe still with Sayo hikawa!S/O

You can ignore my request if It's too much, and thank you very much!

Melting

summary: Saki falling in love with her S/O that is like Sayo Hikawa

TW: none I think

Notes: TYSM FOR REQUESTING AGAIN I'M GLAD YOU LIKED IT 😋 I hope you enjoy this one as much you enjoyed the last one

The first time Saki actually talked to you was during her middle school days which she unfortunately spended in the Hospital.

You were visiting Saki for the first time because your friend Tsukasa wanted you to properly introduce yourself to his little sister.

Saki has seen you before and you have seen her before and yes Tsukasa did introduce her to you and you two talked before sure but nothing more than a few Hi's and small talk's while Tsukasa was busy doing something

Even if it was just a few small talks or glances Saki always felt a little warm in her heart whenever she saw you

But one thing she noticed is that she never saw you smile well

That was until today

You were walking in the room where Tsukasa told you Saki's new room was

She was looking out of the window waiting for you since her brother told her you were visiting her today. She was very excited about that too

When entered the room you called out to her to get her attention which worked since the room wasn't that big

You went closer to her and sat beside her bed and the two of you started talking

Until Saki asked you a question.

So anything interesting happened during this year? Like did you guys went on trips had the sports festival

....

You could tell she was sad because she lost basically her whole middle school year

But you didn't want her being sad so You took matters into your own hands

Yes we did do all of these things but I personally didn't enjoy it

Why? I thought you liked competitive stuff like that?

Well I do but honestly I think I rather go back in time and spend the hole year with you instead and make our own celebrations

I know I can be harsh at times but it's just that I really care about you Saki

You both her hands in yours , her hands felt warm against your cold ones

Doing these things at school are not the same without you Saki, I enjoy doing them because I know I'll see you happy so I rather be here in the hospital spending time with you than going to some stupid school trip or festival Saki

You had such a bright, warm smile on your lips you looked so beautiful smiling at her right now

Saki felt like an ice cream in the sun melting away from your smile

That was until a bitch ass nurse came in and told you that visiting time was over

You and Saki said your goodbyes and you left

After that day every time you went to visit her. She couldn't help but feel her heart skip a beat.

After Saki was discharged from the Hospital and get things fixed with the rest of Leo/Need she found out you were at her school too

You started to hang out with the rest of Leo/Need but Saki was a little different with you than everyone else

She would often give gifts either directly or putting them in your locker

She would always give you hugs for example almost everyday Saki would take naps on your shoulder or Saki would cling onto your arm

Your heart would always skip a beat but you didn't think much of it until Saki confessed to you

Saki asked you to walk with her home and maybe spend some time together you complied to her request

When the two of you got to her house you said hi to her parents and the both of you went upstairs were you spended time in many different ways like listening to songs

Until Saki finally had courage to tell you about what she wanted to say

Hey (name) the real reason I asked you to come here was because I really like you and

She took her hands in your they felt warm against your cold hands ... Wait this is familiar somehow

I wanted to ask you

She got really close to you which made you feel like an ice cream melting in the sun from how hot you were feeling right now

Would you please be my girlfriend I really really really love you and you make me so happy and I wish to make you just as much happy as you make me (name) that's how much I love you

Saki was blushing like crazy

But you could be compared to a tomato

Yes Saki I'd love to be your girlfriend

With that Saki closed the distance between the two of you with a kiss

That night you slept over Saki's house

And the two of you cuddled together

Well while you blushed so much that you looked like a tomato

After that day every time you got a little gift from Saki wether was it directly or in your locker you would always blush like crazy and give her quick kisses and hugs from the back

One thing Saki noticed is that you didn't seem as harsh as before with her of course you still were a bit but way less than before

You also started to have your heart melting over small little things Saki did

You love her so much 😭😭😭😭

You also win the "I love you more" fights like 99% of the time

Saki might have been the first one to melt in love but you melted completely in love with her

I HOPE THIS IS GOOD ENOUGH I'M SORRY IF THIS IS BAD 😭😭😭 I'M STILL NOT THE BEST AT WRITING I APOLOGIZE

I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it . Have a nice day and please eat something get some rest and drink water

Bye!!

[changingplumbob]

Villareal Household: Chapter 4, Part 2

More Villareal drama, Devin is an actress after all. The newborns are home but things start to get rocky for Luna when she has trouble producing milk. Devin does her best to be supportive and their families visit for Harvestfest. At the end the boys become infants.

Context: The magic of game code allowed my two female sims to have biological twins. Again gameplay in this part would not be possible without the Child Birth Mod by PandaSama, specifically the lactation for Luna.

Saturday evening and we're all back home. Rilian is in the left bassinet in a blue onesie. Alfred is on the right in a green onesie. Both were lovingly knitted by nonna Calista. The skintones are throwing me off a bit, they don't seem to match either parent. Hopefully this changes on age up.

Luna's milk production doesn't seem to have started yet so she takes a cookie meant to help lactation before her nap. Devin finishes her nap and is delighted to find it wasn't all a dream, her sons are here. She calls Callista to tell her, and confirm they will still host Harvestfest tomorrow

Devin: I hope I didn't wake you

Luna: I needed to eat, why is my milk not coming in?

Devin: Amore every woman is different

Luna: I'll try pumping, hopefully I'll get something

Devin: Well hello Rilian. Come here, mama will feed you some nice formula while mummy works on her milk

Luna: *sighs sadly*

Devin: Hi there Alfred. Do you want some yummy formula huh

Luna: Nothing from that one, I'll try the other side

Devin: We can have formula in the meantime, can't we boys

Rilian: *wails*

Luna: It's my fault, he's hungry

Devin: Lu I just fed him, he can't be hungry

Luna: *sadly* mummy is trying

Luna: I don't know what I'm doing wrong

Devin: You're not doing anything wrong, Rilian just inherited my drama skills

Luna: I feel bad

Devin: Lu they'll survive if you can't produce milk

Luna: But they said breast is best

Devin: They also said leeches were an infallible cure

Luna: How do you know that word

Devin: TV

Luna: I'll have another cookie and try again

Devin: Just remember, they wouldn't make baby formula if it wasn't safe for babies to have

Luna tries again. She doesn't mind having a small chest but worries that's part of the problem with her milk supply.

Luna: SCHATZ! I got some

Devin: Well done Lu

Rilian: *Wails*

Devin: OMW I know you're not hungry yet

Luna: I'll give him some cuddles. Hey buddy, mummy is here

Rilian: *sniffs*

Luna: Next feed you'll have real milk, I promise. And so will you Alfred

Alfred: *blinks*

Luna: They're so perfect

And far too soon

Rilian: *wails*

Devin: Yep, you're hungry, got it

Luna: I'll try get some more milk

Devin: Are you sure you don't want to feed them

Luna: You do it, I need to try get our stock up

Devin: Lu you're not failing as a mum if you can't get breast milk

Luna: I wish it felt like that

Devin: How can I help

Luna: Keep buying the cookies

Devin: Lu-

Luna: I just want to try for a bit longer, please

Devin: You're the boss of your body, but they'll love you whether you're feeding them milk or formula, I promise

Luna scoops up each boy before heading back to bed, waiting on her milk.

Harvestfest is here! When Devin wakes up Luna is already busy trying to pump so she decides to take care of the morning chores. Sleep seems to have done Luna good and she's able to get two bottles ready for when her sons wake up.

After appeasing a gnome Devin thinks she can fit in a run before the boys wake up. Like normal she streams it to keep her fame up.

Paparazzi: Mrs Villareal! How are your babies? Can you confirm names

Devin: Good morning Ali. No comment

Ali: Understood

Devin: Have a good Harvestfest Ali

Ali: You to

Luna appeases the other gnomes and gets stuck into her gardening. She enjoys looking after the plants, especially her flowers harvested from the romance festival. It's so much easier to weed now that she doesn't have a bowling ball belly. Hopefully the gnomes will bring new seeds.

Luna tells Devin she's happy gardening so Devin does the next feed.

Devin: Can you taste a difference Alfred? Mummy worked extra hard on this for you

Rilian: *wails*

Devin: Yes she got some for you to caro

After a few extra cuddles Devin goes to practice the lines for her next gig tomorrow night.

Luna: Three, four- how many do we need

Devin: Uh my parents, my siblings, Deanna will probably bring Paris, your brothers, and your sister in law, oh and us, 11, may as well do the whole table

Rilian: *wails*

Luna: Sounds like a, change me now cry, I got him

*Doorbell*

Devin: I'll get that

Devin: Come and eat! Joey made this meal for us earlier

Joey: Because I'm the best brother

Kelly: And you wonder why I'm evil

Aaron: Where's Luna

Devin: Diaper emergency

Calista: I remember those

Paris: How are the- bambinos? Is that the right word

Deanna: *nods*

Devin: They're so small but lovely

Luna: They have Devin's eyes

Aaron: The hero returns

Joey: I knew you could push them out

Devin: She was amazing, it was such hard work

Hugo: Hard work sounds like my sister

Luna: I've missed you

Hugo: Sorry, work's hectic

Luna: Where's Max

Hugo: Where do you think, eating inside with Miriam

Hugo: Anything you need me to do

Luna: Can you produce milk

Hugo: Nope

Calista: Are you having trouble

Luna: I shouldn't complain really

Aaron: You should complain. When we had our kids I always told Calista-

Calista: Tell me everything even if I can't help

Hugo: I'll take these dishes

Luna: Thanks

Luna: I only get milk about half the time

Calista: Don't believe those blogger mums, substituting with formula is fine

Aaron: Joey got mostly formula

Joey: And I'm a genius remember

Luna: Think you'll have kids Miriam?

Miriam: Why would I want to be pregnant, looks shit

Devin: Ma, pa, you ready

Calista: We're coming

Devin: This is Alfred, he was born first. Alfred this is your nonna

Calista: Hello bambino

Luna: Then we have Rilian. Rilian this is your nonno

Aaron: Deanna and Kelly are pretty pale but these two might have them beat

Luna: We'll see when they're infants

Once everyone has left it's time. Luna and Devin get in position and manage to start the age up on the boys at the same time. Will I ever get sick of this animation? No, no I will not.

They're looking pretty identical. Quick makeover. Alfred is on the left. Since he had a green shirt on, green is his first favourite colour. He'll also have green socks for identification. Rilian had a yellow shirt so yellow will be his colour. He has blue socks for identification.

Alfred rolled the sensitive trait while Rilian rolled the cautious trait. Both boys have already unlocked their first smile milestone, smiling at their parents as soon as they aged up. First things first, some tummy time. The boys have to learn how to work their necks.

Alfred: *cries*

Devin: I feel so bad

Luna: Please stop crying boys

Devin: Mama is right here caro

Rilian: *lifts head*

Luna: Well done baby

Devin: Did you hear that Alfred. Don't you want to learn like your brother

Alfred: *lifts head*

Devin: Thank you, see you survived

Luna: We better get them down

Rilian sleeps easy enough but he gets sad about being put down. Turns out he has the Loves Being Held quirk. Alfred has more trouble. He has the Gassy quirk which makes his poor tummy sore. He also has the Frequently Hiccups quirk. Luckily Devin soothes him to sleep and kisses Rilian goodnight.

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Italia

Day 10 & 11 - Roma Take Two

Steps walked: 22,929 & 12,588

Flights climbed: 14 & 6

Vehicles ridden: 0 & 4

Points of interest visited: 5 & 2

I may have killed a mosquito before bed, but ‘twas not the only one in the room. I now have about 20 bug bites, several of them new this morning. I suppose i should take it as a compliment… I must be very tasty.

Roma has one last chance to redeem itself before we head home on Day 11. We got an early start to our morning to be at the Colosseum, a 15 minute walk away, for a 9am tour.

The Colosseum is quite a marvel of engineering. They had elevators to lift the entertainment from a below ground “backstage” area, a sand floor to hide the blood, underground passages and rooms for the “entertainers”, and enough entrances and exits to empty up to 70,000 spectators in half an hour. Before the underground passages were built, the arena could be flooded for water-based entertainment, including swimming shows and naval battles. Given all this genius, it’s astonishing that they were so barbaric. Capturing animals and hunting them for entertainment before an audience, training gladiators and watching them fight to the death, public executions, not to mention all the women would have to sit in the farthest seats so as not to “distract the gladiators.”

Then during the Middle Ages the Catholics tried turning it into a big catholic monument, including plans to build a big ol’ basilica in the middle of the arena. Fortunately this never happened, but they did paint Christian murals on the walls, carved crosses everywhere they could, and installed a huge crucifix by one of the entrances. Cmon, guys. Bad form.

I think it was in the 18th century or around there during which the amphitheater was briefly used as a botanical garden. I couldn’t tell if it was intentional or a happy result of untended ruins that became overrun with plant life.

Next up was Palatine Hill which as far as I could tell was just a massive area of ruins that were originally from the Roman Empire, interspersed with more recent Christian additions as Christianity started to overtake Roma. Ruins up the wazoo. All the ruins.

Also once upon a time someone released parrots so now there are wild parrots in the area, just like in Pasadena. Felt like home.

Palatine Hill led down to the Roman Forum but by now I had suddenly been overcome with alarming hunger. The heat didn’t help. As cool as it was when we started our tour, that was three hours ago. The sun was high, it was 80°, and I hadn’t eaten lunch since yesterday. I remember almost nothing of the forum.

Here I am on the verge of death trying to focus on getting out of the ruins.

At the end of our tour, we feebly walked the twenty minutes to Buddy Veggy, a vegan restaurant at the top of my list in Roma. I was so hungry I ordered two entrees and ate them both in their entirety. No regrets.

We had about an hour at our apartment after that to brace ourselves for our afternoon engagement which was a professional photo tour, in which a local photographer takes us around to various landmarks and takes our picture. A great find on Airbnb experiences by Dan.

It felt a little awkward, and our photographer was nice and very specific with instructions but a bit hard to understand as he mumbled and was very soft spoken. But we took some pictures at a plaza that was designed by Michelangelo, a view over the Roman forum, a classic Roman street, and in a little side park facing the Colosseum. I’m looking forward to seeing the pictures.

From there, we decided to head back toward Buddy Veggy, the vegan restaurant we’d gone to for lunch because it was so good and why not. We added a stop on the way that was so close I can’t believe we walked by it on our way to lunch and didn’t notice.

I mean literally… it’s across the street. The location of Caesar’s murder. It’s a little roped off area of ruins that’s populated by cats. We saw a pine tree planted where Caesar was killed and a nearby napping cat.

Then walked twenty paces back to Buddy Veggy where they recognized us as we ordered dinner to go. We had a drink while we waited for the food to be ready. ‘Twas nice.

We turned in early and enjoyed our yummy dinner with a bottle of wine to get an early start the next morning.

Day 11, the day we travel home. But we intended to do what we could with what we had. So we woke early and headed to the Trevi Fountain, hoping to beat the worst of the crowds. It was still already pretty crowded at 8:15am so I can’t imagine what it’s like at other times of the day.

Cool fountain. I can’t tell if it’s still art fatigue or if everything pales in comparison to Firenze, but it just felt “cool” and not much more than that. Also it’s like… barely older than the US so like, brand new. Yawn, amiright?

From there we went to the Santa Maria della Vittoria so I could finally see the Ecstasy of Saint Teresa. They listed weird hours and we were there before 9, which was when Google said they opened. But some other people just walked right on in so we followed suit, careful to be quiet so as not to disturb the one praying man. Turns out he was napping, and snoring quite noticeably, but we still stayed quiet. I also made sure to wear leggings that covered my scandalous knees and a top that covered my devilish shoulders.

A nice little church and blissfully empty, giving us plenty of opportunity to admire the artwork, namely Saint Teresa. There was also this weird thing:

Still don’t know what that’s about.

But Saint Teresa was awesome. And something I didn’t realize about the sculpture was that as part of the display (she was after all made to go in that space) were marble reliefs and sculptures of spectators watching Saint Teresa in rapture. All in all a stunning display, and one I’m still confused about in terms of its intended meaning. I did some looking into Bernini, the sculptor, who was 70 if I recall when he accepted this commission. Turns out he has a knack for carving women in rapturous states. They’re magnificent. So I think I like Bernini.

We got in a few more steps trekking back to the room and then to the train station. As smooth as the locals now.

We had a great time. It was a trip a long time in the making and we got to see so many things. But I’m ready to be home with my animal family and have a break from all that walking on cobblestone streets.

Things I’ll miss:

- Relics of the Masters of the Renaissance around every corner. It was real, Leonardo. Michelangelo, I hope in death you have the peace you never found in life. Bernini… keep enjoying women’s orgasms I guess.

- Public water fountains. Seriously everywhere there are public fountains where you can just refill your water bottle.

- Lemons

- Not working and eating out for almost every meal. Tho our bank account won’t miss this.

Things I won’t miss:

- The fucking drivers. Tho the pedestrians are just as bad, just not as potentially deadly.

- The cigarettes! DisGUSting!

- Cobblestones and disappearing sidewalks

- Angry grocery store clerks

- Paying for water at restaurants

All in all, we logged 86.85 miles walked in just over 10 days, visited 7 Italian cities, saw works by Leonardo, Michelangelo, Vasari, Bernini, Botticelli, Raphael, and Caravaggio. We stood where Machiavelli wrote The Prince and where Dante was exiled, where Spartacus fought and lost against tyranny and where countless lost their lives to a volcanic eruption. History and art bled from the streets. But we cannot ignore the ugly alongside the beautiful. We saw horses abused for tourists seeking nostalgia, we were approached by beggars, stepped thru streets littered with cigarette butts and empty cups, turned our heads at the sight of giant flanks of animal flesh in windows and the smell of leather in shops.

The human experience will change in the details. Whether we have to weigh our own tomatoes in grocery stores or if crosswalks are honored by motorcyclists. But we are all just trying to survive in a harsh world, and find beauty and joy where we can.