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introvert-dragon  asked:

Gib me 45. What is your all time favourite fanfic? Please?

Oh my, tough question, but my choice would be Becoming Lífþrasir by @midoriko-sama.

It’s a story that caught my interest since the very beginning, when I was still a shy silent reader and the world of fanfiction was completely new to me.

This story captivated me from the start. It sucked me right in, and the universe that was created in the “Becoming” series is something that is still close to my heart. It’s one of the few stories that I’ve read that I waited impatiently to be updated. Every time it did, the day got a little bit better.

The story excels at everything it’s supposed to be and so much more. You feel the struggles that the characters are going through, you cheer along with them as well as sympathise in times of troubles.

The trilogy is truly an emotional rollercoster, in the best way possible.

This piece is something that really influenced my writing and the author is one of my authority figures when it comes to story-telling and character-building. She’s one of the reasons I joined Tumblr in the first place.

If you haven’t read the “Becoming” trilogy, and I can’t imagine that you haven’t, go read it - you won’t regret it!

Thank you for asking!

lurkeymclurker  asked:

What do you think it'd be like if one of the Rogue One members had survived? How would that effect the original trilogy and how would they cope with everything?

Cassian didn’t talk, at first. There didn’t seem anything else to say.


Mothma came at some point. Cassian woke up and she was at his bedside, sitting ramrod-straight, so very tall and white, even moreso washed out by the lights of the medbay. (She made him think of the columns on Imenthe—natural salt deposits like spires, like teeth ringing the great and violent sea. He killed a man there, got blood on all that white, white salt. And afterward he had sat in the sand, watched the tide come in and wash it all away.

Mon Mothma always made him think of Imenthe.)

She was studying his face now, and Cassian raised his eyebrows at her. She smiled a little. “Ah, Captain. I—have spent the last half-hour trying to decide what I would say.” 

She was quiet a moment, then the smile turned rueful. “I’m still not certain whether there is anything I could say.”

Cassian snorted, shut his eyes again. After a moment, he felt a very cool hand pressed to his forehead. “Cassian,” Mothma said, and there was something almost human in her voice, a thing like kindness. “Cassian, you saved us. How will we ever repay you?”

The meddroid had been very clear, he wasn’t supposed to move unassisted. Cassian risked it to turn his head away, screwing his eyes so tightly shut that he could see those little floating stars flare to life behind his eyelids.

Mothma drew her hand away. 

He heard her stand, the chair scraping a little as she did. “Bodhi Rook was released from bacta suspension last night,” she said, and her voice was cool again, impersonal. “He is expected to make a full recovery. The technicians are still working to fully recover K-2SO’s backup, but…I believe this means you were more than just successful in your mission, Captain. You brought everyone home.

“I thought you might be interested to know,” Mothma added after a moment. Her boots made a sharp, clipped noise on the stone floor, and then she was gone. 

Cassian went back to sleep.


(He only vaguely remembers what happened after Scarif. The adrenaline wore away quickly after Krennic was dead, and in its place came a rising pain, pain like the firestorm that engulfed Jedha. By the time they stumbled from the lifttube, Jyn was the only thing holding him upright; Jyn was telling him, cassian cassian c’mon, just a little farther, okay? just a little—it’ll be over soon, you can rest, I’ll let you rest, just—just—

But the rest is a scattered succession of images, half-memories: the sound of a ship’s engine overhead, and Jyn shouting here, we’re here!, a heavy weight on Cassian’s chest and screams he couldn’t make out (was that him screaming?) too much pain—he thinks he passed out once or twice; someone asking for his medical history and Cassian slurring, ask kaytoo, he keeps my records, before remembering—

I can’t feel my legs, he said at one point, he remembers that. Jyn’s face swimming into his vision, the red of blood streaked across her cheek. I can’t…that’s not good, is it, if I can’t…

Flickering lights, medical jargon he couldn’t understand. Someone saying spine, and spine again. (Every time he shut his eyes he could feel himself falling again, the whip-bang of the metal landing—) His spine again. Jyn’s voice, high and tight, saying yes, okay, yes. do whatever you have to.

When he woke up in the medbay on Yavin, he was alone.)


Cassian’s dreams were confused, a muddled haze of dead sentients clawing at his skin and his mother’s face—out of focus, distant and cold as a moon; he barely remembered enough of her to dream it anymore—and then suddenly, a cool pressure on his mind, rippling outwards. He was standing at the edge of a vast ocean, breathing in the cold tang of salt and the water. 

It was quiet.

He exhaled, and then he was lying in the medbay, and the sound of waves beating against the shore was just the thrum of blood in his ears.

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Heartbreak Insurance

Words: 10.9k
Genre: FLUFF.

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Ring Ri-

He bursts into a bright huge grin, despite not being seen. “Thank you for calling Heartbreak Insurance. My name is Jimin! How may I help you today?”

There’s a long silence over the phone until there’s a slight sniffle and the woman on the other line explodes into a hysterical sob. “HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGHH…nnn..nnn-” It’s a type of uncontrollable bawling howl that makes your snot drip inside your mouth .

“I’ll connect you to our customer services~ Please don’t hang up the line. One moment please!” Jimin moves the phone handset into his other hand while he presses some buttons, successfully transferring her over a second later.

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BTS: Reaction to their crush being mistaken as their girlfriend

•Jin: You two were walking through the super market, looking for snacks and sugary drinks for your movie night at the dorm. You came over every Saturday, unless they were on tour. You were reaching for an item high up, standing on your tip toes and stretching as much as you could. Your shirt started to lift and Jin panicked.“Are you trying to get other boys to look at you?” He grabbed the hem of your shirt and helped you hold it down. He was a little flustered. “Aish I can get it.” He held your hip with one hand and reached up to grab it-easily. You felt your heart flutter, and you looked back at him.

“My, what a cute couple.” An elderly lady said with a gentle smile. Jin looked at you panicked, and you just smiled in response, bumping your hip against his and giggling.

“Come on boyfriend, let’s get some ice cream.”

Originally posted by softlytaejin

•Yoongi: You were looking to buy a new piano since the destruction monster broke your last one. You asked Yoongi to help you out since he had a good eye when it came to pianos.“Sit, try this one out.” He pat the bench and sat on one side, sitting in front of a cherrywood piano. You sat next to him and slowly started playing to Yoongi’s “First Love,” it being your favorite.

“I just think I want a different color.” You said, not thinking about what your fingers were doing and just doing it.

“I think, this one will bring out your beautiful eyes-” he looked at you, shocked about what he said. He went to apologize but your fingers started to tap his, and it made you both panic.

“See we used to be as cute as that but now you won’t play with me anymore.” An elderly woman complained to her husband after seeing you and Yoongi play together. You both softly laughed and looked into each other’s eyes

.“She said we’re cute.” You whispered.

“I think that’s a sign.” He mumbled with a smirk.

Originally posted by bangtan

•Namjoon: You and Joonie were cooking together for Bangtan. You wanted to teach him since he was so bad at it. Slowly, he got closer and closer, and he nearly tipped you over. You closed your eyes tightly and prepared for the worst, holding your breath. You felt arms wrap around your waist and you quickly opened your eyes to see Namjoon’s face super close to your own.“Are you ok..?” He asked breathlessly. You grabbed onto his face with your sticky hands that smelled like garlic and giggled softly, nodding in response. He was leaning in slowly and you did nothing to stop it, you closed your eyes, expecting the kiss of your dreams.

“Is food almost-HYUNG! If you’re gonna make out with your girlfriend do it somewhere we can’t see!” An innocent Jungkook scolded and covered his eyes.

“whaT-” Namjoon loosened his arms and let you fall to the floor on your butt.

Originally posted by syubto

•Hoseok: Today was Bangtan’s day off, so you all decided to go horseback riding. After a long riding session, Hoseok hopped off the horse you shared and grabbed your hand. “Come, I’ll help you down.” He smiled a very prince-like smile at you. You grabbed onto his shoulder and he held your waist gently but securely. You slowly slid off, landing in front of him. You two were very close and he got tense, seeing the love of his life so close. Looking into your eyes he began to lean in, and you didn’t stop him. This would’ve been the most romantc thing to happen to you, but you were interrupted by Taehyung.

“Hyung I didn’t know you were dating now!” He said with a dropped jaw, making both you and Hobi jump.

“Huh?!” You both shouted in unison.You pushed Hoseok back, looking down quickly after and covering your red cheeks.

Originally posted by yoonseokismyreligion

•Jimin: Wrapping his arm around your neck, he smiled charmingly as he looked at what you were pointing at. “You look like that.” You pointed to the monkey in the cage with the big red butt.

“What?!” Jimin looked at you surprised and scoffed. He thought for a few seconds, huffing and pouting. “Well… well at least I don’t look like a. Like a fish.” He said aggressively. “With those, kissable lips…” he looked down at your lips, and as soon as you snapped your head up at him, he gulped and looked into your eyes.

“Chim..?” You felt yourself turning red.

“Mommy yucky are they gonna kiss?” A little bit asked behind you. You felt embarrassed and looked down quickly. Jimin smiled and bit his lip, tightening his grip around you.

Originally posted by bwipsul

•Taehyung: Tae decided to take you out after a long day of him practicing and you studying. As best friends, you’d occasionally do stuff like this for each other. Dinner, the movies, now a walk in the park. “Let’s play truth or dare.” He said with a mischievous smile.

“Ok then,” you were always down for that. “Truth or dare?” You asked him while sipping on your iced coffee.


“Tell me who your crush is.” You said with no hesitation.“Aish (Y/n) not that again…” he smiled. “Truth or dare?” He asked. You huffed and crossed your arms.

“Dare.” You responded.

“Kiss me.” His sudden request nearly made you choke. You looked up at him, waiting for him to tell you he was kidding. But instead, he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer. He quickly pecked your lips, making you jump a bit. You heard a gasp behind you.

“Oh my god when did you two start dating?” A random Jhope appeared with 5 other boys behind him.

“Just now.” Tae said while hugging you and smiling big.

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

•Jungkook: Not to long ago BigHit invited you to be a part of Bangtan’s new MV, since you were drop dead gorgeous and a good actress. You were the girl they’d all be gawking over. Jungkook however had the hardest time. He was weird with girls, but his crush was a-whole-nother thing. He was the one to end up with the girl-you-and in the end of the MV he was scripted to make it look like he was kissing you. You didn’t mind, him being your best friend and your crush. And the way he got all shy made you feel confident. The MV was released, and all the comments said, “Jungkook and (Y/n)! I knew they were dating!” Or “I saw this happening.” Jungkook barged into your house when you were sleeping. You felt a heavy weight on you and groaned loudly.

“Because of you everyone thinks we’re dating!” He said loudly, making you whine.

“What’s the big deal..? You like me anyway.” You mumbled tiredly and rolled on your side.

“Well..! You like me too!” He argued, staring at you with eyes filled with disbelief.

“Hush and sleep with me…” you pulled him down next to you and hugged your arms around him tightly. 

Originally posted by purelyjimin

Malec Goodies Part 1

This was supposed to be longer but anyway.

Here it is!

A collection of Malec Writing Goodies. My Malec fanfic rec. Well written fics with amazing writers.

As always, if you know the author and want to give me a hand, please tag them :)

A Fated Pair (Omegaverse) by @katychan666

Series about Alpha!Alec x Omega!Magnus…. 

A good kind of drug by  @imjustoutofideas

After getting a minor surgery, Alec is a little bit ‘high’ from the morphine he was given as pain relief. Fluff ensues.

A Pirate’s Life For Me by @lecrit 

Note: All the love you need and want between your favorite OTP, where one is a prince and the other one is a pirate. There’s a lot of angst, maybe a few tears, you can be sure of that but it’s oh so worth it, fluff and shameless innuendos.

A World Uncertain by @broodingalec 

The overwhelming passage of time has been a topic of avoidance between Alec and Magnus ever since the two started dating. With their lives so fragile and unpredictable under the threat of Valentine, they have managed to leave the concept in the back of their minds for a later date, hopefully somewhere in the far future.

This method of coping is pushed even further in the wake of Sebastian, Valentine’s son and Clary’s brother, taking a new and increasingly cruel step into their lives. The threats that are piling up against them seem to be rising to nearly insurmountable heights, but under the pressure of it all, the idea of the future that would come in the aftermath of success is beginning to haunt Alec’s dreams at night just as often.

Aftermath by @battlemagnus

It used to be that Alec always fit securely inside a neat little box inside Magnus’s head. He was a Shadowhunter, yes, but he was… he was Alec. He was a protector.

And my heart is set on you by  @lightwoodlesbians

Or the, 'we’re putting on a fund-raising play to save our old drama department’ au (ft. bonus: 'we had a thing in high school but i haven’t seen you in years and oh god you’re even more attractive than i remember’)

Aren’t You Cold? By lethargical

Alec dislikes the Winter. A lot. So when his apartment’s heating stops working, he decides to ask his neighbour for help, little did he know his neighbour was glittery and oddly familiar…

August by @glambertal

“What was your first time like?”

Magnus looked up at him slowly, one eyebrow arched curiously. “Why?”

Alec shrugged as if he weren’t mortified. “Just wondering. You don’t have to answer.”

Magnus just hummed and bookmarked his page, setting the book down. “It wasn’t nearly as good as yours, if that’s what you mean.”

Bang Me Like Your Drum by hckycrzy07

Magnus Bane is a pre-med student at NYU just trying to graduate. He’s stressed enough and could do without his friends pestering him about his boyfriend. It’s not that he’s embarrassed or closeted or something. He just wants to keep his boyfriend to himself, thank you very much. Now, if he could just get his friends to understand that, his life would be a whole lot easier.

or Magnus has a secret boyfriend that all of his friends have been dying to meet but Magnus just keeps refusing.

Big days and fragile nerves by @katwriting

It’s the day that Alec is supposed to become the official Head of the Institute and he is a tiny bit nervous.

“Nervous?”, Magnus said softly.
Alec let out a shaky laugh and scratched the back of his neck in a nervous gesture. “You have no idea.”
Magnus sighed. “Oh, Alexander. You have absolutely nothing to worry about.”
“Yeah, sure”, Alec scoffed, running one of his arms up Magnus’s side and cupping his cheek with his hand, “only every single shadowhunter in New York waiting for me to screw up.”

But some of us are looking at the stars by @lecrit

There aren’t many things that Alec loves as much as he loves the stars.
Most nights, he just likes to sit on his balcony and watch the eerie darkness drape over the sky and the silver glow of the moon, surrounded by the stars shaping constellations he knows by heart.

This is a special night for him and his son. The only night in the year Alec lets Max stay up after midnight, so they can watch Perseids meteor shower together on the rooftop of their building.

Alec doesn’t expect to find out they weren’t the only ones to get the idea.

Build your hopes up like a tower by alecsmagnus

They thought he never heard them.

But he always did.

Burnt by redappleblossom

The rest of the scene that Magnus deserved at the end of episode 12.

But In the Morning We Rise by @alittlebriton

“Mmmkay,” Magnus sighs without opening his eyes and shifts to allow Alec more access. “You can wake up the rest of me if you want.”

Alec knows he doesn’t mean it quite the way his brain interprets it - he just means he can keep up the kissing - but his brain leaps ahead and makes him flush, his body getting warmer. But why shouldn’t he? Magnus was his boyfriend; he was naked in bed with him. He could definitely wake up the whole of Magnus if he wanted. Just because he hasn’t done it before didn’t mean it wasn’t a good idea. 

Set before Episode 9 Bound By Blood - Alec wakes Magnus up in new ways.

Closed Doors Don’t Lie by @actuallyredorchid

When the summoning of the Memory Demon reveals that it’s not only Clary’s memories that have been meddled with, Alec finds himself being pushed off the path set out for him and onto a different one.

Communication by NotEvenThat

It didn’t matter if Alec hadn’t meant to upset him. Ragnor was dead. Valentine was back. The Clave wanted to document Downworlders, like they were cattle. Magnus was breaking down and he needed Alexander to leave before he really lost it.

Or how I think the Malec fight will go in 2B.

Communication Is Key by LS_5Ever

Everything was going great for Alec and Magnus. Alec no longer cares what Maryse thinks, and apart from Jace and Izzy’s constant teasing, he couldn’t be happier. Then, all goes downhill when, after a great day, Magnus starts ignoring him. What did he do wrong? If only Magnus would tell him, he could try to make it better.

Or the one where Magnus thinks Alec is cheating on him but in reality he’s not, but Magnus doesn’t know that because the two of them don’t communicate enough.

This will only be about 5 chapters unless I feel like expanding the story a bit.

Count to Ten and Breathe by @baneismyexistence

This is just a little drabble that came to me after watching 2.12.

Dancing in the Devil’s shoes by @marieruby 

His legs are not working. No matter how much he tries, the swirling mess in his head makes it impossible to walk anywhere, take any action. It’s the last couple of days all over again. He wants to cry but the tears are dry. He wants to scream but his voice is gone.

His voice is gone.

The aftermath of 2x11 and the consequences of the bodyswap for Magnus.

Everything’s Embarrassing by @rosegoldhell

Magnus is a single father. Alec is a 4th grade teacher.
Both men are scared of relationships, but secretly crave to have something more one day, life just keeps getting in the way.
But their plans of living single lonely lives doesn’t last for long, when Rafael and Madzie Bane decide to play Matchmaker.

Explosive, Corrosive (Self-Preservation) by  GideonGraystairs (TrxyesSivan)

This was how they worked; angry in different ways, but always at the same time.

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Flashes (Part 3)

Summary: Soulmate AU. “The fault, dear Brutus is not in our stars, / But in ourselves, that we are underlings.” - William Shakespeare (Julius Caesar)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,012

Warnings: language, fluff, angst, it’s actually kind of optimistic???

A/N: Well, I did it…at least I tried. The lovely @minervaem challenged me (sort of) to do an angsty story. I’m warning you now, it’s not gonna be pretty.

Reader has her first flash, and stumbles upon some intriguing information…

Part 1 - 2 - 3 - 4

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Request:  Can I have an imagine that you are the youngest avenger and in love with your friend peter parker? when he figures it out he distants himself cuz he likes liz. but with new stark-xavier scholarship program jean (your bff) and pietro (your ex) comes to the tower and something blossoms again between pietro and you so Peter becomes jealous and finally realizes his feelings?

Word Count: 2,979 (holY SHIT)

Warnings: angst? fluff? maybe you’ll hate the ending? who knows???

AN: oh my GOD THIS IS LONG. this is the first request i’ve done & it was a bit of a challenge but i’m always up for pushing myself. kinda iffy about this lol let me know what you think, enjoy :) im sorry its so long aiyaiyai

Originally posted by v-writings

You watched Peter behind your lockers door, hiding in case he would ever catch you in the act. You weren’t close with him, but you both knew each other enough to match a name with the face. Especially you. After being infatuated with Peter ever since the beginning of sophomore year, you did your best to make him feel the same way but could never succeed thanks to Liz Allan. Peter whizzed past a group of people in the hallway as he made his way over to his best friend, Ned.  

The two of you were close, best friends since junior high, but knowing how intense you can be with your feelings, you decided to back off just a tad. Nothing too bad.

“Peter’s smart and everything but, man, he’s clueless when it comes to you.” A voice comes from behind you that causes you to jump back into the lockers.

“Jesus, can’t you ever greet me like a normal person, Michelle?” Grumbling, you close your locker before walking through the hallway with her. She was the only person who knew about your ‘little’ crush after she caught you staring at Peter during lunch without blinking. You were hesitant to admit it at first but eventually gave in. He hasn’t spoken to you about it, so you figured she never wound up spilling the beans.

“Where’s the fun in that? In my defense, I do it so often that you should be used to it by now.” She continued with her rambling as your attention drifted to Peter, looking over your shoulder to look at him one last time and waving at him as soon as he caught your glance, grinning and giving you a nod before you walked off with your friend.

“Are you even listening to me?” Michelle interrupted your thoughts, gently pushing your shoulder back.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. I’m listening. I’m easily scared or whatever.” She rolled her eyes at your lame excuse of covering up.

“I have to go, I’ll see you tomorrow,” Michelle said her farewells, “and don’t forget to wipe some of that love-drool you’ve got going on there.” She joked, pointing to the corner of her mouth before turning around and walking away.

You stood at the school’s back parking lot, waiting for your ride. You were supposed to be meeting Tony Stark at the Tower for some meet and greet. You watched as a small, black car pull up in front of you and began making your way to open the back door when someone’s hand grabs hold of the handle before you. Looking to your left to see who it is, your heart stops


“Y/N?” The two of you stood in place, looking at one another with a confused look on your face. “What are you doing? This is my ride.” Peter stated.

You shook your head, “I think this is my ride.”

“Will you two kids get in the car already? Mr. Stark wants to see you both.” The driver up front exclaims impatiently. Without saying a word, you swing the car door opening and rush inside with Peter behind you.

You sat as far away from Peter as you could with your hands in your lap, your fingers continuously tapping at your thigh. Peter looked out the window, quickly glancing to his left. “Seriously. What are you doing?”

Turning your head to him, you ask him the same thing. Without risking his entire identity to some girl he barely spoke to, he clenched his jaw and averted his gaze to his shoes. The rest of the car ride was quiet and you could cut the tension in the air with a knife. How are you supposed to tell one of your best friends you were an Avenger?

Once the car parked in front of the Tower, Peter immediately pushed the door open and wasted no time to shut it behind him. You followed him, making sure to keep your distance.

“I see you two have already. Good. Less for me to do.” Tony met up with you both and led the way inside. “So we’ve got this thing going on, the Stark-Xavier Program. There are a couple of kids coming in from Westchester and it’s your job to make them feel welcome and all that. Got it?” He turned to look at you and Peter, raising his eyebrows.

You nod in understanding and asked him when these people were coming in. Tony lifted his wrist to eye level, “Any minute now.”

As if on cue, a group of people came in through the entrance, curiously looking around. Tony called them over, waving his hand in the air and began to introduce himself and the whole purpose of this program. You stopped listening as soon as you started to look through the small crowd. Everyone differed in everything. Suddenly, your eyes stopped once they met a familiar pair brown eyes and silver hair.

Quickly looking away, you shoved the idea of seeing him again to the very back of your mind and tried listening to Tony again. Every now and then, you’d try to force yourself to look back at the set of eyes but restrained yourself. 

“And who are these two young ones standing beside me? To my left, Peter Parker. Otherwise known as Spider-Man.” Your eyes widened and you turned your head to look at Peter for the first time in half an hour. He looked at you sheepishly, his hand tightly gripping his backpack’s strap.  

“To my left, Y/N, basically your modern day Avatar, The Last Airbender. Controlling the earth, wind, air, and fire.” You shyly waved to the crowd, putting on your best smile. Now it was Peter’s turn to look at you. He couldn’t believe what just came out of Tony’s mouth. He’s known you for such a long time and it’s only now that he discovers such a secret? Granted, you two were never really close anyway. “Mingle, mingle. And meet back here in 30 minutes, troops.”

Everyone split off into different groups, some walking with people from their own, some to you and Peter. A girl with hair as orange as fall leaves approached you and introduced herself, putting her hand out for a shake, “I’m Jean.”

“Y/N.” You shook her hand firmly.

“Yeah, I heard. I even heard you can control the elements? Holy shit, that’s cool. I’ve just got telekinesis and the other ‘tele’ powers there are.” She waved her hand, dismissing her powers.

“No way, that’s awesome. I’d take being able to move shit with my mind over moving water and rocks.” You paused for a moment. “Actually, saying it out loud, they sound pretty similar.”

Jean chortled, putting a hand to her chest. “Pretty much, yeah. So what’s it like getting to work with Spider-Man?” She pointed her head toward Peter.

“I actually didn’t even know he was Spider-Man until today,” you admitted, “I just knew him through school and stuff.” Both of you began walking around the Tower beside each other.

“He’s cute though, right?” You blush at her admittance, nodding slightly. You told Jean about your crush.

What’s the harm in telling her, you thought, no one at school knows who she is. “It’s just one of those I like him, he doesn’t sort of thing.”

Turning the corner, you see someone out the corner of your eye. Looking to see who it was, a blurry figure came running toward you. “Hi.” And at that moment, you realized what you were doubting earlier turned out to be true.

“Pietro. Hi.” He stood across from you, his brown eyes looking into yours.

“You two know each other?” Jean interrupted.

“We dated. Didn’t we, Y/N?” Pietro put his arm around you and grinned at the redhead, standing there with raised eyebrows.

Peter slowly walked out of the hallway he was earlier in for the bathroom, he was trying to process what he heard. Hearing you confess your feelings to that other girl he had no idea was made his chest tighten. Then he realized there was only one way to avoid this, right?

“It’s been awhile, huh?” Pietro sat beside you, trying to make himself comfortable.

“Why did you leave?”

He sighed, lowering his head, “Are we really going to talk about this right now? This is the first time we’ve seen each other in practically two years, Y/N.”

“Exactly, which is why I need to know why you randomly left me without even saying goodbye.” Your voice cracked after opening up old wounds. Pietro solemnly looked at you and took your hands in his.

“I was young, okay? We were young. The both of us didn’t know what we were doing.” You felt his grip around your hands tighten. “I’m sorry. When I found that school for people like us and you-you didn’t come with me I just.. I got so angry and I thought there was nothing left for me to do other than to just leave.” Pietro’s eyes had tears welling up at the edge, threatening to fall off with one movement as he apologized profusely.

His tears had already begun to fall as you comforted him while thinking back to the time you two were together. He felt so out of place and wanted to two of you to run away together. You said no because you were worried what others were going to say. But, upon realizing it, isn’t that why he ended up running away in the first place?

“No, there’s nothing to be sorry about.” You looked into Pietro’s tear-filled eyes and slowly moved your hand in front of his face, pulling the tears away and disposing them to some land of grass beside you. “I hated it when you cried.”

“Xaviers’ kids! Gather ‘round!” Tony called out, grabbing everyone’s attention. Pietro looked at you one last time before you told him to go.

While Tony took the others around the Tower, you spotted Peter sitting by himself near the entrance. You called out to him and he didn’t respond. Walking closer to him and taking a seat on the floor near him, you called him again.

“Peter. Hey.” He looked at you and said a soft hello before staring at the grass in front of him again. “What’s wrong? Did something happen, Spider-Man?” You teased, leaning your body toward his and nudging his shoulder.

Peter immediately stood up and said, “Listen, I gotta go. Tell Tony to call me. I’ll see you later.” With that, he left you sitting by yourself, wondering what the hell just happened.

4 ignored calls, 10 read messages, and a whole night later, Peter still didn’t talk to you about what happened earlier. You sat at your regular lunch table with Michelle the next morning, explaining to her what went down (obviously trying your best to keep the whole superpower thing out of the way).

“The fuck’s up with him.” Michelle wondered, watching him as he took a seat next to Liz.

“I don’t know. Whatever it is, I don’t like it, either.”

“You don’t think he heard you when you told that girl, did you?” She suggested. 

“I-oh shit.” You groaned, smacking your palm against your forehead. “You’re probably right.” Resting your head on the table, you mentally scolded yourself for having such a big mouth.

“Sorry, kiddo.” Michelle gently patted your head as you continued with your groaning.

Tony had someone pick you up from school again since you didn’t want to wallow in your room over the end of your friendship with Peter and being left alone with sad music and chocolate. He wasn’t answering anything; he wouldn’t text back or call. Peter wouldn’t even have full conversations with you, just one-worded replies.You knew that with him finding out the trust, something bad had to come out of it.  

Eventually, you realized you had to let some things go.

Once you stepped foot on the property, Pietro came running by your side, practically knocking the wind out of you. You left the Tower last night on good terms with him. You didn’t want to spend your whole life wondering what would’ve happened if the two of you if you didn’t let him back into your life.

“Could you wait a sec?! Not everyone’s as quick as you!” Jean yelled, a couple of feet behind Pietro. “Hi Y/N!”

“Hi, Jean!” You and he walked to her, quietly laughing at her out-of-breath state and exhausted face.

“I’ve got something for you,” Pietro said.

“What? No, you didn’t have to do anything. I mean, if anything I’ve been a bitch to you in my head.” He chuckled, shaking his head, and pulling you near him.

“No, no. I wanted to, don’t worry.” He looked ahead at Jean. “Turn around! We’re showing her the thing!”

A groan erupted from in front of them, “Are you kidding me?! I ran all this way!”

“Let’s go.” Pietro took your hand and guided you to the Tower’s patio. Which was basically a huge backyard.

Once you, Jean and Pietro started to walk through the building, Jean pulled you closer to her body. “You should’ve seen him today, he was working his ass off.”

“Wait, what is this surprise supposed to be?”

“It’s a surprise.” Jean winked, pushing you back to Pietro before she left you alone with him. You continued to walk in between your two new friends until the door to the patio was in sight. The closer you walked to it, the bigger knots your stomach twisted into, anticipating this surprise. You caught a glimpse of lights that were hung from the ceiling as well as Tony standing beneath them. 

Growing closer, you asked Tony what he was doing here. “This kid wouldn’t stop bugging me until I gave him the patio to trash.” He patted Pietro on his shoulder, giving him a nod before returning to your conversation, “It looks good, don’t tell him I said that.” Tony whispered.

As Tony walked away, the space that his body blocked had finally been revealed, a string of fairy lights and artificial vines hung from the ceiling and crept their way around the pillars. Under the ceiling was a table with a candle placed in the center it, its flame dancing with the wind. There was a dark gray couch against the wall covered in throw pillows. 

“Pietro, this is amazing. You did this?” Making your way to the couch, you stared at the objects hanging from above. 

“It didn’t take too long. Super fast and all.” He shrugged his shoulders and sat beside you.

Peter paced around his room, biting his thumb and thinking over the past couple of days. He checked his phone, scrolling through the messages he received from you.  


I know you’re reading this, you should turn your read receipts off.

Come ON Pete

I know you know. But I don’t want to lose you over this 

I’ll talk to you some other time, then

“You’re such an idiot,” he called himself out, knowing he most likely ruined one of his greatest and longest friendships in his life. Feeling his phone buzz, he quickly pressed the home button to check his notifications. A feeling of disappointment filled him as he read that the text from Tony.

Come visit me, there’s this revision i made to the suit and I need to test it out. Make sure it doesn’t kill you or anything.

Peter made his way around the city, still thinking of ways he could manage out of this gigantic pile of shit that he’s buried himself under. And once he made his way to Stark Tower, he had to talk around until he found Tony because he’d never answer his calls. Walking inside, he was just about to hop into the elevator until he heard a familiar laugh.  

Following the noises, it brought him to the patio. “Y/N?” He called out, stepping outside.  

“Do these look good on me?” You laughed, slipping on Pietro’s signature goggles.  

“It’s like I’m looking in the mirror.” He grinned, wrapping his arm around you.  

“What are you doing?” You jumped once you realized someone came in stiffened at the person standing in front of you. 

“Peter, what are you doing here?” 

“Who is this, Y/N?” Peter insisted, his hands formed into a tight ball, his knuckles already turning white. 

Pietro stood in front of you and holding his arm out in front of himself, “Buddy, why don’t you take a step back and just relax?” 

Peter roughly pushed his arm away, becoming angrier at this. “Peter! What the hell is your problem?! You don’t speak to me in days and this is how you come back?” You stood up beside Pietro, holding him back from making a decision he’s bound to regret.  

“I love you, Y/N! After all this time. And I’m sorry for treating you this way, I just- I didn’t want to leave things the way I did and I knew I’d regret it if I didn’t tell you how I really felt. I love you.” 

“Are you serious, man? You come all the way here an-”  

You interrupted Pietro, standing in front of him, “I got this,” you mumbled before looking at Peter, “Peter, I’m sorry. But you left me after.. after all these years that we’ve known each other and that is the most horrible feeling that someone could experience. Not only to lose your best friend but to lose him after waiting for him to like after all this time.” You stopped yourself before you started to completely lose it, “You couldn’t expect me to wait for you forever. I’m sorry, Peter.”

*so i was drawing in ma room and my dad came by to ma room.*
dad: watcha drawin’?
me: y’know… normal peeps of gang and stuff
dad: how’s yer tablet?
me: p gud, sometime can jam a bit and doesn’t work when i need it.
dad: oh, well your gonna have a cintiq around new year if you have good grades
me: …………….WAIT  W H A T-

i barely know my current tablet dawg–

Unsent: Jughead Jones X Reader (Part Three)

Part 3: Disaster Dress

With your new perspective in the flirting game, how will you grow closer with Jughead?  Betty and Veronica decide to intervene in a dangerous way.

Words: 1, 378 (sorry it’s a bit long!)

Warnings: swearing, angst

You guys all voiced you wanted part three of (what is planned to be) ten tonight, so here it is! Hopefully tomorrow I will be able to post my first requested fic and part four, but please don’t be super disappointed if I don’t get part four up tomorrow. Alright, please enjoy, I love you guys. :) <3 - Juggie xx

When you woke up that Wednesday morning your whole body already seemed to be shaking with nerves. Breaking apart from your usual routine of putting on some jeans and a t-shirt you were going to stun the boy of your dreams with a cute, form-fitting dress.

Oh God.

Knowing you’d want to chicken out you had texted Betty the night before, who agreed to dress up a little so you wouldn’t feel so out of place. You woke up early, leaving yourself time to do some smokey eye makeup, perfect your eyeliner, and topped off the look with your signature pair of high top chucks. You’d soon realize none of that could prepare you for how things would go down today.

You were at your locker, playing with your hair and waiting for Jughead. Since you had first period together he would walk you every morning. “(Y/N)?”

You turned and smiled at him, your heart faltering a little at his confused face. ‘Hey Juggie! Like my new look?’ “Hey Jug.”

He smiled back at you, “Is something going on today? You’re all dolled up.”

'Do you like it? I did it for you.’ “Um, no. No, I just wanted, Betty and I decided to both look nicer today, just because.”

He looked you up and down, “Oh, okay then. Just seems a bit odd for you.”

You both began to walk towards your English class, and you felt yourself begin to panic. 'Do you think I’m incapable of being pretty?’ “What do you mean?”

“Well this seems more like a Veronica thing, you usually don’t go out of your way for your style.”


He turned his face to look at you, “I didn’t mean it as a bad thing. It’s just different.”

“It’s fine Jug, I get it.” Does he think she’s prettier?

He opened his mouth to speak, but stopped, not wanting to examine more and make the conversation more awkward. During English you kept to yourself, not bothering to try flirting with the boy who wounded your spirits this morning.

By lunch you had enough time to recover from the morning’s talk and sat next to Jughead at the gang’s table outside. You were the only two to show up so far, so you decided it was the perfect time to begin phase two: the touch. You placed your hand on his shoulder to get his attention from his laptop, but that had failed as he kept typing away anyways. You continued on despite his reaction, “How’s it coming?”

He didn’t answer, just kept typing out his thoughts. You removed your hand suddenly feeling very insecure for the billionth time today, maybe he doesn’t want to be bothered right now. You saw Archie, Veronica and Betty making their way over until they finally sat with you, saving you from this awkward encounter. Archie smiled showing his perfect pearly whites, “What’s up guys?”

Jughead immediately looked up and smiled at his best friend, “Nothing much. How was the music lesson with your new teacher?”

Oh. You felt your confidence take another blow, and you couldn’t stop your face from showing your emotions of rejection and hurt. Betty immediately took notice and texted you under the table.

From B: What’s wrong? :(

To B: Jughead has been acting odd, and just now he’s started ignoring me.

From B: Maybe it’s the outfit, maybe it’s making him notice you differently?

To B: The only thing he’s noticed is that it’d look better on Ronnie.

Betty shot you a confused look and you tried to fight the tears threatening to fall. Today has been a disaster. Veronica spoke up, taking the group’s attention away from their previous conversation, “Hey, secrets don’t make friends.” She smiled at Betty.

Betty quickly retorted, “Good thing we aren’t sharing secrets.”

Archie rose an eyebrow, “Are you alright (Y/N)?”

You thanked every power you could think of because Betty had given you enough time to recover. “Yes, why? Do I have something in my eye?”

“No, just worried.”

Veronica smirked, obviously up to no good. “So (Y/N), last chance to decide if you want to be a Vixen, are you coming after school today?”

Is that what you needed? Would that be how you would catch Jughead’s eye like Veronica had? You smiled brightly at her, your answer shocking the others. “Sure, why not?”

He didn’t ignore you this time. Jug turned to face you, “What made you change your mind?”

You dared to face him, even though it still stung. “I don’t know, it might be fun.”

The others had continued on with other topics but he whispered to you, “Why are you suddenly changing so much? Why are you trying to be like them?”

Gathering your courage, you managed to make your voice unwavering. “I’m not trying to be like anyone Jug, I’m trying to do nice things for myself.”

He scoffed, “Bullshit.”

“Why is it so hard to believe that maybe I want to look nice? That I want to be a Vixen?”

“Because I’ve been best friends with you for as long as I can remember, and the (Y/N) I know would much rather spend their Friday nights wearing sweats and watching movies over getting dolled up for a football game and cheering for meat-head jocks who look at you and see only a score and not a person.”

You blood was boiling, “Well people change Jughead, I’m sorry.” You stood up and stormed away, not being able to handle the conversation any longer. Ronnie was right, he had an exquisite way with words, and just then his words really cut into your heart. Why were you two butting heads so much today? The chemistry between the two of you and standing firm through your friendship was so natural, but right now you couldn’t bear to look at him.

You headed to the student lounge to find Kevin, who must have gotten a text from B or V as he immediately stood up and opened up his arms to give you a hug. You ran into his arms and cried, goddamn Jug can be so frustrating.

Kevin stroked your hair, “Calm down (Y/N). Everyone goes through a rough patch every once in a while. You and your moody loverboy will be okay.”

You pulled away from his chest for a second, “Kev?”


“Thank you.”

At the Vixens practice you explained to Betty and Veronica what all had happened today, and they shared their apologies and encouraging words. You couldn’t shake away the dark cloud that seemed to follow you; you couldn’t stand Jug being mad at you. Taking heed to his words from lunch, you decided not to join the cheer leading squad. And you went home, and cried and cried, and took off the cursed dress that seemed to trigger your misfortune.

Betty and Veronica had different plans for after practice.

They would conspire and concoct a scheme so wild yet so logical that it would have to get you and Jughead together. Was it morally right? That didn’t matter. Could it backfire? Hell yes. But would they do it if they thought it would push you to admit your feelings? Would they flirt with the boy you loved if they thought it would lead you to confessing to him?


From Juggie: Hey, please don’t be mad at me (Y/N). I’m sorry I freaked out earlier, I’m not good at adjusting to change. If you want to be a Vixen, do it.

To Juggie: I’m not going to be a Vixen.

From Juggie: Thank god, I was going to throw a fit if your cheer leading got in the way of our movie nights.

To Juggie: Do you want to come over and watch a movie tomorrow? I just got La La Land :)

From Juggie: Sure, but don’t think this means I am suddenly a huge fan of musicals. We are watching Rebel Without A Cause the next time. :P

From Juggie: “Change is the law of life. And those who look only to the past or present are certain to miss the future.” - John F. Kennedy. Good night (Y/N).

To Juggie: Good night Jug

Unsent: You really hurt me today..

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Originally posted by lodges-veronica

Pairing: Clay Jensen x Reader

Summary: Clay touring new foreign students at school, but he preferred to point out its flaws, being angry and whatnots. (Y/N) then was ready to cheer Clay up.

Word count: 995

Posted: 25th of April 2017

A/N: Hi there guys! I wanted to rewrite Clay’s scene with the foreign students. It was amazing and he’s got a point in there. Let’s admit that Dylan Minnette’s acting was fantastic too. OMG!

P.S.: Guys, I need other Alex Standall requests, because I am having some feels. Thank you.

- G. x

You’ve been waiting for Clay to get out from the counselor’s office, since he got a little bit angry while he was touring the new foreign students in Liberty High School.

You’ve never seen an angry Clay Jensen before and you were almost sure that you would never want the angry one anymore, because he scared you when he shouted absurd things in the middle of the hallway earlier that morning.

“Oh, oh…” He happily said as he remembered of something beautiful. “Before we go, I want to show you something super cool.” You knew that he was being sarcastic.

“Clay, cut that out.” Courtney whispered as she slightly pushed Clay away from the foreign students, so that they couldn’t hear him.

Clay didn’t listen and he headed to Hannah’s former locker. The people in the hallway seemed so confused and worried, but you perfectly knew what Clay wanted to do. He was not fine and you knew it, some of the students knew it.

“Look at these lockers,” He pointed all the lockers lined up in the hallway. “They all look alike, right?” He sarcastically smiled as he tapped one particular locker. “Not this one.”

“Clay!” Zach tried to calm clay down, but he just shrugged it off and Zach remained quiet.

“This one is special.” He nodded a few times. “This belonged to a girl who killed herself!” His voice kind of raised as he was thinking of what happened to Hannah.

“Clay, come on!” Courtney tried to stopped him once again, but he just shook his head.

“You see all these don’t kill yourself posters up on the wall?” The sarcastic tone can be heard in his voice as he pointed different posters stuck up on the wall. “They weren’t up before, they put them up because she killed herself and why did she do it?” His voice raised once again and you perfectly saw his raging eyes. “Because the kids here treated her like shit!” He emphasized his words so the foreign students could understand him well.

“Jensen, that’s enough!” Justin grabbed Clay’s forearm, but he just pulled it away and remained standing in the middle of the hall.

“But no one wants to admit it so they paint over the bathrooms and put up a memorial because that’s the kind of school this is!” He pointed different directions of the school, obviously where the bathrooms and Hannah’s memorial were located.

You understood Clay, because it’s been awhile since he’s telling you something about Hannah’s recorded tapes. He would cry on your shoulders at night and he would ask you to sleep beside him so he wouldn’t be tormented anymore.

You stood up by Clay’s side, because, in the end, we were all grenades and, every time, it took us series of things, one above the other, before we blow up. The only difference was that we could explode many times.

“Everyone is just so nice until they drive you to kill yourself and sooner or later the truth will come out!” He shouted so everybody could hear his thought. He was so angry that his neck veins could be seen while he was letting his chagrins. “It’s going to come out, right Tony?” He looked at Tony that just entered the school’s entrance.

The foreign students were terrified, so were the other students. Who could’ve thought that Clay Jensen would react like this? No one.

“Clay!” The students turned their head to Mr. Porter as he came out of the office. “I think you should come to me right now. Get to class everybody, get to class!”

“Welcome to Liberty High.” He said before he turn his back to follow Mr. Porter. In that exact moment, it was Clay’s turn to explode and let his thoughts out. He was calmer this time, but he said it in a sarcastic way.

He got some dirty looks from the students and some of them were murmuring, talking of Clay’s attitude. You just shook your head as you dragged some of the people standing up in front of their lockers. .

“In class, shitheads.” You grabbed Zach’s arms as the group followed the two of you.

“Let’s go!” Mr. Porter called him and dragged him to his office.

You suddenly felt someone shaking your shoulder and you saw a worried Clay in front of you.

“Let’s go, (Y/N)!” You shook your head to stop your brain from thinking of the happenings earlier.

“Sorry.” You bit your lip as you got up from your seat. “Let’s go.”

“What were you thinking of?” He curiously asked as he got your backpack and hung it on his empty shoulder.

“What happened earlier?” You raised your eyebrow as you looked at him. “I mean, I know what happened, it’s ju-” He cut you from saying something else.

“I needed to let everything out.” He simply said and he let out a long and heavy sigh as you both walked in the middle of the hallway, getting some dirty looks from students.

“Do you want to talk about the tapes again? Maybe you just need someone who listens.” You offered him your help and he slowly nodded.

“You’re the best.” He hugged you once you got out of the school department and you hugged him back.

“C'mon! Some freshly baked cookies and cold milk are waiting for us at home.” He broke the hug and gave you a big and happy smile.

You started to walk home and he started to talk about the tapes once again. As he went on and on, you saw him being relaxed and relieved and it made you happy to know that he was feeling better.

“Thank you and I am sorry.” He felt guilty because you’ve always been helping him and it seemed like he wasn’t helping you that much lately.

“Don’t be sorry.” You winked at him. “Every grenade has a soldier that knows how to handle it very well.”

The French Mispeight

Originally posted by helpimanspnfan

Based on the request by: Angela_Quindo (wattpad)

Summary: After “dying” on Supernatural, Gabriel hops universes and ends up in our own.

Pairing: Gabriel x reader

Words: 1200+

Warnings: Blood, death mention, tiny bit o’ archangel nudity

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Originally posted by garisanee

(A/N: shortish smut. Seriously, who doesn’t want to marry Wonho? Stop me from writing about him I just love him so much he makes me feel things) 

Your friends spun you around and held your hands as you danced to the deafening techno music in the club. Full of alcohol, you were finding it increasingly hard to stay up, especially in your new high heels but you were having the best bachelorette party you could have ever hoped for, even though you did miss your fiance who had already had his bachelor party. With just a few days left until the wedding, you were glad to let go and dance with your friends, celebrating what they’d been calling ‘your last night as a free woman’ though of course, you didn’t see it like that. Wonho made you your best self; he made you feel alive. It was almost as if something was missing before you met him. Blue, green and pink lights beamed from the ceiling, moving at a pace that almost made you dizzy. With a ‘Bride to be’ sash on and a neon tutu around your waist, you felt like the centre of attention with everyone encouraging you to down your shots and wishing you well on your future marriage. Even on a night like this where you were supposed to be celebrating your independence, you wanted Wonho to be there with you; dancing in his strong arms sounded perfect. Giggling at your maid of honour who was trying to dance as sexy as she could, you could have sworn you saw one of Wonho’s groomsmen Minhyuk out of the corner of your eye and when you thought that was unlikely, you spotted the leader of Wonho’s group Shownu at the bar. In a haze of confusion, you could barely hear your bridesmaids yelling your name and trying to get your attention. 

“(Y/N!) Look who’s here!” 

Your bridesmaid called before reaching behind her and pushing your fiance in front of you. He grinned mischievously before cuddling you. Wonho smelled so good and he looked so damn fine in tight denim jeans that hugged his muscular thighs. 

“Hoseok! What are you doing here?! You know it’s supposed to be girls only.” 

You pretended to be stern with him when really you were over the moon that he had come to see you. With that jaw dropping, dazzling smile, he chuckled with a glimmer of lust in his eyes. 

“I just couldn’t stay away jagi. Besides, aren’t you happy to see me? I missed you.” 

You couldn’t fight your smile and the feeling of being home and safe when you were with him. Even in the crowded room full of intoxicated strangers, when you were with him, it felt like just the two of you in this crazy love bubble. All of a sudden, he pulled you close and crushed his lips upon yours, desperately needing you. Like it was an instinct, you ran your fingers through his hair, feeling yourself fall deeper and deeper in to the kiss. You sensed his hunger, his wanting for you. It became obvious why he’d come and how much he really missed you. You weren’t there in his bed with him and that was something he didn’t like at all; he wasn’t complete without his partner in crime. Wonho grabbed your behind, squeezing it tightly as if no one was there when you heard:

“Oh my fucking god guys, get a room!” 

He pulled away with a soft, warm laugh. Your foreheads rested against each other, the two of you gazing in to each others eyes, breathless. 

“I missed you too.” 

You uttered, just loud enough for him to hear over the loud music. Eagerly, your fiance took your hand and started leading you through the crowd of people. 

“Where are we going?!” 

You cried as loudly as you could. 

“Somewhere! Anywhere! Don’t worry, this won’t take long.” 

Within minutes you were in a toilet stall, sat on the seat with your legs around Wonho as he reached forward and kissed you passionately, reaching under your tutu and dragging your panties down your legs. 

“Touch yourself jagiya. Let me see you play with yourself. We don’t have much time and I need you, right now.” 

You were shy, even in front of your fiance, the person you were going to spend the rest of your life with, though the alcohol in your body helped you feel a little more confident. Wonho stood up and unzipped his jeans, his erection almost breaking the zipper as it bulged out. His deep eyes almost burned in to you, watching you rub your pulsing clit as he dropped his black boxer shorts down around his ankles. Wonho told you to rub yourself as he wanted you to be wet for him but you were already dripping just by seeing his thick, hard manhood in his hand. In the background, you heard the loud bass of the music thumping, hoping it would mask your whimpers. Making you giggle, Wonho lifted you up off the seat and took your place, hinting he wanted you to ride him. Your heart fluttered whilst your horniness was making you a crazy woman. Perhaps Wonho wanted to take advantage of he fact you got extremely aroused when you’d had a few drinks. You could barely believe you were going to fuck your husband to be in a club toilet cubicle but you were both painfully desperate to feel each other, to connect in the most intimate way. Easing yourself down on his hardness, the two of you struggled to keep your eyes open with the insane pleasure and relief. With his cock inside you, you felt full and stretched; you always forgot how big Wonho got when he was fully erect. 

“Oh baby. You feel so amazing. I’m never going to get enough of you.” 

He uttered, his hands resting on your hips, helping to lift you up and down on his long shaft. Your fiance looked so attractive as he closed his eyes and bit down on his plump lower lip, gently groaning at your tightness. Each time you lowered yourself down, you found a new wave of bliss; it was becoming hard to stay quiet. You just wanted to scream his name. 


You whimpered, gripping his shoulders to steady yourself. 

“Holy shit I can’t wait to marry you. I just want to call you my wife already. I just want you to be mine.” 

Wonho grunted as his pupils dilated and his hands moved from your hips to your behind. 

“I am yours Hoseok. I’m all yours.” 

You moaned before feeling his lips return to yours, demanding your touch. Your mouths moved in sync; you were captured in his sensuous embrace. Moving your hips faster, you felt your orgasm build as your walls tightened and your clit rubbed lightly on Wonho’s neat pubic hair. The orgasm felt like a warm tingling sensation in your pussy and as soon as Wonho reached down and played with your excited clitoris, you felt yourself tipping over the edge. 

“Baby I want to cum!” 

You cried, too engulfed in pleasure to care if anyone could hear. Feeling Wonho’s cock twitch inside you, you could tell he was seconds away from finishing too. 

“Yes! Cum on my cock baby. Show me you’re mine!” 

Wonho growled before kissing and biting at your neck, inevitably giving you a hickey that you hoped would fade before the wedding but he knew you loved it when he nibbled on your neck. Wonho had to stifle your screaming with a harsh, scorching kiss as your orgasm rocked through your body and soon enough, you felt his warm liquid drip out of you. For moments you sat there, tangled in a warm cuddle as the two of you tried your best to get your breath back. With his arms wrapped around you so tightly, you didn’t want to move. You almost forgot it was supposed to be your bachelorette party. Deeply, you sighed. 

“I suppose I should go back to the girls baby. This is supposed to be my last night as a single lady.” 

You said, trying to move but Wonho wouldn’t let you go yet. He smirked boyishly; the smirk that made you fall so hard for him. 

“Do you want me to go?” 

He asked, his eyes turning puppy dog like. You giggled, shaking your head. 

“Just, I want round two when we get home. But for now, we better go and dance…and pretend we didn’t just fuck in here.” 

You responded. It was nearly painful to climb off Wonho, suddenly feeling empty and colder. You passed Wonho some tissues as you tried to clean up but you were pulled back down on top of him. 

“Baby. I want everyone to know we just fucked in here.” 

anonymous asked:

Sooooo... Let's imagine something like this: after CW Tony joins Guardians of the Galaxy and they got a mission in Wakanda. How would it be like? (Sorry for my bad english, I'm a spanish speaker)

First of all: your english is great! don’t be sorry just because of a misspelling! i do mistakes a lot and english is also not my first english. So i got hate for that but please don’t let that get to you. You are so great for trying when spanish is your first language! :)

Also i wanted to have a badass Tony is this, i hope you don’t mind.

“You really think you are ready for that?” asks Peter and Tony rolls his eyes. The got a appeal for help from Midgard a few days ago. Funny how he calls it now Midgard and not earth anymore. Or home.

Anyway. Since then Peter is worried that Tony could break down. Because their new mission is in Wakanda.

Yes. Exactly the Wakanda where his shitty ‘friends’ are hiding after they beat him up.

To be honest, Tony is nervous.

But! But he candle that. It was over a year ago and he knows thats not a lot of time to forgive someone who nearly beat him to death. But he is over it. For most of the time.

Because he has a new family now.

“Yeah i got this.” says Tony and looks out of the window. Only 5 minutes till landing.

“If not i will hurt them.” says Drax now and Tony laughs. He likes the big idiot. Drax isn’t genius like he is, but who is really? Drax has a good heart and he is always loyally and that matters.

The guardians all matter to him.

“Thank you big guy. Still unnecessary.” grins Tony and Drax puts his swords back into their holders.

“Will Pepper be there, too?” asks Gamora and Tony shakes his head.

“Nah sadly not. But Rhodey, Peter and her want to see us after the mission if you don’t mind. They miss you all.” says Tony and Groot claps.

“I am Groot!”

“Yeah yeah they miss me, too.” Tony rolls his eyes and pats Groot’s head. He had grown a lot the last months but he is still not higher than Tonys hip.

“Fuck yes! Can’t wait to train with the grey metal man again.” grins Rocket and Tony laughs.

“More like destroying my furniture.” says Tony and the ship lands safely on Wakandas landing strip.

Now Tony can see them. Captain America, Barnes, Barton, Maximoff, Romanoff, Lang, Wilson and T'Challa.

They are all wearing their old suits. Tony grins at that. Ohh no. Nobody was there to made them an update. How sad. He turns around and looks at the new suits of the guardians.

“Thats what they look like?” asks Yondu and looks them up and down.

“Yah what did you imagine?” asks Tony back and Yondu shrugs.

“Don’t know. When i found you, you wore a metal suit. I thought they all would be badass like that.” says Yondu and even though its a compliment he grunts it.

Tony laughs.

“Okay then lets go.” says Peter and leaves the ship first.

Tony goes over to his new suit. A moment later he is invisible. Its a great update and Rocket made that possible with a new alien tech Tony didn’t know.

He follows Peter quietly. This is gonna be a surprise, because the Avenger don’t know that he will be there.

Tony met T'Challa a few times in the tower and he was it, who called for their help. But he promised not to tell anything.

“Your Highness.” says Peter and shakes T'Challa’s hand. The guardians all know T'Challa.

“Peter.” says T'Challa and he smiles. Tony tries to be quiet and stands directly behind Peter.

Peter looks shortly at the Avengers and then turns around.

“My name is Starlord i’m the captain of the Guardians of the Galaxy. And thats my team.” says Peter and then Gamora goes down the stairs. Groot is next to her and waves.

Drax is next with Rocket on his shoulder. And Yondu leaves the ship with Kraglin and Mantis.

“Gamora, Drax, Rocket, Groot, Mantis, Yondu and Kraglin.” says Peter than and points at everyone. Clints mouth opens at that.

Tony tries so hard not to laugh.

“Thats a tree.” says Clint and Yondu whistles once. His arrow stops right in front of Clints face.

“Say that to my grandson one more time and i will kill you.” says Yondu and sounds almost bored.

“I am Groot.”

“Yeah i will tell you when i kill them so you can turn around.” says Yondu and Kraglin laughs.

“W-what?” asks Clint and he still looks at the arrow. He squints and Tony hears Peter coughing so he doesn’t laugh.

“Haha, Ironhead was right. Their archer is really lame. Dude are that normal arrow?” asks Rocket who sits on Clints quiver and breaks the arrows in half.

“So you must be Clint Barton.” says Peter now and then turns to the other ones.

“Let see. You with the stick in the ass are Captain America right. Really are you sure about all the red, white and blue?” laughs Peter and Tony chuckles, too. Gosh that’s his boyfriend.

“Yeah and the one next to him. Only one arm. Looks like he isn’t a threat at all. But i like his face, looks so grumpy. Almost like someone stole his plumps!” shrieks Rocket and he rolls on the ground of laughter.

Steve takes a step forward at that, but Barnes holds him back with his good hand.

“Okay then we have the Birdman. Ironhead said he was alright, but would do anything for is Captain.” says Gamora and Peter nods.

“Which leaves the Antman. And damn i thought Ironhead told us a joke when he said somebody would want to be an ant.” laughs Kraglin.

“And then we have Black Widow here. Looks like she could kill you with her look. And the crazy witch with the red eyes.” says Peter and nods at those, too.

“How dare you talk to us like that?” says Maximoff now and Yondu whistles again. The arrow stops at her.

“Red eyes are so yesterday. ” grins Yondu and Drax laughs at that.

“I can feel how afraid they all are.” says Mantis now and Gamora looks at her.

“Thought you could only feel that, if you would touch them?” asks Gamora and Mantis giggles.

“Yes. But they are so afraid that everybody can feel it.” chuckles Mantis and Tony grins, too.

Its true. They look afraid.

“Enough enough. I’m happy to see you again Guardians.” says T'Challa now and Peter nods at that.

“The pleasure is ours.” says Rocket and his laugh says otherwise.

“So they are helping us?” asks Steve and Tony can see how he grits his teeth.

Helping?” says Tony and the Avenger flinch at his voice. Tony chuckles and presses another button. The next second Tony is visible again. Then he opens the faceplate.

“Ladies, Gentleman. I’m sure you missed me.” says Tony and he bows. Drax laugh is incredible loud.

But the reactions from the avengers are priceless.

Even Natashas mouth is open. Tony goes over toward his boyfriend and lays an arm around him. He can’t stop grinning.

“Tony?” asks Steve and Tony nods.

“The one and only, baby.”

“What the fuck?” asks Clint and Tony turns towards him.

“I’m so happy to see you, too Barton.” says Tony and then he goes over to T'Challa.

“Hey KittyCat. Everything ready?” asks Tony and T'Challa smiles at him.

“Yes everything ready. I’m glad you want to help wakanda.” says T'Challa and Tony nods.

“Yeah give us two days.” says Tony and he can hear Rocket whispering that they only need one.

“Anyway Avengers. Thats still your name right? I moved on. As you can see i have a new family.” says Tony and even Sam looks a bit angry now.

“Guardians. Lets go.” says Peter and Steve turns around.


“For what?” asks Tony and before Steve can answer T'Challa holds his hand up.

“No need to worry, Captain. I thought they should deal with this, because i knew they are a lot more of a team than you.” says T'Challa and Steve gasps at that.

“What?” screams Wanda and Tony laughs.

“Oh I’m sure you’ve heard him. Thanks King. We see you later.” and with that Tony and the others use their new suits to fly. Tony flies a few loops.

“I thought you wanted to tell them that we are engaged.” grins Peter when they are a bit away from them.

“I just did!” says Tony and when Peter looks down he sees a lot of smoke coming out of Tonys shoes.

Oh no he did not!


“What the hell?” asks Scott when he looks up at the sky. There are flying the guardians.

And underneath them is a heart made of smoke. And there is a T and a P in the heart.

“I like him.” grins Bucky and Steve claps him on the back of the head.

[ soulmate ]

pairing; seventeen vernon x reader

genre; fluff, soulmate!au 

synopsis; everyone her age had found their significant other; their soulmates. after a long, painful period of waiting, she found hers.

word count; 1862 words

I entered the studio, trudging lifelessly to my usual corner and letting my bag slip off from my shoulder onto the floor, not bothering to switch on the main lights. The sub-lights situated at the front of the studio mirror and the back corners were already turned on, so I left it as that. 

I let out a heavy, tired sigh, plugging my phone into the studio’s speaker, letting it blast my usual tracks as I did my warm-up.

I’m Y/N, 19, from the dance club. I’m from LA, but I moved to Korea because of my parent’s work. I was happy with the change. Life in LA wasn’t exactly smooth. My life was pretty dull, so I put my focus on dance — probably the one thing that makes me feel myself. 

I always came to practice two hours early, just to have the space to myself so I could go through my choreography. 

An hour later, the metal door of the studio clicked open, and I didn’t have to look to know who it is. 

Jun — the club president. Also my best friend. He walked towards the corner where I had left my bag lying, and he put his beside mine. I shot him a weak smile, panting from the hectic choreography I just went through.

“Working hard today too, huh?” he grinned, tossing me a bottle of water as he walked over to the speaker switches, turning it off.

“What else could I do?” I muttered, plonking down onto the floor as I leaned against the mirror. He walked over, sitting beside me with his legs stretched out in front. 

“So… You haven’t-”

“Nope,” I interrupted. Jun sighed.

Jun asked me the same question every week — “Have you found him?”

‘Him’ being my soulmate. 

I didn’t mind the fact that Jun kept this up for the past year. He knew how emotionally frustrated I would be sometimes, due to the fact that I couldn’t find my soulmate, and he was always there to provide the support I desperately needed. I couldn’t thank him enough for that. I was usually cheery enough though, trying to think positive that I would find ‘him’ sooner or later.

Soulmates were a symbol of two parties being, literally, made for each other. These two parties would have this tattoo-looking thing on a certain part of their body — called Tags. Soulmates’ Tags would match in colour and symbol. Everyone had a different Tag, only two parties on the entire surface on earth would have the exact same.

Tags fade as you age. They usually disappear by the time you’re thirty or thirty-five, and that’s pretty much the end of the world for that person. Once your Tag disappears, the possibility of you being able to find your soulmate drops to nearly a zero. And you would have to live a lonely life. Ugh.

Nearly everyone our age in this school have found their soulmates. Those who haven’t found theirs — you could count their number with your fingers. And I happen to be in that group.

Not having your soulmate with you at this age is probably the worst thing ever. Soulmates would naturally have the trait of being able to cheer the opposite party up, and they would match and fit like jigsaw puzzles that are side-by-side.

I eyed Jun’s crimson Tag peeking out from under his long sleeves on his wrist, and reached out for it. I pushed his sleeve back, my thumb caressing the opaque Tag. Yes, Jun had found his soulmate too, she’s a really nice girl from the art club. I pictured my half-faded Tag in my mind. My Tag was on the right corner of my waist, and I didn’t let many people see it. Insecurities. 

“Don’t think about it too much. You’re still young, you know,” Jun comforted. I smiled, not looking away from his Tag.


Jun’s phone vibrated and he unlocked it, viewing a message or something. I didn’t peek. 

“Hey, look at this,” Jun said, putting the phone in front of my face as I read the text message sent to him by the teacher-in-charge of the dance club.

There will be a new member joining the club today. He’s a transfer. Do take care of him.

I frowned. New member?

“I wonder who,” Jun said, sliding his phone back into his pocket.

The rest of the members from the club came in over the next few minutes, and soon all were present, except for that new guy.

I checked the clock. Five more minutes before he’ll be checked down as ‘late’.

The door burst open then, and a blonde-hair guy came jogging in. 

“Sorry! Got caught up with something,” he said. He looked American. No, he was definitely American. But he spoke really fluent Korean.

“It’s alright, you’re not exactly late. Just come a bit earlier next time,” Jun smiled, before noticing the confused looks on the other member’s faces. 

“Oh right, do introduce yourself,” Jun said to the newcomer who had just placed his bag down at an opposite corner of the studio.

“Of course. I’m Vernon, and you can probably tell, I’m not Korean. I’m from New York, but I’ve lived here since I was a toddler.”

Everyone eyed him, waiting for him the reveal the part that everyone was naturally curious about. 

Vernon chuckled slightly. “No, I haven’t found my soulmate. Not exactly the norm, I know, but I try not to think too much about it.”

Everyone nodded, some giving him sympathetic looks, but welcoming him warmly. Jun and I glanced over each other, giving each other surprised looks.

We carried on with dance practice, and Vernon obviously had dance background. He followed well and caught the steps quick. 

“Ten minutes break, everyone!” Jun announced.

I huffed, sweeping my hair over my shoulders as I walked towards my bag. 

“Hey, umm…” someone spoke in English behind me.

I turned around to see Vernon behind me. 

“Oh, hey!” I greeted back in English, trying to not be awkward. “I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he said. “I was just wondering if you’re American? Considering the fact that you can reply me in English.”

“Yeah,” I chuckled. “I am. From LA.”

“That’s nice.”

I shrugged, picking my bottle up from the floor as I took a sip. “I guess so.”

“And also, if it isn’t too personal..” Vernon trailed off, waiting for permission for him to continue. He knew that I knew what he was going to ask. 

I smiled bitterly. “No, I haven’t found mine either.”

He returned the smile. “So we’re on the same page.”

“Yeah, we are,” I said.

“Do you mind if we walk to the dorms together after practice? I want to know you more,” Vernon said hesitantly. 

“Would love to,” I said, because I wanted to know him more too.

After practice, I greeted Jun goodbye, and he muttered something like “That guy could be him” before we went separate ways. 

Vernon and I started walking towards the dorms, which was just a couple of blocks away from our studio.

“How do you deal with everything? Like, not having your soulmate with you…” I asked. 

He shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s irritating, really. But I distract myself a lot by doing things that heavily occupy my mind.”

I nodded in agreement. “I do that too. That’s pretty much the only thing I can do.”

We continued simple talk all the way to the dorms, asking each other questions that weren’t too personal. We matched well.

“What’s your dorm number?” I asked as we approached the dorm buildings. 

“Building 2. Room 58.”

I raised an eyebrow. “How coincidental.”


“That’s my room.”

“Wait, it’s possible for guys and girls to mix dorms in this school?”

“Yeah. Kind of,” I said, smiling. “Let’s go!”

Vernon and I grew undeniably close over the next few weeks. He pretty much became my best friend, alongside Jun. We knew pretty much everything about each other after 4 weeks. Everything except for how each other’s Tags looked. I wasn’t planning on showing it to him anytime yet. I didn’t want to have false hopes that he may be my soulmate.

It was already obvious that I liked him. I liked him a lot. So if he wasn’t my soulmate, I can’t even imagine the pain I would feel. I didn’t want to find out his Tag because of this. 

I walked into the dorm, just finishing my classes for the day. It was already 6pm, and Vernon was already in the room when I came in.

“Hey,” he greeted, and I smiled as i placed my bag on my desk.


“Can I serious-talk?” he asked abruptly.

“I’m awake enough,” I said. “What is it?”

Vernon quickly pulled me to sit on his bed. We both sat down in silence as I waited for him to speak. 

Vernon’s eyes were fixed on the right side of my waist, making me increasingly uncomfortable. Did he see it? There was no way. I always wore clothes long enough to cover my waist.

“I saw it, Y/N,” Vernon said. “Your hoodie rolled up past your waist yesterday night. I climbed up the bunk to ask you something, I didn’t know you were already sleeping.”

I bit my lips, looking away. How was I supposed to deal with this? What if it wasn’t the same as his? What if-

“They’re the same.” Vernon said.

I snapped my head towards him. Did I hear him right?

He rolled up his sleeve on his left arm, revealing his Tag. He’s right. It was the same. His was a black outline of wings, with a turquoise shade surrounding it.

Like mine.

I apprehensively lifted my hoodie, checking the finest details of the Tag and comparing it to his. No mistake — they were the same. 

“Vernon!” I exclaimed, jumping onto him, engulfing him in a hug. 

He laughed, his arms wrapping around me tightly. I never felt so happy in my life. My heart was thumping. I felt like I was going to cry.

“Just for the record, feelings were mutual all this while, Y/N,” he told me. “Jun told me everything. You having a crush on me, blablabla.”

I pulled away, staring at him with wide eyes, before covering my face and falling flat onto his bed. “I’m going to kill Jun.”

Vernon laughed. “I’d like to see you do that, babe.”

“Y/N~! Wake up!” Vernon called, jumping on top of me. I grunted, feeling air get pushed out of my lungs.

“You’re heavy, you asshole! Get off!” I said, pushing him off. He laughed aloud, rolling off me but stayed lying beside me, one arm draped across my waist.

“Don’t jump on me. You may just break my ribs by accident, you elephant.”

“It’s okay, I’ll be at your funeral,” he joked. I laughed and kicked him off my bed.

“You’re mean,” I said, walking off to the bathroom to wash up. He followed me to the sink, wrapping his arms around my waist loosely as he nuzzled his face into my neck. I giggled.

He looked up, resting his chin on my shoulder, looking at our reflection in the mirror in front of us. 

“I can’t believe we’re confirmed soulmates,” he said. “This was all I wished for.”

I smiled and he gently turned me to face him, closing the distance between us as he placed his lips on mine.

We broke the kiss, and I chuckled. “Me too.”

✧ a/n:

okay this was waaaay longer than I planned for it to be HAHA

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Clichés: Chapter 1

A Reaper/Gabriel Reyes x Reader Office AU fic. Originally written for lilith-chii’s contest, but I couldnt finish it in time and instead sent in a soldier 76 smut piece lol. Still not finished, so it’ll be divided into chapters

Work was busier than usual. So many reporters have been trying to get interviews with the co-presidents of Overwatch since the big announcement of the joining of Overwatch and Talon. Two separate companies suddenly merging together was quite the big fuss. After Rico Reyes passed away last month, ownership of his weapons company was passed to his favorite son, Gabriel. Despite the fact that Gabe had left the family business ten years ago to join Overwatch. Now the billionaire ex vice president of Overwatch was the co-president of… Overwatch. They decided not to change the name. Though Talonwatch does have a ring to it. Or maybe Overtalon? Nah, not as catchy.

Overwatch was a much larger company than Talon, so it’s not entirely unusual for the two to combine. Though it’s less of a combination and more of Overwatch swallowing up the resources Talon provides. As the secretary of the president and vice president (now co-president), you had your hands full. Emails, phone calls, lawyers, and reporters that thought they could just prance in and get an instant meeting with Mister Reyes or Mister Morrison. Such was the case now. A reporter for some women’s magazine just pranced right in and stalked right up to your desk, standing haughtily in front of you.

“I’m here to get an interview with Jack Morrison and Gabriel Reyes. Now please.” The nameless reporter spoke, tapping a perfectly manicured nail against your desk.

“I’m sorry, but Mister Reyes and Mister Morrison are currently in a very important meeting. I’d be happy to try to add you into their schedule, though.” You informed with a polite (and absolutely fake) smile. She looked appalled, absolutely confused that she had just been told no.

“I’m sure their meeting could wait. I’m from a very important magazine, ‘Eyecandy,’ I’m sure you’ve heard of it, yes? This interview simply can’t wait. Why don’t you go get them and tell them who I am and we can have this interview right now?” The woman didn’t so much ask as she did command.

“Oh, and get me an ice water while you’re at it, will you? I need to use the little ladies’ room.” With the toss of her hair, she turned around and strutted down the hall, where the bathrooms were.

What a bitch. She was obviously raised wealthy, never having been turned down before. She likely used her good looks and demanding attitude to get what she wanted. It was incredibly unlikely that she would leave without speaking to the co-presidents, and you didn’t really want to deal with her any more than you already had. You had work to do. A lot of it. So you got up and went to the meeting room right in between their offices, knocking gently on steel door. No response, only faint mumblings from inside, but the room was rather soundproof.

Taking a chance, you cracked open the door and peeked inside, hoping it would be enough to catch their attention. However, it seems like you walked in on an argument, and it didn’t seem to be a productive one either.

“Su traje es mierda y no le queda, lápiz blanco!”

“Stop yelling at me in Spanish, you know I don’t understand what you’re saying!”


“Ok I understood that.”

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Bath Time (MarkXReader)

Pairing: MarkXReader

Request: Yes

“Fluffy Mark smut where you’ve been dating for a few years and it’s almost your anniversary and Mark has been planning something special and you start thinking he’s not being faithful so you call him out on the anniversary but then you guys make up? Just a fluffy smut please?! Thank yooouuuuu!!! -Anon”

WC: 1,640

POV: 1st person

Rating: M (Smut and Fluff)

Contains: Fluff, Slight aftercare, bathtub sex, nothing bad its supposed to be a lovey dovey smut, shy-ish mark, and very soft hair pulling. 

Originally posted by nochuie

Mark and I had been dating since he was 20, and we moved in together at 22. We’ve always been close, never kept secrets, we took care of each other. We also are usually inseparable. Every time we weren’t together we’d be texting or sending cute picture back and forth so we knew what the other was doing at the least. Recently he had almost completely shut me out. 

“I’m going to work.” He’d leave and not text me once, come home and then tell me he ate dinner with the boys and then he’d take a shower and go to bed. 

“I have practice today and I want to get a head start.” He would say and leave but not take his normal path. Now trust me, I’d never think Mark would ever, ever, ever cheat on me. But recently he gave me doubts, not that he was cheating, but that he was just keeping secrets. 

It was now our three year anniversary, I had the table set up nicely, a nice dinner from the place we went on our first date on the table and his gift next to his plate, a new watch I heard him say he wanted.

He had left early that morning for work and said he’d be back around 5 so we could have dinner around then. I smiled as I sat down at my seat at the table and waited for him to come home. It was almost 6. I’ll just wait a bit longer. 

Around 7 I woke up to a small bang from upstairs and I quickly stood up and saw Mark coming down.

“Oh, baby I’m sorry I didn’t wake you. I went upstairs to change and set down some stuff before I woke you…” He said nervously. I nodded and we sat down to eat. He smiled as we made each other’s plates and he started eating.

I was trying to talk to him about everything the last few years and just about my day. He would just say “yeah”, “mm”, “i know right”, “babe that is amazing.”, etc. and every few minutes glance at his phone. I couldn’t handle it anymore. 

“Are you cheating on me?” I asked softly and he started coughing, almost choking on his food. “What?” He said with a mouthful as he grabbed his drink and finished coughing. 

“It’s just…” I sighed “You’ve been so distant lately and I don’t like it… You don’t text me when you’re at work, come home for dinner anymore, or tell me when you’re gonna be late.” I looked down more. “I just feel like there is someone else.” I said as I slowly set down my fork and I put my hands in my lap, looking down more. 

He started laughing slightly and I looked at him with sad eyes. “Lovely… I would never. You know how hard it is to keep secrets from you.”  He said and he moved to me and slowly sat down and pulled me into his lap and he cupped my cheek and made me look at him. 

“I’m so sorry princess, Ii was keeping a secret, but trust me it wasn’t that type of secret.” He stood up and grabbed my hand, leading me upstairs. “I was meeting up with your friends every few days and we’d all go around the shops and they were helping me come up with ideas of how to celebrate our anniversary and gifts for you…” He said and he opened the door and there were three big bags from three different stores sitting on the ground near the end of the bed.

“They said since it’s our three year to get you three things. Clothes, shoes, and accessories for when I take you to our real dinner” He pointed to a very big bag and then set it by the closet. “A bunch of movies and gift cards for the pizza, Chinese, and all the other restaurants we eat at for our movie nights. Oh! and a new blanket.” He set another one away and picked up the last one. 

“And one of them said you were a bit stressed and I know you like taking bubble baths when you’re stressed… a bunch of candles, bubbles, bath bombs, some skin care, lotions, oils, an oil burner… I didn’t know what all you didn’t already have so I just got you what I thought you might want more of.” He said shyly and rubbed the back of his neck shyly before slowly looking down and then back at me. 

“You can pick one right now… obviously not the clothes one because the dinner isn’t for another week.. but the movies and the bath and stuff is up for grabs right now, i took off if you wanna stay up late.” He said getting more shy and quiet as he was rambling a bit.

“We should take a bath.” I smiled as I grabbed the stuff I wanted from the bag, bubbles, candles, and dissoluble rose petals? why not. I smiled as he followed me, grabbing clothes from the dresser as he followed me. He grabbed the two fluffiest towels and set them on the counter before setting up the candles and lighting them as I started the bath. 

I slowly added the bubbles and we both stripped and he sunk into the water, slowly hissing at the head and making me wait for it to cool down a bit before slipping in and leaning my back against his chest. I smiled wide as I leaned back more and I looked up at him.

“‘I’m sorry Ii accused you of cheating. I’m not used to you keeping stuff from me and being so distant ya know…” I said softly and he nodded quickly and placed soft kisses on my shoulder. 

“I know baby girl. But trust me… I’m not going anywhere not even if you want me to.” He said and smiled wide, causing me to laugh slightly and nuzzle even closer. He started kissing up my neck as his thumbs started rubbing soft circles on my thighs softly, I whined softly in response and backed against him slightly.

“Do you want to? You know I like making sure just in case…” He said softly and shyly and all I could do was nod. He turned me to straddle him and he kissed up my shoulder, my collarbone, to my jaw and finally he kissed me. The kiss wasn’t very soft yet it was still gentle, loving and passionate as he put his hand on the back of my neck and pulled me closer to him. He slowly slipped his tongue into my mouth, making me moan softly as I moved my hips against his. 

He whimpered softly before kissing my neck and slowly nipping at a spot right below my ear. 

“I love you.” He whispered softly and as he pumped him self a few times before sliding in. He sat there for a second, still, kissing my neck and just rubbing circles on my hips to make sure I was okay. I cupped both of his cheeks and I kissed him rather hard as I started moving against him.

I moved my hips in circles, moved them in 8′s, and so on so forth. The thing I enjoyed most was how nice he looked, sounded, and felt. 

His head was leaned forward against my shoulder as he kissed the base of my neck, sweat started to make a thin layer on our bodies and his hair was starting to stick to his forehead a bit.

He sounded like something from my dreams, his moans so soft and his voice some how raspy yet sweet. Whispering things he loves and wants to do in the future although inaudible just because he wants to say them to me.

His touch felt like fire. His hands every few minutes stopping from rubbing circles on my hips and waist and squeezing every time something felt really good. His kisses were open mouthed and a bit sloppy but still small and lasting. His thrusts were just slight but still as powerful as any could be, still sending my body to its reaching point  as I felt my release nearing.

He moved hair from my shoulder gently as he started to thrust up more and move me around to kiss my shoulder. I moaned loudly as I slowly tangled my fingers in his hair as he was still kissing from my neck to my lips every few kisses. 

I pulled him back a bit and I kissed him as I released, moaning against his mouth and he released quickly after, moaning against the skin of my neck. 

After a few minutes of panting and whispered ‘I love you’s’ I pulled away and sat down. He slowly got out, lifting me and setting me down on a towel before drying off every inch of me, kissing spots where he had just dried and the final two kisses being on my forehead and then my lips. 

He stood me up, now humming a tune as he dressed me and I smiled wide as when he was done getting dressed he hugged me. 

“I love you cutie.” He smiled wide as he kissed my head softly. 

“I love you too.” I said and I leaned up and kissed him before he lead me to our bed and we laid down, tangling our legs with each other and our forehead touching as he grabbed my hand and rubbed circles on the back of it and kissed it before slowly falling asleep.

This was the man I loved with all of my heart. 

For The Love Of Harry, Chapter Three

The weather was finally beginning to become more bearable now that spring had arrived in London, or at least it wasn’t as nippily anymore most days. The lawns were speckled with browns and greens, but still crunched underneath your feet as the grass struggled to spring anew once again. Tulip leaves were prematurely attempting to poke their tips through soil, and the very teensiest bit of small green buds were appearing on trees. People were starting to do the domestic tasks of spring…opening windows while cleaning the must and dust of winter from the stagnant air of their homes, preparing the ground for gardening, and maintaining lawn care equipment so it is ready when needed.

You personally enjoyed that your walk between stations, work, home, and anywhere else you fancied on a pretty day, was a beautifully warm and lovely walk, rather than arctic chills reaching up your skirt. You also liked that you could once again be outside more, participating in activities you enjoyed, like going for runs, grilling food without snow flaking your hair, and playing a spot of tennis with a friend from work who also enjoyed the sport.

The past few weeks had been amazing! You and Harry were spending much more time together. You weren’t completely sure how to label what it was you had going with him, but you never were much for labels anyway. All you knew was that you were enjoying your time with him, and he was choosing to spend time with you. You. Not the millions of girls and women around the world that fell at his feet in worship. Not the models and actresses and other celebrities who were associated with him in one respect or another. You. He wanted to spend his free time with you, and that made you feel…special.

You heard the bell of your front door as you finished getting ready for his visit. You looked out the window and saw him standing at the door, always a picture of handsomeness.

“Hey!” you holler down at him from the window with a smile.

“Hello, love!” he smiled up at you.

“It’s unlocked. Come on in!” you yell as he winks at you and opens the door. You hear him close the door behind him.

“Am I too early?” he hollers up the stairs to you.

“Not at all!” you reply back, as you walk out of your bedroom and walk to the top of the stairs. You look down the stairs at him, and it hits you suddenly that you are exploring…something…with Harry. You can’t help but smile when he looks at you. His whole face smiles when he’s happy.

“I brought some drinks, and some music,” he says gleefully.

“And I have the food, and the grill is already hot,” you say as you walk to where he is still standing. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Thank you for asking,” he says, his hand eagerly finding your waist and pulling you closely to him. He lightly kisses your lips. “I’ve missed you.”

You giggle at how adorable he is. “You just saw me yesterday.”

“Always miss you when you aren’t around me,” he grins shyly, kissing you lightly again, then another to your temple as he hugs you.

“I miss you, too,” you say against his cheek. “How about we get the food going then see what music you brought?”

“Sounds like a plan,” he grins.

You grab everything needed and walk to the back patio. “Have you prepared it all already? The seasonings and such?”

“Um, no actually, why? Are you allergic to something?” you ask curiously.

“Not at all,” he says, “I would…just, sort of, like to cook for you, is all. I rather enjoy cooking, and you’ve done it for me so many times now, it’s my turn.”

“I really don’t mind…” you start to say, but he interrupts.

“Sit!” he orders, followed by a laugh and smile. “Not asking now. Want to cook for you. I’m a master griller,” he brags about his cooking.

“Better than being a master-bater…” you say with raised brows as you finish the final drink of the water bottle you had been nursing throughout the morning and grin mischievously. He shoots you a look but smirks as he looks over the food you have for your lunch. 

“Actually brought my favorite seasonings with me if…” he stops at you giggling at him, “don’t laugh at me!” He giggles at you giggling. “Just…I want to impress you with my cooking skills now, and I’m a bit particular sometimes.”

You smile at him and walk to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and kissing his cheek. “I cannot wait to taste the food you make, handsome,” you say honestly, bringing a toothy smile to his face, bookended by dimples that make you weak in the knees.

“Good,” he finished, “Now, let me just get this going, then I would really like to smooch on you for a bit.”

You let him have his way with the food, not wanting to step on his creations or techniques, and happy to do so. It had been ages since you remembered someone cooking for you, besides a local restaurant, or Kari opening a tin of spaghetti hoops and warming them through. You watched as he meticulously seasoned each piece of meat, making sure every one was covered perfectly to his satisfaction, then placing each where he wanted them over the fire, so that they cooked evenly and wouldn’t set the grill ablaze should the juices drip on a particularly aggressive coal. As he lowered the lid of the grill, pleased with the progress, he turned to you, wiping his hand on the towel, flinging it over his shoulder, and smiling slightly.

“You know, Grill Master Harry is pretty damn sexy,” you say, taking a chug from the cold drink Harry had offered as his initial contribution to the meal.

He smirks and walks toward where you are sitting on the double lounger of the patio. “Is he now?”

“He is, yes,” you flirt. “Could be the ‘Kiss the Cock’ apron he’s wearing”.

Harry laughs out loud. “It says ‘Kiss the Cook’, love!”

“You interpret it your way, I’ll interpret it mine,” you smoosh your lips in together then pop them out quickly into a bit of a pouty lip as your tongue remoisturizes them slightly. Harry realizes quickly your intentional ‘error’ and smirks again, sitting next to you on the lounger.

“And are you flirting with the cook to get him to act upon your obvious advances?” he leans closely to you, looking at your lips then again at your eyes.

“Is it working?” you question, raising your brows with a smirk of your own.

He smiles then presses his lips against yours, taking advantage of your lips parting to allow his tongue to taste you. He moans lightly as he leans more firmly against you and feels your breasts bearing against his chest. As he pulls away from your kiss reluctantly, he looks at your lips like they are one of the wonders of the world, then into your eyes once again.

“Does that answer your question?” he asks, allowing his lips to graze lightly over your chin.

He hears your voice catch slightly as you clear your throat and squeak a soft, “Yes”.

The two of you continue flirting as Harry finishes the food. You set the round glass patio table for the meal and nearly gasp at how wonderful the food he’s prepared looks and smells. As he sets the small platter in the center of the table, you place a lovely bowl of an assorted greens salad you’ve prepared ahead next to it, which is interlaced with almond slices, fresh berries, and a lovely poppy seed dressing you wanted to try out.

“Bon appétit, love,” Harry smiles as he raises his drink to you, clinking it gently to your own. You return his smile as you both begin enjoying the meal.

“Mmm, that’s delicious, Harry!” you rave. “So tender!”

Smiling proudly. “Thank you! Thank you very much! I do take great pride in my cooking abilities,” he beams.

“As you should,” you nod.

“So, while we partake of this mutually agreed upon delicious meal,” he giggles, “I would like to talk to you about something.”

“Oh, okay,” you say, wiping your mouth with your napkin and taking a drink. “What’s up?”

“I have had a change in my schedule,” he says, with a slight frown. “I have to leave tomorrow morning for some work in New York, and while I’m in America, I’ll be flying to LA for a bit of work, as well.”

“Oh,” you say, finding your own frown. “Work calls, eh?”

“Yeah,” he replies.

“How long will you be gone?” you ask quietly.

“I’m not really sure,” he says, placing his fork next to his plate. “Could be awhile.”

Not wanting him to feel bad that he must work, you grin and nod your head. “Well, I’ll make sure to have a home-cooked meal waiting for you when you get back eventually.”

“Actually,” he says, watching you, “I was wondering if you might be able to come join me at some point while I’m there. Visit me.”

“Oh,” you say.

You know there is a lot that goes along with being around Harry, and the two of you had still yet to define really what you were. A couple? Dating? Just two people enjoying time together? So far the two of you had kept your time together private, only in the security of your own property or his, and rarely drove anywhere together. To this point, you were pretty confident that you had not been discovered.

“I know we’ve discussed before, and agreed, to keep our relationship as private as possible for now,” he says. “I still think that is for the best, don’t you?”

“Yes, of course,” you agree. “I know how difficult it is for you, Harry, and I completely understand.”

“Thank you,” he says, squeezing your hand. “I just never want you to feel like I’m…not wanting to be seen in public with you, or that I’m ashamed of you or our relationship. That could never be further from the truth.”

“I know,” you say assuredly.

“But, all that being said,” he starts again, “I don’t want to go weeks, possibly months, without seeing you beyond the screen of a video chat, either.”

“So, tell me the answer,” you grin.

“If you can arrange it with your work,” he explains, “I would like to find a good time for you to travel there. I’ll take care of your arrangements. And I’ll set it all up so that hopefully nobody will find out…about it…that sounds bad, doesn’t it….”

“Don’t worry about it, Harry,” you answer. “I know what you mean. I’m not offended, I understand how it works.”

“So, do you think you could? With work? And…do you want to?” he asks, unsure how to read you at the moment.

“What? Yeah, of course I want to. I can talk to TJ and see how much time I can get away,” you smile. “If he complains too hard, I’ll offer to work from there and submit things to his email or something. You’ll be pretty busy anyway, right?”

“Well, yeah,” he says, “But I’m not inviting you there to sit in a corner and just watch me work all the time, or for you to stay busy working. I want you there because…” he grins lovingly, squeezes your hand, then continues, “Because I hate being away from you.”

You smile back at him and feel his other hand envelope yours inside of his.

“I want you where I am, for as much as I can have you there,” he says.

“I’m sure I can get some time,” you say, kissing him sweetly. “I’ll let you know how long, after I talk to TJ tomorrow. I’ve never taken a day of vacation since starting this job, so I’m due, I think.”

“Makes me very happy,” he says, kissing you again. “I’ll set it all up as soon as you know. Thank you for wanting to come.”

“Are you kidding?” you ask. “Give up a chance to see you work?”

“I don’t know how much you will be able to be around me outside of the flat, love,” he says sadly. “Everything will have to be done very secretively so that we aren’t exposed. Don’t want you to have to deal with that any sooner than it will undoubtedly happen. Can’t risk being papped together yet, or fans catching us out together.”

You sigh and nod your head with a reassuring grin. “It’s okay. Just getting to see you, spend time with you, not wait possibly months to see you again, will all be worth it.”

He leans to you and kisses you gently, then again more deeply, holding your face in his hands. He pulls back, running his thumb over your lips, then kissing you pertly once more. “Now, let’s finish this food so I can have my way with you before I have to leave,” he giggles, kissing your cheek.


Harry’s flight had been typical and he soon found himself in his flat in New York. It was new for him, recently purchased under another name to protect his privacy, but served its purpose while he worked off and on in the city. As soon as he landed, his first thought was to check and see what you had managed with your supervisor.

“So, did it work out?” Harry asked quickly before you could even say hello.

You giggle, “Yes.”

“Excellent!” he exclaimed. “How long?”

“He said I could have two weeks…or three with an exclusive from you for the magazine,” you say quickly, trying to get it all out in one breath as you squint your eyes against the blow of Harry hearing the words. You hear him sigh loudly. “Harry, don’t feel pressured. Really, it’s okay. Two weeks is better than nothing at all.”

“No, love,” he responds quickly. “No, it’s fine. It’s you anyway, right? They will let you have the exclusive?”

“Yes, but don’t do it if you aren’t comfortable with it, it’s fine,” you try to assure him. “I told him that wasn’t fair, but he said for an extra week, that’s what it would cost.”

“It’ll work, no worries. For an extra week with you here, we’ll make it work,” he grins to himself.

They look at his schedule and decide the best time for the three weeks is at the end of his time there. A brief few days at the end of his New York work, then another week and a half in LA, followed by some alone time for them somewhere before returning to London. They would have to be very careful to keep their secret, but they were both happy for the challenge.

After a few weeks passed, you bubble with happiness as you sit on the plane, waiting impatiently for its landing in New York. You had never been to New York, so you were looking forward to enjoying it a bit while there. You knew you wouldn’t be able to enjoy the city with Harry, but it would help time pass during the hours he was working.

As you make your way through the airport with your bags, you spy a man near a line of cars with a sign that read your name. You walked to him with a smile, handing him your bags for the boot, and eagerly sat in the back seat of the private car. Your eyes were glued to everything they passed, a new experience for you to see. As you gawked at the buildings that were too high to see comfortably from the car window, you felt the vibration of your phone and quickly looked to see Harry’s name and contact pic staring back at you.

“Hey!” you say excitedly.

“You’ve finally arrived?” he asks impatiently.

“I have!” you answer, your voice unsteady from the excitement you feel. “When will I get to see you?”

“Soon, love,” he answers. “The driver will take you to the flat, and I have someone there to let you inside. Just wait there for me and I’ll be there as soon as possible, alright?”

“I can’t wait to see you,” you nearly gush.

He chuckles, “I’m so ready to see you, too.”

The driver stops outside the building which holds Harry’s private flat. As you take your bags from the driver and walk through the front doors, a man walks up to you and smiles.

“Hello, miss,” the large, bumpy man greets you. “I was shown your photo and know you are a private guest of one of our tenants. He asked me to escort you in. Let me carry your bags and I’ll take you there now.”

“Oh, thank you!” you say, surprised and unsure, but trusting anyway after reading his name badge. You follow the man, who you now believe to be with building security, into an elevator which takes you to the floor of Harry’s flat. He walks you to the door and opens it for you with a key Harry had given to him prior. He sets your bags in the entry of the apartment, then hands you the door key. “Thank you!”

“You’re very welcome, miss,” he replies with a smile. “Enjoy your time in New York!”

“I will!” you smile, closing the door as he leaves.

You’re not sure how long you stand in that spot, feeling a bit out of place, but looking at every detail as it jumps out at you. Photos sitting atop a hallway table of Harry with his family and friends. Iron hooks next to the door for jackets and coats. A large potted plant in the corner that stood as tall as you. You slowly begin to walk down the entry hall, peaking into the open doors of the rooms you pass, seeing what appears to be a small ½ bath next to a guest bedroom. You pass a beautiful kitchen and dining area before coming to a halt in the living room. You look to your right where bright light is filtering in through what had to be the largest apartment windows you had ever seen in your life. Your first thought as you looked out at the city below was that you were happy you weren’t the person responsible for cleaning those windows. They were huge, reaching to the high ceiling above, and looked out over many other buildings and busy roads. You sat the key on the table next to you and simply glanced around the room, taking in everything you saw one bit at a time. You had been to Harry’s home in London, so it’s not like you had never seen extravagance or wealth before, but it had been the first and only experience for you until this point, so it still stopped you in your tracks when you witnessed it. Your little house back in London didn’t compare to this.

The flat is completely quiet, except for the humming of an appliance and the sound of a ticking clock somewhere, yet to be found. It smelled fragrantly of some sort of fruit and vanilla, which you found to be a collection of candles Harry had apparently lit earlier and blown out before leaving. You walked through the apartment, hoping you weren’t overstepping by looking around, but you knew Harry wouldn’t mind. You walked down another hallway that lead to two more bedrooms. The one at the beginning of the hall was a 2nd guest bedroom, slightly larger than the first, again with its own small bath. You walk further down the hall to the end, where you are met with Harry’s master bedroom. It was as big, if not bigger, than the other two rooms put together. As you walked into the room, your eyes look around in a strange bit of awe. It was all very Harry. Large works of art on two of the walls kept your stare steady for a long moment. In one corner was a guitar on a stand, with a keyboard and stool next to it. Next to that corner was the doorway to a large walk-in closet, that you knew probably harbored a nice amount of clothing and shoes…boots, no doubt…that Harry kept there for less to deal with while traveling. On the opposite side of the room there was one of the largest beds you had ever seen, but still a bit smaller than the one he had in his London home, you thought. You walked to it and lifted one of the pillows to your face, breathing in, and smiling as you smell Harry on them. Not the smell of his hair products, or soap, or even his cologne. But the smell you had grown to love so much, that was simply the smell of Harry. You couldn’t describe it, nor did you need to. It was one of the most lovely, comfortable scents you had ever known.

Burying your face into the pillow and breathing in again, you hear the sound of keys in the front door, then hear it open and close. You smile so big your cheeks instantly ache and you run out of the bedroom, down the hallway, and look through the vast room toward the front entry, seeing a smiling Harry chuckle then quickly jog toward you. You approach him, realizing you were still clutching the bed pillow in your arms, and tossed it at your feet as he wrapped his arms around you tightly.

“What are you doing, silly girl? Stealing m’ bed pillows, are you?” he teases, but he feels how strongly you’re holding onto him and he knows exactly what you were doing. “God, feels so good to be holding you again.”

“I’ve missed you!” you finally say into his ear. You feel one of his hands move to the back of your head as he kisses into your hair, burying his face into you.

“I’ve missed you, too, babe,” he breathes. “So much.”

He holds you for a long moment before pulling away, his hands on either side of your face. “So beautiful, you are,” he practically whispers. “Need a proper kiss now, please.”

Neither of you waste any time diving into a very sensual kiss, almost dirty in its own right. You feel Harry’s hands move to your ass, pulling you against him forcefully and loving it. You are sure you can feel his dick jump slightly against your abdomen, even through both layers of yours and his clothing.

“I need you, babe,” he says, desperate for you, slowly backing you toward his bedroom, shutting the door behind him and leading you to the large bed. You feel him quickly slide your short dress up your body and over your head faster than you could have even requested him to. You unbutton the button or two that is actually fastened on his shirt, and slide it down his arms and let it drop behind him on the floor. After another deep, lust-filled kiss, he steps back slightly to gaze at your body from head to toe and back again. You wore his favorite bra and panty set, one he had bought for you initially as a joke, that was stitched along the lacy edging with the words, “property of harry styles”, but had come to really turn him on when you wore them. Still in your high heels, you begin to kick them off when he boldly says, “Leave them on.”

You gulp slightly as you swallow, as Harry presses against you firmly again, holding your hips tightly against his so you could without doubt feel his hard dick growing between your bodies. “Do you feel what you do to me, baby?” He has a look in his eyes that you recognize as desire. Passion. Lust. His green eyes turn a more intense shade when he’s like this.

One thing about Harry that you loved so much was his ability to always make you feel desired. It wasn’t a show. You knew he didn’t do it only to make you horny, or make you crazier during sex. He found pleasuring you to be intoxicating. He loved to watch your face as he manipulated your body or made you cum. He loved inspecting every inch of your body to see how touching you here, or tasting you there, would cause you to writhe beneath his strong body. He became infatuated with sending you into a tail-spin sexually, finding every way possible to arouse you, even teasing that one of these days he was afraid he would cause you to pass out simply from how far he could push you sexually. He loved that you both had a high sex drive and was always eager to try new things.

On the other hand, he also loved the way you kissed him gently…thoughtfully…softly. He was easily turned on by your body, but equally turned on by your personality, your wit, your kindness toward others, your intellect, the level of comfort he enjoyed with you. He could sit and look at you for hours on end, or sit up talking with you all night long about the most mundane subjects and not be bored. He loved feeling your fingers lightly caress his back when he held you for an extra long amount of time. He loved the warmth of your hugs and the scent of your skin. And he loved every thing about you. Although neither of you had said those three words to each other yet, the feelings were there, and you both knew that when it was right, it would happen.

You feel Harry dig his fingers into your sides, grasping you, pulling you into his body as his mouth locks onto your neck, sucking you between his lips, biting at your skin.

“I’ve missed you, Harry,” you whisper desperately in his ear. “Let me…”

He kisses your jaw while sliding his fingers under the band of your panties. “What love…let you what…?” he asks nervously.

“Lay on the bed,” you tell him. He draws back a bit and looks at you and sees a look of determination in your eyes.

“Anything you say,” he says, turning you so that his back is toward the bed. You unfasten his skinny jeans and slide them down his long, lean body as he pushes his pants down with them, kicking them off at the ankles. You kiss him deliberately, then watch as he lays back on the bed, feet still on the floor, but stretched out, eyes wide, watching you. You look at his eyes, then trail them down his body and train them on his fully erect cock, standing proudly, more than ready for what you have in mind. You were not sure how, after weeks of sex with Harry, you had not already managed to have this masterpiece in your mouth. Harry was usually the one who wanted to be in charge in the bedroom. He liked having the control, and got such great pleasure from seeing you receive, that he had never thought to ask you for it, and once he started touching you, it was all you could usually do to keep your mind focused. But for the past week or so, it was something you had thought about many times. And now, you were in charge.

You stand between his legs, watching him nervously twirl one of his rings as he watches you. You look over his body, and lick your lips as you stare at his dick, causing a small groan to catch in his throat. “I want,” you start, then correct yourself. “I need…your cock in my mouth.” You watch him swallow hard. “I want to feel it hit the back of my throat.” He nods quickly at you then starts to touch the head of his cock and you push his hand away. “No,” you say as you shake your head slowly. “It’s mine.”

You drop forward slowly, placing your arms on either side of his body, and slowly bring your face even with his stiff cock, until he feels your hot breath on it. You tilt your head just enough to lap a flat tongue across the slit of his head, wiping it clean of the salty pre-cum that was already beginning to seep. You hear him suck air in through his teeth.

“Bloody hell,” he whispers as he closes his eyes briefly, then open them quickly again, looking at you, afraid of missing anything. You have already learned that one of Harry’s favorite things about sex is observing. He likes watching as his dick slowly moves in and out of you. He likes seeing your juices drain from your wet heat. He likes watching his cum leak out of your pussy onto the sheets under you. It’s his kink, if you want to call it such. And it turned you on that it turned him on so much.

You stand again and raise one leg, setting the heel of your shoe on the mattress next to him, the same shoes Harry had only moments before told you to not remove. He watched you as you slowly moved your hand to your knee, then trailed it up to your panties, rubbing gentle circles over your fabric-covered clit. You felt Harry’s hand around your ankle, slowly moving up your leg, in search of a place more wet and warm. As he nearly reached the silky strip of fabric that barely covered your lips, you gently lay your hand on his and move it away again.

“Fuck, love, you’re killing me,” he begged, a slight bead of perspiration forming on his forehead and upper lip. “Please.” You move your hand slowly back to your panties and slide your middle finger slowly between your lips and inside, hearing Harry groan more loudly this time. You close your eyes for a moment, then pull it back out, placing your foot back on the floor, moving your hand to Harry’s mouth and allowing him to taste your wetness on your finger. He moans from the taste then looks at you with pleading eyes. You lean over him again, kissing his bare chest, darting your tongue against his warm skin, and slowly trailing it down his body as you feel him tense and squirm around under you. He tenses his jaw and breathes in through his nose deeply as he feels you getting closer to that part of him that he wants you to take and destroy. Just as you sense a slight whimper from his throat, as you are close enough to his cock that he feels you even without touching, you look up at him, your mouth looming closely to him, his head now propped by a bed pillow so he can see everything you do. He groans again as he feels you drop to your knees between his legs, your lips kissing his swollen, red member, your eyes still focusing on his face. As he feels your mouth close in and down around him, he hears you moan slightly and can’t keep himself from twitching between your lips. He feels your hand grip the base of his cock and begin to move in opposing rhythm with your mouth, meeting in the middle, squeezing and sucking him with amazing pressure. You knew Harry was going to be an amazing mouthful, but you were determined to make it the most pleasurable blowjob he had ever experienced. You lifted your mouth off him enough to lick him up and down to coat him in your spit. As your hand continued pumping him, your mouth found his balls and sucked them, one at a time, into your mouth, tugging lightly. You could hear him trying to steady his breathing as his hand found your hair and caressed your head.

“Oh, baby,” he moaned. “Feels so good.”

His affirmations of pleasure made you drip into your panties a bit more. You loved that he was enjoying it so much. You were, too. He tasted so good to you. Why the hell had you waited so long for this?! You moaned again as you lathered him well, loving the salty taste on your taste buds. You hear him breathe more deeply again then feel him jet his hips up into you a bit.

“Sorry, love,” he says, rubbing your scalp. “Sorry.”

“Do it again,” you say, only removing him from your mouth long enough to say it before pumping your hand and mouth on him again.

“Like me to fuck up into your mouth?” he asks, a line of sweat drooling from his forehead onto his chest now as you nod, looking up at him again, his cock hitting the inside of your cheek. “Bloody…” he whimpers, panting, applying pressure to your head with his hand, grabbing your hair then as you apply a bit more pressure, his hips buck up into you again, causing a slight gagging sound as drool seeps out around your lips and hits his groin. He feels your other hand rest on his thigh with slight pressure as you become more aggressive and feel his muscles tense. He strains…“Baby…I’m gonna…fuck…” He tries tugging at your hair to get you to pull off him before he cums but you refuse to stop, moving your head back a bit and sucking the tip of him aggressively, your hand stroking his length, until you feel a sting at your scalp from his pulling, and Harry shooting deeply into your throat with a loud moan, his breathing so quick you were afraid he would hyperventilate. You feel his cock pump into your throat and you moan lightly. You look up at him, his cock still in your mouth but a bit softer now, and see wild eyes looking back at you as his breathing begins to slow. He watches intently as you pull your head back, lips still tightly around him, allowing him to fall onto himself as you pull away completely. He watches you in awe as you swallow, licking your tongue around your swollen red lips, then licking the remnants of his seed off of your hand. Harry closes his eyes and lets his head drop to the pillow behind him.

You smile slightly, knowing he enjoyed it, but also knowing he was probably spent physically for awhile from it. Worth it, you supposed. You like pleasing him, and you know you did. You stand again, stretching your aching legs, still in your bra, panties, and high heels, and climb over his body and look down on him. He opens his eyes, looking up at you, lifting his arms to pull you down onto him, holding you tightly against him.

“That…was…fuckin’…amazing…” he says quietly into your ear. “Amazing, love. Never had it better, I fuckin’ swear. Thank you. Holy God, thank you.”

You lift your head and smile at him, kissing him sweetly, sensing his physical exhaustion.

“I swear, I’ll give it back…just…bloody hell, love…” he chuckles, still slightly breathless.

“It’s okay, handsome,” you tell him. “Rest up. I’m going to go shower.”

You kiss him quickly on the lips then stand, smiling at the non-moving body lying on the bed in front of you, eyes closed and damp of perspiration. You open the bedroom door and walk to the entry where your bags still lay, grabbing them and walking back into the bedroom. As you set your bags on the chair near the bathroom, you hear a light snore coming from the direction of the bed and see Harry, in the same position, sleeping soundly.


You and Harry enjoy your time together in America, albeit secret, traveling to LA for his work there and experiencing yet another of his properties. You were snuck onto his private flight, but were taken to his home via a separate car, and different route and entrance to the property. You would give him credit where it was due. He had thought it out well to keep your relationship a secret from the public. You knew he did it for your safety and privacy, even if it did bother you a bit that the only time you were with him most of the time, you were hidden away in his home. As much as you would love to be holding his hand as you went with him from interview to interview, you and he both knew it was too risky. That’s why you were so excited on your last night in LA, when he made an announcement to you.

“Love, how would you like to go somewhere tonight?” Harry asked with a smile.

“Really? I can go out?” you ask with glee.

Harry frowned slightly, hoping you hadn’t felt like a caged animal during your time with him.

“Where am I going?” you ask. “I thought you had a show tonight.”

“I do,” he beams, “And I would like for you to be there. See me perform.”

Your excitement faded slightly from your face, not because you were unhappy, but because you were moved that you were going to finally see him perform. All this time you had known him, you had not once saw him perform solo. You had gone to one of the final One Direction concerts with Alex, but a solo concert had never happened…until now.

“Are you serious?” you ask with tears welling in your eyes.

“Oh, don’t cry, love!” Harry says, pulling you into a gentle hug. “I know it’s not fun being alone while I’m working, and I know you’ve not seen one of my shows yet. And I really want you there.”

“I just can’t believe it,” you say, smiling while wiping away a happy tear. “I didn’t think I would get to see you perform for a long time, until the day came we were ready to be out in public together.”

“Yeah,” he says softly, “We still need to be careful, babe. Still have to do separate cars, separate entrances, tuck you away in the wings where you can’t be seen but you can still see me on stage. I’m sorry, I know it isn’t ideal.”

“No!” you bolt. “No, please! It’s fine! It’s better than not seeing you at all. Harry, I’m so proud of you and your career. Always have been. I’m just so happy to get to experience it with you now.”

He kisses you sweetly, then he leaves to allow you to get ready while he goes to the next place he is needed. That evening, the car he has sent for you pulls up in front of the building and the driver grins at you as he opens the door.

“Enjoy your evening, miss,” he cheers, smiling at how excited you appear to be.

You watch happily out the car windows at the buildings you pass. The lights of the city are bright and abundant, and soon you find yourself being escorted through a back door of the venue, walking hallways until you are finally led to a small room near the backstage area. In a moments time, you see the door open and Harry walks in. He sees you and smiles, closing the door behind him. He looks at you and his eyes pop as his heart beats more quickly. He walks to you and wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly then kissing you firmly.

“You look beautiful, love,” he glows with pride, excited not only as he gets before a performance, but that his girl is there to support him. “So beautiful.” He kisses you again, first on your soft lips, then your cheek, then near your ear as he holds you again for another moment. In the hallway he hears one of his crew yelling for him.

“Harry! Ten minutes, man!”

He leans back away from you again and takes your hand, walking to the door of the little room. He looks at you, then at your hands holding each other, then loses a bit of his smile as he knows he can’t be seen with you in such a way and gently drops your hand. He opens the door and shows you to the area where you can stand in the wings to watch the show. He looks at you, then at your lips, wanting badly to receive a kiss of good luck from you, but seeing all the people standing around backstage, some with their cameras trained on Harry, and takes a deep breath.

You whisper, “It’s okay. Kill it, love. Going to be a great show!”

He smiles at you and nods, saying he’ll see you back at the flat after, which will be very late due to after-show rituals and such, but to go ahead and sleep and he would try to not wake you.

You had hoped to get to spend a bit of time with Harry, even if only a moment, after the show to congratulate him and tell him how wonderful he was. But you understood. The life of a celebrity was sometimes bittersweet, and if it was what you had to deal with to be in a relationship with him, you were okay with that. As the show ended, Harry was whisked off immediately to some sort of after party, it being the last appearance in America. You would have loved to have been able to attend it with him, being the hand he held as he walked around accepting the praises of those attending, but you were the person he was coming home to, and that seemed just as good if not better to you. You watched from a distance as Harry, surrounded by people and camera flashes, smiled and waved to those around him, thanking them for coming and for having him there. You took a deep breath as he quickly became further away from you, before disappearing into the sea of lights and people.

“Miss?” you hear a voice from behind you, and recognize it as the guard who had accompanied you into the building. You turn and smile at him. “Your car is ready to take you back now.”

“Thank you,” you reply, following the man down the stretch of hallways and out into the night air once again. You looked at all of the city blocks, filled with people and buildings and nightlife, and thought a lot about what Harry’s life must be like, and what your life with him was bound to be like at some point. You quickly stepped out of the car as it pulled into the drive of Harry’s home, and walked into the large luxury home. Such a big house for one person, you thought, but definitely Harry. He very quickly and comfortably fell into the wealthy lifestyle his popularity and hard work brought, while still being that grounded, down-to-earth guy that you know was his mother’s influence, even though you had yet to meet his family. You knew it wasn’t that Harry wanted to keep you from them, or anyone for that matter. He was just being so careful to not tempt fate where you had, to this point, been lucky that people still had not discovered your relationship. Someday, maybe. Someday you hoped to be that person for him, but for now you would be happy just to spend time with him.

As you walk into the large, quiet home, you feel your phone vibrate and look at the screen.

Thank you for being there for me tonight. It meant the world to me.~H xo

A simple text, during a time when you knew he was so busy he probably couldn’t think a clear thought, but he thought to text you and thank you. Yeah, you had fallen hard for him. And you were more happy than you could ever remember being before.


Harry was tired, physically and mentally. He was finally finished with his work in America, and was ready to take the next several days to spend with you and only you. He needed some time to relax and just enjoy doing nothing everyday, rather than running from interview to appearance to meeting. This stretch of work was not a tour or promo of any kind necessarily, merely a long string of obligations with a concert or two thrown into the mix. Harry was dedicated to his work, and had an amazing team he worked with that had a plan for his career and helped him achieve and accomplish it. But it was finished for a bit, and he looked forward to going back home and seeing his family and a few friends for awhile, enjoying a home-cooked meal or two, and spending time alone with you.

“So, H,” Jeffrey asked as they rode in the private car to drop Harry off at his flat. “What’s up with you and this girl? I’m glad to have finally gotten to put a face to the name and stories, but how’s it going with her?”

Harry smiles a huge smile while rubbing his fingers over a tired face. “It’s amazing, Jeffrey,” he says. “We get on great, and I’m really enjoying our time together.”

“What exactly is this that you have with her?” he asks pointedly.

Harry looks at him confused. “What do you mean, what do I have with her?” Harry asks, thinking he must be too tired to understand the question.

“I mean, is she your girlfriend? Are you two just dating? Friends with benefits? Just a good time? You’ve been fortunate so far that you’ve not been discovered. I had no idea until you told me,” Jeffrey admits.

“You know how it is for me, mate,” Harry shrugs. “Just don’t want the press or fans getting wind of it and make it so crazy that it becomes unsafe or a nuisance for her. She’s really great and I don’t want that for her.”

“I understand that, Harry,” he interjects, “But what exactly is it you have with her?”

Harry started to answer then closed his mouth again, thinking. Neither of you had ever really defined your relationship. Were you his girlfriend? Were the two of you just having fun together, being close friends with a mix of intimacy thrown in here and there? Harry knew, at least for him, it was more than that, but what was it? He had never referred to you as his girlfriend. He had never asked you if you would see him exclusively, although he was sure you dated nobody else. For some reason, maybe due to lack of sleep and being too busy, Harry thought harder on this subject than he probably needed to.

Harry stepped from the car, telling Jeffrey he would talk to him soon, after a few days in a private, secluded holiday spot he had found for the two of you to get away together for awhile. Harry quickly made his way up to the flat and unlocked the door quietly. It was early morning hours and he knew you would be sleeping soundly. He removed his boots so he wouldn’t risk waking you, and walked softly to the master bedroom, opening the door just as softly. He looked toward the bed and grinned to himself, seeing the lump under the covers of his bed, curled up into a ball on his pillow. Not the pillow you had been using, but the one that he used. It was a comfort to you when he was away, being able to smell his scent on the pillow case. He walked to the bed and looked down at you, seeing you sleeping, your chest rising and falling slowly in rhythm, the covers pulled up to your neck because Harry kept the temperature much cooler than what you did in your home, and a hint of a smile on your plump lips, even in your slumber. Harry knelt beside the bed, gently placing his hand on your head and caressing your scalp lightly. Why was his conversation with Jeffrey weighing on him so much? He hoped you didn’t think of your relationship with him as just having a good time. It was more than that to him. But Jeffrey was right about something. The two of you hadn’t really defined what it was that you did have together. By this point you had been seeing each other for a few months and neither of you appeared to have any desire to date another. You had decided in the beginning to not label anything yet. To just enjoy spending time together and see what happens. But that was months ago, and Harry was quickly realizing that isn’t what he wanted anymore. He didn’t want for your relationship to be undefined. Even if you couldn’t share it with the world, he wanted you to know how he felt about you.

Harry stood again after lightly kissing your head, then showered and easily slid into the bed next to you, being gentle so as not to wake you. He carefully moved up behind you, pulling your body gently against his own and holding you, kissing your shoulder lightly a few times, then quickly giving in to the sleep he desperately needed.


As your small private jet cut through the puffy white clouds, you were happy to be with him, traveling with him rather than in a separate mode of transportation. He seemed clingy since coming home after the concert and party the night before, but you loved it. If there was a better feeling in the world than Harry’s hand holding yours, his arm around you, or his lips kissing you, you had yet to find it.

You felt Harry squeeze your hand as you turn your head from the window to look at him. His smile meets you, then a kiss to your lips, followed by his thumb tracing your bottom lip. You return his smile and move your other hand up his arm, gripping softly to him. You realize he is just staring at you, taking you in. He does that sometimes, like he’s still memorizing every bit of you, but the look in his eyes this time was different.

“You alright?” you ask him with a grin.

“Never better, love,” he replies, as you nod your head to him.

In time the small jet lands in the location he has chosen for your private getaway, and you are driven to a small, private beach home. Where, you had no idea, but you honestly didn’t care, either. You were there, with Harry, with nobody anywhere around, in a remote location, with your own private beach spot. Life could be worse.

Harry takes your bags from the driver and walks into the beach home with you. It was small and quaint and much different from Harry’s own properties, and you loved the intimacy of it. Small kitchen, little sofa perfect for two to cuddle on, only 2 small bedrooms, and a patio that led out to a small, secluded beach front, that Harry was assured by the management company, was completely private and undetectable by the paparazzi. You look out the sliding glass doors to the beach. It’s beautiful. You couldn’t wait to feel the heat of the sun on your skin while looking out over that majestic view.

You feel Harry’s presence behind you as you look at the view, feeling his arms wrap around you and his chin resting heavily on your shoulder. His lips kiss your neck, then take a small nibble as your hands move up to grab his arms around your chest.

“Thank you for bringing me here,” you say sweetly. “It’s beautiful.”

“Only sight more beautiful, I have my arms around,” he flirts while still kissing your neck.

“I mean, thank you for wanting me here with you,” you say with intent. You know Harry has feelings for you, even if neither of you have ever put a label to what you have together. Stupid labels. What were they anyway? And why was it bothering you so much that you’d yet to have one with Harry? Just be happy you’re with him, you dolt! you chastised yourself in your mind. Harry doesn’t owe you a label. It had only been a few months. A few months of flirting. A few months of spending countless hours together. A few months of texts and phone calls and video chats. A few months of intimacy, tasting each other, bringing each other to climax over and over again.

“Just wanted to spend a little holiday with you, before you have to go back to work and I go back into the studio in London for a spell,” he reminds you.

You appreciated it, but that still wasn’t your point of thanking him. You were thankful that he had chosen you to be the one that he wanted to spend his time with. He had women falling at his feet around the world, and you were the one he wanted to be around. You knew he wasn’t the playboy that the media always tried to make him out to be. You had known him long enough now to know better than that. You only hoped that Harry understood exactly how you felt about him. Neither of you had yet to say “the L word”. Not that either of you questioned that you had love for each other, but loving someone and being in love with someone are two different things. You both wanted it to happen naturally, yet both were afraid to say it and then not hear it from the other in return, so for the time, you both seemed to just keep it to yourselves.

The two of you enjoyed a few days cuddling on the beach, swimming in the ocean, and soaking in the rays of the sun. The night before you were to fly back to London, Harry was extra clingy. You loved that he always liked to be touching you somewhere…his hand on your leg as you had dinner, his arm around your shoulders as you watched a movie on the sofa, leaning his body back against you, squishing you between him and the kitchen counter, as you cuddle into his back, pressing pert kisses to your mouth as you stood next to him, watching him cook your breakfast. But Harry sensed you were becoming a bit tense, knowing your time together over the past 3 weeks was nearly over, and you would soon be returning to work to finish the exclusive you and Harry had been working on here and there, and making the arrangements for the small, intimate photo shoot to boost it.

After you finish getting ready for bed, brushing your teeth, relieving your bladder, and raking your fingers through your hair, you sit on the side of the bed, plugging your phone into its charger and setting it on the side table. You feel Harry’s hand rubbing up and down your back and turn off the little lamp next to the bed and yawn.

“Come ‘ere, love,” Harry says as he pulls your arm his direction, coaxing you to lay down next to him. You do as he requests, not really sleepy, but knowing you had to be up early to be at the airport on time. You lie back against your pillow, but Harry pulls you closer to him, away from the edge of the bed, nearer to the center.

“What are you doing?” You giggle as he pushes the covers back down as you try to raise them.

“Seem tense, babe,” Harry observes, kissing your neck and rubbing his hand lightly between your tummy and his t-shirt that you’re wearing. “Are you stressed about going back? Your article or something?”

You sigh softly. “I don’t know. Maybe a little. Been enjoying this, you know?” you smile at him.

“Trust me, I know. I have, as well,” he smiles back, moving his kisses to your jaw. “Let me help you relax, love.” You feel his gentle kisses pepper your neck slowly, in no hurry, simply enjoying making contact with your skin. “Close your eyes. Clear your mind. Relax.”

You swoon inside as you close your eyes, enjoying the soft way Harry is helping you release your stress. You feel his other hand gently caress your scalp, playing with your hair, while moving his kisses along your hairline. You feel him lightly kiss each of your eyelids, your brow, your nose, covering your face one gentle kiss at a time. You feel his soft mouth nibble at your jaw lightly, followed by a soothing kiss, as his other hand continues to rub lightly across your tummy. His finger traces a smooth line back and forth along the trim of your panties. You feel his hand move slowly and gently around your body, softly massaging your skin and muscles with his touch to your shoulder, your arms, your chest and stomach, and down your hip and thigh, kneading gently in his attempt to help you relax. You feel his mouth next to your ear.

“Feel good, baby?” he whispers.

“Mmm,” you groan lightly and nod your head slightly, turning your face to meet his lips against your temple.

“Wanna help you relax completely, babe,” he whispers. “Make you feel good.”

He ghosts his lips across your jaw before finding your lips as you turn into his kiss. His lips feel so soft against your own, a hint of the same minty toothpaste that you used only a few minutes before. You feel his lips lightly pass over yours, but not kissing yours, just brushing past as he places another soft kiss on your neck just below your ear. You feel his hand sneak up to your breast, cupping it gently, tugging your already perky nipple through his fingers. You feel his hot breathe around you and feel the heat rising between your legs, as you relax your thighs and they naturally fall open a bit more. He takes his time with you, touching your neck, kissing your shoulders, biting gently at your earlobe, sucking into his mouth and teasing it with the tip of his tongue. He teases his kisses around your lips, making you crave them to the point that you moan slightly in protest when he doesn’t leave one against yours. You feel his tongue gently slide over your bottom lip, licking its fullness, and biting it playfully to plump it to the size and color he has learned to love during sex. You finally feel his tongue dip into your mouth again, softly, sweetly, all the while his hand touching you gently, in every place except where you would like for it to be.

“Let’s slide these off, love,” he tugs at your panties, sliding them down your hips as you gently lift your ass from the mattress to allow him. You feel his hand move up your hip slowly, finding your waist and rubbing lightly across you tummy, as he again kisses around your face.

“Just let go, babe,” he whispers in your ear. “Eyes closed, no stress or worries. Just us.”

“Mmm,” you groan, as he sees your eyes closed and feels the tension gone in your body. He sees your jaw relax as your mouth falls open slightly. “Feels good,” you whisper.

“Shhh,” he shushes lightly in your ear. “Shhh.” You feel him move even closer against your body so you can feel how hard he is against your hip. You know that must be painful and would love to help him with it, but at the moment, you are numb, and prisoner to his touch. You feel his hand move upward again, finding your jaw, then your lips, then gently opening your mouth as he pokes two of his fingers inside your mouth. “Make them good and wet for me, love,” he asks, as you feel his tongue pull your earlobe between his lips again. You hear him moan in his throat, his own breathing increasing a bit as his dick aches, filling with blood, wanting your mouth on it just as it is on his fingers. You feel his leg firmly pull your leg toward him, spreading your thighs further apart, as he pulls his fingers out and kisses you deeply, moving his saliva-soaked fingers eagerly to your clit. You breathe in deeply and moan. “Shhh,” he reminds you, then whispers. “It’s okay, baby. Just relax. I’ve got you.”

You feel his wet fingers slowly rub your little button until its hard and swollen, then slowly move to your juicy lips between your legs. He keeps his mouth next to your ear, only leaving your ear to kiss your jaw or your cheek. Harry presses his forehead against the side of your head, concentrating on how his hand will help you find complete relaxation soon. You feel one of his fingers slide between your folds and into you a couple of inches. Besides both of you breathing more rapidly than normal, the finger he has inside of you, rubbing gently at your walls, is the only thing moving on that bed. You feel his finger rubbing slowly against you, then curling against the roof of your heated hole. He hears you exhale as you open your mouth a bit more, and he kisses your jaw.

“So wet, baby,” he whispers in your ear. “So hot and wet, pullin’ my finger into you.” He slowly pulls his finger out, adding the other wet digit you had sucked for him, and applies a bit more pressure as he rubs you inside. A slight moan escapes your throat, as Harry intensifies the pressure and motion of his stroking, your neck arching slightly into your pillow. “That’s it,” he whispers as he feels you swelling, ballooning against his fingers. “That’s it.”

“Harry,” you whisper.

“Shhh,” he prompts into your ear quietly.

“Harry…need…to pee…” you say breathlessly, but making no movement to act upon it.

“It’s okay, love,” he assures you quietly. “Just let it go.”

You feel him gently kiss and lick your jaw and cheek as he continues his relentless pursuit of stroking you perfectly against your spongey spot, until he hears your juices squishing around his fingers, your breath catching near his ear.

“That’s it, baby, that’s it,” he coaxes into your ear. “Cum all over m’ fingers, love.” Your hands move to his wrist, as it begins feeling almost too good, attempting to pull his hand out, but he refuses and applies more pressure to your needy spot. He feels your body begin to tremble and quake and looks at your face, glancing back and forth between your expression, and where his hand is pleasuring you, until he hears you release a loud moan and your liquids explode out of you, not only wetting his fingers but splashing its wetness nearly to the crook of his elbow.

“Bloody fuckin’ hell!” he finally breathes, not pulling his fingers from you, or relinquishing pressure from inside you, until he knows you have ridden out the orgasm to its fullest. He hears you begin to breath again, panting quickly, as your body continues to spasm in orgasmic bliss, choking his fingers inside of you. He feels you finally clamp your legs around his hand as you slowly regain a more normal breathing pattern, and the trembling of your thighs begins to subside. He holds you tightly, kissing you everywhere his lips will reach, not yet removing his fingers, until he feels you finally open your legs once again.

“Did so good for me, love,” he whispers into your ear, as his fingers slide out of you and he rubs you softly between your legs, soothing you gently. “So good, baby.” He lifts his arm and shows you the juices still dripping from it, a couple of them dripping onto your chest and stomach. You lift your arm, pulling his arm to your mouth, and suck on one of his fingers, tasting your sweet juices on him. You see the look on his face change once again, as an “Uungh” falls out of his throat and he pushes his still throbbing dick against your hip without even realizing he’s doing it. He brings his arm to his mouth and licks his tongue up toward his wrist, moaning slightly, loving your taste. He pulls you tightly against him and kisses you deeply, passionately, still tasting the slight sweetness attached to both of your tongues. He pulls away slightly and looks at you.

“May need just a moment, then I owe you,” you giggle. “Fuck, do I ever owe you.”

“No worries, love,” he looks down at his still prominent dick and smiles at her. “Don’t think that’s going anywhere until you’re ready for it.” He kisses you as you both giggle, then he pulls away again. “Love, do you think this coming weekend, we could take a short trip?”

Closing your eyes a second, still trying to think clearly through your bliss, you answer. “Well, yeah sure. Where are you wanting to go?”

“Back home,” he answers with a grin, kissing your lips softly.

“You…” you nearly choke out, “You want me to go back home with you?” He nods and smiles. “Are you sure, Harry? I mean, yeah, but you’re sure?”

He smiled at you and squeezed your body into his. “Need m’ mum to meet the girl I’m in love with, don’t I?”


There you go! Chapter Three of For the Love of Harry, completed. I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Honestly when I started this chapter, I was stumped, not sure where I wanted to go with it, and had initially decided it would be the final chapter so I could move on to my next story. But the ideas are already flowing for the continuation, so if you liked this one, please let me know and I will continue the story and post it soon. Apologies for any mistakes in this post. I wrote through a sleepless night, my nephew having gone in for brain surgery yesterday, so my thoughts are a bit weary and worn. Thanks for reading, lovelies!

Much love! xo

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