Requested: No, but @illuminateshawn and I live for
drunk, festival Mendes in that red shirt from Amsterdam.
Word count: 4,947
“Can I have three large beers, thanks” I smiled,
handing the girl in front of me my money. The sun was burning into my back,
heating up my entire body slowly.
“I just love this weather” my friend Julia said. She
closed her eyes, tilting her head back to fully enjoy the warm rays of sun burning
in her face.
“Me too” I agreed, looking around the festival filled with
drunk people having fun everywhere.
To me, this was what summer was all about; heat,
friends, music and beers. Actually, going to festivals was my happy place, I
loved the whole idea of just letting go and enjoy yourself as much as possible;
meeting new people and staying up until the early hours when the sun rose again.
“Girl, don’t look now but that guy… he’s looking again” Julia laughed, taking of her
A/N: Well, it’s been a full month since my last fic that I posted and I felt like it was time for a new one. Another Harry Styles fic because he’s such a legend and I love him so deal with it. This took me a good few days to finally finish, hence why it’s legit the longest thing I’ve ever written, because I wanted to get this really good because I literally write my fics in one night normally so enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it x.
Warning(s): Cheater!Harry, sad themes, swearing, a section of smut with very minimal Daddy kink
Word count: 8,005
Pairing(s): Harry Styles x Reader / Harry Styles x OC (Original Character)
It ain’t the gun, It’s the man behind the trigger. Gets blood on his fingers and runs. It ain’t the lie, It’s the way that the truth is denied.
A relationship that had withstood all trying odds thrown at it, time and time again. A relationship that, from the outside, never once seemed anything short of miraculous. Four years of that relationship had been a blessing and to her, nothing and no one could ever give her the satisfaction nor sensation of pure love and dedication, she feared she may never find something quite like it again.
It’s funny how certain situations arise, that are unexpected in the worst way possible, which make the mere thought of carrying on with the toxicity of a failed relationship unbearable.
It had taken a whole three months for her to coax a confession out of her tattooed lover which, during that time, almost made her physically ill to think about him, not only being sexually (but possibly also romantically) inclined with another woman, but lying so blatantly to her face about the multiple occasions he had, ‘ran out to get some deodorant’, during the dead of night, only to come back to their shared home in the morning with a different type of exuberant smell catching in the air from his body and clothing.
When confronted about this, however, the long-legged man stood in front of her, but yet, no eye-contact was maintained, and shook his head, pushing past the fragile woman he claimed to love for an extended period of time before slamming the heavy, mahogany bedroom door, muttering incoherent sentences on his way that normally consisted of, “Gettin’ on my fuckin’ last nerve”, and, “I ‘ave half the mind t’ leave you right fuckin’ now”.
Of course, it was when the luminous moonlight danced across the wooden floorboards of the bedroom, illuminating the whitewashed walls as if it was their own private, personal stage where they could showcase their undying love for one another, or so she once thought.
It was when the early hour of 3am came creeping around the corner with only the sounds of the wind whistling and the leaves whispering to keep her company as she laid in an empty, king-sized, luxurious bed that was meant to be a symbol of their companionship.
It was when she felt the all-too-familiar feeling of abandonment and loneliness twist inside her gut as fresh, hot tears sprung to her eyes and trickled down to her ears whilst unmoving and staring at the intricate detail of the high ceiling. She had been doing this for so many nights she was near confident that she could recite how many swirls and dots collected in the design from her counting.
Of course, it was then that she understood that she was no longer the apple of his eye. That he had escaped from her hold and found refuge in someone else’s arms. Someone else’s kiss. Someone else’s touch.
He would never admit this though, no, he would much rather sneak back into his own home where his significant other would lay, pretending to be asleep through her dry, tear-stained cheeks, rolled over to her side of the bed with him removing his clothes to slide skilfully underneath the untouched covers on his end, like he had been used to trying to not disturb her, before pressing a chaste kiss to her neck and whisper those three words that held no real regard.
He didn’t mean it.
Not since he started smelling like a perfume she could not recognise.
Every morning, a smell of fresh coffee and breakfast foods invaded his privacy that would jolt him awake, noticing his lady of four years had already made her side of the bed and left him a note in her cursive handwriting, that he used to adore, as she did routinely since they moved in together.
And every morning he would stalk downstairs to find her cooking for the both of them out of the kindness of her broken heart despite knowing about his infidelity and unfaithfulness before he wrapped his strong, manly arms around her trembling waist as sobs racked through her entire being.
Although, these said tears were soothed almost instantly as she felt the dry lips of the man she loved along her jawline and neck, peppering gentle kisses to her skin. She knew she shouldn’t be so easily swayed when he hadn’t even muttered a single word to her but she couldn’t control her feelings; feelings of anger and despair quickly dissolving into ones of adoration and desperation towards the figure looming over her.
A shaky hand was raised to caress his prickly, stubbly cheek as she closed her eyes and enjoyed one of the rare moments of intimacy the couple shared nowadays, willing herself not to shed any more saltwater from the seas swirling in her eyes.
A waft of the faint smell of cinnamon and honey contrasted with her regular scent of vanilla and fruits that brung her out of her Harry-induced daze, making her pull away from the man she could no longer trust.
“Don’t walk away from me. Please. No’ today.” He pleaded, she almost could have believed he was being genuine if it weren’t for the black lace thong she’d discovered discreetly hidden inside his trouser pocket whilst doing the laundry last Sunday. He knew this, yet he still didn’t bother to hide the piece of evidence elsewhere. It was almost as if he had wanted her to feel her heart drop to her stomach.
“Harry, by my walking away, it gives you the leverage you need t’ turn in the opposite direction and in'a her bed.” She spoke in rebuttal under her breath; hoping her words wouldn’t travel far enough and stop short before they could reach his ears; in a way, recreating how whenever she gave him her all, it never seemed to find its destination within him and instead go off-track.
Perhaps that was the reason why her love wasn’t reciprocated.
“Wha’ did you jus’ say t’ me?” The sound of heavy footsteps coming back round the large, marble countertop placed in the middle of the spacious kitchen to her after grabbing a snack from the cabinet, not only made her anxious but also incredibly uncomfortable as she never wanted to carry such negative conversations with the center of her affection, knowing that he would deny all the objectives she would present to him, similar to how he had before.
“Don’t worry ‘bout it, baby.” She forced a fake smile onto her face, an expression she had grown accustomed to whenever she looked too deep into his pools of jade he called, ‘eyes’, digging out information she never thought she would have to read. She turned her body around to crash against his chiselled chest, trapping her between the oven and his own furnace, his body giving out warmth she used to find comfort in. “I didn’t say anything important, I promise, now gimme a kiss.”
Seemingly satisfied with the answer he was provided with, he leant in to press his lips hard against hers and rested his palms on her hips.
Undoubtedly, it was one of the most difficult things she had ever had to do. To kiss him as if her heart wasn’t crumbling like the walls around her; suffocating her, was too much to bare as she finally pushed him away and wiped her lips with the back of her hand.
“How dare you stand here and kiss me with tainted lips you’ve put on another girl. How dare you stand here and pretend you’re committed t’ us. And how dare you stand here and make me a fool for loving you when you go out and make love t’ that woman you found at a dingy, dark nightclub one lonely winter’s night.” The streams of emotions flowed down her red, puffy cheeks as she expressed her discontent and disappointment from within.
It had been a long time coming and she knew she couldn’t hold it in any longer. Not when he made no effort to admit to his wrongdoings, but instead gave her false hope towards a relationship that was barely alive.
His arms tried to reach out towards his beautiful explosion but she couldn’t stand to look at him for longer than she had already endured and backed away from his softening stare.
He couldn’t continue his façade, not anymore.
“No, sweetheart, please…” He began to somehow explain months of late nights and cold shoulders, but she had heard and lived through everything she needed to in order to make her final decision as she knuckled away her falling tears and practically sprinted to the bedroom to collect her belongings. “It jus’ happened! It was out of my control, baby, you have t’ believe me!”
She had to leave.
No more could she sit there and act as if they were the couple they used to be in the beginning. No more could she sit there and act as if he was the man she fell in love with.
The door clicked shut just as she zipped up her suitcase, signalling he’d now entered the room that was once filled with the purity of their love. The moment he slept next to her curled up body in the middle of the Stygian night after he spent his evening in a stranger’s bed, the barrier was broken and was replaced by one of deception and distrust.
His feet padded furiously against the pristine, fluffed rug situated at the center of the space before slamming his hand on top of the lid of the luggage in an attempt to keep the woman he genuinely loved deep down from leaving him.
“Harry. Get your hand off.” She threatened with a calm, gentle voice which she never used unless she was livid behind her cool, collected nature.
“Listen t’ me. I didn’t mean for this t’ happen, I didn’t mean t’ lie t’ y-…” He, again, was cut off by her forcefully lugging her property out from under his grasp and onto the floor with a loud ‘bang’.
“It wasn’t the lie! It was never the lie! I’ve known for months, Harry. ’S the way you denied the truth every single time I asked you about it! And if you’re implying that that’s the worst of it, I don’t even wanna think about the things you’ve done t’ her and vice versa.” She stayed glaring straight into his watery irises for a few seconds before spinning on her heel and walking out, deserting a broken man with his broken heart gazing at the now wide-open entrance with traces of her vanilla scent lingering but her nowhere to be found.
You’ve been killing softly and finally, That is too much. (Oh) And I’m all out of whiskey, To soak up the damage you’ve done. (Oh)
You would think drowning her sorrows in her tears and heartbreak would’ve been enough to express her emotions but no. She had managed to find herself amongst sweaty, filthy bodies in a large bar from which she had drunk her fifth glass of strong alcohol, she could barely see straight.
With the toxic fluids coursing through her veins, the pumping bass of the latest chart-topper beating her heart for her, and conversations of the blurred people around her resounding in her psyche, she had had enough.
Hard to believe, but it was a rare occurrence that she would even bother to dress herself up and emerge from her temporary abode, with her estranged high school friend she had recently been in contact with, to appear at the local bar she used to go to with Harry whenever they wanted to get away.
It used to be a sort of sanctuary for the two of them. It used to be a chance to just talk about their day and their feelings to each other without anyone else prying into their business. But now it was, and would forever be, “the place where he met her”.
“The place where he inadvertently broke the bond between lovers which he vowed to never do”.
Yet still, there she was.
Sitting alone on a high stool, gripping the side of her glass so tightly that the beads of condensation evaporated under the red heat of her fingers and inner turmoil.
She had just been staring at the wine glasses hanging down from the ceiling, like bats in a cave, whilst downing her beverage in record speed which allowed her to move swiftly onto her next drink. Even the bartender had started to get conscious of her intake and that was enough for him to then refuse to supply another source of liquor.
Her newly rekindled friendship with her high school classmate had been put to the test that evening and unfortunately, by her having no one she knew around in her presence, let her know that she need not care for the whereabouts of her friend as they didn’t care for hers after the second round of alcohol.
The sudden deprivation of a stinging solution making its way down her throat since she had been scolded like a child for the excessiveness of her drinking, made her mind wander into the fields of betrayal that replaced the meadows of happiness she used to frolic in with the man she used to think she would one day marry.
As soon as her gaze fixated on the empty glass in front of her, the saline tears poured over the barrier of her waterline and left her silently sobbing through her harrowing heartbreak.
Dying from a broken heart was something she had only read about in the news and never once believed it to ring true but as she sat there, in Harry and her bar, she could practically feel her chest contracting and splitting into two halves. Although, she didn’t really understand how considering he still had her heart in the palm of his hands and desperate for his love.
The mere sight of a grown woman openly, and drunkenly, weeping must’ve been hard for surrounding strangers to handle since by the time she had ceased her muffled cries to soft sniffles and looked up with bloodshot, sore eyes - most of the partygoers she had mixed in with had departed and left only her and a few stragglers behind with a busied bartender wiping down spilt beverages with a cloth.
The palms of her hands were raised to her reddened face and rubbed over her features to try and soothe her outburst of feelings as a heavy sigh was blown out from her pale lips in response to the heavyweight she felt in her chest.
Heels clicked on the floor of the building as she dug into her purse to find flimsy pieces of paper that represented a form of payment she could offer the man behind the counter for the alcohol she had consumed.
“On the ‘ouse.” A clear, but deep voice sounded from in front of her as her glass was collected, “Yeh look like yeh had a bad one so don’t worry 'bout it.”
Her hard and focused stare switched from her trying to find her money in her purse to kind, pitiful, sapphire eyes as she faced the generous bartender.
“Noo. No, I can’t jus’ no’ payy yew. ’Ve 'ad like nine'een drinkss-..” Her slurred speech in between her not-so-subtle sniffs and hiccups made the stranger chuckle and she watched how his shoulders moved, fascinated by the way they were connected to his body that she felt the need to touch hers to confirm her suspicions that yes, she had shoulders too.
“Don’t mention it, love, I’ll call you a taxi.” He informed the unsteady woman the other side of the counter before picking up his phone and dialling a number he knew off by heart from the amount of times he had to ring because of previous passed out customers.
A completely innocent and everyday nickname she had been called before by many people, but this particular time made her legs shake and her lip quiver as she fought to hold back more streams of sadness.
Harry used to call her, “love”.
Harry used to show her love.
And Harry used to give her love.
But that was all gone.
All of it wasted and bestowed onto the other woman in her relationship.
She supposed it was a good thing that he had decided to take that route. She supposed it was a good thing that he made it clear she wasn’t enough. That she wasn’t what he wanted. That way she could confidently move on and find another to treat her right.
But her heart wouldn’t allow it.
Her heart remained in the familiar hands of her puppeteer and continued to make his own lovesick puppet out of her. Why? She may never understand. She only knew that he had a fatal hold on her; squeezing ever so softly but growing tighter with each and every day that passed by, that she feared she might have wound up helpless and perishing in his addicting arms.
He had been killing her softly, albeit unknowingly, but she had finally decided it was too much and escaped his grasp physically.
His emotional duress on her, however, was a different story altogether which she thoroughly believed she would never be able to evade.
If there is one thing that I’m guilty of, It’s loving and giving when you take too much. //•// If there’s anything I’m guilty of, It’s loving you too much.
“Harry, stop!” The exclamation was followed by a giggle as she extended her hands out to cover the lens of the new, vintage camera she had purchased especially for him on their third year anniversary as a strong, steady couple.
“You’re jus’ the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen, darlin’, I 'ave t’ take photos t’ capture your beauty.” He exaggerated and winked when he switched his eyes to stare at her smiling face rather than through the viewfinder.
“Ew, you’re such a dork.” A pillow was lugged at his head which, as a result, made his curls fly out in every direction possible, him then looking like a human version of Simba. “You look the most attractive you’ve ever looked right now, baby.” A snort came from her button nose as she reached for the device in his hands, turning it on him and clicking the shutter multiple times at different angles.
“And you just sounded the most attractive you’ve ever sounded.” He spoke in rebuttal before shaking his hair out of his face and tamed it slightly.
A playful pout was brought upon her lips as a sign of her disappointment that her masterpiece was ruined but she continued to shoot amateur pictures of the stunning man with legs either side of her hips since she would never tire of looking at his perfectly structured face and features that were God’s gift.
“Oi, ’m s'posed t’ be taking pictures of you, my love.” His hands found their way to his hips and she figured that, in that moment, he had never looked more adorable so the shutter sounded once more to signal that she’d documented the sight on the roll of film in the camera. “’M gonna need yeh t’ stop before I get rowdy.”
“Rowdy?” A loud guffaw sounded as she lowered the camera down to her lap and just merely glanced up at the mess of curls on top of her in disbelief and fond. “I’d like t’ see you try t’ get 'rowdy’, honey, you’re the most calm and collected person I know.”
As soon as she placed the photographic equipment to one side, her arms were pinned above her head by a strong force coming from her short-haired lover and before she knew it, she could feel his fringe tickling her forehead since he leant forwards and hovered over her.
“I can be rowdy when I wan’ to, yeh know that more than anybody, pet.” He lowered his voice down at least one octave as he spoke, a glint of mischief in his sparkling eyes.
“Mm…” She pretended to think as a borderline seductive hum sounded from her throat. “I have no idea wha’ you’re talkin’ about, H.” A shake of her head only further exaggerated her point as she tried to prove her unknowingness and innocence.
A low, breathy chuckle resounded from deep in his chest, seemingly-always-minty breath fanning over her face gently, before he pressed a loving peck to her plump lips.
It was intimate moments like these where she felt she had never been more content, nor could she probably ever be more content without him.
It was intimate moments like these where she felt almost certain that there would never be another man more catered to her soul as he was and she intended on keeping him forever.
“‘M gonna love you ‘til the day I die.” The soft whisper coming from his lips transferred onto hers and she could feel tingles rush throughout her body. “Ev’ry day I spend with you jus’ gets better and better, I don’t know wha’ you’re doin’ t’ me.”
A caressing touch was brought to his cheeks as she pulled his face up to stare into his emerald eyes. She never got tired of looking into the windows of his soul - she thought as if they held information about himself that was only revealed if someone was to gaze intently into them.
“And ev’ry day I spend with you, makes me wan’ t’ never live another day without yeh, you’re my world.” A grin started to grow on his features but she carried on before he had the chance to reply, fearing that if she didn’t tell him what she had wanted to for so long, she might never get the opportunity, nor courage, to again. “You, Harry Edward Styles, are the reason tha’ ev’ry morning when I lie in bed next t’ you, I wan’ t’ scream at how much I adore watching you yawn and stretch when yeh make that little noise to shake the tiredness off. You are the reason tha’ ev’ry night when we take a shower together, I wan’ t’ kiss yeh until our lungs give out because I don’t ever wan’ t’ stop. You are the reason tha’ ev’ry time when I see yeh performing, I wan’ t’ jus’ run up on stage with you and show ev’rybody there that you’re mine and how proud I am of you. Words will never be able to describe how much I’m smitten with you, Harry, you’re the most amazing guy ‘ve ever met and I’ll be damned ‘f I see another chick on your arm.” She had to pause momentarily as she felt a familiar touch wiping away a stray tear that had trickled down her cheek in the heat of her emotions before nervously laughing and continuing to finish her mini-speech. “I love you. I love you so fuckin’ much, I don’t think you’ll understand.”
The only response that was mustered from the tanned man was a shake of the head in disbelief at the meaningful moment that she had just shared with him, he felt a slight twinge in his stomach he couldn’t identify before placing his elbows either side of her head, careful not to rest on her sprawled out hair, and, once more, pressing his raspberry lips against hers in a passionate seal of affection.
He shifted his weight onto his forearms in order to place himself in between her bent legs without breaking their kiss and let out a quiet groan of satisfaction against her mouth. Her hands reached up to tangle in his cut curls, tugging on them lightly just as a teaser. He ended up cupping her behind as he pulled away from her soft lips to flip their bodies over to allow for him to be the one on his back and situated his woman on top of his hips, squeezing hers temporarily as an indication to keep kissing him.
And when has she ever refused him?
A small smile appeared on her face before dropping her top half down onto his chest and reconnecting their pairs of lips. Hands pressed to his firm chest as legs straddled his frame before trailing her fingers gently down to the hem of his shirt.
“Take it off, baby.” A breathless plea was heard from the man underneath her which gave her the boost of confidence she felt she needed which encouraged her to remove the first item of clothing from his toned body and she couldn’t help but run her hands up and down his beautiful torso. “Now le’ me see you.”
She raised her own top over her head herself and threw it somewhere unknown, just as she did his t-shirt, and revelled in his reaction to her reveal, noting the way he trailed his eyes up her exposed chest and bit his lip. “Look a’ you. My gorgeous girl.”
She felt the rose colour blush onto her cheeks, she thought she would’ve been better off as a traffic light, before she looked down to try and hide the obvious effect he had on her but was stopped by his forefinger lifting up her chin and guiding the other hand to the clasp of her lace bra, unclipping it expertly with a single movement, and looking at her intense eyes. “I never wan’ you t’ feel like you have to hide around me.” The straps fell down her shoulders as soon as she relaxed her arms to remove the piece of lingerie, giving her significant other a firsthand view of her bare chest, whilst he fondled her breasts generously and massaged them. “You’re beautiful and you’re mine, I wan’ yeh t’ believe it.”
Her head tilted backwards at the sensation of him having her cupped in his hands and lovingly playing with her as she felt a tweak on her left nipple and a wet tongue flick on her right. A short intake of air gasped from her throat in surprise at the sudden attention but she wasn’t complaining.
To show her gratitude, she found that her hips started to grind down on him - both their clothed crotches rubbing against one another, making them both let out a soft sound of appreciation.
“Wanna taste you…” She chirped after she had plucked up the courage to tell him while his mouth was still on her, alternating between each nipple.
“’M not stopping yeh, baby.” He spoke in reply as he detached himself from her boobs, giving them playful, but gentle, little smacks, and watched them jiggle slightly to his amusement.
By him taking it upon himself to lay back down, she took it as a sign to hop off him momentarily and hook her thumbs inside the matching lace material of her panties (she hadn’t bothered to put on bottoms - she liked wearing his shirts) before swaying her hips side-to-side. She liked to give him his own private show every once in awhile to watch him grow harder within the constraints of his jeans as he watched her.
Some could say she had a slight kink for exhibiting herself for him and she felt proud that he liked what he saw every time, enough to show off that cheeky smirk of his that she loved so much and bite his lip.
She successfully managed to drop the skimpy thong to the floor and stepped out of it, rendering her completely naked, whilst she crawled back onto the bed and in between his spread legs.
Her hand flew straight the the button of his skin-tight, charcoal jeans and pulling down the zip slowly, flicking her eyes up to see his face that construed his impatience. A light titter came from her lips as she begun to pull the waistband of the item of clothing down his legs and off his body teasingly, planting pecks down his thighs and legs in the process but intentionally avoiding where he needed her most. “God, sweetheart, please.” He started to beg, he couldn’t wait anymore. He felt painfully hard already and she wasn’t doing anything to relieve it - just make it worse.
“Oh, ‘m sorry, honey, I didn’t realise you wanted me so bad.” She feigned innocence with a pout of her bottom lip before she grinned mischievously and palmed him through his boxers.
The sudden attention to his most sensitive area made him rut his hips forward onto her hand with a half-arsed apology mumbled from him before a low groan erupted, interrupted by her reaching up and connecting her lips to his in a kiss as she continued to work him through the thin material.
As she felt a wet patch forming due to the pre-cum leaking from his tip, she concluded that there had been enough teasing so she pulled herself away from his luscious lips as his boxers followed suit with his jeans and were tossed aimlessly somewhere in the room.
Standing to attention, the red, aching head of his dick looked too enticing for her to ignore as she started to give him kisses and kitten licks. A small growl of approval from him gave her the confirmation she needed to then flatten her tongue against the underside of him and lick a stripe along him until she reached the tip, swirling her tongue around it like a lollipop.
A shiver was sent through his body as he looked down at his lover and gripped her hair in his fist. He watched her lips wrap around his, he must admit, larger-than-average size and take as much as she could fit in her mouth before she began to suck.
A strangled cry came from him as she unexpectedly opened up her throat and attempted to take all of him. As soon as her nose touched his trimmed hairs, he let out a yelp of pleasure since he felt himself at the back of her throat before she gagged, making the muscles clench around him which made it feel even more pleasurable.
“Shit, you take my cock so good.” That sentence alone was enough to make her feel on top of the world as she pulled off to catch her breath for a second, a string of spit still connecting her to him as he reached down to swipe it up with his fingers and proceeded to press them to her mouth, making her open up and taste him.
“You taste amazing.” She praised him back, knowing that it’ll give him the confidence boost he needed to really fuck her into the mattress soon.
After her regular breathing was regained, she, once again, dived back onto his pulsing manhood and begun to hollow out her cheeks around him whilst working her tongue around his girth but making sure no teeth were present as she bobbed.
Constant affirmations of pleasure tumbling from his bitten lips only made her move faster before she raised one hand to what she couldn’t fit in and expertly moved it in sync with her mouth.
“Fuck, if yeh keep goin’ like tha’, baby, ‘m gonna cum.” The warning was enough to convince her to pull off of him with a ‘pop’ and sit back onto her knees, looking down at him with a virtuous look on her face but with spit dripping down her chin. “You look sinful, yeh fuckin’ tease.”
She had to bite her lip to hide a subtle smirk and she kissed up his torso before sitting back on his hips, making sure to be just in front of his length so he could rest on her arse as she bent down to give him a passionate, open-mouthed kiss.
His large hands roamed her back as he reciprocated the kiss by pushing his tongue in, meeting hers. An enticing hum was let out as she circled her hips gently, rubbing up against his already throbbing cock. He pulled away only to duck down and start to press his mouth against her neck, beginning to suck bruises into her skin to mark her as his to everyone that looked.
Her tease only further continued as she heard him groan in desperation when she rubbed against a particularly sensitive spot before he decided he couldn’t take it anymore and threw her down onto the bouncy bed as he held himself up with his hands, adjusting to be perfectly slotted in between her legs that locked together around his torso as she ran her fingers through his hair that fell down.
“Harry?…” She spoke up in a soft voice and he could feel her breath on his face by how close they were.
“Mhm?” He reached down to position himself against her clit and began to jut his hips forward and back eliciting a high-pitched squeal.
“F-Fuck me.” She had the wind knocked out of her as soon as he entered her before she could finish her request.
Both parties let out loud moans as they both felt each other in the most intimate way possible. He let her adjust to his size impatiently since it took all of him to not move inside of her. The warm, wet walls of her womanhood drove him crazy and he swore he nearly came undone already when she clenched around him.
“You ready, honey?” He asked shakily, he just wanted to feel every inch of her.
A timid nod came from her a few seconds later signalling her consent and he wasted no time in dragging himself out until just the tip was engulfed before plunging back into her tight hole, encouraging another in-sync moan.
Gradually, he picked up a regular rhythm and fastened his speed as soon as she muttered the words, “faster” and “harder”. The sound of skin slapping on skin filled the air mixed in with their combined moans and groans.
“Yeh feel so good, so deep.” She plucked up the confidence to try her hand at some dirty talk he had never heard from her before but he had to admit, he felt himself twitch at her words.
“God, you’re killin’ me.” He shivered as he picked up his pace.
“Yeah?…” She smirked as she leant up to press her wet lips against his, moaning against them. “Fuck, Harry, don’t stop.”
Every word she said stroked his ego even more and it turned him on to no extent to get praise that he was doing everything she wanted. With a few more hard thrusts, he felt the familiar twist in his stomach.
“You gonna cum for me? You gonna cum for Daddy?” The nickname just slipped from his parted lips as he breathed heavily but it didn’t go unnoticed by her, making her let out an exaggerated moan to let him know.
“Mm, Daddy’s so good t’ me.” She paused to peck his lips once more before arching her back as he brushed against that special spot. “‘M gonna cum. Want yeh t’ cum inside me.” She whispered.
Never had she been so relieved she had decided to take up the pill since she never wanted to stop feeling this level of ecstasy.
Hearing those words whispered so filthily from her cherry red mouth tipped him over the edge as he released hard, surrounded by her squeezing walls, which in turn, caused her to become sensitive and orgasm with him still deep inside of her as they both yelled each other’s names in pleasure.
The only noises that could be heard was their heavy breathing and the parting of lips as they gave each other loving pecks, trying to come down from their highs as he carefully pulled out.
“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened t’ me, you know?” She rolled onto her side to face the man that collapsed by her side and cuddled up to him, tracing the watch she had given him as a second Valentine’s Day present. In fact, she had the watch that matched. It came as a couple’s collection, what could she say?
“I know, baby girl. ‘N’ I love you very much.” He replied tiredly as he followed her movements on the timepiece.
“I love you too.”
Though, how was she to know that he told her empty promises and gave her false assumptions?
The watch she had given him? He had unexpectedly dropped the bomb on her that he had supposedly ‘lost’ it one day nonchalantly, as if he didn’t really care, after coming back from one of his never ending nights out.
She still had hers.
She never took it off since she bought them both unless she showered and went to bed.
She always put it back on in the mornings even if she didn’t have plans. She just loved having the strap to remind her of their love when he wasn’t around.
However, whenever they fought, it always seemed to her that he forgot to speak with an underlying tone of adoration like she did since she could never really stay angry at him. Always pinpointing the cons of the situation they were arguing about and making her feel guilty that she even brought it up.
But ever since she packed up and walked away from his hold on her, she figured that the only thing she was genuinely guilty of, was loving him too much. Giving him too much.
She gave him everything she had to offer and during the first few years, she thought it was enough for him to believe she was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
It was only when she started to feel her grip on him slipping away from her that she knew she was his second choice. Something that she never wanted to be.
If somebody asks how we died, Please look them straight in the eye. Call it, “suicide”. Don’t fabricate, just tell 'em, babe. It was suicide. Don’t sugarcoat it, just let them know.
The two men stood conversing with each other as they discussed the art that was on display for the event they were invited to. They had been colleagues before; however, they had lost contact after one of them took up a new job opportunity, meeting again after a good year or so and decided to catch up.
The art gallery consisted of the most recent masterpieces from unknown artists around the globe. It was an event organised to give exposure to struggling individuals chasing their dreams and it was people like Harry and his status who were invited to review the artworks and buy them if they were impressed. All the money earnt from these purchases go back to the original artists, which in turn, correlated to more of said artists’ pieces being on display in the future.
The prices they were going for weren’t exactly the cheapest either.
“‘Ey, didn’t your girl wan’ t’ be an artist?” Obviously, the break-up hadn’t reached the likes of Harry’s newfound pal yet and it instantly wiped the smile off of his face.
“Yeah.” A remorseful chuckle was puffed out, “Yeah, she did…”
“Actually, where is she? Yeh should’ve brought her along, yeh idiot, she would’ve loved this! Las’ time I saw yeh both, you couldn’t leave each other alone.” The uninformed man stood next to him gave him a playful nudge and a wink of the eye without noticing the sudden deflation of his friend.
“She, uh… She’s not my girl anymore.” He finally confessed after swirling his drink in his cup as he was pondering whether or not to actually tell the man beside him.
“Oh, shit, H, I didn’t mean t’-…” He began to apologise for being so insensitive but was interrupted by a shake of a curly head.
“‘S all good, don’t worry ‘bout it.” His eyes cast downwards, losing the twinkle in his eyes as he tried to smile genuinely.
“If yeh don’t mind me asking, mate, wha’ happened? You seemed so happy.” A hand was placed on his shoulder roughly as a form of comfort as he sighed heavily.
“It just… Didn’t work out.” A dismissive sip of his beverage came afterwards as the guilt of brushing his four-year relationship off like it was nothing came creeping up on his conscience.
“D’yeh really expect me t’ believe that, Harry?” The questioning tone of the man that clearly didn’t believe his reason for the end of his relationship only made Harry feel even worse about his disregard and internally convinced him to elaborate.
“It was my fault.” He rubbed his hand over his face, he didn’t realise actually talking about it would affect him this much - especially in public. “I, um… God. I cheated on her.”
The recoil of the friendly hand on his shoulder signified the disappointment his friend felt towards him but kept his mouth shut, willing him to continue to explain.
“She was everything I thought I wanted, that I needed. I had no doubt that she was the woman I could spend the rest of my life with.” Harry painfully started to release his pent up feelings ever since she walked away from him the week before. “I still think she is, you know?…”
He trailed his sentence off like he was ashamed to admit his feelings. He felt as if he didn’t even deserve to mention her name, let alone keep thinking about their future together. He pulled himself together, though, he owed her character enough to explain the situation fully and not give people even the faintest idea that it was her that caused the death of their relationship.
“I ruined four years of the happiest times of my life, Nick, for nothing… It was ‘bout five or so months. It lasted for five months. It jus’ happened, I never wanted to jeopardise wha’ her and I had bu’ it was when she was away for one of her work trips.” He felt the water building up behind his eyes, ready to start falling at anytime but he had to get it out. He didn’t care if he was in public or not, it had been eating him alive not being able to talk about it with anyone. “I went t’ the bar her and I always went when we were free. We used t’ talk for hours about jus’ anything. Each other. Our days. Our families. Our future… How much we loved each other…”
He had to quieten his voice at the end otherwise he knew he would’ve burst out into ugly tears. Not like he hadn’t been doing exactly that ever since the front door closed of their shared home. Well. His home. He didn’t even think it was a ‘home’ anymore. She was the one who made it feel like a home to him and when she left, it was just a building in which he slept in every night. With all of her belongings gone after she had come to pick up the rest, catching him in his time of vulnerability when he opened the door where he hoped she would’ve been back in his arms within the hour, it was just a house. There was no warmth left within its walls; only faded memories he tried so hard to block out as he spent his nights with a skimpily-clad woman he didn’t even know the middle name of.
“I met her at that same bar and we jus’ got t’ talking. I told her how lonely I felt with the love of my life away for weeks over a few drinks I bought us. By the time she was running her hand up ‘n’ down my leg, I wasn’t in my senses and jus’ allowed her to. The first time she kissed me the same night, I couldn’t stop her even if I tried - I was so far gone. And I… I enjoyed it. It’d been so long since I actually held someone close, video calls and textin’ can only do so much, y’know? ‘Fore I knew it, I woke up the next morning in someone else’s bed and her naked body beside mine in the exact same state. All of it jus’ spiralled out of my control from there, she never stopped callin’ me for another hook up and I couldn’t bring myself to say ‘no’… I should’ve, I know I should’ve, I had a perfect life with the perfect girl but I guess, for a moment, I wanted something else. Somethin’ new.” He didn’t even attempt to hide his shame as he looked up towards the ceiling to keep the rivers that flowed in his eyes at bay.
“She didn’t even try t’ leave as soon as she found out. She told me she knew at the third month about wha’ I was doin’ and said she stayed t’ try and change my mind.” He brought a closed fist up to his mouth, refusing to break down in such a public place, and already receiving a few judgemental stares from passersby as he struggled to contain his emotions. “God, she tried t’ change my mind…” He weakly let out a breath. “She did ev’rything for me. Her attitude towards me never changed at all, she still loved me with ev’rything she had. The best girl I could’ve ever asked for was all mine and I didn’t even give her a second glance most nights when I climbed into bed with her after I came on another girl’s tits.” His sudden outburst of anger directed at himself brought unwanted attention from the few that surrounded him, earning some disapproving stares and shushes.
“Why don’t yeh call her, H? You’re in bits.” A piece of advice was given to him from Nick who stood silently throughout his whole rant. The reply to it, however, was a mocking laugh as Harry threw his head back.
“Would you forgive me if you were her?” He stared blankly at the artwork in front of him, they must’ve been stood there for 10 minutes at the least.
Once again, silence was the dumbfounded man’s only response to his rhetorical question, and that was all Harry needed to nod to himself as if he finally understood. That he finally let it sink in that his relationship was indefinitely over and there was nothing he could’ve done to make it better.
There was only so many tears he could hold in at that moment before he couldn’t physically keep his wall up and all the emotions came rushing through the floodgates of his distress and trauma.
He had managed to keep himself together for all of the times he had to inform acquaintances of his new relationship status by simply brushing it off and saying exactly what he had told Nick at the beginning. But it had become too much for the secretly heartbroken man finally, and there he was. Sobbing disgustingly into his hand as he tried to cover his cries up to leave at least some of his dignity remaining intact.
He had come to the conclusion that it was never what she had done. It was never what she had said. And it was never what he thought he felt; like he just fell out of love with her. But it was everything to do with the way she still loved him unconditionally after acknowledging his unfaithfulness to her and it made his heart hurt.
By realising this too late, he had to live with himself knowing that he pushed her too far off the edge and that he actually did love her after all.
He still loved her.
But instead of falling asleep to the sight of her radiant face - peaceful as she cuddled into his body, he had to tell everyone that he, himself, killed the best relationship he had ever been in.
• pairing: kim seokjin x reader • genre/warnings: smut, dom! Jin, dare I say fluff…? followed by an ‘oh shit’ moment • words: 12,051 → summary: you’ve been lusting after your
brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party,
flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was
months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can’t ignore the sexual
tension that’s simmers between the two of you…and it keeps getting worse…
The kitchen looked alien and strange to Harry. Perhaps because it looked like it had never been used or perhaps because Harry had never seen it in daylight before.
He glanced nervously back at the bedroom door, which he had moments before eased closed behind him trying not to make to much noise and wake the blond still curled up in the bed. Harry opened one cabinet after another dismayed to find most of them empty. One held dishware and another had half a shelf of cereals and sweetened fruity quick oats that only required hot water, the rest held nothing.
Everything he needed to make coffee was all left out on the counter, even a single green mug with the Slytherin crest on the side. Harry hesitantly dumped a scoop of coffee grounds in and started the machine, it was strange looking like it was going to explode any second, as many wizard devices did. It hissed at him in what he hoped was a making coffee sort of way and not seconds away from a kitchen full of shrapnel and coffee grounds sort of way.
Harry’s fingers tapped a nervous staccato on the fancy white marble counter. He had never spent the night before, neither had Draco. They hadn’t really talked about it. There was a lot they didn’t talk about. If it weren’t for the fact they both worked at the Ministry and ran into one another quite often this ‘relationship’ of theirs would have never made it past the first drunken one night stand.
He pulled opened the chill box, a blast of cooling charms washing over him as he examined the contents. There were at least six different takeout containers stacked to one side and Harry was certain some of them had to be going wiffy by now, even with cooling and preservation charms. There was also a load of fresh produce, carefully wrapped meats and a small basket of eggs.
On top of a bell pepper there was a note written in a curving elegant script. Harry unstuck it, a smile growing as he read it. The note was from Narcissa, along with all the fresh food apparently. She chided Draco for eating too much takeout and reminding him about their sunday brunch plans. He set the note on the counter and grabbed eggs, the bell pepper, onions, and mushrooms to make an omelet. Or omelets he corrected himself, feeling a tremor of anxiety as he remembered where he was.
He found a knife that likely had never been used and charmed it to start chopping everything. He washed the frying pan just in case it too had never been used. The butter in the pan warmed and melted as the cook top heated at the tap of Harry’s wand. He smiled a little ruefully, it figured Draco would have the best in wizarding tech, even in a kitchen he probably never used.
Harry didn’t really think as he cooked. His mind wandered to Ron and Hermione’s recent marriage, as it often did these days. They were so happy in their new home, with their new life. Meanwhile, to most of the world, Harry appeared to have been single for almost a year now after many years of rocky broken relationships. His friends knew he was seeing someone, they also knew it was an uncertain casual relationship, though neither Harry or his friends had said as much or so directly.
Harry folded one omelet, sliding it onto a plate and putting a stasis charm over it before starting the next. He just… wanted more. His relationship with Draco was good, wonderful even, but it was missing so many things, like proper dates, morning afters, talks about the future. He didn’t need promises of forever or even marriage just- his eyes drifted to Narcissa’s note- just a promise for next week or even tomorrow.
Behind him, the door clicked open but there were no following footsteps. Harry looked over his shoulder. Draco was standing in the doorway his hair mussed, wearing a pair of sleep pants and loose shirt made of modal as soft as silk. He was frozen in place, his eyes wide with shock. Harry felt his stomach sink and turned back to the stove, plating the second omelet mechanically.
He felt numb. The question hovered on the tip of his tongue but he couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud; Do you want me to leave?
The floor creaked faintly.
Harry turned off the stove.
Harry throat felt so dry it hurt but he managed a faint, “Yeah?”
Arms slid around his waist, pulling him back slightly as Draco pressed a soft kiss against the juncture of Harry’s neck and shoulder.
“You stayed,” Draco said softly, his voice sounding a little rough around the edges.
Harry shivered faintly, sliding his hands over Draco’s.
Draco pressed his chest to Harry’s back and Harry could feel his heart racing.
“That’s alright?” Harry asked leaning into Draco.
“I never thought… you would want to,” Draco said carefully.
Harry felt some of the tension leave him and a tentative hope take its place, “And if I wanted morning afters? And dates…” his voice dropped, “a future, together?”
Harry turned, first his head and then his whole body, taking Draco’s face in his hands. He wiped the first hint of a tear from the corner of Draco’s eye.
“Everything,” Draco said hoarsely, “you can have everything.”
Harry smiled and leaned forward, stealing a soft chaste kiss, “Just you. I just want you.”
A/N: This is my first story in like 8392 years and I’m so put of practice so please bare with me because it’s not great. Also shoutout to Emily. You’re the real mvp. Feedback would be great.
Word count: 4,185
We were sitting in the jeep on the highway from Toronto back to Pickering and though we weren’t even half way yet, the drive seemed longer than usual. Painfully longer.
Though it was a rather warm summer day, I felt the chills run down my bare arms the soon as we got into the car. The pesky silence between us was smothering, suffocating really and made my entire body linger in the most uncomfortable way possible.
*if you’d like to listen to some tunes during this, i would just recommend the wreck of our hearts by sleeping wolf.. over and over again!!*
There was a
pounding ache in your head. It felt like a million pieces of your brain
shattering to the ground, falling apart into almost nothing. Your throat felt
dry and with the little strength within you, you swallowed the dry spit in your
was blurred and your memories felt cluttered – one here and another there. The
lights were bright in the room, too bright. The ceiling was staring straight
down at you. There were all these wires tangled around you, you felt paralyzed.
You remember when I said I can’t write fanficiton for shit? Well here we go! My best attempt! If you like it please let me know! I’m working on Chapter 2! Takes place after season 2, after finding Shiro (because Shiro will come back I will not accept anything else omg).
Lance and the Voltron Team go on a mission that goes horribly wrong. Lance is left behind to be interrogated by the mysterious Galra Prince Lotor. The team must rush to get him back at all costs.
Chapter 1: Well, Great.
Lance awoke to the same face he had been seeing for a while
now. That’s the thing about space, it’s hard to tell the time. But this Prince
Lotor guy was making it even harder since he didn’t let Lance sleep more than
an hour at a time, well he hoped it was an hour.
Team Voltron had been floating across the galaxy and found a
distress beacon from a nearby planet. When they landed Allura asked the people
what was wrong since they seemed pretty peachy for apparently being under
distress. They lead the Voltron team to these large trees, like huge, way
bigger than Earth’s trees. They entered a kind of makeshift elevator and when
they reached the top they saw the problem.
A huge Galra ship hanging in the sky above them. No
movement, nothing firing, just sitting there in the atmosphere above the
planet. Obviously the people had panicked, sounded the distress beacon but the
ship hadn’t done anything for a full week. The ship was making the people
nervous so they left the beacon on hoping someone would come help them.
It was weird. Really weird. So of course they had to check
it out. Team Voltron. Wooh. Anyway so eventually they went back to the castle.
Allura and Coran did every scan they thought of and well they found no signs of
life. Also weird. But they couldn’t destroy the ship, not from the castle. The
shields were still up and they had to be disabled. So someone, namely Pidge had to
get on the ship, disable the shield and get out so the castle could blast it
out of the sky. Simple.
First of all Lance was the only one to think that maybe this
wasn’t a great idea. Everyone else was convinced the scans worked, that no one
was on the ship. Of course they went in still on alert but you know, things
never go well for the paladin in blue. So Pidge was escorted by Lance and Keith
while Hunk and Shiro waited with the castle just in case.
They entered the ship no problem. Not a big deal. Even got
to the control panel without a hitch. But as soon as Pidge so much as touched
the console things went to shit, real quick. When Pidge touched the console it
set off some sort of alarm, out of nowhere Lance heard guards gathering outside
the control room door. He and Keith readied their bayards then the comms went
nuts. Shiro, Hunk and the castle had been surrounded by a Galra fleet. There
was no escape. It had been a trap.
So Lance made a decision and a dangerous one. Without
thinking he grabbed Keith and Pidge by the back of their uniforms and threw
them over the edge of the control board, down a long drop where a vent lead to
the outside of the ship. Pidge made a surprise squeak with Keith yelling
Lance’s name. Lance turned and began to fire on the Galra soldiers. He knew
what he had to do.
“I’m gonna blow the ship. Get as far away as you can,
wormhole out if you have to!” He shouted over the comms.
There was muffled sounds of protest from Shiro and Hunk
before the comms went dead completely. Great now they couldn’t communicate. The guards
were piling through the door like mice escaping a hole. He had to hope that by
now Pidge and Keith had made it far enough away, he couldn’t hold them any
longer. So he turned his back, taking what cover he could from the tons of
fire. He aimed at the crystal in front of him. He needed to break it. So he looked
where he could fire. Where the crystal attached, he’s sure he can hit it. He
aims, a shot from one of the guards hits him in the shoulder. Doesn’t matter.
He breathes and fires. The shot hit sure and true and the crystal began to
crack, sparks coming from it. Lance jumped into the cavern, going down the shaft to the vent.
The crystal explodes.
can’t hear anything, the explosion must have blown an ear drum. His back feels
hot, spinning out of control into open air, jet pack not functioning. Great.
Blue isn’t near enough to get to him. He had no idea how the castle was if
everyone was okay. But the g-forces were causing his head to spin and he began
to lose consciousness. His last thought was, I hope everyone gets out okay. Lance’s vision goes black as he
continues to tumble towards the planet’s surface.
Everyone sees it, they hear it too. Keith and Pidge managed
to get back to the castle in one piece right before the whole ship goes up. The
explosion would have been spectacular if it wasn’t so frightening. Hunk and
Shiro stopped fight just of a moment in sheer horror as the whole ship
explodes. Lance was on that ship.
But the explosion works. The fleet takes damage, the
explosion bigger than usual since they were fighting in the atmosphere rather
than space. It takes out several ships. They have a chance to escape.
But everyone is frozen. Until they see it. A tiny figure
tail spinning out of control in a blue and white suit.
“Lance!” Shiro shouts, trying to get to him before he hits the surface. But enemies were replacing the destroyed ones and he couldn’t get
there in time.
Suddenly the ship that had hung back for the entire battle
did something none of them expected. It sent out a beam of purple light and
shined it on Lance’s out of control form. Lance’s body went limp, still
and then slowly began to drag him toward the Galra ship.
Keith yelled, “They’re taking him!”
“We have to get him!” Pidge insisted. She hated the way he
was limp, was he unconscious or worse?
They rushed to go get their lions. But Allura’s voice
“YOU CANNOT!” She shouted.
Everyone paused even Shiro and Hunk who were still fighting outside the castle but they heard it over the comms. They had never heard Allura scream like that.
“We must wormhole out, we cannot win this fight.” She said
this time barely a whisper.
There was a stunned silence before Keith of all people
“That’s LANCE out there! He just risked his life to give us
a chance! We can’t abandon him!” Keith said, outraged.
Allura took in a breath.
“That is exactly why we need to go. Now. Lance bought us
time. We can’t waste it.” She turned to them, tears in her eyes. Keith’s rage
“We will come back for him. We will find him and bring him
home. However we need to be alive to do that. I’m certain we would not survive
an assault on that ship. We must leave. Now.” Allura said tears streaking down
She wiped them the best she
could and went to the comms telling Hunk and Shiro to come back. They were
going to wormhole out. Reluctantly they came back, looking pale and worried.
The ship made the wormhole, leaving the Galra and Lance behind.
Lance’s head felt heavy. His back felt worse, dry and
stinging. He was being suspended against a wall. Arms, legs and torso bound by
heavy thick clamps on the walls. Everything hurt. He slowly raised his head,
moving it seemed to make it worse but he needed to see where he was. He knew he wasn’t in
the castle but where exactly was he?
He blinked his eyes. Realizing quickly that one was having
trouble seeing, which is a great thing to add to his ever growing list of
problems. The room was dark with metal floors, walls and ceiling. Purple lights
lined the walls in a linear pattern. He recognized that purple anywhere. He was
on a Galra ship. Great.
He spent time looking over his injuries. He took a shot to
the shoulder, he remembered that. But the rest must have been from the
explosion or the free fall. His back was burnt, realizing the sensation. His
left eye couldn’t see very well, vision was dark and tinted red. He could feel
a cut over his eyebrow pulsing and swollen. His jaw felt fat and burned. The clamps were holding him to
the wall a bit too tight and it seemed hard to draw a good breath. What a mess.
Soon the door flew open, showering the room in purple light.
A tall man stepped in, long white hair and purple skin. Yellow almost glowing
eyes looked at Lance with an interest that made his skin crawl. He was wearing
armor, fancy armor. This guy was definitely in charge. Lance smirked,
confidence couldn’t fail him now.
“Who are you? Zarkon’s replacement?” Lance asked, smug
The man took a moment and smiled.
“Yes, something like that.” He confirmed.
Lance was a little stunned, he honestly hadn’t expected him
“What, really?!” Lance asked, shocked.
The man smiled.
“My name is Prince Lotor, I am Zarkon’s son.” He took a step
forward, examining Lance a little closer.
Once satisfied with being a creep he backed off.
”I must inform you
that your fellow paladins have abandoned you.” Lotor said.
Lance breathed a small breath of relief. So they did get
out. Good. That’s good, Lance thought although he couldn’t help the lump
forming in his throat.
“Oh don’t worry, they’ll be back.” Lance said confidently.
Well he hoped anyway. Lotor paused and smile kept on his
“If that’s the case, how about we get started?”
Lance swallowed the lump was getting bigger. Two guards from
the hallway came through the door.
“Bring it big ears.” Lance smirked.
Lotor’s face didn’t change, not even a twitch of anger. Now
that Lance could see him up close, for a Galra he was pretty handsome. Nice
hair. Although he seemed not all Galra. Lance wasn’t sure how he knew that but
something about him read a little more of something else.
Lotor took a step closer, the guards following him closely
as a flood of more people came into the room. Druids, that’s what their called.
Cloaked with masks but the creepy witch lady wasn’t there which was a relief.
But they shuffled in with metal floating boxes and began to take out what Lance
had to guess was torture devices which wasn’t so great.
Lotor began to talk.
“You are the blue paladin of Voltron, riding the blue lion
which also is a leg of Voltron. You were injured due to the explosion on the
false ship over the planet of Neva. You escaped through a vent but the
explosion was rather close to you. You were sent into the atmosphere were the
gravity forced you unconscious. Our ship rescued you before you hit the planet.
Once on board we treated some of your wounds so you did not die. But we left the
majority that were not life threatening. Once you were brought aboard our ship
the rest of the paladins used the explosion to escape us via wormhole.” Lotor
“This is the information we know. You see Zarkon was not one
to share information with others. He unfortunately did not leave me any
information about Voltron or its paladins. So I must gather the information
myself.” He paused as a druid handed him something small and metallic.
The lump in Lance’s throat was growing bigger. He wanted to
go home. He was scared. Terrified. But somewhere in the back of his mind which
was flooded with terror rose something else. He remembered he protected the
team. They were fine and were going to live for another day. Something in Lance
clicked in place like a gear in his body was replaced with something stronger.
It didn’t matter. What happened to him didn’t matter. He must do everything he
can to keep everyone safe. His emotions became steel and the breath that had been
coming too quickly slowed. The fear was still there but that was natural the
rest was made of unmoving steel.
Lance looked at Lotor his eyes narrowing and smirk plastered
all over his face. He was not afraid.
“Why don’t you just get started then? Quit the chatter.”
Lotor paused and blinked momentarily surprised. But then his
smile grew across his face.
“Oh. I will have fun breaking you.”
So quick. Lance didn’t even register as Lotor took the small
metal object and shoved it through Lance’s hand. Lance screamed.
Prompt: “Why are you looking at me like that” and Poe and OC friends to lovers.
A/N: Give me more Poe. This was so fun to write…best friends to lovers is my fav trope of all time besides love/hate I think!
“You really don’t have to sit here, Poe,” I said, casting the pilot a look from over my shoulder. “You gotta be exhausted.”
He was sitting on an overturned crate, chin propped in one hand as he watched me work. A crooked grin tugged at one side of his mouth. “What? And leave my baby all alone with you?”
I rolled my eyes at his teasing, but as I turned back to his ship, a small smile was on my own lips. “Honestly your “baby” might be better off in my hands than yours. Considering all the pain you’ve caused it.” I shined my light into the fuselage, double checking my work.
Lance isn’t missing, he’s right there. It was an accident, how he’d
ended up ‘missing’, but Blue said that there should be some cure for
this. He wished he was human again, so he could comfort his team with
the knowledge that he wasn’t dead. But no, he’s a cat, and the only way
to make sure they smile is to knock all the pens to the ground, chase
some string, and occasionally wake up his crush and idol up from a
nightmare and almost get smacked across the room by accident. Well,
okay, that last one had to be mended since he was apparently a good
stress reliever if you ran your hands down his back… too bad it
wouldn’t happen if he was a human. So, for now, he’ll deal with being a
brown and darker brown swirled tabby kitten for just a little bit
A Cat Au, where Lance becomes a cat and hell ensues.
Summary: It’s another sleepless night. As you lay in bed next your beautiful husband, you both fight the tiredness, and he reveals something special, even if it starts off as a joke at first.
Word Count: 695
A/N: sorry for another short one!! next week i hope will be better
Prompt: “What’s the matter, sweetie?”: #18 on the drabble requests for Chris and reader bc I DIE for consoling daddy evans lol - anon
He waited. Staring at the ceiling, hands folded over his chest, he waited. The clock on the nightstand on his side of the bed read three thirty-seven a.m. His eyes felt dry, exhausted, and all he wanted was to close them, to fall asleep, and not just fall asleep but stay asleep. For a moment, his eyes fell to the woman on his left, curled into his side, though, he could tell by her breathing that she was waiting, too.
Sighing quietly, Chris curled his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to him, lips meeting your forehead. A little groan slipped out, and you squeezed your eyes shut as you nuzzled into your husband’s side, throwing an arm around his middle. He chuckled beneath his breath, the sound of it dripping with exhaustion.
“Good news is that we have each other,” He murmured, grinning down at you in the dark. He pressed a kiss into your hair.
Chris felt you shake a bit, laughing quietly, and then hug him closer. “Right. Why should at least one of us sleep when we can both suffer?”
For the anon who wanted patronus fluff, hope you enjoy!
“You’re late, (Y/N).” Mcgonagall commented, taking in my flushed cheeks and windblown hair as I arrived at the classroom door.
I blushed, shifting the strap of the bag on my shoulder. “Sorry Professor.”
She looked at me for a moment as if trying to work out why I looked so disgruntled before brushing away my apology, deciding it wasn’t worth her time. “It’s alright. Take a seat.”
I did as she said and made my way to the back of the classroom where the Marauders, Lily and Marlene sat. Lily frowned as she saw the blush on my cheeks; it wasn’t often I got embarrassed. “You alright?” she asked as I took a seat at the desk behind her, besides Sirius.
“Yeah. Just got stopped by Greenwood. He said my essay on the lunar cycle of Jupiter was ‘unsatisfactory’.”
They all groaned; everyone hated the new astronomy teacher, but for some reason he always appeared to have it out for me in particular.
“He’s just a greasy-haired git, (Y/N). I bet he’ll be gone soon- even old McGonny can’t stand him.” James stated. “Besides, I bet your essay was better than all of ours.”
I rolled my eyes, but his comment had made me smile. “You know that’s not true James.”
You are curious and Min Yoongi is your very best friend. What could go wrong…or right with an unorthodox blowjob?
To the anon who requested this: I hope this was what you were looking for…I didn’t know how rated you wanted it to be, or how detailed….so I just went with something super dirty. If it wasn’t what you wanted, just tell me and I can re-do it for you ~ Please enjoy everyone!
A/N: Hiii, this is like my first ever Stuart fic. I’ve technically done one with the Hoes a while back but this is my first individual one. The title of this was based off a poem by Michael Faudet that is the bases for this fic. I want to thank @writing-obrien as usual for being my biggest motivator and helper, but I’m also going to thank her for any future help she will undoubtly lend me. This is really different than I’ve written before, but it was the best way I could think to give a good perspective from all sides instead of one. I also wanted to try this style of writing out, because I do plan on writing a Styida fic at some point. I hope you guys like this and thank you all for being wonderfully beautiful people.
Warning: Public Fingering and Alcohol Abuse (Because again, they’re drunk.)
A/N - Another Angsty one, unfortunately not so happy endings here. But I do enjoy Angst requests considering I find it my weakest spot. Thanks for the request @the-craziestone - I hope you enjoy it! Any requests or ideas you may have please feel free to comment or PM me.
Bucky x Reader - You know where he’s been. You know the smell of that perfume, the kiss marks he’s forgotten to hide on his neck. You have pretended for too long now. You’ve had enough.
Imagine request from @vitalanidragonbane for: Jon X Reader where he is jealous(possessive) when he sees Theon heavily flirting with you even though you keep trying to tell him you’re already Jon’s. So when Jon’s wolf-like traits surface, he pulls you away to your shared bedchambers where he shows you that you’re his and he’s hers and nobody else can have her and he might just have to kill the next guy that flirts with her. SMUT PLEASE!!
Jon Snow X Reader
A/N: Smutty smut smut smut. Had so much fun writing this :) With love, Kat
Jon Snow. A bastard of the North. He was incredibly beautiful. He had dark, brooding eyes and thick curly hair to match. His full lips felt like heaven on yours and his strong, but gentle hands perfectly complimented his muscular frame. He was all yours and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Jon had made you his months ago, claiming that you were his all along.
While you were walking through the halls of the castle, you heard the clacking of nails on the stone floor behind you and turned around to be met with Ghost’s large frame. “Hey boy, you following me again?” you chuckled as you scratched behind his ear. The large wolf leaned into your touch and nuzzled his face into your neck. Ever since Jon made you his, if he wasn’t by your side, Ghost was. Even though some would find it overbearing, you found it comforting. No matter what, you were safe, and Ghost listened to whatever you said unless it was to leave you alone. He had strict orders from Jon to never leave your side if Jon wasn’t around. “Come on, Ghost. Let’s go wash you up, your fur is a bit dirty” you said, leading the wolf up to yours and Jon’s shared bedchambers.
You undressed so that you were just in your underdress so you could wash Ghost without getting your dress wet or dirty. As the large wolf stepped into the tub, you grabbed the soap so you could scrub his fur and removed the dirt. He had turned from pure white to ash grey over the past month. After he was thoroughly cleaned, you reached to drain the tub and Ghost dipped his nose into the water, flicking it up quickly, successfully splashing water all over you. “Ghost!” you gasped in disbelief and laughed, your underdress now soaked through and see through to the point of being able to see your breasts. He nudged your chin with his nose and you turned to the doorway, to see Jon leaning against it with a grin on his face. “Your wolf is almost as insatiable as you are, Snow” you grinned, getting up from where you were sitting and allowing ghost to get out of the tub. You then moved to help Ghost dry off when you felt two muscular arms wrap around your waist and those perfect lips press against your neck. “Ghost can dry himself, love” Jon whispered in your ear, “for now I have a bit of disappointing news for you.” You frowned, “What’s going on, Jon?” “I have to leave” he kissed your cheek, “for a little while” another kiss, “with Robb and my father” another kiss, “to handle some business in White Harbor” he said, planting a final kiss on your forehead. “Jon, I don’t want you to leave” you practically whined, you hadn’t gone without Jon for more than a week and now he was leaving you for a few months.
But, just as quickly as you got upset, Jon turned you on almost as quickly. “Love, you’re all wet. I think you need to get changed” he said, smirking and letting his voice drop into a low, seductive tone. He let his hands roam over the wet fabric, allowing his thumbs to tease your nipples through the thin underdress, eliciting a moan from you and causing you to arch your back. Jon let out a low growl and pinned you against the wall, you would be lying if you said his wolf-like traits didn’t get you soaking wet with desire. You loved it when he turned primal and being without him for so long was weighing heavily on your mind. You and Jon made love every night, sometimes several times throughout the day, and being without him for just a week nearly drove you mad. You weren’t sure your own hands could satisfy you for the months that he was going to be gone. “Jon don’t tease me and leave me” you pouted, knowing he was going to have to go soon. “Trust me, Y/N. I don’t know how I’m going to go that long with out being able to touch you” he said, wrapping his arms around you and holding you to his chest, “or kiss you. By the gods the absence of your lips on mine is going to drive me mad and not waking up next to you is going to make every morning feel like Seven Hells.”
The next day, Jon left and you were stuck in Winterfell by your lonesome. Well, you weren’t totally alone but it felt like you were with Jon not around, thankfully you had Ghost by your side the whole time he was gone. You had gotten much closer to Theon, Sansa, and Arya in the time that the boys were off in White Harbor. However, Theon seemed to be getting too close to you, letting his touches linger for far too long. “Y/N, I was thinking we could go for a ride today, get away from the castle for a bit” Theon said, letting his hand linger on the small of your back. “Theon, I suggest you remove your hand from me before Ghost removes it for you” you gestured to the wolf who’s hair was standing on end, with his teeth bared and an angry growl coming from his throat. “I hardly think I should be afraid of a measly wolf” Theon started and then trapped you between his body and the wall, “he’s only here to watch over you until Jon returns. For now, I want you.” “Quit it, Greyjoy” you replied, clearly annoyed. “Y/N, I’ve wanted you for a long time. I can show you how good you should feel. I can make you feel better than Snow ever could” he said, running one hand up your side and letting the other keep you trapped against the wall.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Theon?” you hear a voice rasp out, and you see Jon standing a few feet away, his eyes wide with rage. Theon backed away from you in fear. “Jon!” you yelled, running to him and wrapping your arms around his neck. You planted kisses to his face and neck while he stayed staring at Theon. Suddenly, he grabbed you forcefully by your chin and made you look up at him, the sensation bordering on pain. “You. Are mine” he said, talking more so Theon would hear than telling you. “I know” you smiled up at him. You could practically see the jealousy coursing through his veins and smell the anger radiating off of him. “With me. Now.” Jon said as he dragged you off by your arm to your bedchambers.
The second the door was closed, Jon had you shoved up against it. “Mine” he growled out as he pushed you harder into the door and marked your neck with bruises. “Yes, Jon. All yours” you moaned out, letting yourself melt into his rough touches. “What did he say to you?” he asked, walking you backwards towards the bed. “H-he told me that.. He told me he could m-make me feel better than y-you c-could” you stuttered out, hesitant. You knew it would make Jon angry, but you had no idea just how angry. “What? What the hell did he say?!” he was circling you now, like a predator circling prey. You were scared and massively turned on at the same time. “He told me he could make me feel better than you could. But we both know that’s not true, baby” you said, almost pleading. He finally stopped circling and pushed his chest against yours, the backs of your knees hitting the bed. “On the bed” he said, pointing to the lush furs that covered your shared bed.
Once you were laid down on the bed, he moved to untie your dress, his mouth following his fingers as he went. Once your dress was off, he hovered over you, taking in all of your features. He put his lips to your ear, “I’m going to make you feel so good you’ll never even look at another man” he said as he let his fingers slide down your stomach and across your slick folds. “Oh gods, you’re already so wet for me, love” he said, groaning at the feeling of your wetness. “Only for you, Jon.” Those words made him smile up at you as he kissed his way down your stomach and across your inner thigh. His beard tickling your skin as he went. He let his tongue sweep lazily across your folds and pushed two fingers into you, curling them upwards to hit your sweet spot. He kept curling his fingers and gently pumping them in and out, causing you to arch your back and thread your hands into his hair, pulling his face closer to you as he licked and sucked at your clit. “I want you to finish on my tongue, love” Jon said as he continued to fuck you with his fingers. When he knew you were close because he felt your walls clenching around his fingers, he replaced them with his tongue, letting it explore you as he rubbed tight circles on your clit with his thumb. It didn’t take long before waves of pleasure were crashing over you, causing you to moan out his name at your high point.
Jon then removed the rest of his clothes and moved over top of you so he was resting on his forearms and he smiled and chuckled at you. In that moment you were happy you were laying down because of how wobbly in the knees his smile and laugh made you. “I love you, Jon Snow” “I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N” he said as he positioned himself at your entrance and slid into you while he buried his face in your neck and let out an obscene moan. When he was buried to the hilt inside of you, you couldn’t help but beg for him. “I need you, Jon. Please” you said, arching your back and moving your hips in an attempt to get more friction. “I’m going to make you feel so good you’re going to forget your own name, love” and with that, he began thrusting into you, hard and fast. He was pounding into you with such force that you were sure you’d split in two, his fingers digging into your hips. You were sure there would be plenty of bruises and soreness tomorrow, but you knew that’s what Jon wanted. He wanted you marked, he wanted everyone to know you were his.
“I’m close, Jon” you moaned out as he continued to thrust into you. “Me too, love” he said, his thrusts becoming harder and more erratic.
Within moments, you were screaming each others’ names and he was spilling into you while you found your release all over his cock. He toppled down on you, not caring if his weight was too much and after a few moments of catching your breath, he pulled out of you and laid beside you, letting you rest your head on his chest. “You know, Y/N” he said, lazily dancing his fingers across your back and shoulders, “I might just have to kill the next man that flirts with you.” “Jon Snow, you’re insatiable and rabid with jealousy. You know I want nobody but you.” “I can’t help but be jealous. I have the most beautiful woman in all of Westeros, I just don’t want anyone else to touch you.” “Neither does Ghost apparently, I thought he was going to kill Theon a few times” you chuckled. “A few times?” you saw rage flash in Jon’s eyes again. “Relax, wolf. Ghost was protecting me” you smile up at him.
“I’m serious when I say I’ll kill the next man that flirts with you” he said, cuddling close to you. “I know you are, Snow” you said, letting yourself drift into sleep. And before long the both of you were fully asleep, with Jon snoring lightly.
Genre: Fluffiest it’s gotten thus far (which probs doesn’t say much) Words: 2,164 Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: Injuries Summary: Soulmate AU in which one’s heartbeat becomes perfectly in sync with their soulmate’s once they meet.
One week. That was how long you had been held in the hospital before you had finally been able to go home- well, to Bucky’s home.
Thanks to the excessive amount of painkillers that had been pushed into your system, you had slept a lot, which had made the beginning of the week go much quicker than you had expected. It was a blessing, being able to clock out while the nurses had changed your dressings and checked your vitals.
Bucky had been in the same spot you had last seen him in when you had woken up on the fourth day since admission. In fact, he had been in the same spot everyday, even waiting in that chair as the nurses had taken you to an adjacent bathroom and given you a bath. It was weird to have had him stay there- not that you hadn’t liked his presence. You had just been waiting for his fiancée to barge in at any moment and question who the hell you were and why her future husband was tending to your every word and need.
You didn’t even think Bucky knew the answer to the last one.
He had acted like the two of you were different people. He had treated you how it would be expected to treat your soulmate, the love of your life. When you had shivered in your sleep, he had brought the blankets up around you instead of letting them rest by your waist. When you had showed the slightest sign of being in pain, he had immediately called to a nurse about the possibility of more painkillers. When you had gotten bored, Bucky had told you stories, or had propped his phone up for the two of you to watch a rented movie off of the little screen. When Wanda had come in to look at the progress in your injuries, he had held your hand the whole time, letting you squeeze it in moments of poking and prodding. He must have gone to shower and eat whenever you had drifted off, because it seemed as if he had been there every moment until you had been released.
After Wanda had helped you get dressed out of your hospital gown, Natasha having been kind enough to drop off some of your clothes, Bucky had helped you walk to a nearby wheelchair (hospital’s release policy) and stopped to go over your healing regimen once more with nurse Wanda. Then you had felt him behind you and the wheelchair start being pushed toward the parking lot.
Once you had gotten in the car and had watched as Bucky hopped into the driver’s side, you had realized that you were slightly nervous to be in a car again. The collision had been one of the most traumatizing things that had ever happened to you.
You had barely noticed when Bucky had reached over and buckled you up.
And then you had gotten on the road. Bucky had driven slow for you, maybe even below the speed limit, and you were sure he would never know how much that had actually meant to you. You had gotten to his house not long after that, parking on the street. Bucky had helped you out of the car, keeping his hand on your lower back as he supported you toward the sidewalk. You had gripped his shoulder with your right arm as you both had climbed the steps to his front door. And then you were inside.
You were in a place that was the closest thing you could call home at the moment, and the first step into the beautiful home made you grateful you were done with the one week in the same room smelling of antiseptic. One week, and now you were stuck with Bucky for one more.
He led you over to the closest sofa and helped you sit down gently, sitting back on his knees to take off your shoes. “Be careful with your side.”
You didn’t answer, instead using your energy to suppress rolling your eyes at his statement. You didn’t think you both could be any more careful.
“Do you want some water?” He spoke again, leaving you sitting on the leather as he walked into the kitchen.
“Sure.” Your voice was quiet, no doubt from how uncomfortable you were starting to become. This was his house; this was his fiancée’s house.
You could hear ice clink into a glass from the other room and then the faucet running. Then Bucky appeared, sitting down on the other side of the couch you were sitting on and handing you your glass.
“So, what do you want to do? I’ve got some movies we can watch or if you just want to relax, I have a lot of books- I could read to you if it would hurt your head with your concussion-”
“Bucky.” You cut him off. “I think I just want to shower and go to bed.”
One good thing about antibiotics and painkillers: you can blame your excessive sleeping on them.
“Oh,” his accepting voice overcompensated for the disappointment he tried (and failed) to hide. “Of course, you’re probably exhausted.”
You forced a smile to him, one that felt more like a grimace, and started to scoot toward the edge of the couch. Bucky was up on his feet in an instant, leaning down with a strong hand on your back and another holding your right hand to stabilize your balance.
He walked you to the bathroom, pausing only once the both of you have stepped inside to watch as you stepped out from his hold and turned to look at him expectantly.
He looked nervous- actually, he looked more than nervous. He looked terrified. You lifted your arms a little. “As much as I wish anyone else could help me at this moment, I don’t have much of an option, so come on.”
He swallowed hard, his movements hesitant as he reached out to help you out of the shirt you were in. He went for the buttons first, your wrist unable to bend to that angle in the bright cast it was being held tight in. His fingers were slow, and he was treating the shirt with as much delicacy as he was treating you with. The two of you were standing extremely close, and you had to force yourself to keep your eyes on his solid chest so you wouldn’t make eye contact in such a vulnerable moment.
Once the shirt was unbuttoned, he helped move it down your arms, carefully sliding it from around your cast, and tossed it to the floor without a second glance. No words were exchanged as he immediately looked at you, reaching for the band of your leggings. And the way he was looking at you- Oh, God, you wished you were dressed sexier. But you had just gotten out of the hospital and with limited options as to what wouldn’t irritate your injuries, you were out of luck.
You held onto his shoulder with your right hand as he slid the leggings down your legs and helped you step out of them. And then he was at his full height again, looking down into your eyes and searching. For what, you didn’t know, but you knew it was easy to get lost in his eyes, and it was exactly what you were doing. The blue of them pulled at the heart deep in your chest, acting as a string connecting the two of you together. You could feel the strain as your heart tried to get closer to him. You involuntarily moved toward him.
His fingers trailed along your sides, gently skimming the skin there before they rested with his thumbs against your ribs, lightly circling the harsh bruising that marked you. You held your breath.
His right hand rose and moved a piece of hair behind your ear. “You can’t get your cast wet.”
Your mouth felt dry as you scrambled to reply. “I know.”
Your right hand still rested on his shoulder. His right hand returned to it’s soothing place at your side. “Do you want me to help wash your hair? If not, you can kick me out right now.”
He was so beautiful, you didn’t think you had the strength while in his arms like this to kick him out. “You can help.”
His tired eyes skimmed your face once more, an action that made your knees weak, before he took a step back. He helped you into the tub in your sports bra and underwear, lowering you down slowly until you were able to sit comfortably. You jolted when the water turned on, cold before it turned warmer, and you caught Bucky chuckling at the reaction.
Your cast rested over the edge of the tub as Bucky filled a large cup with the hot water, slowly pouring it over your hair and making sure it all got wet. He followed the action with some shampoo, gently rubbing the soap into your hair without adding any pain to the already bruised area underneath.
“Does your head hurt at all?”
You shook your head, your eyes drooping at the relaxing feeling of someone else washing your hair.
“You promise? You have to be careful with your concussion.” You nod again, your eyes fluttering open as he rinsed your hair out. “Don’t fall asleep on me.”
“But I’m tired,” you whined.
“I know, I know.” He couldn’t fight his smile as he reached for the bar of soap. “Arms up and then we can get you to bed.”
You did as told, reaching up as he ran the soap over what your cast didn’t cover, your chest, and your abdomen, circling around any wounds as to not rub and irritate them, but letting the water mix with the soap as it ran over them to clean. Once you were all rinsed off, Bucky offered his hands to you, taking your right one in his, and supporting you as you stepped from the tub.
He wrapped a towel around you and used another to partially dry your hair. All the while making sure your cast stayed completely dry.
“I’ll go grab you some of your clothes to change into and your toothbrush and stuff. I’ll be right outside the door when you’re done.” He set the toothpaste out on the countertop, returning back only a minute later with your things, and then he was shutting the door.
It took longer than it should have to get completely ready for bed, and you blamed your cast for that. But once you were dressed, clean, and too tired to take another step, you headed out of the bathroom. Bucky was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, and waiting for you. Once you emerged, he took you to a bedroom at the end of the hall.
It was big, and mostly neutral colored. The walls were a very light gray, paired with a white bedspread that covered a king sized bed. The floors were wooden, as was one of the walls on the other side of the room that had been converted into a bookshelf. There was a television on top of a dresser in front of the bed, but you looked almost completely past it, instead focusing on how soft the bedding actually looked.
“We have an extra room, but we haven’t actually gotten a bed for it yet. This house is newly bought…”
Him and Samantha.
You nodded, not wanting to dwell on that while you had the opportunity to sleep right in front of you. He led you to the bed, pulling back the blankets and helping you get inside, before covering you back up. He looked like he wanted to say something as he stood over you, playing with your hair while he thought, but all he ended up with was: “ll wake you up when it’s time for more painkillers. Night, Fighter.”
And then he was leaving, flicking the light off as he went. He left the door cracked open so he could hear if you needed anything, but the room was otherwise silent and dark, with the exception of the patter of raindrops on the window.
You couldn’t see much in the room now, but it wouldn’t matter anyway, because the only image your brain was processing was the conflict you had seen many times in Bucky’s eyes just since you had gotten “home.”
It was almost impossible to know his thought process, so instead of torturing yourself with it, you accepted the kindness you were going to get from him, and forced yourself not to get your hopes up.
It was hard not to, though, as you fell asleep on what you knew was his side of the bed, surrounded in the smell of him. He wasn’t wrong in what he had told you at the hospital; you felt safe there.