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flightlessangelwings · 3 months

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Could I Have This Kiss Forever?

Joel Miller x fem!reader

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Word count-4.5k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), Valentine's Day fic, fluff, mutual pining, set in Jackson after the first game/season, reader is a baker/cook, reader can remember life before the outbreak but no age specified, food mention, oral (f receiving), praise, unprotected, soft pleasure dom Joel, squirting, feelings, no use of y/n

Notes- Happy Valentine's Day @saradika I'm your secret Valentine!!! I loved the prompt you gave and the idea came to me almost immediately! And I tried to fit as many things as you mentioned in this as I could! I hope you like it! Enjoy!

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Joel could see his breath as he walked down the street. There was a nip in the air, and it stung his face as the cold hit what little exposed skin he had. Wrapping his jacket a little tighter, Joel huffed as the light layer of snow crunched beneath his feet. It wasn’t unusual for there to be cold and snow in mid February in Jackson, yet the glistening white in the trees always made its residents awestruck. The setting sun illuminated the land in a way that made the surrounding look like a painting. Even Joel had to appreciate the beauty of it all.

It reminded them of a simpler time, a more peaceful time. It reminded everyone of a time before the world collapsed, before there was the daily worry for their lives. Joel used to push those thoughts down. He used to try to ignore the sting of Sarah’s absence. But, the longer he was in Jackson with Tommy and Ellie and others who he would soon call friends, the more he allowed himself to think about his lost daughter and how much she would have loved the snow.

But, a tantalizing smell broke Joel out of his thoughts. As he passed the little building on the corner which had become a bakery slash bar, his thoughts turned to someone else: you.

You brought a new light to Jackson the day you arrived, and Joel was immediately taken with you. From the way your eyes captivated him to the way your smile made his heart flutter in a way no one else did, Joel was a goner from the moment he laid eyes on you. He kept it a secret, though. Life was hard enough as it was, even for those lucky enough to find their way to Jackson.

If Joel only knew you harbored the same secret he did…

Inside the building was the complete opposite of the chilly outside. It was warm and bright and the smells of various cakes and desserts permeated the space as you worked. You actually felt hot enough to shed your outer layers and rolled up your sleeves. You were so focused on the task in front of you that you didn’t hear the door open until a gruff voice cleared his throat.

Jumping up with a gasp, you looked up and locked eyes with… “Joel,” you breathed as you relaxed, “You startled me!”

“Sorry,” he helped his hands up in mock surrender, “I just wanted to check in on ya,” he continued, “It’s gettin’ late and you’re still here workin’ hard.”

“Oh,” you replied in a daze as you noticed the lack of sun from behind where Joel stood in the doorway, “Lost track of time, I guess,” you murmured, “I wanted to finish all these tonight for the big Valentine’s dance tomorrow night so I can enjoy the party too.”

Valentine’s Day… Joel didn’t even realize that was tomorrow. “Want a little help?” he offered, “I ain’t much good in the kitchen, but you can tell me what to do.”

You smirked as your mind ran with the thought of telling big strong Joel what to do, “Go wash your hands and you can help me with these last few cakes.”

“Yes ma’am,” Joel replied with a smirk of his own and both of you felt like the room just got a lot warmer.

Joel shrugged off his jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his flannel shirt before he went to the sink to wash his hands and made his way back to you. He was positive Ellie would give him a hard time if she caught him like this- working with little sweets and desserts, following your orders instead of taking the lead. But, Joel also found he didn’t mind. He enjoyed the feeling of domestic bliss, even if it was only for this one evening.

“You’re really good at this,” Joel commented as he watched you meticulously decorate the various cakes you spent all afternoon baking.

“Thanks,” your heart fluttered at the compliment from Joel Miller, “I’ve always been creative since I was a kid. I liked making things… art and stuff. I actually wanted to be some kind of artist when I was younger, before…” you trailed off as you stopped and raised your eyes to meet his.

Both of you froze for a moment as you gazed into the other’s eyes. Time stopped, as did your breathing. The roughness around Joel’s eyes framed the softness that lay hidden there. Scars on his face told you he had been through a lot, but then again so had you. As you looked at him, studying his face, you completely forgot to breathe, losing yourself in his features.

Joel felt himself tense as he stared back at you. The warmth that surrounded him felt like it came from you, not the heat in the room. He wasn’t too good with the whole comforting thing, but Joel wanted nothing more than to take you in his arms and hold you close, protecting you from everything around. Normally, he was good at burying his feelings, but he slipped when his eyes flashed down to your lips for just the briefest moment.

Clearing his throat right away, Joel leaned back, breaking the trance you both were in, “Yeah,” he finally said, filling the silence, “You are an artist that’s for sure. You’re certainly better than me anyway,” he muttered as he held up the messily decorated cake in his hands.

You couldn’t help but burst into laughter, “Joel,” you covered your face with your hands, “I’m sorry, I…” you wheezed as your laughter became uncontrollable.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up,” Joel rolled his eyes. It didn’t bother him though, he knew he had many strengths and even before the outbreak, he couldn’t decorate a cake to save his life. Plus, the sound of your laughter was music to his eyes, and Joel loved to hear it whenever he could.

“Here,” you took a few breaths to gather yourself, “Let me show you a trick.”

You moved over to sit next to him and took the spatula from his hand, brushing it ever so slightly as you did so. A chill ran up your spine at the slight contact, but you swallowed hard and fought to keep your composure.

“You alright, sweetheart?” Joel asked, noticing the slight change in your demeanor.

“Fine,” you replied back right away, “Here,” you used the spatula to scoop some icing and ran it along the cake, “Just like painting a picture.”

“Beautiful,” Joel mumbled under his breath, completely ignoring the cake you were decorating.

Luckily, or unluckily, for Joel, you didn’t notice as you became too enthralled with what you were doing.

“There!” you sounded triumphant as you put the finishing touches on what cake Joel had worked on, “Ta da!” you held it up with pride and beamed at him for a moment before you set it down and turned to the far table, “Now just a few more to go…”

“I ain’t going nowhere,” Joel said, “As long as you won’t shit on my decorating anymore, I’ll stay and help… If you’ll have me.”

A mix of emotions ran though you. You wanted to laugh at him again for his poor decorating skills, but you also didn’t want him to leave your side. So, biting your lip to stifle a giggle, you replied, “Ok I promise I won’t laugh at you again.”

“I’ll hold you to it,” Joel smirked, sending a wave of heat through your body.

Hours passed and it was well into the night before you and Joel finally finished. You enjoyed his company, and the two of you filled the time shooting the shit while you worked. It took some time, but Joel finally let his guard down around you, and you loved that he trusted you enough to relax. And you trusted him too, and felt safe around him.

“Well I think that does it,” you sighed heavily as you wiped you face, “That was the last one!”

Joel looked at you with pure admiration on his face, as if he were a lovestruck teenager and the world was normal again. Then as he studied your face closer, he couldn’t help but let out a single soft laugh.

“What is it?” you asked, puzzled.

“Ya got a little…” Before he realized what he was doing, Joel reached out and brushed your face with his hand, wiping a smudge of frosting off your cheek, “There.”

You gasped softly as you stood there stunned, frozen in place as you felt a tingle where Joel touched your skin. Absentmindedly, you touched your cheek with your fingers, relishing in the lingering warmth of his touch.

Joel was about to apologize, but he also found himself in a trance. You just looked so beautiful, and he wasn’t sure what to make of your reaction to his touch.

But, before he could say hating, you broke the silence. “Hey Joel…” you started, suddenly feeling nervous as your skin warmed so much that you were sure the reminanta of the frosting on your face were about to sizzle.

“Yeah?”

“I uhh…” you fumbled over your words, your gaze dropping to the ground as you felt his eyes on you, “Thank you,” you breathed as you looked at Joel again, “I would have been here all night if you weren’t helping me.”

A flash of disappointment showed on Joel’s face before he glanced over your shoulder and noticed the hint of sun in the horizon, “It looks like we still did,” he muttered as he motioned toward the window.

You let out a heavy sigh, “Well fuck I guess we did,” you chuckled nervously, still feeling the lingering tension in the air between the two of you.

It hung in the air unspoken between the two of you: It’s Valentine’s Day.

You fiddled with your fingers nervously as you weren’t sure what to say. The air suddenly felt thick between the two of you, as if there was so much you both had to say. Yet, neither of you had the courage to break what you already had.

Joel cleared his throat as he closed the gap between your bodies and mumbled your name, “Listen I…” he rested a hand on your shoulder.

“Yes?” you looked at him with a hopeful expression, your lips parted as you breathed heavily.

“I uhh,” Joel stuttered. He scanned your face, taking in every inch of your beauty as the words were right on the tip of his tongue. Instead, he said, “Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.”

A brief flash of disappointment showed on your face before you gathered yourself, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Joel,” you replied in a hushed tone.

“Why don’t we go get some sleep before the big party tonight?” he offered, “I’ll put this all away for ya.”

“Yeah, ok,” you sounded distant, “See you tonight then?”

Joel smiled, “I wouldn’t miss it.”

That lifted your spirits, “See you tonight, Joel.”

The Valentine’s Day dance was a huge success, as were your cakes. Everyone made sure to stop and compliment you before they went back to dancing and enjoying their time. Some even asked you for a dance themselves, but you turned them all down. No, there was only one person you wanted to dance with, and he stood on the other end of the room.

“Go on, ask her to dance,” Ellie nudged Joel, “Or are you too fuckin’ scared?” she added with a tease, “Chicken!”

“Ellie,” Joel sighed as he rolled his eyes, “Just stay out of it, alright.”

Knowing when to back down, she raised her hands in surrender, “Alright, alright,” she slid her hands in her pockets and started to walked away before she glanced over her shoulder, “But don’t come crying to me when someone else asks her to dance cause you were too chickshit to.”

“Ellie!” Joel snapped, but she ran off and disappeared into the crowd, presumably to find Dina. Joel knew about Ellie’s little crush on her, but he decided to let her come to him on her own terms about it. He just wanted his kid to be happy after all…

Joel’s thought turned from Ellie to you as he scanned the room and found you again. You had moved slightly, but you still stood at the edge of the crowd, not dancing with anyone. You looked stunning as you found yourself right under a light as if it was a spotlight just for you. Your smile lit up the room as yet another person came up to compliment you, and Joel’s chest tightened as the person was obviously asking you to dance.

“Shit…” he mumbled under his breath, thinking he missed his chance.

But, Joel was surprised to see them walk away with a disappointed look on their face while you stayed in that same spot. You fiddled with your fingers for a moment before you scanned the room and locked eyes with Joel. Freezing in place, your mouth parted to let out a deep exhale.

“Fuck it,” Joel muttered to himself, thinking it was now to never. He crossed the room, greeting his brother on the way before he walked up to you. Joel tried to act calm and smooth to hide the nerves he secretly harbored, “Howdy ma’am,” he nodded his head once in a greeting as you giggled, “May I have this dance?” He extended a hand to you.

“Joel Miller,” you breathed, “I thought you’d never ask,” you grinned as you slid your hand in his.

You knew he didn’t usually dance, and your heart pounded in your chest as you wondered why he broke his streak. And the warmth of his large hand in yours radiated throughout your body, making you a little dizzy. But, Joel was there to catch you, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you close as the tune changed to a slower ballad.

Leaning against his sturdy chest, you swayed with Joel to the rhythm of the song. But, you could barely hear it over the pounding of your heart. You barely even heard when Joel said something to you, or said your name when you didn’t respond.

“What?” you blinked as you focused your eyes.

“I said them desserts seem to be a hit,” Joel repeated himself as he adjusted his grip on your body.

“Yeah,” you replied, “Even those messy looking ones,” you smirked.

“Hey you promised,” he quipped back with no malice in his tone and a soft grin on his face.

“I know, I know,” you laughed softly, “I’m sorry. They still taste good though.”

“They do,” Joel’s tone dropped, as did his gaze.

“Joel…” you breathed as you felt the burning heat of his gaze on you.

“Listen, I uhhh,” he murmured your name in a low tone, “I wanna kiss you so fuckin’ bad right now,” the moan you let out went right to Joel’s cock, “But I don’t wanna share ya with all these people.”

Another moan escaped your lips and time felt frozen around you and heat rose from your pussy all throughout your body, “Joel…” you whined his name again as desperation took over you.

Joel leaned in closer to you, his lips hovering over yours as the slow sway of your bodies slowed down. He wanted to kiss you so badly. He wanted this for so long. But, Joel was also secretly a romantic, and he didn’t want his first kiss with you to be witnessed. He wanted to selfishly keep that to himself. So, instead of closing the gap, he murmured in a low tone, “Wanna get out of here?”

“Yes,” you breathed immediately as you pulled away enough to look into his eyes. You gasped softly when you saw the deep need that burned behind his eyes, and you knew exactly what he was thinking. “Let’s go, Joel.” you slipped your hand into his and let him lead you out the door and away from the party and wandering eyes.

From the other side of the room, Ellie grinned widely as she watched the two of you slip away from the party.

The moment the door to Joel’s house closed, it was like a flip switched in his head. “Can I kiss you now, baby?” he asked in a low tone as he backed you up against the door.

“You better,” you smirked back as you grabbed his collar, “And call me that again,” you groaned as you bucked your hips against his.

Joel grunted as he grinned against your cheek, “Baby…” his low grumble went right to your core as he took your lips with his in a heated kiss.

His beard tickled your skin as his lips warmed yours. Joel’s strong hands gripped you tightly as he pulled you against his body. You clung to his shirt as his kiss warmed you from the inside while his chest warmed your own as you felt yourself pressed flush against him. Despite the dizzying feeling in your head, you knew you were safe in his arms and that Joel wouldn’t let you fall.

“Shall we take this to the bedroom?” you purred against his lips between kisses.

“Thought you’d never ask,” Joel smirked back.

You erupted into giggles as Joel yanked you enthusiastically down the hall. Hands roamed all over each other’s bodies as you each tugged at the other’s clothing. Joel closed the gap between your lips over and over again, desperately kissing you between shoving clothes off.

A trail of clothing led the way to Joel’s room until neither of you had anything on. You felt like you were in a whirlwind as you allowed Joel to guide you though his house until your legs hit the edge of his bed. A gasp escaped your lips as you realized where you were, but you quickly gathered yourself. Grabbing his broad shoulders, you flung yourself back onto his bed, both of you exhaling sharply as you landed with Joel on top of you.

“Shit, baby,” Joel muttered as he took a moment to study your naked figure beneath him, “You’re so fuckin’ pretty.”

“So are you, Joel,” you breathed as you cupped his face, burying your hands in his hair.

Joel let out another sharp breath, “Well don’t you know how to make a man feel special?”

“Just like you know how to treat a lady,” you smirked back.

“Oh you ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” Joel’s tone dropped as he dipped his head down and took your lips once more. He swallowed the moan you let out and bucked his hips against yours, relishing the feeling on your skin against his after so many nights imagining this.

Joel broke away from the kiss to make his way down your neck, licking and nibbling your sensitive skin along the way. Your mouth dropped open as your mind swam in the pleasure that was Joel’s kisses. But, the sensations only heightened when he reached your breast and wrapped his lips around your nipple.

The cry you let out went right to Joel’s cock, and every moan from you only made him need you more. Joel’s tongue swirled around your nipple as he kneaded your other breast with his calloused hand. You arched your back to allow him more access to your body and buried your hand in his hair, tugging slightly every time he sucked at your nipple just a little bit harder.

“Joel… Fuck…” you whined as he kissed his way to your other breast with a low groan and gave it the same treatment.

He hummed against your skin, rocking his hips against your already soaking wet pussy as he showered you with devotion. As much as Joel wanted to take his time and savor the moment, savor you, his need was too great.

“Shit baby,” Joel breathed as he kissed his way down the front of your body, “You taste to fuckin’ good,” he growled as he eyed your pussy and settled between your parted legs, “But I bet your pussy tastes even better.”

Before you could laugh at his antics, or even appreciate his humor, Joel’s tongue swirled around your clit and licked up and down your folds, shoving every other thought from your body. You cried out in pleasure as your body already trembled under his touch.

“Fuck!” you screamed as you gripped the sheets tightly.

“Fuck me, you do taste good, baby,” Joel groaned as he came up for air for a moment before he dove back into you.

You cried out even louder as you moved your hands to his shoulders for support. Joel growled into you as he hiked one of your legs over his shoulder, opening your body up to him more. Tears filled your eyes as his tongue hit your clit perfectly, and you knew you weren’t going to last.

Especially then Joel pushed two tick fingers inside of you while his tongue contoured tracing patterns on your clit.

“Joel! Fuck!” you screamed, “Yes!”

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” he murmured, his lips hovering over your pussy just for a moment.

“Yes, Joel,” you whimpered, “You’re gonna make he cum if you keep doing that,” your hips bucked on their own as his fingers pumped in and out of you in a steady rhythm.

“Good,” he grinned before he covered your cunt with his lips once more and sucked harder.

The moans you let out echoed in the room as you felt your climax quickly build. Your core tightened as you gasped when his fingers hit that sweet spot inside of you. And before you could warn him, you came hard into Joel’s mouth. You gushed as your body felt like it was floating in the pleasure Joel gave you and you screamed his name loudly as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through your body.

Joel kept going until he heard you whimper, determined to pull every punch of your claim from you and lap up every drop of your release. When he finally broke away, both of you gasped loudly. You flopped down flat, limp from exhaustion, and Joel sat up to admire how beautiful you looked.

“Shit, baby,” Joel groaned, “That was better than them cakes.”

You blinked your eyes open and met Joel’s gaze. The two of you froze for a moment before you burst into laughter, “I never knew you were so funny, Joel.”

He leaned forward, covering your body with his own, “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, sugar,” he hummed in amusement as his lips hovered over yours.

“Then I want to learn them all,” you whispered against his lips.

“Me too, baby,” he murmured before he took your lips in a slow kiss.

You moaned into his mouth as you wrapped your arms and legs around him, “Joel,” you breathed, “I need you to fuck me now.”

“Yes ma’am,” he replied with a huff as he positioned himself at your entrance.

Both of you gasped as the tip of his cock poked at your pussy. Joel broke away just enough to watch your face as he slowly started to push in, feeling the warmth of your wetness around him. Your eyes snapped shut as you savored the stretch of his cock as you clawed at his back. Joel tried to keep his own eyes open, not wanting to miss a moment, but you felt too good that he couldn’t help but close them.

Joel mumbled your name as he bottomed out inside you, “Shit you feel so fuckin’ good, sweetehart.”

“Joel…” was all you could say, too lost in the bliss to form any coherent thought.

The bed creaked as Joel started a slow rhythm, rocking himself in and out of you. Once again, your moans filled the room in a beautiful melody as Joel fucked you. Only this time, his own grunts and groans harmonized with yours, creating an all new song.

Heat rose in the room despite the chilly air outside as Joel picked up his pace. Feeling you engulf him made him forget about the ache in his back as he thrust his hips back and forth over and over again. Joel was just as lost in you as you were in him, and he was sure neither of you were going to last much longer.

After so long of wanting you, finally having you almost made Joel cry. He murmured your name over and over again as he mumbled how beautiful you looked on his cock, “So fuckin’ pretty, baby,” he grunted, “Fuck…”

“Fuck… Yes… Joel…” was all you could form as you felt another orgasm quickly approach, “Gonna cum…”

“Show me how pretty you are when you cum on my cock, sweetheart,” he growled as he picked up his pace, his hips slapping against yours as he chased his own climax.

“Fuck!” you screamed as you tightened your grip on Joel and trembled under his body as your second peak hit.

“That’s it baby,” Joel groaned, “That’s my girl,” he gasped as he felt your inner muscles squeeze him tightly.

Your climax triggered his own and with a moan of your name, Joel spilled himself deep inside of you, filling you to the brim. Chills ran up your spine as you felt him cum in you, and you moaned softly as the aftershocks of your own climax pulsed through your body at the same time.

Joel kept his pace as long as he could until he pulled back once last time, pulling out of you, before he collapsed on the bed next to you. You gasped as you felt a sudden emptiness, but Joel immediately wrapped you in his arms and pulled you close.

No words were spoken as the two of you came down from your highs. But this time, it was a comforting silence in the air. The tension from the day before was gone now that the two of you finally showed your true feelings for the other. Joel breathed deeply as he stroked you back comfortingly, and you smiled against his chest as you felt the beat of his heart.

You stayed like that for some time before you broke the silence, “Hey Joel,” you wriggled out of his embrace and straddled him, “Can I ask you something?”

“Shit, lookin’ like that you can have anything you want, baby,” Joel joked as he admired your naked form on top of him.

You grinned back at him as you rested your hands on his chest, “Will you be my Valentine?”

Joel’s face lit up as he grabbed you and yanked you down, crashing your lips together, “Always, baby,” he murmured between kisses. When you broke away for air, Joel gazed lovingly up at you, “Now why don’t you show me how pretty you are when you ride me?”

The moan you let out went right to both of your cores and it began a second sleepless night in a row for you and Joel. But, neither of you would complain at all.

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churipu · 4 months

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I LOVE HOW YOU WRITE GOJO !!! could i request him having a girlfriend that's really good in the kitchen? like both cooking AND baking !! i can imagine him getting a sugar rush (from her !!) because she tried recreating (and succeeded) his favorite kikufuku from scratch 🩷 and she's probably worrying all the time if the stuff that she makes is good because she just cooks and bakes "for fun" and not as a full time thing 🥹

SUGAR RUSH ! — GOJO SATORU + A GOOD COOK GIRLFRIEND

featuring. gojo satoru

warning. none :)

note. hii anon! <33 i absolutely love this, i can just imagine him being so happy about having a really good cook girlfriend. i hope this is to your liking, have a great day anon! and to you readers, have a big fat sloppy kiss mwah!

"baby, did you make this yourself?" gojo asks you, taking a bite out of the kikufuku mochi you made him this afternoon.

he had opened the freezer a few minutes prior to look for anything he can nibble on — and oolala he came across a tray of kikufuku he doesn't remember being there. but having a good cook of a girlfriend, he wasn't even surprised anymore, he's just very delighted to have his very own homemade kikufuku made by yours truly.

you nodded your head, "do you...like it? tell me how it tastes, i've been working on it for a while now so i'm not sure how it would taste."

"like it? i don't like it." gojo mutters out, eyeing you.

you didn't take things to the heart quickly, you've always believed that failing is a process of learning. so you chuckled, "don't worry about it, i'll try making another one for you. was it too sweet? or was the mochi skin weird on texture?"

gojo grins, "baby, i love it! you really should think about opening your own restaurant — i'll even fund it, no kidding." he tells you, taking another bite out of the kikufuku mochi.

opening a restaurant has been a long time dream. and gojo knew, but there are a few reasons to why it hasn't opened up till' now, you weren't confident with your own cooking. no matter how many times gojo told you about how good they are — you still think they aren't restaurant worthy yet.

"maybe next time? i don't think i have the time for it now," you were technically speaking half the truth.

you had a stable job that pays well (not as much as gojo who's a jujutsu sorcerer, but still enough) — you landed a job as a baker, so you all you needed to do was follow your boss' recipe and everything was settled.

"you can just resign and...focus on this one, hm?" gojo slithered his arms around your waist, pressing kisses on the side of your face— in a way on encouraging you, "i'll even help you, 'm sure it's going to be a great hit!"

you chuckled at his statement, "maybe in a few years, satoru?"

the male whines, burying his face into your neck. he'd never understood why you always tell him that, no matter how hard he tried to convince you about opening a restaurant, you'd decline saying that it wasn't time yet.

but gojo, he could see right through you like an open book. the problem wasn't it being "the wrong time", it was how you weren't confident with what you've made; despite him telling you thousands of time that what you made never fail to amaze him with your cooking.

you sometimes think he was saying that just to make you happy.

cooking for gojo has been a daily routine, he never asks for you to do it — you just liked cooking so much that you made it your job to always make sure he's full. knowing he has a sweet tooth, especially for kikufuku, you try your best to make them for him.

it was quite hard to nail the dessert on the first few times. but like everyone said: "practice makes perfect" and sure enough your hard work pays off, he does enjoy the kikufuku you took long to perfect. and your heart feels full.

"a few years? that's too long," he whines, "how about now?"

you laughed lightly, "you're cute. if you wanted to taste my cooking, i can just make it for you, y'know?" gojo laid his chin on top of your head and grumbled.

"i want the whole world to taste your cooking," he mutters out.

how sweet of him.

"aren't I your world?" you found yourself spouting out non-sense just to try to avoid the same topic yet again — gojo sensed so, and he didn't push on with it. if he finds you avoiding it, it just meant one thing; you didn't want to talk about it, it wasn't that hard to understand, really.

gojo nodded his head, "good point. you are my world," he laughs lightly, kissing the top of your head, nuzzling his nose into your hair.

if you could see his face right now, you'd be worried. gojo satoru, the strongest, had his brows furrowed and a frown on his face, he was worried about you. a lot. sometimes he just wants to cup your face, give you kisses and tell you that you're the best cook he has ever met, he was pretty damn sure he's heard you saying how you weren't a good cook because you do it as a hobby and not professionally — or along the lines of that.

"satoru, i'm trying to put these kikufuku in the freezer or they'll fall apart," you softly lets his arms go, "you can snack on these later if you're hungry. or maybe you could bring them to the kids too, i made quite a lot."

by kids you meant yuuji, nobara, and megumi. gojo being their teacher also meant you having a lot of meetings with the trio — and they have been nothing but sweet to you, sometimes you find yourself packing food for gojo to bring for them.

"good idea, i'll give it to them so they know how much of a good cook you are. yeah? maybe they'll help me convince you to open your very own restaurant," you laughed lightly, shaking your head at his idea.

gojo puckered his lips out, "if you don't want to open a restaurant then at least let me have one more kikufuku. last one, promise."

you shook your head, putting the tray of kikufuku inside the freezer, "you've had four! you'll get sick," gojo puts his hands on either side of your waist, carrying you to the side so he could make his way to the freezer, "hey!"

"the only thing i'll be getting is a sugar rush, angel."

"oh god, that's even worse than you getting sick," gojo turns his head to look at you, his cerulean eyes narrowed, "i am not taking care of you if you get sick, you hear me?"

gojo arched a brow, "you said that last time, and the only person who stayed by my side the whole entire time was you," he pinched your cheek gently with a large grin, "you'll take care of me, will ya'?"

knowing he was right you let out an exasperated sigh, "you're silly. don't eat more or i'll stop making them for you— i'm just afraid you'll get a sugar rush tonight. don't you remember the last time it happened?"

gojo scratches his nape with a nervous smile. a few weeks ago, you made a big strawberry swiss roll — and the male managed to chow down on it in a matter of hours. late at night, he was wide awake, babbling about how much he loves you and then proceeded to list everything that he loves about you from a to z.

it was quite sweet of him, but still: you needed sleep. as a result, you barely gotten any sleep at all and had to go to work exhausted; although gojo did apologize for his nightly sugar rush, and tried to make it up to you by "cooking" for you, which ended up disastrous as he had gotten distracted by a tv show in the middle of his cooking. no foods were served that night so you both had to get take out.

and you had to throw out your favorite non-stick pan because of that.

you appreciated his effort though (and this time he made it up to you by purchasing a pan set — which he told you was a token of his apology for ruining your favorite pan and for his sugar rush).

"hey, i was showing my love to you. and plus, you got a set of brand new pan because of my sugar rush," gojo defends himself with a smile, leaning onto the kitchen island.

"in an exchange for my exhaustion, i almost passed out at work," he gasps out dramatically.

"why wasn't i informed of that? oh my god, 'm a monster." he talked to himself, which you weren't even surprised of anymore, so you let out a soft chuckle.

"kidding. but no— i'd never like to see or hear your sugar rush anymore, i have work tomorrow. i'll be fine if it's the weekend," i poked his side, walking away.

gojo grabbed your arm, pulling you close, "what if you don't have work tomorrow?"

you arched a brow in confusion, "but i do."

he smiles ever so sweetly that it was starting to get suspicious, "oh, i know! i was just asking, y'know?"

"o...kay then?"

gojo, that slick motherfucker, called your boss and told her you were sick and wouldn't be able to come tomorrow. and so— began the restless night of his episode of sugar rush and just the tenth thousands of "i love you"s from him.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x reader #female reader #gojo fluff #jjk fluff #fluff #jjk x reader

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bluecollarmcandtf · 3 months

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Am I Acting Weird?

Part II

I've been jogging on this treadmill for over an hour now. Cardio sucks, and I hate this old unventilated gym! When I joined the football team, I did it for the parties and cheerleaders! I just wanted to drink with the cool guys and get laid. I still do, but I haven't had a drop of alcohol in weeks. I can't even remember the last girl I hooked up with!

I used to think it was weird that I was suddenly working out all the time. It was like my entire personality had changed overnight.

I know it's not weird now. Max, my younger brother, told me so. I have to keep working out until I become the quarterback of the football team. Then I have to bulk up and train even more, so I can become a professional footballer. That's my new goal in life, and I can't wait for my little bro to be able to brag about being related to a pro athlete.

Sure, I never really wanted to play football professionally. If it were up to me, I'd be out drinking with my buds, but it's not up to me.

That's not weird right?

I shake my head and slow my aching legs. Droplets of sweat run down my face as I work to control my breathing. My whole body is sore from the conditioning. It doesn't help that this is my third workout of the day. Between my morning weight session, afternoon field practice, and this, I am totally whipped.

I stagger over to grab my workout gear. My night isn't over. I still have to bulk my stomach up for tomorrow.

With a frustrated sigh, I stomp out of the gym and march directly into the diner next door. I nod to the greasy cook behind the counter. I've become a regular here, so he knows me pretty well.

"The usual?" he grunts with a toothy grin.

I nod and sink into a booth.

Max, my little brother, got tired of me eating at the house. Apparently, it took our father too long to cook my bulking meals. Max has me eat here after my workouts, and I completely agree. Max shouldn't have to share our dad with me. He deserved to have someone at home cooking whenever he wanted to eat.

"Four burgers, fries, and a soda," the cook snickers as he slaps the tray in front of me, "A growing boy needs extra protein."

I grimace and turn away from the chef. His breath alone is enough to make me lose my appetite, but I take a big bite and swallow. I won't gain mass if I'm not consuming mass, and I obviously need to get bigger.

I've broken out into a second sweat by the time I'm done. Forcing myself to up, I have to adjust to my bloated waist. You'd think I'd get used to a packed stomach, but I always feel uncomfortable for the rest of the night.

I let out a belch and carry the dirty dishes to the back. It always feels weird strolling into an employees-only area like this, but it's part of how I get my meals for free. You see, the cook let's is nice as long as I take care of two things.

The dishes are the first thing.

"Leave the dishes," I hear his husky voice behind me, "I never wash 'em anyways."

I drop the dishes and turn the sink off, holding my gut as it growls in pain. My belly might ache, but I've got one more thing to do.

The cook watches me expectantly. He licks his chapped lips, and grabs at the bulge under his apron, between his two trunks of legs. He's already fishing the thing out. I know what he wants, so I drop to the floor. This has become just another part of my daily routine.

It's how I thank the chef.

I don't know how this became a habit, because I absolutely do not enjoy it! The man is filthy, and a man! I'm not gay! I like women, but I have to eat a lot to bulk up and Max liked the idea of me eating for free. It's not weird!

I let him manhandle me a bit, gripping my head and pulling my hair. The cook gets off faster if he roughs me up a little. He usually only lasts a few minutes, but it's the longest few minutes of the day.

It's not sex. It's just a transaction!

"Oh, yeah!" he growls with his eyes squeezed shut, "Yeah, boy! Fuck!"

I whip my head off his hairy crotch and jump to my feet. I spit into a napkin and wipe my mouth quickly. I know from experience that I won't be able to get the taste of sweat and meat out of my mouth until I brush my teeth thoroughly at home.

My part is finally done here, so I just want to leave!

"Can't wait to see you tomorrow morning, jocky boy!" he laughs, but I've already stormed out, marching down the street to my house. I'm trying not to think about how I'll be seeing him in a few hours for breakfast.

"Hey dad," I mumble, stepping inside.

"Boy," he answers dismissively, not even looking up from his work. As usual, he's wearing his home uniform: a suit and white gloves. I have a similar outfit for when I'm hanging around the house, but dad gets a lot more use out of his now that I'm constantly bulking up. Max is really the only one who seems to dress casually around here anymore.

I guess that makes him the weird one.

"What are you doing?" I ask, trying to start up a conversation.

"What's it look like, boy?" he answers gruffly, "I'm cleaning up after Max and his guests. Now, either get your uniform on and help or get out of my way."

His attitude makes me cringe a bit. Dad and I used to be really tight. We used to bond over sports and craft beer, but he doesn't really care about anything besides Max anymore.

I don't think he's gone to any of my games for the last few months. He's always cooking or cleaning for Max. I wish I understood. We used to tease Max all the time together, but now he gets angry anytime I try and bond with him. Like, it's totally normal and right for Max to be his new favorite, but I wish we could still chat every now and then.

"Sorry," I mutter.

My father ignores me and heads off to the kitchen in a rush. He looks erratic, and I can tell he's just as exhausted as I am. He's made it a habit of working extra hours at the office everyday. It's so he can bring home the biggest paycheck he can earn every week, but I know is affecting his sleep.

"Where is Max?" I ask.

My dad frowns, tersely responding, "Max took his guests to a movie in my car. The house needs to be clean and snacks need to be ready for when Max gets back."

"Oh," I sigh, "Are his friends staying over again? I'd stay up with you and help serve them, but Max said I should be getting nine hours of sleep every night."

"Go to bed, boy. I'll handle it," he states firmly, putting the final touches on the silver platter.

With that, my father picks up the tray of assorted snacks and walks them out into the living room. There he takes his place by the door and stands in his usual position. It's where he normally waits to welcome Max home everyday. Father and I know that someone like Max shouldn't have to put their own coat away or take off their own shoes.

"Alright, dad, see you tomorrow."

He doesn't answer. He's already standing still as a statue and probably won't move until Max gets back. Hopefully, my little brother won't keep him up too late.

Sleep won't be hard for me to find. I can barely keep my eyes open, and I pass out as soon as I fall on my bed. The rest of the night is a deep and dreamless void, while my stomach processes all the food I ate.

When I wake up, I find dad like this...

"Dad? Dad!" I give his shoulder a nudge.

He jumps to life, jerking his eyes around the trashed living room.

"Did you fall asleep standing up?"

"Maybe," he answers with shock, "Max had me holding everyone's coats while they enjoyed some beer. They must have moved to the bed while I drifted off."

"Aren't they a little young for beer?"

"Max and his guests are welcome to my alcohol whenever they want it!" he snaps back at me.

"Geez, ok."

"You have a workout you need to get to, boy," he barks, "And I'm going to have to hurry if I'm going to clean up this mess before work."

I stare at my father as he scrambles to clean up the living room once again. He looks even more exhausted and disheveled than last night. Hopefully, he would be able to clean everything up with enough time to shower and shave. I know that all of the household stuff is his responsibility, but sometimes it seems like too much.

With a shrug, I turn and step out of the door. My day is going to be the same miserable routine as the last. I'm not looking forward to any of it, but that's not weird. Like Max said, I'll just keep my head down, and power through.

#hypno story #mind control #gay ai art #servant

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avatar-anna · 3 months

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I feel like we haven’t seen much of youngmom reader super pregnant with her 7 babies??? Maybe I just don’t remember but I’d love to see y/n throughout her pregnancies! If not it’s okay I love ALL YOUR WORK!! ❤️

Baby Fever

Young Dad! Harry Styles x Young Mom! Reader Masterlist

i was too tired to include charlie. sorry!

Simone

Y/n sighed as she looked over her figure in the mirror, her shoulders slumping at the sight of her unbuttoned jeans and swollen belly. Looking down, she glared pointedly at the bump, saying, "Damn you, Harry."

She tried to button up her jeans one last time to no avail, then fell back on the bed behind her. It was Harry's, Y/n didn't feel comfortable enough to call it hers too, even though he insisted his home was hers now. The mattress was plush enough for her to sink into, and the sheets were softer than soft, she just felt like she was a guest staying in someone else's home.

It didn't help that she was alone most days. If Y/n had thought Harry had a busy schedule before all of this, she sorely underestimated the hectic schedule he had on a daily basis. The first half of her pregnancy, Harry was gone on tour promoting One Direction's latest album. When he came back to London, he was gone almost all day for interviews and late night talk shows and performances at radio stations. Work seemed neverending, and when Harry did eventually trudge through his front door, he was pretty much dead on his feet.

It was a weird situation that they were in, but nothing about their relationship had ever been typical.

Not really caring what kind of important meeting or interview he was having, Y/n pulled out her phone, scrolling through her contacts until she landed on the right person.

"Y/n! It's good to hear from you! How've you been?"

"Put him on the phone, Louis. I need to talk to him. Please," she said, adding please after realizing how harsh she sounded.

Louis was quick to do as she asked, though. Y/n could hear him rustling and calling out until he eventually found her boyfriend.

There was a time when Y/n didn't think she could call Harry that. She'd always liked him. Since the day they met, they were both absolutely smitten with each other, anyone could see that. But when she found out she was pregnant, things shifted. Y/n and Harry's relationship catapulted into chaos, and before they could even have the boyfriend-girlfriend conversation, they were suddenly nine months away from being parents.

Over time, they got to that place they'd been in before Y/n got pregnant. They had the boyfriend-girlfriend conversation, and now they were happy.

Well, for the most part.

"Hey, love, what's up? Everything okay?"

The sound of Harry's voice soothed and frustrated her all at once. Tears, which had been an unwelcome side effect of her pregnancy, began to well in her eyes.

"My jeans don't fit anymore."

There was silence between them, Y/n's words floating between them until it was eventually broken by Harry's laughter.

"It's not funny!" she insisted, even though she began to giggle alongside him.

"Baby," Harry said once his laughter subsided. "Why are you trying to put jeans on anyway? Are you going somewhere?"

"No, I've just gained so much weight. I feel like a blob, and you're partly to blame."

Y/n knew the baby bump was coming, she knew there would come a time when jeans and tops wouldn't fit and she'd have to buy clothes that were more accommodating to the baby growing in her belly. She just didn't expect to be this emotional about it. It was probably just the hormones.

"I'm sorry, baby," Harry said, a note of seriousness in his voice that Y/n appreciated even though she knew she was being slightly unreasonable. "I still think you're the prettiest girl I've ever laid eyes on."

Groans of protest and disgust erupted from Harry's side of the phone, followed by teasing at Harry's sappy words. "I came in here for privacy! Don't complain when you hear shit you didn't want to hear!" he told his bandmates. He mumbled something about never getting a moment alone anymore and nosy pricks, which made Y/n giggle as he presumably found a new place to talk to her privately.

In a hushed voice, he said, "I don't like it when you cry, baby."

"I wasn't planning on it," she sniffled. "I know I should've anticipated this, but now my belly sticks out and nothing fits me and I look horrible."

"No you don't," Harry said, not missing a beat. He didn't have to see her to know she looked just as gorgeous as she always did. Baby bump or no baby bump. "Put your sweats back on, love. I'll bring home dinner and we'll watch a movie."

"Really?" Y/n asked, and Harry could all but imagine her watery smile. "Because the baby's craving hot wings, and I know you don't like them."

Shaking his head, he promised, "Don't worry. Text me what you want. I'll be home soon."

"I—Thank you. B—Bye."

Harry's breath hitched, his phone still pressed to his ear even after she'd hung up. He knew what Y/n had been about to say, at least he was ninety percent sure he knew. He could only hope she was going to say, "I love you." Neither of them had said it to each other before, not wanting to get lost or caught up in the emotions of having to baby together. But Harry knew. He'd known for some time now. He just didn't want to scare her by just how deep his feelings went.

Slipping his phone into his pocket, Harry went back into the green room where the rest of the boys were. He took the ribbing they gave him for being "smitten" and "whipped." But he didn't care. Y/n was waiting for him to bring her dinner, and that was really all he could think about as the minutes ticked by until he could go home.

*.*

Collette

Y/n couldn't help the slacking of her jaw as she watched her husband.

Sure, she'd seen him a number of different ways—working out, doing handiwork around the house, performing onstage, dressed for a red carpet—but here, as he wore a tiara and held a tiny teacup with pretend tea in it and sat across from his daughter, Y/n had never been more turned on in her life.

Well, that wasn't entirely true. Yesterday it was the way her husband had offered to go to the grocery store for her, and just an hour ago it was how he hummed to himself while he made breakfast for her and Simone. Shirtless. By now, Y/n was fairly used to her attraction to Harry, but it was as if every little thing he did turned her on.

She'd read about this in a couple articles online and pregnancy books, that some pregnant people sometimes became extremely horny due to the hormonal changes happening in their bodies. When Y/n was pregnant with Simone, she never really...felt that way. Perhaps it was because she was so nervous and overwhelmed by the situation at hand, but now she was feeling it tenfold.

Needing to distract herself, Y/n went upstairs to the nursery to fold laundry. To nest, as Harry liked to tease. They'd been working on the nursery together for weeks in preparation for their second baby, and now it was nearly finished. Y/n and Harry let Simone pick out some of the decorations, like the fuzzy lion rug and Winnie the Pooh themed pillows and pick out toys she thought the baby might like. And now it was pretty much done, all that was needed was for the baby to be born.

Y/n had gone upstairs to distract herself, to keep Harry out of her line of sight so she wouldn't openly drool in front of Simone, but now she was alone with her imagination which was starting to run a little wild. She folded the baby clothes carefully as her mind stubbornly wandered. Harry's hands, his arms, his broad shoulders and sharp jaw. He was all she could think about, and the more she thought about him, the more she wanted him.

Would he want me?

They'd never really hooked up when Y/n was pregnant. Things were different then, more complicated, but Y/n didn't think Harry would be into her when she was significantly more round than usual. She didn't feel sexy or attractive, and she could only imagine Harry felt the same. They kissed and cuddled in bed, but since they found out she was pregnant, they didn't do much more than that. Y/n could only guess it was because she was showing now.

Later that afternoon, Y/n was in bed resting, the baby in her belly moving around a little too much to be comfortable. Simone was napping, and Harry was taking care of some things downstairs. Overall, it was a pretty relaxing day.

Minus the horniness, but Y/n tried to push that down.

She'd been doing a pretty good job of it until Harry burst into the room, sweaty and grimy and without a shirt, the article of clothing in question in his hands and covered in dirt and oil stains.

A flare of heat went straight to Y/n's cheeks as she subtly crossed one leg over the other, her stare zeroing in on her husband's chest. Before she could be caught, she blinked, meeting his gaze.

"What...What happened to you?"

"Your car needed an oil change," Harry said, as if that explained everything. "Might have run into some hiccups along the way, but it should be good to go."

It was enough to shake her from her lust-filled haze. "Why couldn't we just take it into the shop?"

Harry shrugged again as he headed for the bathroom, ditching his clothes as he went. Was he trying to kill me? you thought helplessly, your crossed legs doing nothing to soothe the ache between them.

"I did it. It's fine." Then the sound of the shower filled the bedroom, and steam slowly began to roll past the bathroom door. "The baby still kicking?"

His voice was echoey and faint, and Y/n didn't need much encouragement to imagine her husband all soapy and wet as he rinsed off. He didn't even invite her to join him. If this was what pregnancy did to her sex life, she was never getting pregnant again.

"Y—Yeah. A little."

"I'm sorry, Mama. You know, I read something about babies kicking at this stage. It..."

Y/n wanted to listen, but she just couldn't. She wanted him so bad she could barely think straight. And it frustrated her to no end that Harry probably didn't feel the same. He just breezed right past her when he came into their bedroom, barely even looked up as he shuffled into the bathroom for his shower. Every inch of her body was lined with need for him, and he...he just kept ignoring her.

Harry was still talking as he shuffled out of the bathroom, a towel slung low on his hips. The man standing before her was one big walking, talking tease—rivulets of water running over ridiculously prominent muscles, tattoos that she just wanted to touch, or kiss, or maybe lick, skin slightly pink from the shower, and that towel that seemed to be hanging onto him by a thread. If only she could just—

"Mama? Everything okay?"

Blushing, Y/n tried to pretend it wasn't taking everything in her to not jump him. "Yep. Perfect."

"Are you sure?" he asked skeptically. "You look a little flushed. Should I get you a cold towel—"

Y/n couldn't take it anymore. Unhindered by her baby bump, she sat up and surged forward, planting her hands firmly on Harry's shoulders and kissing him. To her surprise, he didn't recoil and instead rested one hand on her waist and one in her hair, pulling her closer to him.

His skin, still warm and a little damp from his shower, had never felt so delicious against hers. She wanted him to rip her clothes off, she wanted him to use a little force and push her back onto the bed, she wanted him to be rough with her. Tightening her grip, Y/n sunk her teeth into Harry's lip, hoping to get some kind of reaction from him.

"Mama, maybe we should—"

"Fuck, nevermind," she huffed, pushing Harry away from her. Falling back onto the bed, Y/n tried to make herself comfortable. She would've put her back to him and rested on her side, but her belly wouldn't have made that very possible.

"Y/n?"

"Go away."

"Baby, what—what's wrong? I just—"

Y/n, who had been pointedly not looking at Harry, glared harshly at him. "I get it. You find me repulsive now that I'm pregnant, which, can I just say is despicable—"

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked, confusion furrowing his brow.

Suddenly feeling uncomfortable, Y/n wrapped her arms around herself. "You won't—I mean you haven't—Okay, I'm just gonna say it. I'm horny all the fucking time, and you're—you barely even touch me!"

"That's not—" Harry sighed, running a hand over his face. "That's not even remotely true, Mama."

"Don't Mama me," Y/n said, not believing him entirely.

"Let's get one thing clear, Y/n. I don't find you repulsive," Harry said, inching closer to Y/n on the bed. "I—I don't even think that's possible."

"Then why won't you have sex with me?" Y/n asked, and when he began to laugh, she swatted at his arm. "Don't laugh at me! You don't get it!"

Before she could even think to protest, Harry hauled Y/n on his lap. She tried to stubbornly push him off, but he held her steady, on hand tilting her chin to look at him. "I've been worried about the baby."

"Huh?"

"The baby, darling. I didn't want to, like, hurt you or her or anything by, you know...going too hard." Harry's cheeks flushed, but he pressed on. "You really thought it was because I didn't want to be with you."

Y/n's nod was shame-filled at the hurt in his voice. "I can barely get you to wrap your arms around me, and these hormones are driving me absolutely insane, H."

Gently, Harry kissed the top of his wife's cheekbone. Smoothing back some of her hair, he said, "You honestly think I could resist you, Mama? It's been torture."

"Yeah?"

"Baby," he said, leaning Y/n back toward the bed. "You really think you're not an absolute dream right now? You think I don't want my mouth all over these gorgeous tits? You think I don't want my hands all over you? You think I'm not aching for you all the time?"

"I didn't think—"

"If you think for one second that I don't find you irresistible, then I'm a terrible husband." Harry made sure Y/n was comfortable against the pillows before kissing her once, then pushed the t-shirt she wore past her chest. "I'm sorry, Mama. I've just been looking out for the baby, I swear. Let me make it up to you?"

"H—How?"

"We'll be gentle. For now," he added at Y/n's squawk of protest. "I really don't want to do anything wrong, so let me just love on you, okay? Let me show you how fucking breathtaking you are."

Harry kissed a line down Y/n's entire body, and she struggled to keep it together when he made it to her thighs. Her breaths suddenly became unsteady, Harry's chuckle making her squirm when he finally moved her underwear aside.

Before he went any further, though, Y/n called his name, making him pause. "You really think I'm beautiful. Even with the belly?"

Eyes softening, Harry shimmied back up the bed to kiss Y/n on the lips. His mouth was soft against hers, but firm, a promise in them that she accepted happily. Harry's tongue was both familiar and reassuring against hers, warming her up from within.

"Believe me when I say that I've never seen anyone more beautiful than you, Y/n," he murmured. "I'm sorry I made you feel otherwise."

Blushing, Y/n beamed before kissing Harry repeatedly all over his face. "I love you, I love you, I love you," she said. "Now I really need you to fuck me."

Chuckling, Harry pushed his hair out of his face. "Let's start with make love, okay?"

Y/n wanted to pout, but she knew that was perhaps the safest option. It was sensible of Harry to look out for the baby, but now he had some making up to do. So she nodded and settled further into the pillows, kissing her husband once more before letting him worship her.

*.*

Maeve and Julian

"Just like that, Mama. That's perfect!"

Raising an eyebrow at her husband, she asked, "Are you even taking pictures of my face?"

Harry peeked his head from behind the camera. "Well...not right now, but this shot is perfect, I promise. Just a couple more seconds."

Y/n humored Harry just as he asked. He'd been really set on doing an at-home pregnancy photoshoot. Nothing extravagant, just her in a pair of jeans and a bouquet of flowers. Y/n of course said yes, but perhaps she was a tiny bit incentivized by a bubble bath and a back rub from her husband.

She tried to remain still, but then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw movement. "Simone! Easy!"

Harry looked over to his daughter. Simone played on the lawn where Harry decided the photoshoot would take place, spinning around and around in circles until she fell down in a heap of giggles. The second time she'd done it made Y/n nervous Simone would make herself sick, but Harry put a hand up to keep her where he wanted her.

"Come here, peanut! Let's take a picture with mummy," he called out, beckoning Simone over.

Simone rushed over, face flushed and eyes bright. She looked so much like Harry in that moment—big, squinty eyes, cheeky smile, crinkled nose—that Y/n nearly did a double take.

Setting down the bouquet of flowers, Y/n quickly shrugged on the loose robe she'd worn before Harry insisted on her taking it off. It was light and airy, perfect for the hot flashes she got on occasion, and perfect for what she imagined Harry had in mind until he told her his idea.

"Just trust the vision, Mama, he'd said before offering to untie the strings himself.

Once it was on, she reached for Simone and hoisted her up. Y/n ignored her husband's warning, opting to kiss her daughter's cheek instead. It was so important to Y/n that Simone didn't feel left out or upset about a new sibling when Y/n and Harry found out they were pregnant with Collette.

So far Simone had been positive about having another baby sister in the house, but Y/n was still cautious, still conscious of her oldest daughter's feelings now that she was pregnant again. And baby bump seemed to be growing bigger by the day, and she wanted to hold and cuddle and play with her daughter as much as she could before she couldn't do much more than waddle around.

"I'm sitting on the babies!" Simone giggled, making Y/n laugh too. Harry had stopped his protests, which told Y/n that he was back to snapping his pictures.

"What do you think, little melon? Should we get baby Collette in the picture too?" Y/n asked after Harry had snapped photos from a few different angles.

"Will you at least sit down?" Harry asked, exasperated by Y/n trying to overexert herself.

"You worry too much," she told him, but did as he asked anyway after taking Simone from her bouncer.

Collette nestled against Y/n immediately, her little cheek squished and lips puffed out as she rested on her mother's chest. Simone stood over Y/n and Collette, peering down at her sister's face curiously.

"She's sleepy, Mommy," she said, reaching down to gently hold Collette's hand.

"Yeah, it's almost nap time," Y/n told Simone. Then, to Harry, "How are we doing, Daddy? Collette's going down and I have to pump."

"Go ahead and put her down. Simone and I will play for a little bit, won't we, peanut? Maybe take a couple more pictures?"

"Yeah!"

Simone was always game for anything Harry suggested, as if each word that came from her father's mouth was pure gold. Y/n admired how much she loved her dad, but sometimes they could be a troublesome duo, Simone asking for something and Harry giving in without a thought.

After Harry trotted over to help Y/n to her feet, she shuffled inside, heading up to the nursery to lay Collette down for a nap. She planned to set Collette down in her crib, but something made her head for the rocking chair in the opposite corner of the room instead. Settling herself down with the baby, Y/n began to rock back and forth, humming idly as she waited for Collette's eyes to close.

It didn't take long, but Y/n kept on holding her daughter anyway, content to rock back and forth and rest her legs after the trek up the stairs. She'd never admit it to Harry, but being pregnant with two babies instead of one this time around was taking a toll on her much sooner than her other pregnancies. Her husband was already a mother hen when Y/n was pregnant, she didn't need to add fuel to that well-kept fire.

"Isn't that a sight."

Looking up, Y/n found Harry at the foot of the nursery, looking at where Collette slept soundly against her bare chest. Y/n had undone her robe once more for skin-to-skin contact with the baby, something she liked to do when she was alone. It made her feel more connected to Collette somehow, and she found that Collette fell asleep easier that way. It was a lazy afternoon, there wasn't much Y/n needed to worry about—it honestly felt pretty perfect.

"She sleeps better this way," Y/n said by way of explanation.

"I believe it," Harry replied, a mischievous twinkle in his eye that Y/n pointedly ignored.

"Where's Simone?" Y/n asked, still rocking.

Harry gestured behind him with his camera. "Downstairs watching a show. We agreed on two episodes before bathtime."

Y/n raised an amused brow at their daughter's negotiation tactics, but decided not to comment on it. "I'll come down in a bit. I still need to put her down and pump."

Grinning, Harry said, "You couldn't get out of that chair, could you?"

"It's a comfortable chair," Y/n said with a shrug, not wanting to let her husband know he was spot on.

"Oh, I know," he said. "I've fallen asleep in that thing more times than I care to admit."

Coming into the room, Harry carefully took Collette from Y/n, kissing her head before laying her down in the crib. Once she was settled and Y/n's clothes were righted once more, Harry reached a hand down to her. She let him help her up, even let him tie up her robe again, resigned to his fussing.

"You need to take it easy. The doctor said early labor is common with twins."

"I know, I am," Y/n reassured. "How can I do anything but take it easy when I have my own personal nurse?"

Harry looked at his wife flatly. "Ha. Ha. Now get your cute butt to our room so you can pump and then help me with bathtime."

"Simone's really quite reasonable—"

"She insists that I do it wrong," Harry said, genuinely confused by his daughter's antics.

Kissing his cheek, Y/n checked on the baby monitor once before leaving the nursery. "I'll be as quick as I can, then I'll show you how it's done."

Harry followed her out, heading for the stairs while Y/n went to their room. "Mum of the year!" he said before jogging down to Simone.

Too right, Y/n thought, a smile spreading across her face.

*.*

Geneva

"Mommy?"

"Yeah, babydoll?"

"How does baby sister get in your belly?"

Y/n's eyes widened as she looked down at where Maeve was pressed against her side. They were relaxing by the pool, watching from the shade as Harry tossed the other kids and splashed around in the shallow end. Maeve had joined in on the fun before, but she'd waded out of the pool a few minutes ago for a break from the sun. Her little cheeks were red, long brown hair stringy from the chlorine. Y/n brushed Maeve's hair away from her face as she tried to come up with an answer. Coming up short, she rested her hand on her protruding belly.

"Why are you asking Maevie?"

"Daddy said baby sister is in your belly," Maeve said, poking Y/n's baby bump with a sun-warmed finger. "But how did it get there?"

"You know...that's a great question," Y/n said, raising her hand to shade her eyes as she looked over to where Harry was waist-deep in the pool. His dark hair was plastered to his neck and shoulders in a curly tangle, water droplets glistening on his tan skin.

To this day, Harry was still the most beautiful man she'd ever laid eyes on. Now that they were stuck at home, he took his brief moments of alone time in the form of working out, but only after baking had gained him a few pounds. Y/n never minded, she loved his body any which way it looked.

Eyes dipping down to his waist and below, she definitely couldn't hide how much she appreciated his body now.

"Mommy!"

Shaking herself out of her stupor, she looked down at Maeve, who was clearly determined to get to the bottom of the baby in her mom's belly.

"Right. Sorry babydoll." Y/n hoisted Maeve onto her lap. "Mommy and Daddy...love each other so much. So...when mommies and daddies love each other, they...make a wish on a shooting star...for a baby."

"Really?"

Y/n tried not to laugh at her own ridiculous response as she nodded. "Of course. And then our wish came true, and in a few months, we'll have baby sister."

"Oh." Maeve seemed to think about it for a moment, a small finger on Y/n's belly. "And you wished for me and JuJu too?"

Y/n nodded, holding Maeve's cheeks in her hands. "Absolutely. We wished so hard we got twins!"

Maeve scampered back to the pool a few minutes later, calling out to Harry to help her put on her water wings so she could jump in the pool. Content to watch all the fun from her lounge chair, Y/n stayed back, smiling faintly at all the giggles and squeals of joy as Harry repeatedly tossed one child after another into the pool.

Now alone, she thought about Maeve's question a little more in-depth. As far as she and Harry were concerned, they were done having kids after the twins. Four kids was just the right amount of chaos, and things were finally getting back to normal—or as normal as they could be amid a global lockdown—after the separation.

Not that anyone else in their family seemed to be, but Y/n and Harry were surprised to find out she was pregnant again. At the time. Of course, in hindsight, there was a night when Harry and Y/n couldn't keep off each other. It had been after the first night they'd really spent together as a couple again, and after that, it was as if a dam had broken and Y/n and Harry were reliving their honeymoon phase.

But surprised as they were, they took it in stride. Both of them were nervous about Y/n having a baby in such serious circumstances, but they would take the proper precautions to ensure her and the baby's safety. They were ready for this, ready to do it all again.

"You know Maeve asked me where babies come from today?" Y/n asked later in the evening.

Everyone except for her and Harry were fast asleep, tuckered out from a long day of playing in the sun. Harry had just come back from tucking the twins in and singing them a song like he always did, and now he and Y/n were side by side in their shared bathroom as they got ready for bed.

"Did she? Wait—Can you help me?" Harry asked, gesturing to his red shoulders and back.

Y/n picked up the aloe lotion she kept around just for this reason and squeezed some into her hand and began spreading it over her husband's back. "Not in those words, but she asked how her baby sister ended up in my belly."

"We've never gotten that question, have we?" he mused. "What did you say?"

"That we wished on a shooting star," Y/n shrugged, then explained her short conversation with their daughter about how babies ended up in bellies.

Harry became quiet for a moment. He'd been listening as she rubbed lotion onto his shoulders, but this was different. No one else would've been able to notice his subtle change in demeanor, but Y/n did. She'd known him long enough to read every shift of his posture and line of his body.

"What is it?" she asked, turning him around to face her.

"I just...I just barely stopped short of wishing on stars to have all this again."

Things didn't immediately go back to normal when Harry moved back in. Y/n put on a good front for the sake of the kids, but it was awkward. Neither of them knew how to act around each other, and it took a few weeks for Y/n to trust that Harry was back for good. Even when they had to quarantine, she worried he'd check out, turn to his music for peace of mind. Harry knew all of his wife's reservations, of course, and he didn't blame her for having them. He'd left, that was a choice he made. At the time, he'd done what he thought was best for his family, but he knew now that he only put more distance between himself and his kids, his wife, and he'd regret every minute they spent apart for a long time.

"I love you, H," Y/n said, cupping his cheek in her hand. It was scratchy under her palm, as Harry had taken to being more lax about shaving during lockdown. "I—We would not be...here if I didn't want this, all of this, with you. You know that, don't you?"

He nodded, eyes closing for just a moment. Harry knew he would've been spending his days in a guest bedroom if Y/n wanted that from him. But they worked past their issues, were still working on them, in some ways.

"I know," he promised. "It just hits me sometimes how lucky I am to have you. Not just as a wife and mother, but you, Y/n. I can't—I couldn't handle a single moment without you."

Looking away, Y/n fanned her face, blushing furiously at the tears that welled in her eyes. "You know I get emotional at the drop of a hat, you ass."

Harry merely smiled, letting the somber moment pass. Taking her hands in his, he led her out of the bathroom. "Doesn't make what I said any less true."

Rolling her eyes, Y/n said, "Whatever. Let's go back to talking about how you played mermaids for two whole hours with Simone and Collette."

"I still don't really get it," Harry said, pulling back the fluffy comforter of their bed back. "The girls changed the color of their tails every two minutes. And why does a mermaid need to control fire? Talking to animals I get, but what good is fire underwater?"

Harry looked genuinely perplexed, but Y/n could only laugh. Her husband indulged in almost every one of his daughters' whims, and games where he had to pretend to be a mythical creature was no different. She wouldn't be surprised if packages filled with mermaid paraphernalia arrived in the mail within the next few days so that everyone could really get into character.

She didn't think it often, but right then, Y/n wondered what people would make of the Harry Styles pondering the continuity of his daughters' favorite pool game.

*.*

Natalia

Harry: At the grocery store. Need anything?

Y/n: Your dick, please.

Harry: So...is that in the same aisle as the condoms or...?

Y/n: Don't be mean. I need you.

Harry: That's why I'm going to the store, baby. You asked me to pick up snacks for you this morning for your cravings.

Y/n: I changed my mind. The kids are napping and/or playing in their rooms and/or watching tv.

Y/n: Come fuck me.

Y/n: Please???

Harry: As soon as I get home I'm all yours, baby. I promise.

Y/n sent an image

Y/n: You're really saying no?

Harry: Mama...

Harry: That's from the pregnancy shoot we did.

Y/n: Ass. I'm putting my clothes back on.

Harry: Don't you dare.

Harry: You really want me to abandon the cart? I was just grabbing the pizza bagels you liked.

Y/n is typing...

Y/n: Get the pizza bagels. THEN come home and fuck me.

Harry: Got it. Get ready for me, Mama.

Y/n: !!!

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More Than Enough

(Tommy Shelby One Shot)

As some of you will know if you’ve seen any of my posts, I’ve not had any motivation to write and have really felt my inspiration dwindling on a daily basis. I had a little bit of that motivation come back to me this evening so I thought I’d use it to write this short one shot. It was quite hard to write as I feel like my self belief is at a low right now so I was questioning myself a lot when writing it but fuck it, I’ve finally completed a WIP after weeks of not writing, I hope you enjoy!

Day had slowly turned into night in what had felt like only a matter of minutes in your bedroom, the only light now coming from the fireplace and a lamp that was lit on your desk. The comfort of the fire warmed you as the air grew cold.

Piles of invitations were laid upon the wooden surface with various addresses to the wealthiest people within England and Scotland. This charity ball had better get you a lot of fucking money after all the time you’d put into it, not to mention the cramp that was now very apparent in your fingers.

“Come to bed love, it’s getting late”, Tommy whispered against your shoulder before moving the strap of your nightie to the side and gently laying a kiss on your bare skin.

“I will my love, I’ve just got a few…”, you began, getting cut off swiftly by an exasperated sigh from your husband that caught you off guard.

“Y/N, you’ve been at this for hours, you need to get some rest. I would also like to spend some time with my wife. Please, come to bed”

You turned to look at him standing there in just his boxer shorts, a look of pleading in his expression. Those eyes of blue almost boring right through you, making you melt like they had the first day you’d made contact with them.

You sighed feeling guilty, “I know, Tom. But if I don’t do it then who the fuck will? They’re meant to be delivered to everyone tomorrow and I feel like if they’re not perfect then I’ll be judged even more than I already am”

A wave of insecurity swept over you unexpectedly. Fuck you hated that feeling, never feeling like the life you’d married into was something you deserved. The money, the big house, the handsome gangster husband. None of it.

“Who do you think is judging you, the people invited?”, his eyebrow raised as he took a step toward you, kneeling at your side, “don’t take any notice of what they say, they’re all twats in expensive suits”

You nodded your head and averted his gaze, instead choosing to pick a spot on the floor to focus on.

“I know what they say, Tom. ‘What’s a girl like that doing with a man like him? A former peasant girl who used to have to beg for scraps on the street? She’s probably only with him for the money! Oh, and the maids too, they do everything for her’”

“Who have you heard say that? You tell me and I’ll send Arthur round to have a chat with them, no one talks about my wife like that!”

He stood with his fists balled at his sides, his knuckles white from the tension. Grabbing his arm you pulled yourself up and squeezed him gently, his muscles tight under your grip.

“No! Please don’t, it’s not a big deal”, you used your free hand to bring his face towards yours, “All I’m saying is I’m well aware that they don’t think highly of me. I just want to show them I’m no longer that peasant girl who had to beg for food and money, that I’m capable of organising a charity event and doing as much for it on my own as I can without the help of staff or other influences. I want them to know I work hard, Tom”

He hadn’t taken his eyes off you the whole time you’d been speaking, too fixated on every word you were saying. He brought his hands up to either side of your face and cupped your cheeks.

“You work harder than any of those fuckers that are invited, the only reason they’re on the guest list is cause they have money, and lots of it. They don’t have a clue what shit you went through to end up on the streets or how we met, which if I remember rightly wasn’t when you were still having to sleep in the gutters. They don’t know fuck all about anything, none of them do”, he said, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs.

Bringing your hands up you held onto either one of his wrists, your thumb on the back of his hand.

“I know love, I just want to show I’m enough. Enough to be deserving of this life we’ve built. Enough to be with you when there are so many other beautiful women out there who would drop their knickers for you with just a snap of your fingers”

He chuckled then before his expression turned soft, moving his face closer to yours, hands still cupping your cheeks.

“Darling, you’re more than enough. You always have been”

His lips connected with yours in a soft swoop, holding themselves there for a while before curving up into a smile.

You smiled back feeling a rush of warmth in your chest, the butterflies fluttering around in your stomach making themselves known.

“Now c’mon, bed”

This time you didn’t have a choice in the matter as he swiftly swept you up into his arms and carried you towards the bed. You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours, the signature smell of whiskey and cigarettes moving to your nose.

Placing you down onto the bed he knelt over you and kissed you again, this time with more passion.

“I think it’s time I show you just how wrong those people are, how it’s really me who is unworthy to be with you, Mrs. Shelby”

The firelight continued to flicker, casting shadows around the room, the plans of finishing the invitations now well and truly gone.

Right here in this very moment, in your big expensive house, on the expensive Egyptian cotton bedding beneath you on your expensive four poster bed, the only thing that mattered was that the love of your life truly believed that you had always been enough, no matter what.

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 8 months

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Note: let the games begin. can't wait for the "I could fix him" comments. anyway, direct follow up to part 6! other parts are here.

Warnings: angst. toxic relationship, manipulation, gaslighting, possessive behaviour, suggestive. mention of blood,murder and drugs.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: Sihtric came back home to you, covered in blood, and he expected you to believe every lie he told you.

wordcount: 3,8k

Masterlist

'I think you had a little too much wine there.'

'I did not kill anyone,' Sihtric lied when you asked what had happened.

You leaned against your bathroom wall and watched your mechanic dry his hands, after he had been washing the blood off his skin for minutes, leaving your sink splattered with red droplets. You didn't want to let Sihtric in your house at first, but he had simply pushed past you. And when you started to question him, he became hostile.

'Where… where does all this blood come from, Sihtric?'

You felt sick to your stomach upon the sight of your sink.

'I only fought, okay? I only punched someone in the face,' Sihtric lied again, 'stop asking about what happened,' he said sternly and threw the towel in your dirty sink.

'But you… you can't expect me to-'

Sihtric walked over to you and took your face in his hands. He stared down at you with his big, piercing, wild eyes as he trapped you against the wall.

'Stop asking,' Sihtric said, 'you will stop questioning my story, you hear me?' he breathed hard as his eyes darted over your face, 'you will forget whatever you saw today. You won't mention it to anyone, ever. Yeah?'

'Y-yeah,' you said, averting your eyes.

'No,' Sihtric hissed, 'look at me!' he commanded, and you looked back up into his mismatched eyes. 'I did it to protect you,' he said, and his expression softened as he lightly caressed your cheeks with his thumbs, 'I did it because I love you, you understand that?'

You simply nodded and held your breath.

'You love me?' he asked as his hands trailed down to your waist, 'tell me you love me.'

'I- I love you,' you whispered.

You cursed yourself for still enjoying his touch, after everything, and you allowed him to lean his forehead against yours.

'Again,' Sihtric smiled darkly, 'tell me you love me, little lady,' he licked his lips, 'tell me you're mine.'

'I love you.'

'Tell me you're mine,' he breathed.

'I'm… yours.'

'Good,' Sihtric sighed.

You slept in Sihtric's arms that night. And for the first time since you got together, he almost felt like a stranger. The way he had acted, the way he had spoken to you, you had never seen this controlling and possessive side of him before. Except, maybe in the hospital.

You laid awake that night, remembering how Sihtric had demanded to see you in the hospital, after his crash, and how he had hurt you with his bruising grip. He hadn't done that again after that day, but his behaviour seemed to slowly turn towards that same direction; he was holding you in a firm grip, figurally this time.

And despite everything, you were still head over heels in love with him, and you hoped it had just been a really strange day.

Eventually you fell asleep, thinking that tomorrow might be better.

Sihtric woke up before you, as he had to go to work. He was starting to make more hours this week, slowly building up his previous work life again. He had kissed you goodbye and you vaguely remembered hearing his motorcycle engine rev before he rode off into the sunrise.

When you woke up, you found a handwritten note on the pillow next to you;

Come see me at work, I'm working alone after 3. I'll take you back home.

I love you, darling x

You felt your cheeks burn up at the note, and you made sure to do your daily errands as fast as possible.

You quickly packed a small backpack, with some clothes more suitable for a bike ride than the dress you had on, but you wanted to look nice for Sihtric when he'd see you, so you would change over there. And then you finally took a bus to the repair shop.

You hopped off the bus in your floral summer dress and made haste to your mechanic, who you found shirtless, smudged with oil and grease as he leaned in a car, working on an engine once again. Sihtric looked up when he heard someone walk in, and he gave you a cocky smile as he leaned his elbows on the car.

'What's a pretty lady like you doing in a place like this?' he flirted, and it made your face heat up straight away, as per usual.

'Hmm… my car broke down, sir,' you grinned, playing along.

'I see,' Sihtric nodded with a sly smile and closed the hood of the car, 'and how can I help you, lady?' he asked while he wiped his greasy hands on a towel, which he then threw over his shoulder.

'I'm not sure,' you twirled your hair as you walked up to him, 'is it true you guys offer a ride home?'

Sihtric bit down on his lip, circling his filthy arm around your waist and he pulled you against his sweaty, greasy body. He hummed softly as he looked down at you with a cheeky smile.

'Perhaps,' Sihtric taunted, 'but I don't have a car. However,' he licked his lips and slid his hand down to your buttocks, 'you could spread those beautiful legs for me right now, and I'll promise I'll give you a good ride,' he winked and squeezed your ass.

You giggled and slapped his chest.

'Sihtric! You heathen,' you laughed, completely flushed, 'don't be like that, you're at work.'

'And?' he frowned, 'there's no one here. And you're teasing me with that dress, lady.'

'Maybe, but… you're not serious, are you?'

'I am serious, lady,' Sihtric said, settling his other hand on your hip, 'did you forget what I told you?' he smiled and leaned in, softly nuzzling your nose before he pecked your lips.

'Hm?' you hummed, smiling, 'told me what?'

'I told you,' Sihtric said, pulling away from you while holding your hands, 'that I'm taking what's mine,' he growled and spun you around, bending you over the hood of the car, 'whenever I fucking want.'

'Sihtric,' you breathed, your head was spinning as his big, rough hands grabbed your hips.

And god, how horny you were right now, it was a sin. But the fear of someone walking in on you two held you back. But Sihtric clearly didn't care about that, as he pushed up your skirt and unclasped his belt.

'Sihtric, no,' you giggled.

You pushed yourself back up and turned around.

'But I want you,' he said, 'now.'

'Yes, and I want you too,' you breathed, 'but anyone can just walk in on us.'

Sihtric sighed and clicked his tongue, then he took your chin.

'And?'

'Can't you… get fired for that?' you frowned.

'I own half of this shop, lady,' Sihtric said sternly, and he pushed your skirt up again, 'I can do whatever the fuck I want,' he smiled darkly and unzipped his dirty cargo pants, 'and right now,' he seated you up on the car, 'all I want to do,' he pulled down your panties, 'is fuck my girl.'

Sihtric captured your lips in a heated kiss, and you surrendered yourself completely in his strong, greasy arms, and let him have his way with you. And god, he felt good. The way he filled you up completely, and how you heard his low, heavy grunts in your ear as he pulled your hair. Sihtric knew exactly how to fuck you hard, and still make you feel loved entirely.

And luckily, no one walked in.

After the sudden hot, rough, and rather quick sex, you got dressed in your jeans and t-shirt, while Sihtric closed up the workplace and cleaned himself up. He put on his leather jacket and looked up over his shades as you approached him, and he smiled. Sihtric circled his arm around your waist and pulled you in for a soft kiss.

'You good, love?' he asked sweetly, 'did you like that, baby?'

'Yeah,' you smiled, feeling a little tired, and wrapped your arms around his neck.

'Good,' Sihtric whispered and pecked your lips.

'Did you like it?' you suddenly wondered.

Sihtric chuckled lightly and whispered, 'I loved it, lady,' before he gave you a tender kiss, 'and I love you.'

'I love you too,' you smiled shyly.

You hated yourself for how he could make you so easily aroused and shy all the same within the blink of an eye.

Sihtric took your hand and walked you out of the garage. He got on his bike, and as he was about to push his motorcycle off the standard, he changed his mind. He looked at you, smiled, and turned around in the seat of his bike, then took your hand and pulled you closer.

'Come,' Sihtric said sweetly.

You got on his bike, seated in your regular spot, except this time you faced Sihtric, instead of looking at his back, and he wrapped your legs around his waist as you sat pressed up against him. His hand rested on your waist and one cupped your cheek, smiling softly as he looked at you, biting down on his lip. Your eyes darted over his black shades, not being able to see his eyes through them, so you took them off. You smiled at each other and you snuck your hands under his leather jacket, holding onto his waist as he leaned slightly back on his bike.

'How lucky I am,' Sihtric said with a smug face, and he pulled you in for a few soft kisses.

'And me,' you whispered, completely head over heels.

Sihtric hummed softly when he kissed you again, and you had a heated, yet gentle make out session on his motorcycle. Something you could cross off your bucket list, you later thought.

'You're my girl,' Sihtric whispered against your lips as he held you close.

'Only yours,' you smiled and kissed his lips again.

You felt Sihtric softly bite your lip, and he tugged it lightly with his teeth, making you chuckle.

'Tell me you love me,' he breathed.

'I love you,' you whispered.

Sihtric hummed. 'How much, baby?'

'So fucking much,' you managed to say in between his open mouthed kisses, 'I'll do anything for you,' you nearly moaned as you tugged his jacket.

'Anything, love?' he chuckled softly.

'Anything, Sihtric.'

And Sihtric smiled against your lips, knowing he had you completely wrapped around his finger. And he would be the first to admit; you had him wrapped around your finger all the same. But you weren't aware of how smitten he was, or how to use it for your own benefit at times. Whereas Sihtric was cunning enough to realise how to use you, if he had to, or when he simply wanted to.

'Alright,' Sihtric smiled and gave you one last, soft kiss, 'let's go. I'm taking you out for dinner.'

You felt a little out of place as you sat in some fancy, high class restaurant. The food was delicious, the atmosphere was pleasant, but this was way above your budget. You figured not to question Sihtric, and you just enjoyed watching him devour a steak. He fucks like a beast and eats like a beast, you thought, and you fought a grin tugging at your lips.

Sihtric was sweet to you again today, like how he had been with you when you first met, until the more recent events. He joked around and made you laugh, and after you both had finished your dinner, he moved to sit next to you. Sihtric wrapped his arm around your neck and gave you soft, sloppy kisses, for everyone to see, to which some elderly couples gave you two a disapproving look. But Sihtric didn't care, it only amused him. You were his, and he had no shame showing his love for you in public. You, on the other hand, were a little uncomfortable with displaying your affection in public, you had never really done so in your previous relationships, but as Sihtric took the lead, you simply followed.

When Sihtric paid for everything, you couldn't help noticing that the name on the credit card he used didn't match his own. It didn't even come close to his own name, actually. You didn't say anything about it and politely thanked the waiter before he left your table. Sihtric said he needed the toilet before heading out and pecked your lips, brushing his fingers sweetly over your cheek before he got up. You smiled at him, and when he walked off, your eyes landed on his leather jacket next to you, in which he had just tucked his wallet. You fought the urge for a moment, but your curiosity won. You innocently looked over your shoulder, and when all seemed clear, you reached for his wallet. You found the credit card he used and frowned at the name again, it didn't make any sense. And when you shoved the card back, you suddenly saw his wallet held five more credit cards, all with different names, none of them matching Sihtric's own name.

You thought about your recent discovery as you had your arms wrapped around your biker boyfriend when he brought you home. You tried to come up with rational reasons as to why he would have those cards, but you had to stop fooling yourself. The only reason he would have them was if he's either a fraud and took out money using fake names, or he had stolen all of those credit cards without the victims realising it yet. And neither of those reasons appealed to you.

Back home you tried to bite your tongue again, but it was just impossible.

'You had a good evening?' Sihtric asked when he held you in his arms, while watching tv on your couch.

'Yeah,' you smiled, 'thank you.' You kissed his cheek.

'You're welcome, baby,' Sihtric hummed, 'one more?'

You fought a smile and gave him another kiss.

'But,' you began, 'I, eh,' you cleared your throat, 'I couldn't help notice the, eh, credit card you used. The name on it was not yours, was it?'

Sihtric frowned, 'what do you mean, love?'

You stared into his eyes, trying to find anything in there that would give you a hint of what goes on inside his head, but there was nothing.

'T-the name on your card,' you stammered, 'it… it wasn't yours.'

'Yes it was,' Sihtric chuckled lightly.

'No, it wasn't.'

'Don't be so silly, baby,' he scoffed, 'I don't know what you're talking about. You must be mistaken.'

Sihtric took your chin and gave you a soft kiss.

'But… okay, then show me the card?'

'What?' he asked.

'Show me the credit card,' you said.

'Why would I do that?' Sihtric asked, offended, losing the sweet demeanour in his voice and posture, 'I already told you, you're mistaken.'

'But I saw… I'm not-'

'You don't believe me, lady?'

'I know what I saw, Sihtric,' you scoffed.

'So you're calling me a liar?' Sihtric gave you a sudden threatening stare.

'N…no,' you said and looked away from him, but he took your chin again and forced your eyes back up to his.

'Then what are you saying here? Hm?' he asked and moved his hands up in your hair, 'what are you accusing me of?'

Sihtric stared at you as he bit down on his lip, and for some reason you felt lightheaded.

'N-nothing,' you said quietly, 'I'm sorry.'

'Mhm,' Sihtric hummed and kissed your lips, 'I think you had a little too much wine there.'

'Yeah… m-maybe,' you agreed, pulling him in for another kiss.

Sihtric quickly learned that whenever you questioned things, he could easily make you forgive and forget by just making out with you, or even better; having sex. And you didn't even realise it.

A few weeks later you met up with your friend, Thyra, who wanted to know all about that good looking guy you had been sharing pictures of on your social media.

'So, what does this Sihtric do?' Thyra asked and sipped her drink.

'He's a mechanic,' you said with your mouth full of food.

'Oh,' Thyra smiled and gave you a cheeky grin, 'I see. Tell me more.'

'Well,' you giggled, 'oh,' you said as your phone buzzed, 'speaking of… hold on,' you opened Sihtric's texts.

Sihtric: where are you?

Sihtric: baby?

Sihtric: hello???

Sihtric: answer me!

You: calm down love

You: I'm over at Sam's Bar

Sihtric: why? how?

Sihtric: with who?

You: I'm with my friend

You: Thyra. and I took a bus x

Sihtric: are you drinking baby? x

You: no?

Sihtric: I'll pick you up

'What…' you sighed, 'sorry, hold on,' you smiled at Thyra.

You: honey what do you mean

You: I just got here?

Sihtric: I'm picking you up baby

You: no, why? I don't want to go home yet

Sihtric: this is not a matter of discussion

Sihtric: I'm coming over

You: okay but at least stay for a drink?

Sihtric: maybe love x

You shook your head lightly.

'Is he already giving you trouble?' Thyra laughed.

'I don't know, but he's coming over,' you chuckled, 'he's… quite something.'

'How so?'

'Well,' you hesitated, 'I recently found out he's a member of the Ragnarsons.'

Thyra stared at you.

'What?' she scoffed, 'the biker gang?'

You nodded and quickly took a sip of your drink.

'An outlaw? Girl,' Thyra frowned, 'what are you doing with a guy like that?'

'I.. he's… I love him,' you said shyly.

'I… don't even know what to say. How- like, how far in it is he?'

You looked away from your friend.

'Hey,' Thyra said firmly, 'spill it.'

'Fuck,' you groaned, 'do you remember that warehouse fire a while ago?'

'Yeah,' Thyra said, her face growing concerned.

'He… he did that,' you said softly.

Thyra stared at you again. 'You've got to be joking.'

'Don't tell anyone, okay? I'm not even supposed to talk about this.'

'What does that mean?'

'Sihtric, he told me to not… you know, discuss his business with others.'

'And is that the only thing he tells you to do?' she asked, cautiously.

'Well, I guess,' you shrugged, 'he's quite persistent, but I haven't done anything I didn't want to.'

'What does that- what did you do?'

'Well,' you felt your face heat up, 'we kinda… well, not kinda, we had sex while he was at work. That was a first for me.'

'What?' Thyra suddenly laughed, 'at his work? The garage?'

'Yeah,' you grinned, 'the shop was still open.'

'Are you… you're telling me you had sex in public?'

'Yeah, but, no one saw us!' you said quickly, 'and… he's like… he fucks like really good,' you blurted out and laughed.

Thyra sat back, shocked, and she shook her head disapprovingly.

'What are you doing, honey?' she asked softly and took your hand, 'sex in public? Dating a guy who committed arson, and probably a whole bunch of other crimes…'

'I don't know about much else. I only know he has a bunch of credit cards that don't have his name on it. And he deals drugs?'

'What?!' Thyra yelled.

'Shh!' you hushed her fast.

'Please tell me you went to the cops?' she hissed.

'What? no!' you scoffed, 'I'm not turning in my boyfriend! I asked him about it, and he told me not to worry about it, okay? And he took me to this fancy place after we had sex at his work, so, you know, he treats me well.'

'Gods,' Thyra whispered, 'this isn't you,' she said, 'since when are you okay with all this?'

'I'm not, I mean…' you sighed and buried your face in your hands, 'I don't know, okay. I just- I only know that I love him.'

'Love him?' Thyra scoffed, 'sure. You love his cock it seems.'

'What the fuck is that supposed to mean?' you snarled.

'Oh, come on, since when are you so naive?' Thyra asked, 'this guy clearly manipulates you. You confront him about things, he fucks you, and you simply forget about it.'

'That's not true,' you said, hurt.

'That's what it looks like,' Thyra said, 'look, I am not telling you what to do with your life. But please, be careful. These biker guys,' she shook her head, 'they are no good. None of them.'

'But he said he wants out, you know, of the club.'

'And you believe him?'

'Well, yeah.'

'Did he tell you that before or after he fucked you?'

'Both,' you admitted after a moment of silence.

'What else are you not telling me,' Thyra asked, 'I can tell you're hiding something. I promise I won't rat him out, but you have to share whatever it is. Or it will eat you up, I know you. Is he asking you to do things for that club?'

'No!' you said, 'he tries to keep me away from everything.'

'Then what is it?'

Reluctantly you told her about the day you had that encounter with the fellow biker, who handed Sihtric drugs in your presence, and how Sihtric came back home to you, covered in blood.

'He said he only fought.'

'Is he…' Thyra's eyes grew wide, 'is he the guy who killed his half brother?'

'What?' you said, bewildered, 'no!'

'Are you sure? Because I read about that in the news, I think it was a day after you said that stuff happened.'

'No!' you defended your boyfriend, 'he would… he'd never do that,' doubt settled in your bones as you continued, 'I, he never… he never said he had a brother in the first place.'

'Well, if he killed him, I suppose he wasn't very fond of him, makes sense he wouldn't mention him' Thyra remarked, 'I don't remember his name, I only remember they wrote that the guy had an eyepatch,' she said.

Your stomach turned at her words, remembering the biker at the traffic light. You had no idea he was apparently dead. But surely, Sihtric wouldn't have done that? He told you he only got into a fight that night. Maybe something had happened after Sihtric already left?

'Tell me,' Thyra said, 'how much do you really know about this guy?'

'Enough,' you lied, 'and I know that I love him,' you said, truthfully.

And just as you said those words, you heard Sihtric's motorcycle approach, and you glanced over your shoulder. You and Thyra watched him park his bike and he took off his helmet. He hung his helmet on the handlebar and put on his shades. And as Sihtric walked up to you, he took off his leather jacket, showing off his muscular arms as he wore a dark grey sleeveless shirt.

'Oh, girl,' Thyra sighed as she saw Sihtric approach, 'you are simply kept cock drunk by that guy.'

You didn't even hear her as you looked at Sihtric, who gave you his sexy half smile as he walked up to your table and he lowered his shades for you. He took your chin and leaned in.

'Hey, baby,' Sihtric purred with a wink, and gave you a quick open mouthed kiss.

'Hey, handsome,' you giggled as you looked up at him, completely smitten.

And Thyra immediately saw the way Sihtric had you wrapped around his finger when he sat down next to you, putting his arm around your neck, keeping you locked against his side, in a possessive manner.

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coffeebeans18 · 2 years

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Think You Can Take Us Both?

Sam and Dean Winchester Smut

I'm definitely going to hell after writing this absolute masterpiece.

Summary: Y/n's been admitted to a hospital for sex addicts, run by Sam and Dean Winchester.

Pairings: Doctor!Sam x Patient!Y/n, Doctor!Dean x Patient!Y/n

Not wincest, being that Sam and Dean aren't intentionally being sexual with each other. Just with Y/n.

Warnings: Patient/doctor abuse, Size kink, Degrading kink, Sex addiction.

No One's POV

It was a seemingly normal Thursday afternoon for Y/n. Or at least, it was normal considering that she's in a hospital for sex addicts. She's in Dr. Dean's office for her daily therapy session. Even though Y/n has therapy every day, her sex addiction only seems to be getting worse. Her need for sex isn't getting better, like Dr. Sam and Dean had hoped. Y/n was one of the people they had seen hope for. They hoped that Y/n would get better, but she's been in this hospital for 6 months and still, no progress.

Y/n's POV

I'm in another stupid therapy session, with Dr. Winchester. I hate these therapy sessions. They don't make my need for sex any weaker. Probably because my therapist is one sexy son of a bitch. His brother's pretty hot, too. They're this hot and decided to open up a sex addict hospital?

"Y/n, are you with me?" He calls, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Um, yes, doctor. Sorry."

"It's alright, sweetness. Just try and stay focused."

I nod, looking into his green eyes. I want him to fuck me senseless while making direct eye contact with me, making me stare into those perfect eyes. How does someone get blessed with such perfection?

"You're addiction, it's not getting any better. Most patients we've had have gotten better within a few weeks, or maybe one or two months."

"So?"

"You've been here for 6 months, Y/n. We need to find a fix for you. My brother and I, we've talked about your case multiple times. And we just can't seem to understand why you're still here. Why you're not getting any better."

Because I want you and your brother to do unholy things to me. I want you to make me scream your names. I want you to shoot hot cum into my pussy. I wanna bob my head up and down on your dicks. I wanna-

"Y/n, you're doing it again."

"Huh? Doing what, doc?"

"Giving me that look. My brother and I have talked about that, too. The looks you give us. Is there anything you wanna say?" He asks while standing up from his desk.

He walks around his desk and stands in front of it, in front of my chair. I can't help but look at his dick. Or, his bulge, being that unfortunately, he's wearing pants.

"God, you really are a slut, aren't you? I mean, you get admitted to a hospital for sex addicts and you eye up your doctors? You really do have a problem, don't you. Or maybe, you just wanna get laid."

What?

"What? You can't talk to your patients like this."

"I can when my patient's a massive slut."

He walks over to the door of his office and opens it.

"Excuse me a minute, please."

Dean's POV

I'm on my way to go get Sam, so that we can talk to my patient together. "Talk". We've both had a thing for her for a while now and I think it's time something got done about it. She's a sex addict anyway, so does it really matter if we fuck her? When I get to Sam's office, I find him talking to one of his patients.

"You're doing great, Marie. You should be able to go home in no time. I'll see you same time tomorrow. Ok?"

The girl nods and leaves my brother's office.

"Dean, what's up?" He asks as he notices me standing in the doorway.

"You remember that talk we had about my patient? Y/n?"

"Of course. The hot chick that's probably never leaving."

"Yeah, that one. I was thinking, since she's addicted to sex, and we both wanna do her, why not now?"

"What? Seriously?"

"Hell yeah. I mean, I don't have another therapy session for about an hour and a half."

"The things we could do to her in an hour and a half." He says with a smirk.

"So, you in?"

"Hell yeah, I'm in."

We both start heading back to my office, where Y/n's hopefully still waiting for me. Once there, we find her still waiting in her chair. We both walk in and I close the door to my office.

"Alright, Y/n, Sam's got a few questions for you. Then you'll be done for the day."

"Questions? What questions?"

"Just some simple questions." He says, looking at her with a seductive look in his eyes.

"Um, ok."

"So, first question. Think you can take us both?"

Her eyes light up as she looks between us, trying to see if we're messing with her.

"I'm sorry, take you?"

"As in, in the pussy, the ass, the mouth." I speak up.

Y/n's POV

I'm not sure what game Dr. Winchester's playing, but if he's being serious, I wanna play along. I'd take both of these men in every hole I've got. Pussy, ass, mouth. All of them.

"Of course I can."

Dr. Sam walks to my chair and squats down to my level. He drags his thumb on my bottom lip, which is turning me on, as if I wasn't already already turned on. This man's like twice my size. That's a huge turn on for me. He's huge and he could so many unspeakable things to me.

"You wanna suck my dick, slut?"

I nod, anxiously hoping that he's being serious. I look over and see Dr. Winchester locking the door to his office. I don't think they're messing me. Dr. Sam starts unbuckling his belt and once he's done, he undoes his pants and pulls out his massive cock. He teases the tip on my lips before I open my mouth to take him in.

"You're a good little whore, aren't you?"

I nod as I take his full length into my mouth and start sucking. It might be huge, but it's nothing I haven't seen before. I'm sucking Sam's dick while he pulls on my hair, making me moan in pleasure.

"Dean, you should get in on this. She's good."

I'm tearing up a little, because Sam's so big, but it's nothing I can't handle. While I'm not really paying attention, he slips out of my mouth, causing me to whine a little, and Dean steps in front of me.

"Stand up."

I do what he says and he undoes his belt and pants. Both men pull their pants and underwear down, revealing their large cocks, which I can't look away from. Who'd wanna look away from this? It's like I'm in some kind of dream. The best dream ever.

"Take your clothes off, sweetness."

I follow his instructions again and take my clothes off. Most people would feel some kind of shame or embarrassment, but I don't. I only feel the urge to let these very large men use me.

"She's beautiful, ain't she, Sammy?"

"A beautiful little slut."

"You wanna get fucked by the both of us, don't you, slut?"

"Yes, doctor."

"It's Dean, today, whore."

"Ok, Dean."

"And he's Sam, today."

"And we're not gonna hurt you. We're only gonna gonna satisfy the needs you've been feeling."

I don't know how, but I ended up on Dean's desk, with his dick inside my pussy, and Sam's in my mouth. I'm not complaining. Like, at all. When I got admitted here, I was absolutely furious. Why would my best friend send me to a place like this? But now, now I'm beyond thankful that he sent me to this place. And I never wanna leave. With hot doctors that fuck you, why would I wanna go anywhere?

Sam's POV

I'm about to cum in her mouth and I guarantee she's gonna love it. That's why she's here, isn't it? Because she likes sex too much. She's addicted to it. She's here to get help and that's all we're doing. Helping her. Helping her satisfy her needs. Her aches for us. This pretty little mouth has been aching to suck me off since the day she laid eyes on me. And I'm only satisfying her needs. As her doctors, that's our job. To satisfy her needs.

"I'm gonna cum in your mouth, slut."

She lets out a groan that sounds almost excited as I let go in her mouth. Her throat clenches around my dick as she swallows what I just spurt into her.

"My turn." Dean says as he releases into Y/n, who's absolutely loving every second of this.

She's probably dreamed of it since day one. She lets out a loud moan as she cums all over Dean and the floor. I'm so glad these doors are sound proof.

"Switch." I say and we switch places.

Now it's my turn to make her cum while she sucks Dean off. I line myself up with her entrance and slowly slip inside her pussy. I'm aware of how big I am and how small she is. While she's addicted to sex and has probably been through bigger dick than mine, I don't wanna hurt her. I wanna be careful with her. This pussy's to pretty to hurt. Once I'm all the way inside her, she moans happily against Dean's dick.

"You're living your dream right now, aren't you, you little whore?"

She lets out a faint "yes" as she can't speak clearly because her mouth is...kinda busy at the moment. After Dean's cum in her mouth, he comes over to me and slips two fingers passed my dick, into Y/n's pussy, stretching her to make room for him.

Y/n's POV

This is fucking awesome. I've got two dicks inside my pussy and I'm living my dream. This, right here, what's happening right now. This is all I need in life. Not food or water or coffee or whatever the fuck else. I only need to be fucked senseless by these two men, at the same time.

"I'm gonna cum." I moan so that they both know I'm about to cum on both of their dicks.

"Cum, sweetness. Cum hard on our dicks."

I do what he says and let go. I cum hard on both of their cocks and they moan in pleasure. They fuck me until they both cum as well. Then they both slip out of me and put their pants back on.

"You should get cleaned up, Y/n. My next patient's gonna be here soon."

"Y/n?"

No One's POV

"Y/n, are you with me?" He calls, snapping Y/n out of her day dream about...well, you know what it was about.

"Um, yes, doctor. Sorry."

"It's alright, sweetness. Just try and stay focused."

Tags: @supraveng Might not be what you were expecting, but I'll most likely write more of these.

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heavyhitterheaux · 2 years

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AN: hehe I like this one 😘

Synopsis: You tell Jack all the things you would do to him if you were his girl

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Singer!Reader

Please do not repost my content anywhere

It was no secret to your close friends how hard you had been crushing on Jack Harlow lately.

You were a famous singer and have been eyeing him for awhile.

An entire year to be exact.

You really got excited when you heard through mutual friends of the two of you how big of a crush he had on you as well.

You also might have heard how he had a poster of you in his childhood bedroom that he hadn’t taken down to this very day.

You didn't think he would be all that interested in you considering there was a little bit of an age gap.

He was 24 while you would be turning 30 later that year.

You two actually hadn’t crossed paths yet seeing as you were recording your new album, planning for your lingerie line, and now launching your make up line so essentially you didn’t have time to date anyone.

But you would make an exception.

If he was 6′3, had curly hair, and was from Louisville, Kentucky.

It had been such a busy day for you and you were exhausted and all you wanted to do was stuff your face with chinese food as you laid in your bed.

You were thankful that you had the next two weeks off to rest and then you would be back at it again.

It was Wednesday night when suddenly you got an alert on your instagram.

jackharlow tagged you in a post

Well, shit.

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jackharlow: do people even still do wcw anymore because this is my woman crush everyday yourinstagramname 😍😍😍

urbanwyatt: I still remember her poster being on your wall and the day you bought it

jackharlow: had to admire that beauty on a daily basis urbanwyatt

dojacat: you didn't know she's already mine?

jackharlow: nah I'm shootin my shot so don't you come in here and mess it up dojacat

yourinstagramname: jackharlow well aren't you cute? 😏

jackharlowsource: OMG SHE RESPONDED

druski2funny: I see you my boy! jackharlow

jackharlow: soooo yourinstagramname are you in L.A. right now? 👀

yourinstagramname: nope jackharlow

jackharlow: yourinstagramname how about next week? 🤔

yourinstagramname: jackharlow and if I am what did you plan on doing?

jackharlow: yourinstagramname that's for me to know and you to find out mamas 😘

yourinstagramname: hmm jackharlow I guess I'll see you in a week then 😉

jackharlowfan34: HE GOT HER! HE GOT HER!

jackharlowfan56: Jack has been crushing on her since foreverrr. they would be so cute together ❤️

yourinstagramnamefan: I'm excited to see what happens between them 😍😍

The week passed by quickly and your close friends noticed that you were a bit too excited. They were happy about it, but on guard as well.

You hadn't dated anyone serious in about two years.

Your last relationship had did a number on you and you knew that you needed to heal from it.

The problem was that you wore your heart on your sleeve and tried to see the good in everyone and everything.

And that's where your weakness was.

People took advantage and then left you to fend for yourself like nothing happened.

You had been cheated on, lied to, someone had gotten a girl pregnant while in a relationship with you. Basically you hadn't been lucky in the love department.

And it made it harder since you were famous. You didn’t know who wanted you for you or for your money.

You and your best friend Kayla were sitting next to each other on the flight back to L.A. in a comfortable silence on your private jet when she broke it.

"Y/N..."

"What's wrong?"

"I know you're excited about meeting him and all that but just... protect your heart this time."

"I will, but I don't even know if anything is going to come out of this."

You shrugged and you were simply being honest.

If it happened, it happened.

But if it didn't, it wouldn't be the end of the world.

It was sad that you were almost anticipating disappointment when it came to relationships.

"It's just... I worry about you. I mean in your last relationship he literally had a baby on you while bringing that bitch in your house like it was nothing."

"Don't remind me."

"I'm sorry, but you are my best friend and you've been through a lot of shit. I just want someone who is going to love you for you and not your money."

Well you couldn't argue with her on that front.

"I know and I'm thankful I have you to look out for me."

"Always mamas. Been riding with you since pre k and that won't ever change."

You and Jack had been texting back and forth throughout the week trying to get to know each other better.

You found out he was extremely funny and his favorite color was purple.

But he mentioned that anything and everything was his favorite color on you.

Jack- So I heard you like to cook

You- you will gain 100 pounds eating my food if you aren't careful 🤣

Jack- naw I'll burn it all off when it comes to the bedroom activities 😏

You- oh will you now? I've heard you go by missionary Jack

Jack- you have to wait and find out. no spoilers pretty girl.

You- well, I'd make you call out my name and ask who it belongs to. But I'm not so I can't and I won't but if I was your girl 😏

Jack- stop playin in my messages mama. got me all bricked up and shit. 🙄

You- who said I was playing Jackman?

Jack- how much longer until I see you?

You- let me get settled and I'll text you. By the way, I was serious about what I said.

Jack- which part? 🤣

You- don't play with me lol I'm not doing any of those things unless there ends up being a title.

Jack- well looks like I gotta make you my girl first then, huh?

You- and may the best man win 😏

Jack- wait what

You- see you soon 😘

Jack- naw ain't no see you soon who am I competing with!?!

You- yourself so make sure you don't fuck it up

Once the plane landed, you and Kayla were on the way to your house and would be spending the next few weeks with you.

It was around 3 in the afternoon and you planned on taking a shower and relaxing for a little bit before you let Jack know you were ready for whatever.

Once you had gotten settled, it was around 6 and Jack had sent you a text.

Jack- Mamas....

You- Yes?

Jack- I been waiting all day to see you 😌

You- I won't make you wait any longer. I'll send you my address to come get me. 😉

Jack- wear something casual

You- let me see what I can find

You were excited and nervous at the same time and you just hoped that the way you vibe through talking on the phone was the same in person. Once you were finally ready, you went outside and got Kayla to take a few pictures for you.

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yourinstagramname: sittin pretty 😘

jackharlow: I'm outside stink

jackharlowsource: OMG IS THIS THEIR FIRST DATE!?!

yourinstagramnamefan: we want updates every hour. EVERY.HOUR.

dojacat: jackharlow treat my girl right otherwise I'm coming for your neck

jackharlow: dojacat you mean MY girl, right?

yourinstagramname: jackharlow not your girl yet, but if you play your cards right, I just might be 😉

jackharlow: naw yourinstagramname you WILL be. claiming this shit now.

druski2funny: talk yo shit jackharlow!!

You walked outside to see Jack leaning on the side of the car waiting for you and he was all smiles.

"Hey pretty girl."

You went up to him and hugged him while taking in his scent.

Definitely LV.

"Hi."

"You ready mamas?"

"Yeah, where are we going?"

"Go kart racing. That's why I told you to dress casual." He answered as he opened the passenger side door for you.

"You not tryna see me on the track Harlow. I'm about to whoop your ass."

Jack had to have been doing some digging on you since go kart racing was one of your favorite things to do while you were off and you haven’t gotten to do it in awhile.

"We'll see about that. Actually let's make a bet. If I win, I get a second date."

"Who's to say I want a second date?"

"Damn mamas, you really about to do me like that?"

Jack turned onto the highway as he handed you the aux.

"Let's make it through this one first."

As much as you truly wanted to be in a relationship with someone, you had to be practical so it wouldn’t come to bite you in the ass later.

Luv is Dro immediately blasted through the speakers as you connected your phone and Jack was all smiles.

"You were listening to me, stink?"

"Of course. Been a fan for awhile and besides it's definitely one of my favorite songs."

"Well we can make that a reality."

"Stay in my good graces Harlow and we will."

"Well shit at least that let's me know I got a chance."

---

The two of you were now casually taking a stroll in the park near your house. After go kart racing, the two of you grabbed dinner but weren't quite ready for the night to end even though it was close to one in the morning.

"Aww, stink. Fix your face. You might beat me next time."

Jack was now pouting because not only did you beat him once, but multiple times around the track.

"I let you win, mamas."

"I know you don't expect me to believe that. As bad as you wanted a second date?"

"I underestimated you. I admit."

"It's okay. I'm thinking a second date might not be a bad idea."

"Wait, really?"

"Look, I like you. I really do. But, I need to take my time with this."

"I got all the time in the world for you. I'll go at your pace because I don't want to mess this up."

"I just... I've been hurt a lot and I don't think I'm ready to dive in head first. I've noticed that because I always want to see the good in people it makes me end up in situations that could have been avoided."

"I promise that won't happen if you give me the chance."

"People have promised me a lot before letting me down. So how about this, don't promise me anything, just show me."

"I'll show you that being with me is going to be the best decision you ever made."

And Jack definitely didn't disappoint. He let you take your time and go at your own pace like he said he would and you couldn't have been more thankful for that.

It had been about four months since the two of you began talking and the Billboard music awards were coming up. Award shows weren't usually your thing and you were going back and forth on your decision to go or not.

You hadn’t gone in at least three years.

That was until Jack asked you to go with him.

"I wanna show off my girl." Is what he told you and since you weren't doing anything else that night, you agreed.

But, you weren't his girl, not yet.

You both were now in the hotel getting ready and you were mesmerized as Metta was working on Jack’s outfit.

Sittin’ over here starin in your face with lust in my eyes sure don’t give a damn and ya don’t know that I’ve been dreamin of ya in my fantasies

“Stink, take a picture it’ll last longer.” He teased while coming over to pinch your cheek.

“I just might, but before I do I have to go get ready myself.”

There had been a delay with your outfit getting to you, but at least your hair and make up was already finished and that typically took the longest.

You added your signature hello kitty chain in order to complete the look.

When you were finished, you walked out to see Jack and just knew he was about to start drooling.

“Jack, close your mouth baby.” You said as you winked and went to look in the mirror while Metta and Urban laughed.

“Well, how am I supposed to with you looking like that?”

“I know it’s hard, but people will think that there is something wrong with you once we hit that red carpet.”

“I’ll do my best, but no promises.”

You simply sighed.

You were excited to go with Jack however, you wanted for this night to be over with.

It’s not the fact that award shows made you uncomfortable, it just wasn’t your scene.

You were an introvert and would had rather been in your house with Jack watching them instead of being in person.

However, Jack was nominated for at least three awards and he was excited and you weren’t about to be a debbie downer and mess that up for him.

You were nominated for at least five but couldn’t care less.

So, you had to go and support your man who is not actually your man yet, right?

After taking about twenty pictures, everyone piled into the black escalade in the front of the hotel and the nerves were now starting to set it.

You knew that the hotel was only about ten minutes from the venue so you had ten minutes to get yourself together.

You figured Jack could tell because you were holding onto his hand for dear life.

“Stink, you okay? I feel like you’re about to break my hand.”

You loosened your grip before mumbling a quick apology.

“I know this really isn’t your scene, Y/N, so thank you for coming and supporting me. It does mean a lot and I don’t take this lightly mamas.”

“Literally only for you Harlow, and you owe me for this.”

“I have an idea of how I can make it up to you. Definitely involves no clothes though.” He mumbled the last part so that only you could hear it and you immediately smirked before letting out a laugh.

“Hmm, who knows, tonight might be the night you get lucky.”

And it would be the night you got lucky yourself.

A few minutes later, the car had now stopped and it was showtime.

You had calmed down for a few minutes, but now Jack could sense your nervousness.

“I got you baby. Let me go first and then I’ll help you out. Don’t let go of my hand.”

“What is this, Titanic?”

“Stink, stop playin with me. Besides we do have the same name.”

You shook your head before giving him a nod and letting him know you were ready.

The door opened and Jack got out first and you could immediately hear the screams.

He had his back turned to them within a second to look over at you and to make sure that you were okay and ready to get out and walk beside him.

“You ready?”

You simply grabbed his hand as he helped you down and the screams got even louder.

“Jack and Y/N, over here!!”

“Give us a big smile!”

“How in the world did he get her?!”

“They look so good together!”

“We definitely do.” Jack whispered in your ear as you both posed for a series of pictures.

Afterwards, an interviewer from E! who you knew as Denise Langston motioned you both over to her.

Here goes.

“Well, isn’t this a sight to see? Jack Harlow with Y/N Y/L/N on his arm.”

“He practically begged me to go so here I am.” You joked while poking Jack’s side.

“Baby, don’t show off now that we’re in front of company.” Jack replied while smiling down at you.

“It seems as if you two have been together forever the way you look at each other.”

“Well....” You immediately cut Jack off.

“He actually hasn’t asked me to be his girl yet so...”

“Jack, what are you waiting for? Doja is here and you already know if she hears about this she’ll snatch Y/N up for herself!”

“Damn, Y/N, did you have to put me on blast like that? I had to take my time with her because she’s special and I don’t plan on letting her go.”

“Will you just ask her already?!” You heard Urban say from behind you and you stifled a laugh.

“Y/NY/L/N, will you do me the honor of becoming my girlfriend?”

“Hmm, let me think about it.”

“WHAT, we’re on national television and you have to think about it?!”

“Yes!”

You then reached up to kiss him and he reached down to meet you halfway.

Then you heard felt someone sneak up next to you. Doja Cat of course.

“Y/N, if he messes up, you know where to find me.”

“Where did you even come from? And I don’t plan on it. Might have to put a ring on it soon.”

“Well, look at that! You heard it here first straight from the red carpet on the Billboard awards. We have our new it couple, Jack Harlow and Y/N Y/L/N!”

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veliamore · 1 year

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hi, hello! Could I request a (romantic) Teru with a supernatural reader? Reader is a girl and has eaten the same thing that Nene did when turned into a fish (I don't know some specific English terms, sorry!).

But! Reader is in disguise as a student and is actually very smart and gentle with everyone.

Thanks if you'll do it 🥲💕 you already do sm work and I appreciate it!

!! : reader in this is a girl , but please see it as a boy or non binary person too if you'd like !! This turned out different from what i expected tbh , maybe i made Teru a little bit ooc -

" you aren't as bad as i thought ... "

You were originally one of the fishes that served the Mermaid , when she gave you the task to wander around as a human to look for other students to turn into other fishes , that's when you met Teru Minamoto ; he wasn't really known where you lived but still , everyone knew he was an exorcist you needed to avoid if you wanted to survive. You still weren't accustomed to the daily life of humans , so it was a matter of time before the exorcist noticed you. You tried everything to get as many people as possible so that you could bring them to the Mermaid , but as days , weeks passed , you came to the conclusion that human life isn't all that bad.

Classes were over and your last friend left you to head back home , it was your turn today to clean the room ; you've always been a curious fish - or human , so experimenting new things has never been tiring for you , though its been long since you've last been a fish , and to tell the truth , the marine world was a bit missing. As you were cleaning the black board you hear some voices coming from the back of the class , you laid down the cloth and went to check , and to your surprise , a few fishes that served the Mermaid with you had come to visit you

"you guys ! What are you doing here ? " you said while crouching down " we could ask you the same thing [ name ] !! Its been weeks since our adored Mermaid sent you to bring some humans down with us and i see you cleaning a classroom !? " your smile dropped as your companion continued to scold you , when suddendly a strong light came towards you , barely giving you time to dodge it. Your eyes opened wide as you saw the exorcist Teru Minamoto to the other side of the class

" i knew there was something off about you , you follow the Mermaid so i don't think you'll last long against me , just surrender already please " his expression was terrifying , it seemed like he wanted to get rid of you without even listening to what you had to say " w- wait ! Please listen to me before exorcise me , im not a bad supernatural !! " as you said those words Teru had a flashback of his little brother saying the same thing , maybe it was that the motive he stopped to hear your complaints " well then speak now , before i regret my decision " you mentally cheared " as you said im not a dangerous supernatural , i don't have a weapon with me and i never hurted everybody , i just follow instructions that other people give me ! When days passed by and i got to know more of the human life i was enchanted by it ; i just wanna live a normal life !! " he started laughing while looking down " supernaturals ... living a normal life ? That's kind of funny if you think about it , delusional even ... you should know better than everyone that ghosts , sovrannatural creatures can't have a normal life " you looked down , trying not to despair yourself in front of the exorcist " though " he continued while putting his weapon down " i will give you a second chance " your eyes wandered to his own , looking at him in surprise " but remember , s misstep and i'll exorcise you instantly " and with that , he got out of the class..

the next weeks you always felt his eyes on you , everywhere you went he always followed you in some ways , it was scary and irritating ; everytime you tried to talk with a friend of yours he always had to take you away

" [ name ] .. are you and Minamoto senpai .... a couple ? " a friend asked you " WHAT !? No we aren't , why would you think that !? " " well you guys are always seen together and when someone tries to talk to you he always takes you away … is he maybe jealous ~ ? " your cheeks were on fire , you knew Teru was good looking and being around him was something special for everyone in the school , but it wasn’t like that between you two … " i swear we aren’t together , im just … helping him with something , yeah ! " you of course lied " if you say so … "

you and Teru were walking in the halls together " why are you still with me , classes are over and there’s no one now , im not gonna do anything " you said still thinking about what your friend last said to you " you mind that much ? Do you hate me that much [ name ] ? " you looked at him dumb folded ' you were the one trying to exocise me … ' you thought for yourself " about me following you .. i came to the conclusion that you don’t seem a bad supernatural , so im not going to exorcise you .. for now " " I HEARD THAT " ; so from that day on Teru stopped following you everywhere and left you alone for some time , though you had to admit you were feeling kinda lonely without him watching over you , you ' missed ' him , maybe you did have some feelings for him , an exorcist and a supernatural .. how ironic. " If you really miss him go and tell him ! " you confessed your emotions to your friend , and now she / he was giving you every advice they had in mind " if you wait too long for him to come back to you someone might beat you and be with him before you do and you ain’t risking that are you ? "

So here you are now , in front of the door of the students council room , re - thinking about your life decisions , what if he would just laugh at you or telling you to leave him alone before he would exorcise you ..? Before you could turn your back and leaving the door opened revealing the blonde exorcist " oh [ name ] what are you doing here ? " your hands started to sweat and you couldn’t look at him in the eyes " o- oh i uhm .. uhm i just wanted to say i - … " " wait , before you speak i have something to say .. " he let you in the room with him and closed the door ' thank god ' you felt more relieved letting him speak first " i guess you probably still see me as dangerous overall everything that happened , but i do really mean it when i say that i don’t see you as a danger to the students anymore , if you’re willing to be next to me , not as a treat but as a partner , i would be the happiest guy in the school " he admitted looking at you with eyes filled with .. adoration.

You don’t remember what exactly happened after that , maybe because you felt too overwhelmed by the new emotions you felt , what you do know is that now you and Teru still pass the time together , but not as an exorcist and a supernatural , but as a couple , and you feel like you wouldn’t trade this with anything in the world

The end is kinda lame but i feel so tired so that’s all , hope you liked it !!

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Chapter Fifteen

“Are the jumpers really necessary?” You sulk as your aunt readjusts you position for the 5th time

“Of course they are, it's a Christmas card matching jumpers are essential dear.” She grabs your cheek and pulls it playfully before setting the timer on the camera, again. “Big smiles.” She said through gritted teeth. You sigh and plaster a fake smile to your face trying not to blink as the camera's flash burns a hole through your retinas.

“And who are these for again?” You rub your eyes, trying to get the light from your eyes

“Your great half aunt and her family.” She smiled as she checked the camera again. “Perfect.” She let out a sigh of relief.

“I’ve never even met these people. Why does it matter?” You say itching your collar

“Because I won’t be around forever, and it’s always important to have a family. And you have met them.” She smiled

“When?” You asked and her brows raised “oh, the funeral.” You vaguely remember your parent’s funeral, you were fairly young and all you could remember was trying to block out people explaining a car crash to you for the fifteen millionth time that day. It wasn’t exactly up there for the best Christmas, yet again any Christmas after that never really felt the same. You went quiet for a moment and your aunt gave you a half hug.

“I know you don’t always enjoy this time of year but it's different now, new faces, new memories to be made.” You hugged her back and left her to her work. You could hear voices complaining from your sitting room.

“A devilish time of year brother, far more children on the streets .” Ugh, it's Mycroft, he wasn’t exactly on your guest list for the perfect Christmas.

“I agree brother, but it's not all that bad.” Sherlock's voice replied

“Don’t start with all that.” Mycroft huffs

“Jealous?” Sherlock is quick to reply.

“How could he be? Women aren’t exactly his thing.” You enter with a half smile towards Mycroft, he huffed and twirled his umbrella around.

“Is patronising me also part of this arrangement?” He chewed the inside of his cheek hoping his knowledge of whatever was going on between you and Sherlock would bring some form of annoyance to you.

“Don’t try to intimidate her brother.” Sherlock interrupted

“It's fine he’s a smart boy, if anyone was going to figure it out it would be him.” You patted his cheek playfully and he huffed

“Yet I can’t figure out why you’re still wearing that.” He replied, you looked confused at first but then realised when you looked down at the hideous ball of wool wrapped around your body. “And with that I shall take my leave, goodbye brother. And think about it” He said, closing the door behind him, not even waiting for sherlocks reply. You huffed and pulled the jumper over your head revealing a tight tank top.

“Shame, I was hoping there’d be nothing under that.” Sherlock querked.

“Well it's not christmas just yet.” You smiled and pulled a box from under the table and brushed it off. “This Christmas will be different, I hope so anyway i'm due some good luck at some point this year.” You pulled out various coloured tinsel and lights from the box and began looking for places to put them around the apartment.

“If it were me, I’d consider not dying after being kidnaped by a psycho maniac a win but that's just my daily routine.” He moved to the sofa and slumped onto it, staring at the ceiling.

“He was never going to kill me sherlock.” You sigh decorating the windows with tinsel.

“What do you mean?” He lifted his head in your direction.

“What I mean is he was using me to mess with you, plus I think he liked me.” You laugh

“I doubt it, a man like that doesn’t have the capacity.” He laid back down as you walked over, gold tinsel in hand.

“Please, everyone has something they want, plus i never thought you had the capacity.” You cleared your throat “excuse me i need to stand on here to put this up.” you nudge his waist with your knee and he doesn’t budge. You sigh and pull yourself onto the couch, with your legs parted and Sherlock lying between them as you hang the tinsel up.

“I’m not a fan of this new position.” sherlock huffed

“Then you should have moved.” you smiled looking down at him

“Though it has its pleasant views, but” he pulled your leg down so you straddled his waist. “This i much more prefer.” He smiled and began raking kisses down your neck, you hummed as he lifted your arms and pulled your shirt over your head discarding it somewhere in the room, his lips grazed over the top of your nipples and you moaned rocking into his half hard crotch. He looked down and helped you undo his belt

“Wait, wait. Hang on. Aunt Martha are you there?” You shut down, there was no answer “she must have gone out.” You pulled off your shorts and felt his tip pressing against your soaked core.

“That's all it takes to get you soaked huh?” He spoke into your ear as you positioned yourself on top of him, sinking down slowly. You began to rock and he assisted by begging to slowly thrust into you. “Good girl, just like that. Fuck love the way you tighten around me.” He groaned and you bounced in front of him. His hands snaked up your body and and pulled your bra down to watch your tits bounce pawing at them with his dexterous fingers.

“Fuck sherlock, feels so good.” Your voice breaks as his cock reaches your g-spot hitting it again and again. Your orgasm began building slowly, burning its way through your nervous system. His hands began to focus on your swollen neglected clits as he twirled his fingers around it.

“Fuck- i’m going to cum shit, want you to cum too.” He sat up pulling you in closer to him, sliding you up and down his thick cock. He pulsed into you scraping along your walls allowing your body to release under him. Your body seized and trembled as he pounded into you, his knuckles whitened as he gripped your waist spilling his white ropes spewed into you.

“I’m supposed to be putting up decorations.” You sigh laughing as he flopped back down, watching the way his chest rises and falls.

“I prefer this.” He gasped

“Y/n? You home?” Louise shouted from downstairs.

“Uh, yup, wait there just a minute.” You shouted down, stumbling off Sherlock, you fell to the ground sending a large bang down the halls.

“Everything okay up there?” Louise laughed

“Yep!” You shout down, you look at Sherlock who had tucked himself away, still laying on the couch. “Underwear?”

“Uhh, I don’t know?” He replied, you rolled your eyes and ran up to your room, quickly changing into some more suitable clothes. You didn’t forget you were meant to be going Christmas shopping, you simply just lost track of time. You hurried down the stairs, and grabbed your coat and brushed yourself off.

“So is Sherlock up there?” She asks suspiciously

“Erm, No?” You lie

“So you were just talking to yourself?” She inquired, tilting her head

“Well-“

“I know you slept with him, it's not a big secret.” She laughed as you followed her out the door

“Try not to say it out loud.” You snap back

“Why not? You’re a terrible liar” she said getting into the car.

“I know, I just can’t be bothered to deal with the look we’ll get when they realise Sherlock is in a relationship.” You sigh.

“Fair point, where too first?” She asked.

You spent most of the day gossiping and buying your friends gifts. Most people were easy to buy for and with John and Mary having a baby soon it was pretty obvious what to get them, it's not like alcohol was on the table. You eventually found yourself in a small cafe stopping off to get a hit drink to relieve yourself from the December air.

“Who's that for?” You point to the leather jacket in one of Louise's bags.

“Oh you know, for a guy.” She says quietly “well, my boyfriend i should say, it's been official for a couple weeks now.”

“Oooohh” you say playfully “And why haven’t i heard about this mysterious man?” You stir your coffee.

“Well, he’s a bit, well shy really and im not one to boast about relationships.” She exclaimed

“Sure you’re not.” One of your brows raised “is he shy or not much of a lucker. Do i know him?” You question her and she blushes.

“No he’s not ugly, and you probably do know him and ouch I don’t show off relationships.” She says with a slightly raised voice.

“Okay, okay” you hold up your hands “im sorry, so what do you mean, i probably know him?”

“Well you know, he travels alot.” She shrugs

“Mhm” your eyes narrow “anything else you can give me?”

“Uh no not really” she laughs again nervously “But anyways, what are you going to get Sherlock for Christmas?”

“Am i supposed to get him something?” You ask talking through your drink

“Well you’re dating right?” She tilts her head

“No why would-

“”I heard you both this morning.” She says bluntly

“Right, well I don’t know, we erm i don't think he likes Christmas.” You arrange the sugar packets in front of you. Where would you even start with getting him a gift? He’d probably guess what it was anyway.

“Well does he need anything? Soap? Manners.”

“Oh come on” you roll your eyes “uhh well, he needs a scarf. The last one ended up covered in blood.” You say casually as she looks at you with an obvious reaction

“You know what I'm not even going to ask.” She looked away and her phone began to buzz. You look at the screen as she picks it up and see the letter T with a heart next to it.

Who could that be? You wonder, you try your best not to listen in but you hear something about having left something or a dog needing to be taken care of.

“Who’s that?” You asks as she puts down the phone

“Just the guy.” She smiles packing up her things.

“The guy?” You say one brow raised “why so secretive?”

“Well its a new thing you know.”

“Riiight. You’re not supposed to be with him are you?” You guess

“What? No I um, I have to go.” She rushes out of the cafe leaving you shouting questions behind her

“Is he married?!” You laugh. She was right though , you couldn’t not get Sherlock a present, maybe nobody would think it was strange if you got him a scarf. You wonder the streets heading back towards the apartment and come across a small taylors with suits, hats and scarfs in the window. The bell rings as you enter the store and a kind woman appears from behind the counter.

“Good afternoon, can I help you?” She smiles

“I was wondering if could buy a scarf, particularly that blue one in the window?.” You point to a blue scarf similar to the design of his old one.

“Of course thats just a display one but i can have one made for you?” She asks

“Sure.” You smile handing her the money labelled on the price tag

“Would you like and messages embroidered into the end? They’re not very obvious so it could be anything.” She says with the same warm smile she greeted you.

You thought for a moment, it would make it a but more intimate and if he didn’t like it, it wouldn’t be the end of the world.

“Sure why not.”

You left the store clutching your prize close to you all the way home, by the time you were outside the door a familiar car was parked outside with the same woman who always gave you dirty looks. Like Sherlock's brother, she obviously didn’t think kindly of you and if she was outside then Mycroft was here again. You good mood was interrupted by the sounds of arguing, you sighed ignoring the comotion and hid all the gifts in your room.

“Y/n come down.” Mycroft's irritating voice echoed from downstairs “this instant” he demanded. You huffed and came down to find sherlock frantically pacing

“What's up with him?” You ask as sherlock mutters something and crashes onto his arm chair

“You let him get high again didn’t you.” Mycroft points his umbrella at you

“What?! No I didn’t im clean what the hell is wrong with you?”

“No, I won’t stand for whatever this is between you, you’re bad news.” He snipes walking towards you, trying his best to intimidate you.

“Stop it isn’t her fault.” Sherlock stood up standing in between you and Mycroft.

“I beg to differ brother, she has.” He pauses and makes eye contact with you “irrational tendencies, just look how her mother turned out.” Your eyes narrowed as you stepped forward being blocked by sherlock. Mycroft grinned at the sight of your anger. “Now Sherlock answers my question.”

“Ermm what was I going to say? Ah yes bye bye.” Sherlock moved to the door and opened it gesturing for his brother to leave. Mycroft moved in front of him, trying to intimidate his younger brother

“Unwise brother-mine.” Sherlock grabbed Mycroft by the wrist and pushed him to the door frame causing him to yelp in pain.

“Brother-mine” he said into his ear “Don’t appal me when i'm high.” Sherlock hissed and tightened his grip on his older brother. You smiled as you stepped closer to Mycroft

“I’m going to say to say this as i’ll say as an acquaintance, leave and if you think it was me, i suggest you find evidence first.” You encouraged him, Sherlock let him go and he left the apartment only missing some of his ego.

“Well now that thats over.” Sherlock sighed and went to sit in his chair.

“Oh no its not.” You grabbed the back of his collar and spun him round gripping the gap in his shirt. “Im not sure how i feel about this.” He says

“Where is it come on” you demand

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” He lies

“The heroin Sherlock, where is it?” You to e darkens and his brow raises.

“Fine, over there.” He looks over to the skull on the fire place. You walk over and take a vile out from the skull. “You know how difficult it is to drill into a human skull without it shattering?” He watches as you move into the kitchen. You take the vile and place it in the sink, you cover it with a tea towel and smash it. You lift the tower up and rinse away the liquid.

“There now your brother can’t accuse me.” You turn to Sherlock who now looks defeated.

“I do apologise for my dear old brother’s behaviour.” He moved to you spinning you around to face him. His lips pressed against yours desperately, almost apologetically. “Can i show you how sorry i am?” He said kissing down your neck.

“I like the sound of that.” You hummed as he dropped to his knees, that was a sight. Sherlock holmes, on his knees for you. He pulled down your trousers and underwear in one swift moment he kissed your clit and slid his tongue through your folds. A moan escaped your throat and your hand made its way through his thick curl’s pushing his face closer into you. He hummed in delight at your taste he spread your legs further apart and began using his tounge to fuck you while his fingers played with your clit. “Fuck, thats good” you say leaning on the counter top.

“Don't get used to me being on my knees sweetheart. It’ll be your turn soon.” He looked licking his lips before returning for another taste. He lifter one of your legs over his shoulder allowing him to penetrate you even deeper with his tongue. Your clit swelled with over stimulation, it sent a signal that burned its way through your nervous system causing your legs to buck and you to cry out his name mixed with various curse words. Sherlock got up, straightening out his creased shirt and fixing his ruffled hair, for a moment you forgot how much taller than you he was. He wiped a strand of hair that stuck to your forehead and lifted your face with one finger pushing up your chin. “Let's have some fun.” He held out his hand and you took it gladly. He lead you out the kitchen towards his room. You had never been in his room before, it surprised you as being fairly normal, the blue walls matched his bedding the only real evidence this was sherlock's rooms was the poster of the periodic table and skeleton that was more than likely real human bone.

He flopped onto his bed pulling you on top of him, you could feel his hardness pressing against your core begging to be released, you began to grind yourself against him as you helped unbutton his shirt. He removed your top and bottoms with ease as you undid his belt. You waisted no time sliding down onto him groaning with pleasure as he filled you up.

“You’re beginning to take me so well sweetheart.” He said swiftly rutting his hips upwards, it sent a sharp sensation of pleasure into you, you rocked yourself on him bouncing up and down as the sound of your thighs slapping him added to the smell of sex that flooded the room. His hands were gripped firmly on your ass as he bounced you up and down, he kneaded the fat gripping hard enough for his knuckles to turn white. His pelvis pushed into your clit lighting the fuse leading you to your orgasm.

He bucked his hips hard enough for him to gather the strength to be able to flip you over. You laid face down on the mattress as he parted your legs and lifted your hips. He took a moment to slide his hands through your slick, gathering some of your arousal and jerking himself with it.

“Wanna see that cunt dripping with my cum.” He said rutting into you, he slipped back where he belonged. It felt so good, the feeling of him pushing his weight down onto you, holding you in place, helping you to reach your climax. And oh you were so close, he knew this and one of his hands slipped under your stomach and began to play with your clit, that did it, the mattress did its best trying to muffle your moans

“Fu- sherlock, i- shit so goddamn good.” You cried

“Thats it good girl, fuck squeezing around me. So perfect wanna fill you up.” His thrust became more frantic as he chased his own orgasm, he kept muttering something to himself you couldn’t understand. He groaned as you felt the heat of his thick white ropes shooting into you, he pushed them In further with one final thrust he pulled out to admire his work.

You were a mess, face down panting with his seed dripping from you. He took his hand through your folds one more time smiling as you winced at the over stimulation of him pushing his cum back into you.

“I like this image, I'll have to delete something to remember it.”

“Well it won’t be the solar system for sure, might wanna make room for that.” You laughed to yourself as you turned back onto your back.

“Don’t get smart now honey, or i’ll have you tied to that bed next time.” He moves to one of his drawers and pulls out a pair of boxers and a shirt. It was the purple one you loved so much, the one that squeezed his arms just right. “Here.” He tosses it to you and disappears to the bathroom. Your nose was filled with his scent, you were covered in it, his shirt, his pillows and his sheets. And you lied there with his cum still dripping from you. He returned wearing the boxers and a warm washcloth, he used it to wipe your entrance smiling at the way you still moaned even with this touch. You put on his shirt leaving the top two buttons undone and laid next to him.

He wasn’t one for showing physical affection, so you settled with the fact he laid his arm around your shoulder and trailed his finger along your neckline.

“Sherlock?” You asked

“Mm?” He said with his eyes closed

“What was Mycroft doing here earlier this morning?” You asked, his hand paused and his eyes opened

“My brother dearest was offering me a case, i'm still unsure about taking it.” He says looking down at you.

“Why?” You ask, if it was worth his time, he’d do it.

“Don’t worry about it.” He turned his head facing the ceiling and just stared

“Okay then, but it will be good for you to do a case, i say take it.” You plant a kiss on his cheek but he doesn’t react. You gently lay your head down and fall asleep. Sherlock looks down at you and sighs. A small smile dawns his face for a second, but then it fades

“I don’t think you’re going to like this case.” He says to himself “you’re going to hate me.”

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OH MY GOD I'M SO SORRY HSAVEN'T BEEN POSTING, my life has been so busy and this has been sittng in my drafts for two weeks at least honestly but yeah the chapter is gonna be rough and definately out soon so leave a like if you enjoyed and a reblog is always apreciated (but totally your descson). another thing is if anybody would like me to do a request I'd be more than happy too <3

#bbc sherlock #benedict cumberbatch #benedict cumberbatch x female!reader #sherlock x reader #sherlock holmes #sherlock holmes x reader #sherlockbbc #sherlock holmes x female!reader #sherlock x you #sherlock x y/n

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virusinfected-memes · 1 year

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TIK TOK SENTENCE STARTERS, PT. 5 ;

85 starters. CW: cussing, sexual themes, violence. Some starters are just random quotes from Tik Tok creators, some starters are from Tik Tok trends that have popped up over the past year or so. The original sources of these trends are from various memes, shows, songs, and other popular media. Feel free to change words and pronouns as needed! [PARTS: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4]

"Alright, on your knees, mortal scum! You stand in the presence of _____!"

"Always remember: you may not be able to change the past, but you can still ruin the future."

"Am I ever gonna get it?"

"And if you call me a bitch, make sure to put 'sensitive' in front of it."

"And I keep my side of the street clean. You wouldn't know what I mean."

"But I can't forgive you."

"But I don't want to stay in the middle."

"Can I get a kiss? And can you make it last forever?"

"Come out and haunt me."

"Did I mistake you for a sign from God?"

"Don't be ridiculous, _____. Everybody wants this."

"Don't try to find me."

"Do you ever just have this deep seated desire to bother people? I have clown blood."

"Do you think I'm fragile?"

"Do you wanna dance, baby?"

"Everybody wants to rule the world."

"Get in, sparkle farts! We got chaos to spread!"

"Help me make the most of freedom and of pleasure."

"Honey, I love you. I think you're a terrific girl. But you have clothes like a fucking dickhead."

"I can't take Benadryl because I owe the Hat Man money and I don't want to see him."

"I didn't know I could love something this much until I laid my eyes on you."

"I don't ever wanna see you and I never wanna miss you again."

"I don't need to be fixed. I need to be rebuilt."

"If you touch that again, I shall kill you right now. Do not touch this! This is a 'no touching' zone!"

"I got nothing to lose."

"I guarantee I gotcha'."

"I have not behaved one single day of my life. Not one single day have I behaved and I'm fine."

"I just can't say goodbye."

"I just heard a butt-curdling scream."

"I know that violence is not the answer, but... Yes, it is."

"I know you see me looking at you on the daily."

"I know you want me."

"I love that Netflix was like, "OoOoh, we're gonna reduce your quality to 480p if you don't pay us more!" Like, bruh... I come from the land of 144p Naruto episodes cut into sixteen parts on YouTube. 480 is luxury. 480 is bouge."

"I'm absolutely a danger to my own mental health."

"I'm comin' back for you, baby."

"I mean, look at this thing! I can't imagine a more beautiful thing."

"I mean, what if I don't want to live the way you live?"

"I might be broke as hell tomorrow, but that's alright, 'cause I'm that bitch today."

"I might kill my ex. Not the best idea."

"I'm in a trance lately."

"I'm not going to nap. I'm just going to rest my eyes and clench my teeth for a little while."

"Im not like other girls. I'm worse."

"I'm one of those witches, babe."

"I'm sorry, but I'm just thinking of the right words to say."

"I'm the love witch. I seduce men with my spells, my potions, my eyes, and my body."

"I'm tired of working on myself. I will now be unapologetically insane."

"I never make the same mistake twice. I make it, like, six or seven times."

"In my dreams, I'm making you pasta and nothing bad has happened to us yet."

"I said I wasn't gonna be judgmental, but fuck it. I'm sick, I have an excuse."

"I think I like when it rains."

"It's already too late for you to try and run away."

"It's me. Hi. I'm the problem, it's me."

"I want to get on my broomstick and fly away with my kitty to another city to work on my witch powers, then live with a pregnant woman who owns a bakery and start a delivery service."

"I want to go to there."

"I was at about six there. You don't wanna see me go to ten."

"Mortals, behold! The glory of the kill is mine!"

"No, I don't think you understand. I'm obsessed."

"Normalize being a sleepyhead. It's okay to be eternally trapped within the realm of ancient dreams."

"Nothing ever lasts forever."

"Not working out? Not eating right? Fucked up sleep schedule? You aren't depressed. You're on your way to achieving tremendous arcane power. Become the wizard you were meant to be."

"Oh, you think the b-word's offensive? You should hear what I say in the Call of Duty lobbies."

"Okay, I don't know how you went this long without knowing this, but there are people out there who create original Sonic the Hedgehog characters, and often those characters fuck."

"Okay, well, what you said was some bullshit. That's what it is."

"Okay... Why'd you have to fucking bring that up?"

"One kiss is all it takes."

"Something horrible is happening inside of me and I don't know why."

"So you're telling me if I killed your family, you wouldn't be my friend anymore?"

"Take a swing. Here's my neck."

"The next time you feel lazy, remember that laziness is a puritanical myth based on the sin of idleness and is used to oppress people into forced labor."

"There are currently no bug-dragon dual type Pokémon, but I wanna share a few insects that I think would make good candidates for being the first."

"They keep on asking me who is he."

"What are you gonna do with that? You gonna hit me? Better make it count. Better make it hurt. Better kill me with one shot."

"Whatever I've done, I did it for love."

"Which was more culturally significant? The Renaissance... or 'Single Ladies' by Beyoncé?"

"Who wants to look simple when you can look stunning?"

"Why do I keep getting attracted?"

"Why don't you sit right down and stay a while?"

"Why do we keep telling people who aren't freaky that they're vanilla? Vanilla is the freakiest flavor. Like, look at ice cream, for example. It goes good with all of the toppings. Vanilla doesn't care who you pair it up with, so long as they get on top. I aspire to be as slutty as vanilla is. Also, if you are a slut, what flavor of ice cream are you, bitch? Pistachio? Neo-political? That's fucking disgusting."

"Will I get over it? No. But life goes on."

"Yeah, I'm gay. Good at Yu-Gi-Oh."

"Yes, I am doing blasphemy! Yes!"

"You better fix my entire life, you little shit."

"You can't keep me waiting."

"You might play the same games as me, but I play them in a far worse and more unskilled way than you ever will."

"You're just being cynical."

#ask meme #roleplay meme #roleplay prompt #rp meme #rp prompt #rp starters #rp sentence starters #sentence starters #tik tok #* mine

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grateful-to-my-superiors · 6 months

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Since the last part got some attention, here's part 2:

It felt weird tongue-bathing a man's feet. I did kiss another man's foot before, as a sign of submission, but this was new. It was borderline gay, on my side at least. A minute or two passed where the only thing I could think about was how repulsed I was by this whole thing, full with questioning my life choices, asking myself if I could have been less pathetic, just a regular family guy, with a loving wife to come home to, have boring sex and just call it a day. I found however that those ideas rapidly evaporated, and my mind magically shifted to focusing on the task on hand. The texture was crazy, the edge of each toe had more angle to it than any other woman I worshipped. I found myself forgetting about what was happening around me, ignoring the fact that my wife was now gagging on this magnificent man's cock, eyes all teared up and drooling all over the place. I found myself only focus on the feet in front of me. For a second I forgot there was a cage on my dick, it just felt like I have a clit that was really aching to be rubbed. I woke up from my reverie with a deep moan from my master, and a louder gag sound, which was enough to know his cum was shooting deep into my wife's throat, and she was taking it like a champ.

His gaze shifted to me a few seconds after. "well well well, it looks like we're not the only ones having fun here" he said speaking to the woman of my life who was kneeling in front of him, all messed up with drool, sweat and cum. Then looking at me "You're not really the kind of slaves I classically enjoy toying with. I know there isn't a trace of manhood left your psyche, but your morphology is just too reminiscent of a male's." He molested my natural man boobs for a second, while I froze in there, not knowing what to do. "You're already halfway there, but you still need some work". With that, he put on a transparent plastic glove and ordered me to kneel on all fours. He produced a small bag that looked like it had coke in it and I was genuinely wondering what was all of this leading to. Then it hit me, I remembered I saw a similar bag once, it was MDMA. We shared a gram once, my wife, a random bull and I, which made me more subservient that night. I remember however we mixed it in a glass of water before we drank it..

A weird sensation in my butt cut through my line of thought. I immediately recognized it as master's finger making its way through my hole. Something felt off however, it felt kinda sandy and it burned. He was shoving fucking MD deep into my butt, and I was meaning. "This will be your daily routine from now on. It has immediate effects of course, which you'll discover shortly, but on the long run it will slowly but surely destroy your testosterone production, while at the same time conditioning your dopamine production to correlate with .. anal action".

Too much science for me, but I got the main idea. This man was set on changing my hormonal equilibrium, not with HRT, not with meds, but just the unhealthiest way possible, and I felt grateful. Suddenly he was done with me, he grabbed my wife, laid her on the bed and started fingering her. With a gesture he motioned me to start licking her simultaneously which I happily did. I licked and licked and licked and I suddenly felt it. My asshole took a life of its own, and it felt like it was opening on itself, while my view of the room radically changed. I was no longer a cuckold husband licking hus queen to orgasm, I was some kind of a female freak, my gaze instantly turning towards master's veiny dick. I was craving it and he noticed. "Not so fast cucky, you still have a long way to go before you're allowed to even touch it, for now however" he said while he flipped my wife to put her in a doggy-style position as he would a toy, "now you're allowed to worship my ass while I fuck this cheap slut you call a wife" .

The night was just starting, I thought to myself through my drug-dazed brain. This was the life I was made for. This was heaven. I was happy

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andromedaexists · 5 months

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History of the English Language final is submitted

On the one hand: I did not write what I said I would write and I also did not meet the minimum length requirement or really touch on anything important.

On the other hand: i am going to fucking lose it if i have to spend any more time writing this stupid fucking story. like, this is genuinely making me realize just how much i need to actually care about something in order to write ti because this is actual torture and i hate every second of it

what did you think I wasn't going to share it? rude. Also yes, I did use myself as a character because no one knows that it's me and it's easiest to get into my own brain given the fact that I am me. here ya go:

I’m not sure how I ended up here. Last I remember, I was researching the linguistic differences between Middle English, Early Modern English, and Present Day English. I had laid my head to rest on the desk in front of open copies of The Canterbury Tales, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, and ΔΆΙΟΣ for just a moment, desperately trying to ease the throbbing pain in my head. But now I’m sitting in a dark room in front of three people that I recognize from my studies: Chaucer, Shakespeare, and Andromeda. The authors whose books I’m using in my research.

They look just as surprised to be here as I am, their wide eyes and shocked expressions no doubt a mirror to my own.

The confused silence is broken as Andromeda asks, “What?”

[Insert Middle English version of “What is this insanity?”] Chaucer says, moving as if he wanted to flee but could not figure out where he could go.

Shakespeare’s eyes never left mine. He’s the first to calm down, saying, “This is a dreameth, is't not? Oh, this wouldst maketh a wond'rful st'ry.”

I smile, my eyes crinkling at the corners. This, though a fabrication of my own subconscious mind, is an amazing opportunity. I have three people in front of me, each speaking a different form of the language I am studying. I must learn what I can from them.

“It will make a wonderful story,” I agree. Andromeda and Chaucer look back at me when I speak, though Chaucer still looks lost. His form of the language is the most different, more of a mixture of what we now know as German, Latin, and English. I wish for a way to make him understand, and then I remember that this is a dream. “But first, we have to know what story we are telling.”

This time, as I speak, the confusion falls away from Chaucer’s face and understanding replaces it.

“I think we all understand each other now, no?” I ask. The authors agree, we are all able to understand one another. “Awesome, let’s test it out. Do all of you know the Lord’s Prayer?”

Another round of agreement follows before I turn to Chaucer and ask him to say it.

“Oure fadir that art in heuenes, halewid be thi name; thi kyngdoom come to; be thi wille don, in erthe as in heuene. Yyue to vs this dai oure breed ouer othir substaunce, and foryyue to vs oure dettis, as we foryyuen to oure dettouris; and lede vs not in to temptacioun, but delyuere vs fro yuel. Amen."

I take special notice of the pronunciation. It is one thing to read Middle English on paper, but another thing entirely to hear it spoken. The words flow from Chaucer’s mouth much better than they ever have from mine when trying to read and reconstruct the language in my mind.

Then, Shakespeare.

“Our father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our tresspasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen."

And finally, Andromeda.

“I learned it as the Our Father, but it’s more or less the same as that guy’s,” he says, pointing to Shakespeare. “Or would you rather I say the non-Roman Catholic version?”

“There’s a difference?”

“Yeah, I’ll do that one. Our father in heaven, we honor your holy name. We ask that your kingdom will come now. May your will be done on earth, just as it is in heaven. Give us our food again today, as usual, and forgive us our sins, just as we forgive those who have sinned against us. Don't bring us into temptation, but deliver us from the Evil One. Amen."

The shock I feel at the words must be plastered on my face, as Andromeda responds, “Yeah I don’t like it either. I grew up saying the older version and it just feels right to me.”

Before I can ask the authors anything else, the room starts to fade. A ringing echoes through my mind–my phone is ringing!

I wake with a start, the three texts still laying before me and my phone going off next to them. The number scrawled across the screen is my academic advisor’s, probably checking in on me to see if I’ve had any luck with my studies.

#andi talks #only one final left #well two technically but the second is just reciting latin #one more that i have to put effort in to let's say #because the latin is already written (its something we composed earlier in the semester) and i just have to perform it #not even tagging this as writing because i genuinely hate what i've written so much

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helenazbmrskai · 2 years

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Mr Dream Writer 1 [Drabble Series]

Pairing – [Seokjin x Reader]

Genre – [Best Friend’s Brother AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Writer AU, Slow Burn, Coming Off Age, Romance, Roommates To Lovers]

Summary – [Jin is the sun and you’re the moon.]

Warnings – [age gap (8 years), children’s book writer!jin and smut writer!oc, future smut, pining, sexual tension, fluff, angsty thoughts]

Word Count – [1,2k]

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Kim Seokjin. Jin in short – for friends and family. Your bestest friend’s older brother and your roommate of five months, nine hours and- (a brief look at your wristwatch) twenty minutes. He’s tall with shoulders as wide as the ocean. Could take over the model industry at any moment. But also born with a heart of gold. He’s like the warmest of summers, the orange hues of the sunset. Shines so bright in the darkness of your night sky that you’re afraid of getting hurt if you dare to approach the burning sun. If he’s the sun then you’re the moon. The opposite that, unfortunately – doesn’t attract.

If it wasn’t obvious from the intro. You have the biggest crush on Seokjin. Ever since he caught you three years ago when you were on a holiday and you almost fell off the cruise boat. You could still remember how it felt to be held by him. Your back was pressed against his chest and his fingers dug into your waist to keep both of your balance. His breath hit the shell of your ear when he asked in his sexy voice are you alright. Your heart was beating so fast for him. You swear his mum knew what you were thinking. Caught onto your ’school girl’ behaviour that summer even when his son was too dense to see your growing feelings for him.

You spelt it out in several notebooks (his name on every page with little pink hearts) and his handsome face is a recurring figure in your dreams at night. It’s cliché – to fall in love with your best friend’s brother and sadly it’s not how the romance novels you like to read portray it where you fall but he falls harder.

You would like a daydream ending to your story but it doesn’t seem to happen anytime soon. So you write your own books instead – where you magically fall in love with Jin and he falls back. Jin didn’t have a girlfriend after he ended things with his last one three years ago. He dealt with his heartbreak at the time you started developing your feelings and the timing didn’t seem right. It felt like you were longing for someone’s love whose heart isn’t available. Full of someone else’s looming presence.

Sometimes you can’t help it. Hope flares in your heart. His intentions are pure but you can’t help but wonder. You chat about your days during dinner – and his thumb wipes some sauce from your lips. He asks if you want to hang out with the boys at the bar – and his hand is on the small of your back guiding you to the table between busybodies. You shiver from the cold wind at night on your way home from bowling with your friends – and his jacket is neatly laid on your shoulders a moment later. Small details that probably mean nothing whilst it’s everything for you.

There are times when you could picture yourself next to him, holding his hand and kissing his lips. You don’t let yourself to tap into false hope often. It’s too draining. Left with disappointment in the end when he goes on a date or he brings someone home for the night.

The brightest light burns out the fastest. Some things are not meant to be and it’s you and Jin. Blah. Blah. Blah.

You spend most days outlining your plot holed up in your room. Keyboard smashing as you fly over the estimated word count. Who knew that unrequited love could give you so much inspiration. Writing and editing until your eyes hurt and your nose bleeds is how masterpieces are created. Living between the pages of your love book – it’s certainly better than real life. Caffeine and food are your new lover, at least, they can’t hurt your feelings.

You can hear the front door open and close. It’s midday. He’s usually nose-deep in his work. If not he helps old ladies to cross the street or save kittens that got stuck on high trees – aka living the life of an angel. So what is he doing at home? You hear keys clinking and a heavy sigh followed by sluggish footsteps.

Your typing ceased your fingers hovering over your keyboard as you listen. Should you greet him? He could be having a hard day.

Seokjin’s a polite and friendly roommate. Treats you like a little sister. Brr. You hate that term so much! Platonic. Ghost-like sometimes as he’s occupied more than not. He’s a homebody just like you but likes his hangouts every now and then. He’s neat and domestic – honestly, the best roommate you had so far. A popular children's book writer who’s currently writing his fifth book. Next to four best sellers, his wide shoulders carry a lot of pressure to do well.

He most likely comes from his publication agency. You heard that their ideas about his next book don’t mould well with what Jin envisioned. It’s a tough cookie. He needs to please his publishers to get his book out but at the same time, writing cannot be forced – he wants his story to be something worth telling to his little audience.

Your mouth waters at the sight of Jin’s broad shoulders in a fitting white t-shirt and some baggy pants. You like his day clothes but you like them especially when he goes casual – true boyfriend material looks with soft hoodies and plain shirts.

His eye smile melts you into a puddle as he catches you making his favourite comfort food.

”You always know what I need. It smells amazing Y/N. Can I get a taste?” You try to keep your composure when Seokjin snakes his arms around your body engulfing you in a back hug that brings the scent of his body wash to waft into your nose. Your heart is beating loudly in your throat and you’re hoping that the thumping of your excited heartbeat isn’t noticeable with his chest tightly pressed to you. You want to melt into him – melt into the lazy circles he leaves with his thumb on your hipbone absentmindedly.

The tip of his nose kisses the side of your cheek as you slightly turn in his direction holding up your spoon for a taste just like he asked.

”Hmn. Tastes good.”

Your entire body seizes up when he moans into your ear (fucking moans) and your panties dampen by the sheer sinfulness of the sound. Fuck. He’s going to be the death of you.

”S-Set the table, will you?” You hope he doesn’t put two and two together by the tremor in your voice. You’re his baby sister’s best friend there’s no way he would look at you the same way as you are looking at him.

”Sure. Finish up buttercup I’m starving.” He squeezes you for a moment longer before he lets you go and steps back. The cold air that rushes back now that his body heat is gone makes an involuntary shiver run down your spine. He doesn’t notice any of your odd reactions. Seokjin skips into the living room like normal carrying two plates with him and forks.

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