#someone who will kiss my forehead and let me lean against them while we watch a movie | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

whocaresstillthelouvre · 2 months

Text

Golden Walkway

Pairing: Jackson Joel Miller x Female Reader (Reader is a teacher in Jackson, has long hair.) Rating: Explicit. 18+ (Minors DNI) Summary: It’s your birthday, Joel takes you out to the Tipsy Bison, kisses (and does more to) you in the rain, and takes you home to give you a gift (it's sex, the gift is sex). Also, the thought of Joel spitting whiskey in someone's mouth happened and I had to write it out. 🤷🏼‍♀️ Warnings: smut, drinking, consent first, degradation second, followed by so much praise, hair pulling, spitting, Joel calls you a slut, fingering against a brick wall, F receiving oral, I watched that doggy style Narcos gif (for research) a lot, unprotected p in v, apocalypse birth control (pulling out), Joel’s canon age, Reader’s in her 30’s. Words: 4,300 A/N: Hi! Welcome to my first published fic. I'm currently working on a grander scale fic with these two, I hope to have the first chapter out within the next couple of weeks. I just really wanted to get this out there! Thanks for reading and a big thank you to @ohheypedrito for all of her help and also to our phones for not overheating when I send 40 texts at once with ideas for fics. Hope you enjoy, can't even blame the feralness of this on the full moon.

Edit: I posted the Masterlist for Elks, my work these two are included in.

***

“Was turning 21 as fun as they’d show in movies back then?” You’re cuddled in next to Joel on his couch sketching in your notebook while Joel reads a book about Native Americans that you found him. You always do this, a random question or thought to break the comfortable silence.

“Not for me, bought a 12 pack of Bud Light and split it on my porch with Tommy. Sarah was only a toddler then and I had work in the morning. Didn’t have the money or the time to go to a bar. ‘Course I don’t think a lotta people did anything the way they’d show in the movies.”

“I always wanted to have my 21st birthday at a bar, ya’ know? Wait until the clock strikes midnight and order a weird named shot.”

“Well, I reckon we could do that at the Bison tomorrow night. Might not be your 21st but I’ll get you whatever you want to drink, and the best part is you can drink before midnight.” Joel pulls you in closer and kisses your forehead, “What do you say, let me take you out for your birthday sweetheart.”

“Yes, please,” you sigh into his shoulder, “sounds amazing.”

“Wear that little blue dress I know you have hanging in your closet.”

The drinks flowing through you making you downright giddy, alcohol making you bolder, your body and your inhibitions becoming looser, your hands becoming addicted to touching Joel, first his leg, then his thigh, now his lower stomach, right at his waistband. You haven’t been this tipsy in a long time, your face feeling flushed and red more from your desire than any drink you’ve had tonight.

“You better knock that off before I take you outside in the rain and fuck you against the building, darling,” Joel huffs into your ear. His fiery warning massaging your neck causing your heart rate cooled by your inebriation to pick up.

“Sooo, keep going?” You slur back.

“If that’s what you really want,” Joel puts a forceful squeeze on your upper thigh, a layer of your dress laying between his skin and your skin. If you weren’t both sitting at the bar, and maybe in one of the more darker corners of the saloon you’d surely hike your skirt up and let him learn just how bad you want him.

It feels so good to let go with him, to giggle openly at his jokes, stare at his profile as he talks with a friend or two who stop by to say hello, or place your hand on his broad back just because you want to touch his soft blue denim shirt.

You watch as his tongue darts out and licks the leftover whiskey off his top lip, Joel’s movements becoming a little slower thanks to the amber liquid he’s been drinking all night. Some droplets glisten on his mustache, you fight every urge inside yourself to not lean over and lick them up.

“It’s what I want,” you respond as you move your hand back and forth across his waistband.

“Jesus Christ, I’m about ready to throw you over my shoulder and run home,” Joel says as he takes your hand into his and pulls it away.

“Not so fast. You told me you’d fuck me in the rain, that’s what I want for my birthday,” you whisper into his ear with a breathy giggle.

“Can’t fuck you out here in public. Small town ‘n all, but I’ll make you feel good,” Joel takes a last swig of his drink, puts the glass down and knocks his fist on the bar to let the bartender know you two are leaving. He leans forward and drawls into your ear, “Now finish your drink if you want me to show you just how happy of a birthday I can give you.”

You nod and gulp your drink down. You’re so wet, you don’t know if you’ve ever been this turned on before. Joel grabs your arm with the perfect amount of pressure, you’ve never been so happy to get outside into the pouring rain.

——

It’s absolutely storming outside, your footsteps sloshing in the puddles on the ground. The rain pelting your’s and Joel’s bodies as you walk through late night Jackson. It feels like you’re the only two people in the whole town as you make your way farther away from the bar. The bulbs of the string lights reflecting off the water gathering on the sidewalks making your path towards Joel’s house golden. You don’t rush, the two of you not scared away by the downpour, the drops cooling your burning skin. Joel turns down the street before his, pulling you behind one of the storage buildings, it’s darker back here, practically pitch black thanks to the rain clouds blocking the moon and the nearest light source being three buildings down. You’re pushed up against the brick, Joel’s hand gently cradling your head to block it from hitting the wall, he’s such a gentleman.

“Happy birthday baby, I need you to tell me you want this, ‘n you’re okay with this, I have plans for you and I need you to tell me you want it.” Joel instructs you, all you can see is his eyes and the faint lines of his facial hair, the rest of him camouflaged by the darkness surrounding the two of you.

“I want it, more than anything. Please,” your voice straining as you beg.

“Tell me you want me to have my way with you,” Joel speaks into your slack mouth as he rubs his arched nose against yours.

“I want you to have your way with me,” you moan against his wet shirt, “so bad.”

“Good girl, now, m’not gonna fuck you here, because I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop and I need to have you in my bed tonight.” Joel starts to move his hand down your body lifting the hem of your dress. “But, you are going to cum for me right here.” Joel captures your mouth with his. His hand starts to trace the outline of your panties, you mew out a cry as his fingers slip through and begin to pet you right where you ache the most. His hands are so big, his fingers so long and thick, always putting the right amount of pressure, moving the way you need him to move. Joel Miller is a capable man, everyone knows that, but nobody, except for you, knows just how capable he is.

Joel sticks a finger in you, though his finger is thick and feels so good, you need more to fill you.

“Another,” you instruct in between fevered kisses. Your pussy clenches as Joel pushes another finger in you. “Yessss,” you moan out against his lips.

“That’s my good girl, gotta get you stretched out f’me.” Joel begins to kiss his way down your chin and neck stopping at your chest, your hard nipples jutting through your wet dress. Joel takes one into his mouth, sucking the fabric and your tit deeper into his mouth. The sloppy wet sounds of Joel’s suctions making you want him more.

“Another finger,” you shudder out. “Three? You really want it tonight, don’t you?” Joel mumbles against your chest as he sticks a third finger in. It burns, it burns in the best way. You’re ready for him, it’s what you’ve been waiting for all night. You bite down on your lip as your legs begin to shake, Joel can tell you’re right on the edge and twists his fingers inside of you as he finger fucks you harder.

Your orgasm bursts forward your whole body going stiff as you try not to wail out into the night.

“That’s iiiiiit baby,” Joel pulls his fingers out of you and softly pets your pussy from hole to clit.

He removes his hand from between your legs bringing it up between the two of you resting his finger tips against your lips, you open your mouth and begin to lick. His tongue meeting yours as you both clean his thick digits covered in you. He takes his hand away leaving just your mouths to taste each other. His kiss turns tender, your kiss turns desperate.

Joel pulls away resting his forehead against yours. “My beautiful birthday girl. Let’s get you home, my gift’s not done.”

——

Your body practically chills with the promise of what is left to come. Joel grabs your hand and you take it depending on him to lead you to his home. Every step you take you feel your wet core heavy with lust, you’re soaked from the rain and from Joel, if you could drown like this, you would go down with the sinking ship. His house comes into view, your body tingling in anticipation at the site as the both of you speed your footsteps up in perfect agreement.

He throws open the gate, you’re following so close you almost trip on his heels making your way up the walkway and steps. He fumbles for his keys and unlocks the doors, you take the opportunity to run your hands all over his back and sides, rubbing the wet cloth of his shirt as it molds to his body. The door swings open and you both shuffle into his living room gasps escaping your mouths, both out of breath from your dash home and your mutual want for each other. You step out of your wet shoes and shake your hair out.

“Take your dress off, right now.” Joel huffs out as he tosses his keys on the console table and begins to kick his boots off.

You strip yourself of your baby blue frock as fast as you can. You’ve never had a reason to wear such a revealing piece of clothing. You don’t know why you held onto it, let alone grabbing it from the communal clothing rack, never thinking anything, or anyone, would be worthy enough for you to dress up for. Joel’s worthy, so worthy.

“Feel like I’m a little underdressed here…” your words grab Joel’s attention as he moves his hands up to his chest to begin to unbutton his denim shirt. He gets one button taken care of before he rips it open. Shame, it’s your favorite shirt, you'll have to fix it for him later. You watch as a button rolls underneath a table, before you can note where it lands, your attention turns back to Joel to find him stepping out of his jeans and underwear leaving him completely naked.

What a sight, what a fucking sight. There’s only a lamp on in the room, Joel’s body being cast in amber color and shadow, one side of him on full display glowing in the light, the other more difficult to discern. He moves forward stalking you. “Now I’m the underdressed one here. Take them off for me,” he says as he moves to pick up a bottle of whiskey from his shelf.

You follow his instructions shucking your underwear down your legs and leaving them pooled at your feet.

“Good girl,” Joel says as he begins to walk towards you unscrewing the lid off the bottle. He stands in front of you and takes a drink. “Open your mouth,” he orders as he grabs your hair and tips your head back. He takes another pull from the bottle, this time he raises his mouth over your mouth and begins to dribble drips of whiskey down from his mouth into yours. A moan raises from your throat, causing Joel to tighten his hold on your hair and arch your head back even more. He spits the rest of the whiskey straight into your mouth, you happily swallow his spit and liquor down. He unwinds his hands from your hair, takes another drink and kisses you, the whiskey and his tongue spilling into your mouth. Joel pulls back and takes his last swig before resting the bottle on the table. “Get upstairs.”

You don’t think you’ve ever run so fast in your life, tripping over your feet as you rush your way up, Joel’s naked form hunting you like prey up each step.

The sight of Joel’s bed brings a new wave of goosebumps to your skin.

“Bend over on the bed darlin,” Joel turns on a lamp in the corner and pulls it closer. “Need to lick and fuck you with my tongue.”

You move over to Joel’s side of the bed and bend forward, your ass sitting high in the air and your face in the sheets, you inhale the smell of Joel on his sheets. You swing your hips in giddy anticipation of what’s about to happen.

You feel his body lean over yours, his erection laying over your lumbar. “Okay baby, once again, need you to tell me you’re good with me having my way with your body,” he tempts into your ear.

“Fuck, y—yes, fuck, of course I am good. So good.”

“That’s my girl,” Joel’s heavy body lifting off of yours as he kneels between your legs. You feel his hot breaths on you where you’re aching for him the most, you widen your stance egging him on to touch you. “Look at you,” Joel licks your thigh, “so fuckin’ wet you’ve spilled out into your thighs.”

You scream a pleasured yell as Joel’s teeth bite down into the flesh of your thigh and sucks your skin into his mouth. The pain is perfect. He loosens his bite, kissing and licking the spot, the sensation making your body quiver.

“Okay baby?”

“Y-y-yessss,” you answer.

“Whaddo you need sweetheart?”

“Lick me,” you beg out, “please.”

“‘Course. Where do you want me to lick you?” Joel questions as he nuzzles his head against your ass cheek, giving it a small bite.

“My pussy. Pleeeaaase,” you’d say you sound pathetic but you couldn’t care less, your lust overshadowing any type of pride.

“Mm, you sound so needy baby, you sound like you really need my tongue on you, huh?” His teasing drawl drives you crazy, your body won’t stop moving, absolutely radiating tensity from your want.

“Please,” you implore, sobbing out.

“Alright baby,” his hands grab your cheeks and spreads them, widening his view of you. “Prettiest thing I ever seen, love your pussy.”

This act feels so depraved, everything on display for him, legs and cheeks spread wide, your pussy exhibited for him like it’s an art piece.

You literally scream into the bed, biting down on Joel’s comforter as his tongue finally meets your core. This, thiiiiiiis is what you’ve been wanting all night. Joel moans against you, not being able to hold himself back as he tastes you, his fevered licks exploring your cunt, his large tongue mapping every inch of you. He’s absolutely conquering you, the noises of his lips and tongue smacking against your wetness soundtracking his journey.

He can feel you getting close your hips beginning to cant as your orgasm begins to crest. You knew it wouldn’t take long, between the alcohol buzz and Joel’s tongue lapping up your wetness and cum from earlier, you knew you’d be a goner.

“Mmf, cum for me,” Joel speaks against you, his mouth full of you, too busy to pull away to clearly speak. You don’t think he can get any closer to you, his tongue working your orgasm up in intensity with each swirl and dash against your clit. You feel it, it’s here. Your legs instantly collapse, thankful that the rest of your body is resting on the bed. Your eyes tightly squeeze shut and then begin to rapidly blink as your orgasm shatters through you. Joel flattens his tongue against your clit as it pulses. You’re too turned on to make a noise, Joel stepping in for you and groaning as your juices seep out of you.

“Did so good baby,” Joel says leaving one last kiss on your clit before standing up behind you. You want to flip over to look at him, you haven’t seen his face since you laid down on the bed. You have no energy, you’re just a shell of a woman, the only sensations you can feel is the pool of wetness in between your legs and your light inebriation.

Your attention gets pulled to the sound of Joel spitting in his hand, followed by a hiss coming out of his mouth. When you realize exactly what he’s doing, you summon the strength needed to turn over. You flip over, your back thudding on the mattress your legs still spread wide, feet resting on the floor. And there…. there…. THERE he is, standing in the middle of his room, one large hand wrapped around his hard cock softly stroking as he watches you with hooded eyes. You know you just came, but the sight makes your pussy clench with desire.

Joel jerks himself off as his eyes roam your exhausted form. “Been thinking ‘bout this all day. You all laid out in front of me heaving for air after cummin’ all over my tongue,” slow strokes matching his lazing words. “Just about canceled our night out when you opened your door in that little blue dress, looked like you were wearing the sky, baby.”

You bite your lip as all of your senses are so overtly overwhelmed by lust. The sight of Joel’s handsome face watching you, the hazel flecks in his eyes twinkling in the golden light of the lamp. The smell of the rain on your skin mixed with the heady scent of your arousal and Joel’s sheets. The taste of Joel’s whiskey tongue still in your mouth. The sound of Joel’s fist pumping along his hard cock. The feel of the aftershocks of your orgasm still quaking your body. It’s so fucking much, you need Joel inside you. The thought of feeling him stretch you causes a whimper.

“Yeah baby? Havin’ a hard time over there?” Joel stops stroking his hard length, his hand pauses on his shaft. “You want me to fuck you now?”

“Pleeeease,” you keen out.

“Alright sweetheart.” Joel confidently strides over to you, dick still in hand. He stops right at the edge of your feet. “Turn back around ’n get on all fours in the middle of the bed f’me.”

You follow his instructions eager to please. The sooner you get this done, the sooner you can feel Joel enter you.

“Good girl,” he praises as the mattress dips lower with his weight behind you.

Your heart is pounding so loud, your whole body thrumming, you gulp down a breath of air trying to calm your need. You feel Joel’s cock brush against your ass cheek, he’s so close to fucking you.

“Sweetheart, I’m gonna fuck you real good and hard now. Happy birthday baby.”

And just like that, Joel buries his cock inside of you, you’re absolutely stretched around him. Your clit already worked over by Joel’s tongue, now your hole deliciously stinging while it flutters around his cock. He begins thrusting, tender and slow full strokes. Entering and exiting, swirling the head of his cock right at the entrance before plunging back in because he knows you love the feeling. Joel’s groans and your cries join in song as he begins to pound faster, the sound of your bodies slapping together match the rhythm.

“Feel so fucking good, always so perfect for me. S’a good girl, always take it so good,” Joel grits out.

He grabs your hair and wraps it around his fist as he pounds into you. “No one knows how fucking slutty you get for me behind these walls. They think you’re one of those innocent little teachers.” Joel pulls your hair harder causing a scream of ecstasy from you. “You love this, don’t you?”

You do. It’s so rough, so different from how gentle he always is with you. It feels like a luxury to be treated this way by him.

“Y-y-y-yes, God I love it,” you whimper.

“That’s right. That’s what I like to hear. So pretty so smart. So much smarter than me, now I’m makin’ you stupid with my cock, right baby?”

Everybody knows Joel Miller as the strong, silent type, a man of few words, somebody who doesn’t do chit chat. But with you in his bed naked and wailing as he slams into you, Joel Miller won’t shut up.

“Doin’ so good for me. So pretty, so perfect f’me. So wet for me.”

“You made me so wet earlier, I was afraid I was going to leave a mark on the barstool.” Your words coming out as tortured weeps, so lost in your ecstasy you struggle with every word spoken.

“Fuuuuuck.” That got him good. He pounds you even harder, the bed frame shaking violently against his wall, your body and cunt acting as if it’s the only barrier between Joel knocking a hole in the plaster. “Had I fuckin’ known I would have made you stick your face on that chair and made you lick yourself up as I fuck you against it.”

That’s it, that’s the hottest thing you’ve ever heard. Joel’s deep timbered accent grunting those deviant words as he grabs you and begins to roll his hips into your cunt. Your body is strung so tight and rigid in all places besides your hips and core, pumping and rolling along with Joel’s as he fucks you. You’re close again, your panting breaths letting Joel know.

“Baby, if you gotta cum, cum,” his grip on your hips pressure into you.

“Going … going.. going to,” the only words you can say as your third orgasm radiates out of your body, your pussy is the epicenter, tingles firing through your veins, your hands fisting the blankets at your detonation. Slack jawed and fucked senseless you rally the strength to not disintegrate and fall into Joel’s bed. Your world has been shattered by Joel, but your body survives for him, your legs and arms shaking under gravity and your weight as they deal with the fallout.

“C’mere baby, lemme help you.” Of course he can tell you’re struggling. He reaches his hands around, clutching your stomach and pulling you up against him. Your back up against his chest, his hand seeking out your breast, the other wrapping around your torso and clutching you to him. He holds you as he fucks into you, his nose brushing against your ear as he puffs and grunts against your neck. “Fucking. Love. You. So. Much.” Each word matching a thrust into you. Your hands find his and grip them, you’ve never felt more loved and protected. Joel Miller has got you.

You feel the familiar shudder in Joel’s movements as he edges close to his climax. His labored breaths getting louder and more fevered against your neck. You’re absolutely wrecked, but the angle of Joel’s cock inside of you mixed with the feeling of the shudder in his movements as he edges himself brings forth another orgasm. Words are gone, just sounds, whatever your throat can muster up and out of your mouth.

“That’s it, that’s it, that’s it,” Joel repeats. His hands squeezing yours so tightly, his chest heaving against your back, his strong thighs straddling yours, his nose pressing into your ear. You feel his body tense as he pulls out. His release coating your pussy as his whole body surrounds you. Hot breaths huffing against the side of your face in between featherlight kisses. “Love you,” a whisper in your ear so delicate and sweet as he lets go of your hands. Your body falling forward without his support, your arms catching you before crashing down on the bed. Joel gets up with a groan as you lay yourself down on your stomach, taking the opportunity to stretch your legs out before rolling over on your side to watch Joel. He stands arms akimbo in the middle of the room. He’d look like a Greek statue if his shoulders weren’t rising and falling rapidly as he catches his breath. He’s gorgeous and he looks just as wrecked as you feel.

“Probably shouldn’t have gotten up as quick as I did,” he chuckles. “Damn well feel like I’m standing in the middle of a earthquake.” You love the casual banter he puts forth seconds after being deep inside you, his cum still covering your core. This is love.

You smile at him, your cheek resting on your hand as a makeshift pillow. You’re exhausted… the whole night and your four orgasms catching up with you. Eyes feeling heavy, matching your limbs you begin to drift off.

A wet sensation in between your legs jerks you awake. “Sorry baby, just want to clean you up,” a whisper just as light as Joel’s tender attention as he washes you lulls you back to sleep.

——

“Baby,” Joel’s low voice gently wakes you up along with a soft kiss to your forehead.

You groan as you stretch your sore muscles under the sheet, opening your eyes to find Joel gazing down lovingly at you. He’s backlit by the filtered morning sunlight shining in through his bedroom windows. What a way to wake up. “Happy birthday sweetheart, I’d let you sleep all day but I need to give you my present.” His face is so bright and cheerful, a boost in your confidence provided by just how happy he looks when he’s with you.

“Thought you gave me your present already last night,” you yawn.

“Sweet girl, that was a present for both of us. Now come on, get up.” You grab his offered hand and reluctantly get out of bed. Joel wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug, his hands splayed across your back as you nuzzle your face in his warm chest. “Happy birthday.”

A/N: THANK YOU for reading my first ever fic. My inbox is always open. :)

#joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #tlou fanfic #tlou fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfiction #joel miller/reader #pedro pascal fanfiction #the last of us fanfiction #elks #joel miller smut #joel miller fic #pedro pascal

831 notes · View notes

sisgotdemons · 1 year

Note

Is it bad I just wanna suck Joel off with the highest chance of someone coming in on us? Just like, imagine it, ugh

Birthday Boy

Pairing || Joel Miller x Female!Reader

Summary || It's his day, of course you'd treat him well today.

Word Count || 1,227

Contents & Warnings || Fluff & Smut — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, explicit content/language, pet names (baby, hon/honey, sweetheart, good girl), oral (male receiving), teasing, face/throat fucking, spit/saliva, cum swallowing, getting caught, established relationship, ONE spank, 2 mentions of the word Daddy (said by Joel)

Disclaimer || This is my first ever fic, I'm sorry if it's not super good. I promise whatever comes next will be better!

It was Joel's birthday and you invited Tommy over to celebrate with you and Sarah, forcing him to stay home for the day. It's not that he hated to celebrate his day, he was usually busy with work and came home late.

"How old are you again, old man" you hear from the living room, followed by a chuckle from Tommy.

"If you think 28 is old, I'm scared about what you think in 20 years, hon'," you say walking back in the living room with two bowls of popcorn, placing them on the coffee table and sitting right next to your birthday boy.

"Thank you, sweetheart," Joel says while wrapping an arm around you and placing a peck on your temple. Your relationship with Joel has been amazing for the past 2 years. When thinking back about it, you've got thank Sarah and her boldness to get her father into the dating scene. Who's daughter would slip her own dad's number to the local dinner waitress? Only in the Miller household, that's for sure.

"Movie in? What we watching again?," Tommy leans over his niece on the floor, grabbing a beer set there only a few minutes ago, Sarah replies, "Men in Black 2." as she wipes down the liquid ring caused by the beer bottle. "Learn to use a coaster next time, please"

"Ok ok, just play the damn thing. I wanna see if this is better then the original," he said before taking a swig of beer. You all sit comfortably, Tommy and Sarah huddled together on the floor and you and Joel cuddling together. You look up at him, admiring his facial features, wondering how he didn't notice his own beauty. He feels your stares and looks down at you and places his forehead against yours before placing a hand on your thigh and facing back to the screen.

There's about a quarter left of the movie now. Sarah had fallen asleep against Tommy, who's starting to feel the effects of the couple of beers. "I'm heading up, want me to take this one too?," he says looking up at the couple on the couch, "I'll tuck her in and whatever."

"Yeah that's fine Tommy, thank you," you say while smiling at the two on the floor, watching him pick up the sleeping teen, struggling for a second, then walking up the steps. Soft groans and a "Shh, it's fine, just me" can be heard faintly going up the steps.

You and Joel are left alone on the couch and the sequel playing in front of you. Placing a hand on his lap, you lean up and kiss his jaw. "Did you have a good birthday, my love?"

Joel chuckled and pulled you onto his lap, hands placed on your hips, "Of course I did, I always enjoy the quality time we spend, together as a family," he then leans forwards towards your ear whispering, "and when we're alone," followed by a playful smack on your ass.

"Uh, you nasty old man," you jokingly gasped out, lightly hitting Joel's chest. He let out a hearty laugh, both hands now on your ass, "Well this 'old man' loves you and everything you do, baby."

You place your hands on his chest, rubbing softly against the button down he wore. You sit in silence for awhile until you break it.

“Do you want me to suck your dick?”

Your words almost gave him whiplash, eyes blinking furiously as he had a confused and intriguing expression on his face.

“Right now?”

“Yeah dummy, right now.”

“Where did this come from, pretty girl?” His lips turned up in a smirk at the thought of you sucking him off right here on the couch.

“Maybe I'm just in the mood to suck your dick. So do you want me to or not?," you say smirking.

“Fuck, you know I could never resist your offer, baby.” His hand reaches up to your mouth, thumb caressing your lips, thinking about them wrapped around him, making his cock twitch. You reach down and grabbed his covered bulge and palmed him in your hand. The idea of sucking him off had his cock hardened.

“What about Sarah and Tommy, sweetheart? What if they come back down?”

“Well, you need to be my eyes and ears, old man, because I’ll be too busy with your pretty dick in my mouth.”

He groaned in anticipation when you got up and made yourself comfortable on your knees, peering up at him through your thick lashes. Quickly, you pulled his jeans and boxers down, his hard dick springing into view, making you lick your hungry lips.

His hand petting your head lovingly gave you the encouragement you needed to have at him.

You licked his tip, collecting the bead of pre-cum that was forming on it. The feeling of your tongue on him and the risk of getting caught had him groan out.

He pushed your head on his cock, becoming slightly impatient. He wanted to feel your wet and tight mouth rubbing against him. When he was in your throat, he groaned out in satisfaction, his eyes closing in bliss.

You sucked him off like your life depended on it, slurping and moaning around his cock. Your mouth and hand worked together to bring him towards the edge. You released his length for a moment with a pop and spat on him, watching your saliva trickle down his heavy cock, making you hungry for more.

"Fuck baby, you're doing so damn good. Sucking Daddy's cock so good," he says hand gripping your hair, encouraging you to take him deeper once again.

You took him all the way to the back of your throat again, making your eyes water. The light gagging made him shiver on the spot. You pushed through the slight discomfort, wanting to make him feel as good as possible.

He fucked your mouth hard, saliva dripping down your chin with each force of his hips. “So pretty and messy for me, baby.” He was in awe as he watched you take each inch of him. He was a little over average size, yet was thick enough to make your jaw hurt in the best ways.

“Ah, fuck,” he leaned his head back while shutting his eyes tight, “I'm gonna come.”

A thrust or two more, and he was shooting his hot cum down your throat, some coming out from the sides of your mouth. You continued to bob your head on him until he was done spilling every single drop.

“Show me,” he moaned, tugging you off of his softening dick. You showed him your empty mouth, tongue stuck out with no trace left of him in your mouth.

"Such a good girl for me. Knows exactly how to treat her Daddy," he groans while taking his free hand and rubbing your cheek, causing you to lean into his touch.

"Open that pretty mouth again for me, my love." You follow his orders opening your mouth allowing him to spit in your empty cavity and without being told to, you swallow happily.

"Hey lovebirds, next time ya'll are havin' fun, invite me yeah?" You look up in the direction of the stairs, hearing the other male voice in the house chuckle. "If you don't, just keep it down next time."

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal x reader #joel miller #joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #the last of us #the last of us smut

2K notes · View notes

vampzity · 4 months

Text

𝙎𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙮 𝙑𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚’𝙨

Pairing: seonghwa x gn!reader

Genre: fluff, valentine’s day, snowed in au, pet names (my love), one shot, valentine’s day series

Synopsis: It’s Valentine’s Day, the first you’ve had in a while and Seonghwa had a reservation at one of the finest restaurants in town planned for you. That is, until you both become snowed in from the unexpected arrival of a snowstorm that should’ve been nothing but “small flurries.” How will you spend your Valentine’s now? Is it ruined?

Now Playing: My Love is All Mine - Mitski

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: I hope you guys like part 2 of the series! This one is one of my personal favs so far! Check out the rest below :D

Hongjoong’s Pt. Masterlist Yunho’s Pt.

“Oh my god, that was ridiculous..”

You parked your car behind Seonghwa’s in the driveway, sighing at the fact that a typical 10-minute drive from work to home managed to be 40 minutes due to the heavy loads of snow and traffic. You turned the car off and stepped out, feeling the hard cold breeze hit your face. It was cold for some snow but, because of the heavy winds, it felt a lot colder than it was. Practically feeling as if your face would fall off if you didn’t walk into the house any faster.

You grabbed Seonghwa’s gift from the passenger seat, along with the box of cookies you picked up from his favorite bakery which managed to stay open just long enough for you to get your order. You closed the door, locked the car, and quickly ran to the door while struggling to grab your house key. You shuttered as the cold breeze continued to hit you as you fumbled with your keys and, when you finally got the key a small light appeared before you.

“Happy Valentine’s, my love.”

Seonghwa.

He pulled you in for a hug and closed the door behind you, the warm air in the house bringing your body back to its natural temperature. He kissed you on the forehead and pulled away fully to smile at the gifts you held in your hands.

“Here, let me hold this for you so you can get comfortable.” He grabbed his gifts and walked towards the dining room, placing them on the table. You removed your jacket and placed it on the coat hanger, soon switching your boots out for the house slippers that sat near the cubby. You rubbed your hands together and blew into them softly, desperate to regain the heat that once rested in them. No matter how long you lived in South Korea, you knew you’d never be able to get used to the harshness of the cold, especially with how long it took you to find the house key earlier.

You walked towards the dining room, hearing the TV rave about the unexpected snowstorm making its way through Incheon and Seoul. Seonghwa stood by the stove, not realizing you had come in. You leaned against the chair that sat by his gifts as you continued to watch him be your personal chef on the stove. It was rare that Seonghwa ever did decide to cook, which was ironic for someone who loved to eat so much and could scarf down a Christmas meal in one sitting.

He turned around to be met with your eyes, only to give you a shy smile and wave you down to sit. “I don’t think it’s wise to go out tonight. Seeing it took you almost an hour to get home, I think it’s safer that we dine in today.” He turned back around and continued to poke at the pan, adding spices here and there as he went. “So you decided to bring the restaurant to me, hm?” You raised an eyebrow, laughing slightly at the comment you made when he scoffed at the remark.

He walked over to the cabinet to grab a glass and placed it down beside you. He grabbed red wine from a box on the counter and began to pour it into the cup, watching your eyes widen at the realization of what type it was.

“Seonghwa.. this is the most expensive wine in all of South Korea! How did you even manage to get this with all the snow today?!” You watched him place the wine down beside your cup, smiling as he began to walk back over to the stove. “I got it a few days before. I know it’s one of your favorites whenever we travel to Busan so, on my trip with the gang, I picked some up for you.” You felt your cheeks flush with red hearing how he paid attention to your interests. How even when he was with his friends, he still thought about you. You and he had only been together for a year, but it was refreshing to be in a relationship where your feelings and interests mattered.

After a few minutes, Seonghwa placed a plate of spaghetti in front of you where small amounts of beef sticking out from under the noodles. It was topped with a small garnish. He knew how much you loved this dish, as every time you travel to Italy with the boys on tour, it’d be the first thing you ordered whenever you guys went out to eat. He placed his plate of food on the table, took a seat beside you, and poured himself a glass of wine.

“Well, dig in my love.” He began to eat his spaghetti as you sat there in awe, completely baffled by everything he quickly planned despite the unexpected snow. You took a bite of your meal, humming in favor of how well it tasted, how he somehow managed to get that same taste from Italy.

“Seonghwa, how did you do all of this? Get the recipe? All the ingredients?? Why.. how do you treat me so well..?”

He paused and took a couple of sips of wine, glancing over at you with soft-hearted eyes. He placed his warm hand on top of yours, caressing it with his thumb. “You deserve it.. you’ve been through enough y/n.” He smiled, placing a small kiss on your hand. “Please, don’t ever feel like you’re unworthy of my love and care... you deserve the world. Heck, if I could give it to you, I would.” You returned a smile, feeling your cheeks flush up once again from the attention and sweet words he gave you.

However, he was right, you haven’t done anything wrong for you to not deserve him. All Seonghwa wanted to do, was that simple. Love you and show you how much he cared after all those years of trauma you went through.

“Thank you..” you mumbled, continuing to eat the rest of your meal.

You sighed one of relief after changing into something more comfortable, pj’s. Just a simple tank top and a pair of fuzzy pajama pants that Seonghwa had gotten you this past Christmas. You sat by the window, admiring the fresh coats of snow that lined the neighborhood as more fell on top. As much as you didn’t prefer the cold, snow was one thing you enjoyed about it. It gave you a sense of peace, kind of the same way rain did.

A knock on the door interrupted your thoughts. “Pretty isn’t it?” Seonghwa made his way inside with gifts, both yours and his own. He placed them on the bed, waving for you to come over and sit with him.

“Ah, I forgot I had gotten you gifts... I was just so taken aback by what you’ve done for me today.” You fiddled with your fingers, blushing once again at how sweetly Seonghwa was being towards you today. “No worries my love, I want you to open yours first.” He handed you a small red bag, the tag on the string reading “To my only love: y/n.” You glanced at him shortly before your eyes returned to his hands, wondering what could be inside such a small bag. You rook the gift into your hands, pausing for a second.

“Go ahead, open it.” He beamed his teeth at you encouragingly.

You nodded and opened the bag, pulling the pieces of tissue paper out and placing them in between you two. You pulled a small white box out of the bag, tightly wrapped with a silver ribbon. Seonghwa, still beaming with excitement, watched your eyes light up as you carefully removed the ribbon and opened the box.

A small silver bracelet sat nicely inside, charms of all sorts placed on it. From the sun and moon to a heart with your favorite color, all the way to a charm with Seonghwa’s initial. You held it in your hands as you looked up at him, tears starting to swell in your eyes. Seonghwa’s smile dropped as he saw the tears spill out of you, mistaking you for being in distress. He panicked, cupping your face with his warm hands.

“What’s wrong?? Do you not like it?? I can take it back.” He wiped your tears and placed his hands on your shoulders as you giggled slightly at his actions. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, cocking his head to the side.

“Silly. I do like it.” You wiped the continuous tears that remained to fall as you looked down at the bracelet. “It’s just super overwhelming.. no one has ever done this for me before.” Seonghwa smiled, grabbing the bracelet from your hands and opening the clasp. He wrapped it around your wrist and closed it, allowing you to admire the beauty of it now on you.

“Thank you, Seonghwa... it’s beautiful.” He leaned in and kissed your forehead slightly, his hand coming up to caress your cheek.

“I’m glad my love. Remember you deserve this, you deserve everything and more. Everything no one has done for you, I will.” He got up from the bed and ran out of the room for a quick second, leaving you confused. A few seconds later he returned, holding a blanket in his hands. You raised an eyebrow at him as he slowly made his way towards you and placed the blanket in your lap. It moved slightly, scaring you a bit until a small head popped out from the side.

A cat??!!

You uncovered the blankets to see a dark grey kitten lying peacefully in your lap. It purred as you pet it softly. You felt tears beginning to swell up again in your eyes as you didn’t think his gift could get any better than it already was. Seonghwa’s hand rested on yours.

“Well? What’s his name?”

You looked up at him as you wiped your tears with your other hand. You looked at the top of his head, seeing the small scrunchie Hongjoong got him, which held his ponytail back. You smiled slightly, looking back into Seonghwa’s eyes.

“Mito.”

The young gentleman returned a smile to you, squeezing your hand slightly as he nodded in agreement. “Mito it is, my love.” He let go of you and pet the kitten softly, his purring becoming evident. “Welcome to the family Mito.”

You grabbed Seonghwa’s gift that was placed beside you and handed it to him. “Okay, your turn. Open it.”

It was a large rectangular box, wrapping paper and a bow covering what was underneath. He raised an eyebrow at you, smirking slightly as he began to tear at the paper. Revealed was a Star Wars Lego set. One that he’s been searching for since it came out, but quickly sold out online and in stores. His eyes shot out of his head as he held it in front of him, soon turning it to face you as his jaw dropped.

“How.. how did you get this??? It’s impossible to get!” You watched as his brown eyes lit up with excitement admiring the box in front of him. “Remember that business trip I went on a few weeks ago?” Seonghwa nodded as confusion painted his face. “Well, it was actually a trip outside the country. There were rumors of them being available in China, so I went with Hongjoong. I happened to find 5 left at a small Lego store in Hong Kong.”

Love pooled into his eyes as he felt so cared for by you. Feeling heard by the fact that you knew how important getting this rare set was to him, as there were only a few in the world. He placed the box down beside him and pulled you in for a soft kiss, his hand coming up to cup your cheek as your lips intertwined. He pulled back and pet you softly on your head as he admired your facial features.. oh how much he adored them. You felt your body heat up as he stared at you, it always made you flustered and nervous when he admired you so closely.

“Thank you so much y/n. You have no idea how much this means to me.” He smiled softly, placing another soft kiss on your cheek.

He got up from the bed with the Legos and made his way towards the window, grabbing the blanket from the window side and placing it on the floor. He threw some pillows down on opposite sides and gestured for you to come over.

“Well since we’re snowed in, why don’t we build it together?”

You grabbed his box of cookies and walked towards him to sit down, placing Mito on the pillow next to you. Seonghwa sat opposite you, opening the box and placing its contents between you too. Seeing his face light up like a kid brought you more than enough joy. You felt your heart sink as you felt his love towards you. Seonghwa was so genuine... so sweet and kind towards you. How could you be so lucky to have met him?

divider creds: @cafekitsune

A/N: Yunho is next! I will try to have him uploaded the next 2 days! Don't forget to check out Hongjoong's!

Taglist: @skzline @evidive @kittykat-25 @amuromio @xoxkii @losrpark @classyrbf @sundaybossanova @owmoiralover @vrtualsins @sanslovesblog

*comment to be added to future tag lists!*

#ateez #ateez fanfic #kpop #ateez seonghwa #park seonghwa #ateez oneshot #valentines day #atiny #ateez atiny #—♡vampzity #fluff #ateez x reader #seonghwa x reader

233 notes · View notes

harrysfolklore · 1 year

Note

please you write beautiful, so I have to ask you to make a imagine of harry and the reader where she and he write together sweet nothing like taylor and joe, thanks 🥺

sweet nothing

something lovey dovey for valentine’s day, i love you <3

MY PATREON | MASTERLIST

Your relationship was still a secret to the world.

They knew about you and Harry working together for his album, Harry's House, but they didn't know about the feelings that sparkled between the two of you, the shared kisses and intimate moments. They didn't know about your sweet nothings.

Sitting by the piano, with your writing journal and pen in hand, you reflected about you and Harry, about how last July you escaped from the busy life and the spotlights, and went away to your cottage in Wicklow, where you spend every second together, falling more and more for each other. You thought about how one night as you stargazed, he told you that your eyes reminded him of the tiny fireflies he used to watch growing up, and how you both promised that whenever life got overwhelming you'd always find home in each other.

I spy with my little tired eye Tiny as a firefly A pebble that we picked up last July Down deep inside your pocket We almost forgot it Does it ever miss Wicklow sometimes?

The words came to your mind smoothly as you scribbled them down in your journal, during the last few months, you've found out that writing about Harry was the easiest thing in the world.

You were in love, and your songs reflected it.

"Busy there?" his soft voice made you turn you head towards the door, he was leaning against the frame with a relaxed smile and a fond look on his eyes, you couldn't help but melt at the sight, everything about him radiated comfort.

"Just writing songs," you said as you made room for him next to you on the piano's bench, he kissed the side of your face tenderly once he sat next to you before speaking again, "Love songs about me?" his cheeky remark made you let out a breathy laugh, he was right.

"What makes you think you're any good of a muse, Styles?" you decided to tease him, even though he had been your only muse for the last few months, just as you have been his.

"Baby, I'm a great muse! Stevie Nicks said it herself!" his words made you laugh again and you moved your hands to brush away a loose curl from his forehead, taking the opportunity to press your lips to his for a moment. You could never get enough of the other, and you cherished these moments when it was just you and him wrapped up in your little love bubble.

"Remember that poem I wrote on our way home from Wicklow?" you said after a few minutes of silence, with your head against his shoulder, "I do, you never showed it to me tho." his voice was soft and quiet, as if he didn't want to break the tender ambiance around you.

On the way home I wrote a poem You say, "what a mind" This happens all the time

"It is about how I find safe heaven by your side whenever life gets hard" you let yourself be vulnerable, at the end of the day, Harry was the one who taught you that being vulnerable was part of being human.

And Harry could only look at you in pure love and adoration, he felt so lucky that he found someone so honest and real, someone he was willing to protect and take care of.

"You're my safe heaven too, baby. Nothing else matters if I get to come home to you and your sweet nothings" he confessed, every single one of his words touching every fiber of your heart.

You stayed like that for a while, your head against his shoulder and his hand softly caressing your back, scribbling lyrics on your journal and playing soft melodies in the piano. The world outside was full of pushing and shoving, but as long as you got each other you would be alright.

They said the end is comin' Everyone's up to somethin' I find myself runnin' home to your sweet nothings Outside, they're push and shovin' You're in the kitchen hummin' All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

taglist: @cucciolafaerie e @eleanordaisy @sunflowersndpeaches @golden-hoax @alienorknight @daydreamingofmatilda @ivyproblems @ayeshathestyles s s @stylesmygucci @gimsaysay @rosaliedepp @dontworrysunflower @milfrrynation @manifestrry @iceebabies @harrystylesrecs @pleasingrryyy @harianaswhore @noitsmebecky @abeanontoast @grapejuice-rry @vrittivsanghavi @msolbesg @tati813 @sad1esgf @eviesaurusrex @itsgabbysblog @theekyliepage @watermelonsugacry @be-with-me-so-happily @a-strange-familiar @reveriehs @musicforcinemas @harrybabyyyyyyy @tinydeskwriter @noooovaaaaa @tenaciousperfectionunknown @mxltifxnd0m @rach2602 @balletdancerry @b-reads-things @juiceboxrry @lomlolivia @itsgigikay @goldensstateofgrace @missmielyhoran @fdl305 @lightsoutstyles

#harry styles fake instagram #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fic #harry styles blurb #harry styles one shot #harry styles writing #harry styles story #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles au #harry styles headcanon #harrysfolklore #harry styles drabble #harry styles masterlist #harry styles fic rec #harry styles fan fiction #1k #hsfolklore archive

1K notes · View notes

fancyfeathers · 4 months

Text

Rain and Dirt (Yandere Rex Lapis/Zhongli x Goddesses!Reader) Chapter One, Rite of Descension Sequel to The Moon Will Sing and Time Alone Summary: Stories are told of Rex Lapis the God of Contracts and his darling the Goddess of the Moonlight, but what people do not know is the truth of what their relationship really is. People think at Rex Lapis’s death that his wife would be the first to weep, but what if she is the first to smile.

You were allowed to be on your own during the Rite of Descension festivities, with the condition that you would be in Yujing Terrace during the event proper. Your husband had you dressed up this morning before he left, the dress was all too familiar to you, it was the same dress you were wearing when you were taken by him thousands of years ago, he kept it, and perhaps had someone restore it, Cloud Retainer perhaps. The dress was practically the same except there were skin tight sleeves added underneath the billowing sleeves of the dress. They were there to cover the markings on your body, a gift from your husband that matched him and that bound you to him, like those physical chains did all those centuries ago.

“You look as beautiful as you did all those centuries ago, my pearl.” Your husband spoke, but you can’t respond due to a brush running over your lips as your husband applies your lipstick.

“Thank you, but Zhongli, you know I am able to do my own makeup.” You said as Zhongli set the brush down and picked up a cloth to wipe the bits of lipstick from the corner of your mouth. He chuckled as he pushed the cloth against your skin.

“I know, I know my love, but it’s an important day and I want you to look perfect.” He set down the cloth and walked across the bedroom to the dresser, letting you look in the mirror and you did look beautiful, like the same you did all those years ago. You watched as Zhongli grabbed a box off the dresser and brought it over to you. He leaned over and kissed your forehead, while setting the box on your lap. “I have to leave now, I will see you soon. I love you so, my dear.”

“Goodbye Zhongli.”

You never said I love you back, because that would be lying…

You watched as Zhongli left the room, and you heard his footsteps going down the stairs, then the door opening and closing, but no lock. Looks like he kept his word, like he always did.

You look down at the box on your lap and reached down to the note on top of it.

This reminded me of the night we first met, I hope you like it.

Of course it wasn’t signed, it didn’t need to be. You pulled off the lid and you saw laying on velvet, a hair pin with glass glaze lilies being the statement piece of it. Seems like Zhongli wanted you to look perfect if you wanted to be in the harbor during the Rite of Descension.

—————————

You walked the streets of Liyue, going from booth to booth, seeing for the first time how much the people of the city celebrated this occasion. Everything felt so alive to the time you would normally spend with the adepti around this time of year which was always so depressing and lonely.

You stopped at the booth of a small jewelry business, you were surely not short of pocket change with who your husband was. You were looking through different necklaces and chatting with the shop owner when you heard a high pitched voice call out from behind you.

“Excuse me ma’am?”

“Hm?” You turned to see a small floating girl behind you and a blond woman who wore clothes that you did not quite recognize. “May I help you two?”

“Oh yes, we were wondering where the Rite of Descension was taking place, neither of us are from here and it’s our first time witnessing it.” The floating companion explains and you smile and nod.

“It’s my first time attending the Rite as well.” You laughed a bit nervously as you answered, which made them look disappointed. “Don’t worry though, I have resided in Liyue Harbor for quite some time, I can show you where it will take place and perhaps show you around the harbor.”

“Oh no, you don’t have to do all that, ma’am-“

“No, no, it’s not a problem whatsoever, I actually quite enjoy helping people, especially when it comes to helping the people of Liyue and travelers who wish to know more. Just let me finish up here.” You smile and turn back to the shopkeeper and make an exchange for a necklace and the mora you carry. You tuck the necklace in your bag before turning back to the traveler and her companion down the street.

“So what’s your deal, miss… actually I don’t think we ever got your name.” The floating companion spoke, making you realize you never introduced yourself.

“I am (Name), and honestly I just like to meet new people, I do not often get to discuss much with others besides my husband and a few old friends.”

“Oh so you’re not a miss at all but a missus since you’re a married woman.”

“That is correct, but you may just call me (Name), no formality needed.” You nodded and smiled as you spoke. “But what may I call you?”

“My name is Lumine and this is…” she gestured over to her floating companion with a playful smirk coming across her face. “Is my emergency food.”

“Paimon is not emergency food!”

Both you and Lumine chuckled at that, look that cleared up the name problem. As you led the traveler and Paimon up the stairs, through Yujing Terrace Lumine finally asked you a question.

“(Name), do you know anything about Rex Lapis, apparently the people here quite adore him, what do you think of him?”

What do you think of him? How were you supposed to honestly answer that question, what I’m all of Teyvat would be your answer? Lie and make yourself look like another citizen of Liyue, or be honest and give this traveler a clear picture of who this land’s archon actually is. One felt wrong to you morally, the other could get you into quite a bit of trouble with your husband or even the people of Liyue if they heard you say such things about their beloved archon…

“I… I do not know if I am the right person to ask that question, but perhaps in due time I may be able to answer it.”

What else were you to say? The truth? Lies? Either way it felt you were trapped, at least this answer gave you time to think…

And thought you did…

You thought as you showed Lumine and Paimon where the Rite was taking place…

You thought as people made offerings to the Adepti and Rex Lapis…

You thought as Ninggaung started the proceedings…

But your mind went blank as you saw a draconic body fall to the ground with a crash. Everyone was in shock as the dust settled. You quickly realized that this was the draconic form of your husband, the one who had forced you to marry him, the one who tore you away from the Liyue you knew, and the one you thought about.

You could only watch as Lady Ninggaung approached the body and kneeled down next to it, looking it over. It felt like you could not breathe, like your heart had stopped when she finally stood up…

“Rex Lapis has been killed! Seal the exits!”

The panic of the crowd only covered up your shock and relief when you heard those words…

You were finally free…

After over two thousand years, you were free.

Chapter Two

#yandere genshin x you #yandere genshin #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin imagines #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere zhongli #yandere zhongli x reader #yandere rex lapis #yandere rex lapis x reader

157 notes · View notes

cloudseeker14 · 3 months

Text

Wistful Dreams (Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader)

Summary : A good friendship is something that is rare for even the strongest sorcerer in the world to come across. Surely, he'd do anything to keep it, right? Even if his heart was screaming otherwise.

Pairing : Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader

TW: Angst with sad ending

Gojo Satoru had never doubted himself of being strong. He could bring down entire hordes of curses with just a snap of his fingers, a mere mention of his name would have the enemies of the Jujitsu world trembling with terror.

Yet, when he saw you, with your wild laughter and the way it rang in his ears like the most melodious tune, he felt weakened.

"Toru, you have no idea how bad that date was!" You chuckle, plopping onto the couch "I don't know what Shoko was thinking setting me up with him, the poor dude was straight up trying to worship the very ground I walk on to get in my pants."

Toru, a nickname that only you had shared for him. The sound of it from your lips, how it seemed to bewitch every single sense of his, Satoru wanted to bottle it up just to keep hearing it again and again.

"Oh yeah?" Satoru grabbed a bowl of popcorn and say next to you, grinning "Well, do you know what can be better than some date you can have with any of those dudes?"

"Let me guess, that popcorn you generously have in your hands right now?" You asked, lips curling into smile.

A part of Satoru wanted to scream that it was him. He could be better than any of those idiots you went out to see. Afterall, how could he not be when he knew every single aspect of you as well as the back of his hand?

Would anyone else know all your favourite shows and books? Would they know exactly how you like your tea, the type of bands you enjoy or how to hug you tight while you weep into their shoulder?

"Yeah and this new thriller movie that's been released." Satoru' eyes gleamed with mischeif but the pang in his chest still remained.

You groaned, pressing a hand to your forehead dramatically. "Toru, you know I hate horror!"

The blue eyed man chuckled at your plight. "You can keep whining all you want, but if I say we are watching The Shining, then that's the only damn thing that's going to be playing on the TV tonight."

You rolled your eyes with mock offense and playfully jabbed him in the shoulder, an ordinary routine for you which still succeeded in elciting a deep stirring of longing in Satoru heart.

How would it feel to hold you close, whisper all the frantic thoughts that have been running through his head for years in your ear?

Would your lips taste as sweet as how he imagined them in his dreams?

"You do know that you might be the Jujitsu world's biggest asshole, right?" You leaned over and grabbed some popcorn from Satoru as he grabbed the TV remote, shaking it annoyingly in front of your face.

"I wouldn't have it any other way." Satoru smiled, but there was a strange softness in his expression that went unnoticed to your gaze.

It was for the best that you didn't notice because Satoru knew, deep down in the icy depths of his pride and arrogance that was bellowing at him to just tell you, that you deserved a man better than him.

You deserved someone who could give all their time to you. Someone who would usher you away from all the dangers of the world of curses, not someone like him whose very companionship would mean facing countless trials with curses determined to find the weakness of the greatest Jujitsu sorcerer.

By just being a sorcerer yourself, you came home beaten up every weekend from all the curses out for your blood. Being his would be equivalent to signing a death warrant, you'd never get a moment of peace for your whole life.

Satoru couldn't do that to you.

The movie went on for a few hours and with every scream that escaped your lips from all the blood and gore, each time your arm unknowingly brushed against his own, Satoru had to mentally restrain himself from just kissing you right then and there.

Once the movie was over, Satoru sat with you and listened to your remarks, resting his head on his hand.

"And that scene where blood just spurted from the sink was crazy!" You exclaimed animatedly "I'll admit it, this movie was better than what I expected!"

"Now this is why you should have some trust in me when it comes to movies." Satoru said smugly, adoration filling his soul itself as he drunk in your glee.

He couldn't allow himself to be too close to you, not if it meant endangering your life and health. Just being your friend and a part of your life would be enough if it meant just getting to be around you. Even if every thought in his body protested at the sight of you being set up on dates, though his own mind betrayed himself every night with indulgent fantasies of you, he'd make himself be satisfied with just being your friend.

Gojo Satoru could never have a weakness, especially not one as disadvantageous as a lover.

Satoru walked through the campus of Jujtisu High, aimlessly going through his phone after returning from one of his missions. It'd been quite simple and hadn't even succeeding in piquing the tiniest bit of his interest.

"God know why they needed me for something so simple." Gojo muttered to himself and put his phone in the pocket of his pants "I swaer to god, it's almost as if they're trying to keep me-"

All his words fell short, lodging in his throat as he saw a sight that he'd been dreading forever. There you were, stunning as always with your face perfectly framed by the setting sun as you kissed some man deeply, your fingers tangled in the locks of his black hair as you pressed your body against his chest.

Gojo Satoru could only continue watching in horror as the man placed his hands firmly on your hips with such familiarity and pulled you closer. At that moment, Satoru didn't even knew who the hell that man was but he could clearly witness that you both fit against each other like missing pieces of a puzzle.

He saw you pull away, your face flushed and lips pink from the ministrations of your lover as you giggled, not even noticing Satoru's presence in your gaze.

Gojo Satoru, for the first time in his life, walked away. He turned on his heel and continued walking in the opposite direction as the bottom of his lips trembled.

What else should he have expected? Of course you'd have someone in your life, someone who'd make you happy in all the ways he couldn't.

He knew that this had been inevitable, but goddamnit the tears that were unashamedly welling up in his eyes paid no heed to that fact.

There are certain moments in life where one must control the whirlwind of regrets in their heart.

Gojo Satoru could recall experiencing this when you introduced your boyfriend to him, all smiles and laughter. Your lover had firmly shook Satoru's hand, speaking bashfully of how amazing you are.

When you and your boyfriend looked at each other, as much as Satoru cursed the sight before him in his head, he couldn't deny the attraction between the two of you.

One you obviously didn't share for him.

But the day his very strength, his arrogance and pride as a sorcerer died within him and burnt to ashes on a pyre was when he saw you walk down the aisle.

You'd given him the invitation, practically brimming with joy and blissfully unaware of the tumultuous mirage of emotions as his heart and mind engaged in a tense conflict with each other.

Gojo Satoru felt breathless as you walked down the aisle, absolutely radiant in your wedding dress.

Satoru knew you were beautiful, but at that moment with the way your hair was let down, how the dress clutched your curves and the wind which gently made your veil flutter in the wind, he couldn't deny that you were the most stunning woman that could ever grace his eyes.

As you continued walking ahead, a small part of Satoru wanted you to look at him for just an instant. To give him a sign, anything that you suddenly didn't want this. That he could whisk you away even if he could never fully give himself to you.

But your gaze was far ahead, eyes only for the man soon to be your husband and in all your awe, you didn't even spare a single second for Gojo Satoru.

Satoru's hands trembled as he forced himself to stare at the ground, unable to look any longer. If gods did exist in this world of vicious curses, Satoru was helplessly praying to ones he'd never believed in just for all this to turn out to be a figment of his imagination.

"Y/N, do you take this man as your husband and swear to stay by his side during sickness and health, during all the moments of happiness and sadness that life will have to offer the both of you?"

Satoru forced himself to look up and he could swear that he could feel his heart shatter like glass thrown forcefully against a pavement once he saw you nod your head, tears of joy running down your face. "Yes, of course I do." You clasped your hands, eyes brimming with excitement of the prospects that awaited you in the future.

Unbeknownst to you, there was someone else who was crying in the altar with you. It wasn't your husband, who instead chose to gently caress your face and wipe away your tears with his rough, calloused hand. It wasnt your mother or any of your family members, who were all rather elated at witnessing you during this moment.

It was Gojo Satoru, tears streaming down his face as he bit down the inside of his cheek to choke down the sobs that threatened to spill from his lips. Thankfully, no one noticed him. How could they, when you could simply steal everyone's breath away with a simple flick of your hand?

"Does anyone have any objections?" The priest asked and all the guests smiled cheekily, this was just a mere formality that no one ever adhered to.

But for Satoru, those words seemed to awaken a sense of courage he didn't even know existed to him. Proclamations of love and longing, of how he knew that he could make you happy made its way to the tip of his tongue, only to crumble away as he saw your expression of delight as you gazed into the eyes of the man you loved.

Gojo Satoru was a man of many spades, he was nonchalant, full of himself and always determined to get what he wants.

But he couldn't bring himself to be the villain of your love story, not if it meant seeing that smile disappear from your face on your special day.

"Then I pronounce you husband and wife!" The priest proclaimed, the chance for Satoru to open the dam of emotions that had been welling up within him for years vanishing with just those simple words.

Satoru's eyes never left your face as your husband wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close. Even then, Satoru couldnt let go of the countless 'what ifs' in his head.

What if he'd been selfish and allowed himself to love you? Would he have been the one to be by your side as your husband instead? Would he have been given the honor of waking up to you each morning and falling asleep with you in his arms? Would the two of you have grown old together after having stepped away from the chaos of the Jujitsu world?

A part of him died inside as your gently cupped your husband's face and pressed your lips against his, hues of pink subtly dusting over your cheeks.

You and your husband pulled apart and you squealed as you were lifted into the sky by his strong arms.

At that instant, a cruel realisation dawned upon Satoru.

This was his price for being the strongest, as much as he devoted himself to the entire Jujtisu world, the few people who knew him beyond just the facade of the cocky sorcerer would keep being snatched away from him by fate.

A lonely life was all that awaited him and the words that he desperately wanted to scream would remain locked within the closure of his heart.

I love you.

Those words would never be heard, instead they would only be replaying in his head for nights to come as he'd toss and turn at the thought of you enjoying a sweet life with another man, even though all he wanted was to be the one for you.

There'd be nights where he'd curse the entirely of Jujitsu, detesting his destiny that had been set in stone from the instant he'd been born.

But all of that meant nothing when he saw how you smiled, exactly like the way which had enchanted him when the two of you had first met as you walked up to him, arm in arm with your husband.

And in that fleeting moment, Gojo Satoru smiled back wryly, the gesture a broken attempt at trying to brush aside the throbbing of his aching heart.

"Go on lovebirds, dont keep all the guests waiting!" Satoru chuckled weakly, motioning for you to go ahead, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding as you grinned and rushed over to your mother.

As he continued to watch you for the rest of the night, the alcohol his sole companion for the event, Satoru supposed the old stories he had read as a kid were right.

The human heart was a fickle thing, always longing for the things it simply cannot have the most.

And you, you would be his one weakness.

The only thing he'd still keep running back to, a curse and blessing all in one.

#gojo satoru x female reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru angst #jjk x reader #jjk angst #gojo satoru #jjk fanfic #angst with a sad ending #satorugojo #satoru x you #satoru x reader #gojo satoru x reader angst #jjk #angst no comfort

85 notes · View notes

moondustpugh · 23 days

Note

Can I request a fluffy Joseph Quinn x fem! reader long oneshot where reader wakes up and hears laughter and finds Joseph in their daughters room playing with her and as reader watches them she reflects on how she met Joseph when she took her niece to a Comic Con to meet him and it was love at first sight?

The Alchemy

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: Seeing Joe with your daughter, you couldn't help but look back on the first time you met him. That one normal day you dreaded so much that turned into something so beautiful and important, almost like a golden daylight you never knew before.

Author's Note: I barely write any fics that involves with kids, so this is a rare one for me. Somehow, I enjoyed it! :) Comments are always welcome!

Wordcount: 5.3K

Letting out a deep breath, you smiled at the work that you just finished. Organizing the living room and the kitchen every day was getting harder, but you weren’t complaining. It was the trails that your toddler would leave behind. Her stuffed animals, puzzles, books and Barbie dolls. After putting them all back in the bin, you finally sighed in relief, ready to just crawl under the bed covers and be in Joe’s arms.

However, laughter and giggles echoed down the hall and caught your attention. Looking at the time, you realized that it was late. Well, late for your daughter to be up at this hour. Walking down the hall and into her bedroom, you found Joe, still in his work clothes, on the floor playing with Rosie.

“Hi! I’m Miss Bunny!” Joe used his baby talk, letting the stuffed bunny hop in front of Rosie.

“Bunny!” Rosie’s fingers were on her mouth as she used her other hand to point at the stuffed bunny.

“Miss Bunny thinks it’s time for bedtime!” Joe let the stuffed bunny dance towards Rosie, who giggled happily.

You leaned against the doorframe and smiled, watching Rosie laugh as Joe tackled her with the bunny kisses. He then reeled her in his lap and attacked her with kisses all over her face. Rosie’s brunette curls were all disheveled the moment Joe pulled away. He laughed softly, stroking his daughter’s hair as she wrapped her tiny arms around Joe’s neck. She laid her head on his shoulder and yawned softly, while Joe caressed her back.

“My little Rosie.” He murmured, giving her a soft kiss on the forehead.

“Daddy… love.” Rosie said, yawning again.

“I love you too, darling.”

Joe started humming softly as he rocked Rosie in his arms. As you watched them, you couldn’t help but remember how you and Joe first met. If someone would have told you back then that this was going to be your future, you probably would have laughed so hard at how ridiculous it would sound. It was something you never knew that could happen in your life.

Ever.

It started one Friday afternoon when your sister came knocking on your door. You sighed as soon as you saw her car outside the window. You love your sister. You really did, but you were tired of babysitting her daughter every time she needed to go do something. You had your own life too, and you were stressed out at work already.

“What is it?” You asked as soon as you opened the door.

Camille gave you a shy smile as your eyes shifted towards your niece, Zoe, who was sitting at the passenger seat of Camille’s car. The window was down, and she was occupied with her phone. Your niece was 13 years old and somehow, your sister always wanted you to watch her.

“No, Camille.” You shook your head before she could say anything. “I’m not babysitting tonight. I had a long day at work. I don’t have the energy to deal with kids right now.”

“No, no.” Camille shook her head. “I’m not here to ask you to babysit. It’s just that… this weekend…”

You raised your brow at her, leaning your body against the door frame and your arms crossed in front of your chest.

“What about this weekend?” You asked.

“You see, there’s this comic con convention in the city, and Zoe has been begging me to take her because her favorite celebrity is going to be in it, but I can’t go this weekend because I have this project at work.” Camille let out a deep sigh. “I was wondering if you could take her, please?”

“No—No!” You repeatedly shook your head. “A comic con? No way! That’s way too crowded for me and you know I hate that! Besides, I’m not a fan of those things.”

“You don’t have to be a fan to go,” Camille explained. “Can you please just take her? She has been asking for this. She has been wanting to meet this guy. She really likes him.”

“It’s a guy?!” Your eyes widened. “What does she know about liking a guy? She’s like five.”

“She’s 13, honey.” Your sister tilted her head at you. “He’s a celebrity named Joe… something. I don’t know, he’s from this show called Stranger Things.”

“Stranger what?” You furrowed your brows and shook your head again. “No, no. What am I gonna do there?”

“Just please accompany her? I’ll pay for everything. Your gas, both of your food and even your admission ticket.”

You sighed, shifting your eyes at Zoe, who was now looking at the both of you. She had pleading eyes, and you knew she was silently begging you to say yes to accompany her.

“Do I have to stand in line to meet this man?” You asked, shifting your eyes back to Camille.

“I don’t think so.” She shrugged. “I guess it depends on their age rules, but you literally just have to accompany her. You don’t have to interact with anyone.”

You rubbed your forehead and scrunched your face as you agreed. Your sister should be glad that you love your niece or else, you would have said no to this, and she wouldn’t be able to convince you at all.

Camille smiled, pulling you into a hug and said, “Thank you!”

You pointed your index finger at her, raising your brow and said, “You’re paying for all of this. I’m not spending a single dime.”

Camille nodded her head and said, “Oh and… um… can you please not smoke in front of Zoe?”

You were taken aback by her little comment as you gasped softly. “You smoke in your household, Camille!”

“No, I haven’t!” She argued. “I haven’t smoked in years.”

You sighed, shaking your head in disbelief. Why was she acting like she was all innocent?

Camille took a step forward, touching you by the forearm. Her eyes were practically begging as she said, “I know you smoke when you’re stressed, and I know the crowd stresses you out. It’s just that Zoe is growing older, and I don’t want her to be picking up those kinds of habits.”

You scoffed, “Speak for yourself.”

“I know.” Camille admitted. “She doesn’t need to be like me before.”

You rolled your eyes and nodded at her as she gave you another thankful smile before walking away. As your sister slid herself back into the driver’s seat, you saw Zoe smiled at you and looked down at her phone. In just a second, your phone vibrated in your pocket and saw Zoe texting you a thank you as the car pulled away from your driveway.

Entering back into your place, you flopped yourself on the sofa and sighed. You didn’t understand how your sister could have a daughter and could barely be there for her. This was why you told yourself that you could never have kids. There was too much time and needs that you needed to sacrifice just so you could take care of them.

Shaking your head, you googled the show Stranger Things just to at least know what this was all about. You scrolled through the list of cast and saw two men that have the same name as Joe. One with long thick straight hair and one with curly long hair. You wondered which one Zoe was so fond of. Not really caring about it, you exited google and spent the rest of the night cuddled with your blanket on your sofa, watching your shows.

However, when Saturday came, you were dreading to get up. It was way too early and why were comic cons started at 10am? It was a Saturday! Who wanted to get up that early for it? For what? For an autograph and a picture?

On the way to your sister’s house, you grabbed yourself a cup of coffee and when you arrived, you found Zoe already waiting for you on the front porch. She looked excited and nervous at the same time. She had a backpack with her, and you furrowed your brows as you studied the outfit that she was wearing.

When did your sister approve of this sort of outfit?

In your opinion, you didn’t think it was bad. However, in your sister’s eyes? You knew she had an argument with Zoe this morning when she saw that t-shirt she was wearing.

“Hellfire Club?” You tugged on Zoe’s shirt lightly as soon as she slid herself on the passenger seat.

“So, your mom was okay with you having a picture of the devil on your shirt?” You raised your brow at her, making Zoe roll her eyes.

“She doesn’t know it.” Zoe shrugged. “It’s from the show. It’s not really the devil, Auntie.”

You chuckled softly, “So, this is not like a cult thing?”

Zoe sighed and said, “No, it’s not! Auntie, I thought you’re the cool Aunt. I thought you would be cool about this?”

“I am cool about this!” You argued, tugging on her shirt lightly again. “Let me see.”

Zoe turned her body to face you as she looked down at her shirt and gave you a proud smile. You chuckled softly, poking her stomach softly.

“I actually think you look pretty cool.” You smiled before finally driving out of the driveway.

Zoe smiled as she scrolled through her phone. For a moment, there was a comfortable silence between the two of you as you entered the freeway and made your way to the city. You looked over to Zoe and saw that she was scrolling through the website of the comic con.

“So, who’s this Joe guy, anyway?” You asked, interrupting the silence.

You saw the grin on Zoe’s face widened as she focused her eyes on the phone of her screen. Not a minute later, she held up her phone with a picture of a guy. He was wearing the same Hellfire Club shirt, long curly hair and had tattoos.

“That’s him?” You laughed. “With the perm and everything?”

“That’s just his character. He’s wearing a wig.” Zoe slumped on her seat, sighing.

You laughed softly, shaking your head. You continued to focus your eyes on the road as the skyline of the city slowly appeared in front of you. Zoe looked out the window for a moment, and you couldn’t help but glance at her. You saw the frustration in her eyes as you bit your lower lip. You didn’t mean to upset her over a picture, and you could tell she was going through something else.

“Hey,” You reached your hand over, patting her lap. “I’m sorry. You know I’m just teasing you.”

Zoe turned to you and nodded her head. “It’s just that… he already gets so much hate online, you know? He’s such a sweet guy, and I wish people were nicer.”

You couldn’t help but smile and squeezed her hand lightly. “People just don’t have anything to do with their lives that’s why they’re being like that.”

“Yeah…” Zoe looked down at her lap. “Mom just doesn’t understand it either.”

“Well, you know how your mom is.” You rolled your eyes. “She’s too stiff and strict. She got that from your grandma.”

Zoe let out a sigh, setting her chin on the palm of her hand as she looked out the window.

“Oh, c’mon. Cheer up. You’re going to meet him soon.” You gave her a reassuring smile.

Zoe gave you a nervous smile, nodding her head. She took your hand in hers and squeezed it lightly. As Zoe grew older, she was more comfortable sharing things with you than Camille. It wasn’t like you didn’t scold her about certain things. Camille was just too strict, and she never tried to understand that Zoe was growing up, and she was in a phase where she was experimenting different things to learn more about herself.

Arriving at the convention center, you walked in with Zoe and immediately saw a crowd of people already. It took about 15 minutes just entering the building, which you didn’t understand because you both were here before it even opened. Your eyes studied the room, looking at the people dressed up in different characters. You wonder how long it took them to dress up like that. They all looked really cool.

“Oh, over there!” Zoe tugged on your arm, pointing towards the corner at the back.

Your eyes immediately saw the big banner that had a picture of Joe’s character with his name plastered next to it. Grabbing you by the wrist, Zoe dragged you quickly towards it, stumbling and bumping through the crowd.

“Okay, slow down, Zoe.” You said.

“I can’t. The photo op is supposed to be at 11.” Zoe explained. “It’s already almost 10:30. I wanna be in line already.”

You took a deep breath and your eyes widened immediately as soon as you both arrived at the booth. The line was already long, and you followed Zoe all the way to the back and sighed. The crowd was making you anxious, and Zoe being in a panic and nervous mode wasn’t helping you either.

“How long is this going to take?” You asked.

Zoe shrugged. “It starts at 11. Maybe an hour or so?”

Your eyes widened. “Okay, how about this… I’ll be right back.”

Zoe tilted her head at you, a brow raised. You swore whenever she gave you that look, she looked exactly like your sister.

“You’re already stressed? Are you gonna go out for a smoke?”

“No.” You immediately answered as you made a face. “I’m… just gonna look at stuff… outside. The city skyline looks nice.”

Zoe kept her brow raised, knowing the fact that you were lying in front of her face.

“Mhm…”

“Just stay here and if you ever move, just text me where you are.” You pointed your index finger at her. “Don’t go anywhere far. I swear to god, Zoe. Your mother is going to kill me.”

Zoe rolled her eyes as you walked away. Walking through the crowds, you found two sliding doors that walked out to the balcony. The skyline of the city was right in front of it, and you couldn’t help but admire it as you took out a cigarette from your purse and lit it up. You exhaled a sharp breath, puffing out the smoke when another person joined you.

Glancing to your side, you watched as he fumbled through his coat pockets. The cigarette was tucked between his lips, and he looked like he was looking for his lighter.

“Great.” He murmured under his breath, taking the cigarette that was between his lips and exhaled a sharp breath.

Taking your lighter from your pocket, you took a few steps towards him and handed it to him. As he gazed up at you, his chocolate button eyes immediately caught yours. A small gasp was caught in your throat as you stared at him for a moment. As he slipped the lighter from your hands, you felt his touch on your fingers and suddenly, you felt something sparked inside of you.

Almost like the chemicals in your brain have changed.

“Thank you.” He gave you a shy smile before lighting his cigarette.

You nodded your head, giving him a faint smile as he gave you back your lighter. You noticed the English accent that slipped through his voice and wondered if he was just visiting town.

A comfortable silence surrounded the both of you for a moment before he interrupted and said, “Overwhelmed?”

You chuckled softly. “I don’t like the crowds.”

He nodded his head and blew a puff of smoke into the air and continued, “Me too. Gives me anxiety.”

You gave him a soft smile and looked towards the view of the skyline in front of the both of you. Then, you glanced over to him again.

“Y…You work for the convention?” You asked.

“Um…” He laughed softly, scratching the back of his head. “I guess you could say that.”

“I don’t know how you do it. Working and dealing with all those crowds?” You shook your head. “It’s why I choose to work in an office.”

The man chuckled softly, putting his cigarette out and said, “I guess so but after saying hi and taking pictures with them, it’s sort of worth it.”

You furrowed your brows at the small comment that he just made. For a moment, you were confused as to what he was talking about. You looked over your shoulder and through the glass windows and saw the banner that was literally underneath Zoe before slowly looking back at the man in front of you. You felt your cheeks flushed when you realized who it was. Putting out your cigarette, you let out a small laugh and shook your head.

“What?” He asked.

“My niece…” You laughed, turning to face him. “She would kill me right now if she knew who I was talking to.”

He gave you a wide smile, “I’m guessing you don’t watch Stranger Things?”

“I actually didn’t find out about it until just yesterday.” Your cheeks flushed again.

You didn’t know why you were feeling embarrassed. There was literally nothing to be embarrassed about. You just didn’t watch the show nor knew him at all. That was all. It wasn’t a crime or anything.

“I’m just accompanying my niece because my sister can’t seem to show up for her daughter lately.” You rolled your eyes. “I don’t know why she would have a child if she can’t even take care of her. It was like she just doesn’t even care. I mean… Zoe is literally growing up so fast, and she doesn’t even realize that—”

You glanced at him and saw an amused smile that was tugging on his lips. You bit your lower lip and looked away for a moment.

“And… I’m ranting to you. I’m so sorry.” You laughed softly, playing with the lighter in your hands.

“It’s okay.” He grinned widely. “I totally understand. One of my mates back in London is sort of the same. He tends to leave his kids to his sister, and I honestly feel like he doesn't care at all.”

“Yeah…” You looked down at your fingers.

“But I think it’s cool that you accompanied your niece to meet me.” Joe gave you a warm smile that suddenly made your stomach turn. “Not many people would do that, especially for a convention like this.”

You pursed your lips, giving him a small smile as you kicked the metal railing softly with your foot. Your head hung low, and you could feel your heartbeat race faster. Why was it all of a sudden, you were feeling a little shy?

“I’m Joe, by the way.”

He held out his hand and right before you could shake his hand, your flustered self dropped the lighter on the floor. You let out a nervous laugh as Joe picked it up on the ground and handed it to you. You introduced yourself as you took the lighter from his hand, feeling his touch against your skin again. Once again, you felt the electricity sparked inside of you, and you couldn’t explain what it was.

“Nice to meet you.” Joe smiled.

“Yo…You too.”

“I should get back. I have fans waiting for me.” Joe made his way towards the double doors.

“Of course.”

As he walked away, you turned your back towards the double doors and slapped your palm on your forehead, feeling so stupid and embarrassed. You didn’t even know why. You were never nervous when it came to talking to men, so why were you all flustered towards Joe? Was it because he was a celebrity or was it because you didn’t even recognize him, and you had the audacity to rant about your personal life to some stranger?

Shaking your head, you made your way back inside the convention center and waited for Zoe to finish off her photo ops with Joe. You sat in the corner and watched everyone around the center for a moment, before you occupied yourself with some work on your phone.

“Auntie!” Zoe called out, running towards you. “Look! Look!”

She squealed, handing you two printed pictures of her and Joe. You smiled and stared at the picture. One of the pictures was Joe hugging her tightly and the other one was them doing peace signs, and his tongue was sticking out in a goofy and dorky way.

“Was he nice?” You asked.

“Yes, he was so sweet! He said that he liked my shirt, and he called me darling.”

You laughed, taking the pictures from her. “Here let me hold this for you, while you prepare to go get his autograph.”

“Okay.” Zoe fixed her heavy backpack, but you were quick to grab her gently by her straps.

“Zoe, you’re struggling with that. Let me hold this for you.” You said, sliding her backpack off her shoulders.

As you set the backpack on the table in front of you, you helped fix Zoe’s shirt and just in time, Joe had walked by. Your eyes caught his as he gave you a warm smile when he passed by. Zoe was literally bouncing off her feet, while you were trying to fix her shirt but it was no use, she wouldn’t stay still.

“Zoe, sweetheart. Calm down.” You said, squeezing her arm softly.

“I’m gonna go!” Zoe said, walking away from you.

“Okay, text me–” You sighed and rubbed your forehead.

The rest of the day was slow. After Zoe had received her autograph from Joe, she had dragged you into his panel, and you sat there the whole time, watching him. His expressions and how he interacted with his fans. He was sweet to all of them and you were lucky enough to be sitting in the front row. Your sister truly had spent a lot of money for Zoe to get that VIP seat. You couldn’t help but wonder every time Joe glanced towards you, if he was thinking about that embarrassing conversation that you two had earlier.

“You know, he’s only two years older than you.” Zoe had told you later that night.

Since you had a long exhausting day running around with Zoe, you decided to abuse your sister’s credit card and took you and Zoe to a nice restaurant. That stress level from the crowd and making sure Zoe didn’t run off got you craving for steak. Something that you knew your sister was going to shake her head and roll her eyes. You couldn’t help but grin at the thought of it. Camille always had teased you all her life so when you had grown older, you kept giving her a payback every chance you got.

“So?” You raised your brow.

“So? I saw him looking at you during his panel.” Zoe shrugged, playing with the mashed potatoes in front of her. “Why did he keep glancing at you?”

“Who knows.” You took a sip of your wine and continued eating.

“Maybe he found you pretty or something.”

You barked out a laugh, shaking your head. “Zoe, stop spending so much time on the internet. It’s rotting your brain.”

“What? It could happen.” She shrugged and ate the mashed potatoes.

“Zoe, he’s an actor.” You made sure that she understood it.

“Yeah, but–”

“Excuse me.” The server came by your table, smiling at you. “This was ordered for you.”

She sets a bottle of wine in front of you along with a slice of tiramisu cake in front of Zoe. You straightened yourself on your chair, wondering who the server was talking about. Following the server’s gaze behind her, you saw Joe sitting across the room. He was with another man, who looked like his friend or something. The man sitting next to him was literally grinning ear from ear as he nudged Joe on the arm.

“Ohmygod.” Zoe gasped.

Your eyes widened as you saw Zoe’s expression turned into a panic mode. You felt your heartbeat race again when you saw Joe get up from his chair and walked towards your table. Zoe grabbed you by the wrist, and you swore for a 13 year old, she could snap your wrist in half from the way she was gripping it.

“Zoe.” You gave her a look and a warning voice to calm down and behave herself.

“Hi.” Joe smiled at you. “We meet again.”

“Again?!” Zoe exclaimed, shifting her attention to you.

You squeezed her hand softly under the table to calm herself down as you smiled at Joe. “Are you stalking me?” You joked.

“Are you sure you’re not stalking me?” Joe retorted back.

“Well, I was here first before you, wasn’t I?”

Joe was silent for a moment before shrugging and nodding his head in agreement. A small laugh escaped from him before his eyes turned to Zoe.

“Hi.” He grinned at her. “Nice to meet you again.”

“You too.” Zoe smiled excitedly. “I’m such a big fan.”

“Thank you.” Joe nodded before turning to you again. “May I?”

You nodded your head as he pulled up a chair next to you. You wonder if you were dreaming. You wonder if this was real, and you certainly wonder how the hell Zoe was just talking about this and now, it was happening? Was this some sort of prank? Were you on camera right now? Glancing towards your niece, she focused her attention on her food, but she was practically giddy on her seat.

“You didn’t have to do all this, you know?” You said, pointing at the wine and the tiramisu cake.

“Actually, it’s a little thank you.” Joe cleared his throat. “Ever since our conversation earlier, I couldn’t help but think about how I never had a conversation like that in a long time. You know, something real and genuine?”

You nodded your head towards the man that was sitting on their table. “He doesn’t give you genuine conversations?”

Joe looked over his shoulder and laughed softly. “He’s my manager. Most of our conversations involve work.”

“Ah,” You nodded your head in understanding. “Well, I’m glad I was able to give you that.”

“Well, I was hoping that maybe we could continue more conversations like that.”

You bit your lower lip as soon as you felt Zoe kicked you on the leg under the table. You clench your jaw from the pain that you felt. You swore Zoe was going to get an earful from you later on. As you continued your conversation with Joe, he had given you his number at the end of the night, and Zoe was practically excited and giddy when you both returned in the car.

“You’re literally the coolest Aunt.” Zoe had told you later that night when you had dropped her off home. “Thank you for coming with me today. It really means a lot.”

You smiled as you helped her slip her backpack on. “You know I’m always here for you, Zoe. I know I get busy at times but if there’s any problem or anything you need, I’m a text away, alright?”

Zoe smiled, wrapping her arms around your waist and embraced you. It was that night when you realized that the reason why you were always so irritated with Camille for bringing Zoe for you to babysit was because you cared too much about her. You didn’t want Zoe to have a distant relationship with her mom because she was always busy with work. You wanted Zoe to have a safe and healthy relationship with her family because she deserved so much love and happiness in this world.

“Hey, I didn’t know you were there.” Joe’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

Rosie was fast asleep in his arms as you smiled and walked towards them. Joe was still sitting on the floor, his hand gently caressing Rosie’s back. She had her head against his shoulder, face pressed on his neck.

“What are you thinking?” Joe whispered.

“You…” You smiled, rubbing Rosie’s back softly. “Zoe.. and Rosie.”

Joe smiled slightly, thinking about Zoe. He couldn’t believe she was almost graduating high school now. When he first met her, she was this energetic 13 year old. Now, she was almost a grown adult and more energetic and smarter than ever.

“Her graduation is coming up pretty quickly.” Joe said.

“Yeah, she’s Valedictorian of her class. I’m so proud of her.”

Joe got up from the floor and walked over to Rosie’s bed and set her down gently. He covered her with her blanket, tucking her in comfortably before setting the stuffed bunny next to her. Turning to face you, he wrapped his arms around your waist, giving you a soft kiss on the lips.

“If it wasn’t for Zoe, we wouldn’t be here right now.” Joe murmured.

You let out a soft hum, wrapping your arms around his neck. “That’s true… We wouldn’t have Rosie either.”

Unwrapping his arms from you, Joe looked over his shoulder and stared at Rosie, who was fast asleep. He knelt down next to her bed, softly brushing her brunette curls away from her face before placing a soft kiss on her hair.

“I don’t know where I would be without the both of you.” Joe smiled.

Kneeling down next to him, you placed a soft kiss on Rosie’s forehead. When you were pregnant with Rosie, you and Joe had promised each other that no matter how busy life gets, you both will always put her first no matter what.

“I love you both so much.” You whispered.

“Mama?” You gazed down at Rosie, who fluttered her eyes open.

She reached her arms towards you as you smiled and picked her up in your arms.

“Get some rest, sweetheart.” You rocked her softly, while Joe rubbed her back.

As you set her back down on her bed, you felt Rosie’s arms tightened around your neck. You chuckled softly at Joe as he shook his head.

“In bed with us it is then.” Joe stated.

Walking out of Rosie’s room, Joe followed behind you, turning the lights off and went to freshen up as you settled Rosie on the bed between the both of you. You tucked her in the bed before you went to change into your pajamas. Not moments later, Joe’s arms wrapped around your waist, hugging you from behind.

“That day…” Joe kissed your cheek softly, turning you around to face him. “When you started talking about Camille, and I saw you all flustered, I knew that I wanted to get to know more about that girl that I met on the balcony.”

You chuckled softly, running your hands down his chest. “It was the first time I ever felt something like that to anyone. It was like the chemicals in my brain twisted and turned into something I never knew before.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him softly on the lips. Joe pressed your body against his as he kissed you deeper and hungrily.

“It was like suddenly, everything was golden. Like I saw colors I never knew before.” You said once you pulled away from the kiss.

“You and Rosie are my life.” Joe murmured. “You both are everything to me.”

He softly caressed your cheek with his thumb before taking your hand and took you to the bedroom. As you settled on your sides of the bed, Joe wrapped an arm around Rosie, giving her a kiss on her forehead again before moving over and giving you a quick kiss. With both of them like this in your bed, you couldn't help but thanked your little stars for bringing Joe into your life, and you certainly thanked your little stars for letting your sister dragged you to that comic con with Zoe.

Who knew that one day that you dreaded so much turned into something so important?

Who knew that was going to be the beginning of your life forever?

The End.

***********

Taglist:

@palomahasenteredthechat @sunvick @eddies-acousticguitar @demonsanddemogorgons @joesquinns @mmunson86 @ghostinthebackofyourhead @corrodedcoffincumslut @figmentofquinn @tlclick73 @browneyes8288 @bylermaxmayfield @ali-r3n @ficsbypix @capricornrisingsstuff @missonlypost @ali-in-w0nderland @amberolivia666 @lalalala-melmosworld @niallersfreckles @nanas-lasagna @emma77645 @indulgence-be-thy-name @readergf @ladamari68 @1paire2vans @d4rk4ng3l86 @paleidiot @josephquinnsfreckles @readergf

#Joseph Quinn #Joe Quinn #Joseph Quinn x Reader #Joe Quinn x Reader #Joseph Quinn x You #Joe Quinn x You #Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader #Joe Quinn x Fem!Reader #Joseph Quinn fanfics #Joe Quinn fanfics #Joseph Quinn fics #Joe Quinn fics #Joseph Quinn rpf #Joe Quinn rpf #The Alchemy #one shot #moondustpugh

96 notes · View notes

temis-de-leon · 6 days

Text

Day 22 - Angry kiss

Characters: Simeon x male!MC

25 kisses challenge Masterlist

Main Masterlist

CW: some bad words and MC ranting about the brothers, Simeon being patient about it. Established relationship

A/N: Sorry for the delay and thank you for your patience!

There were loud steps before the bang, both catching Simeon’s attention and making the furniture rattle against the floor and the walls. He only had time to put down his notebook and start to get up before MC stomped his way towards his bed and let himself fall backwards.

He looked fretful, restless legs messing with the blankets while the angry pout in his face wrinkled his forehead.

Letting out a chuckle, Simeon smiled and sat at his boyfriend’s feet, rubbing his calf in a gentle motion. He noticed, then, that his socks were mismatched, only one of the pants’ legs was cuffed and the shoelaces were barely tied. MC likely rushed to Purgatory Hall.

What surprised him the most, however, was the homicidal glint to his eyes.

It wasn’t just anger. It was the yearning for murder.

Knowing what was coming, Simeon sighed and finally asked.

“Was it the brothers, my love?”

“The fucking brothers again”

MC sat against the headboard, avoiding Simeon’s gaze with trembling fingers, possibly daydreaming about chocking someone. Which one this time?

“The absolute morons” he continued, not registering the angel’s soothing touch “The audacity they have. The mental gymnastics they do, I swear. And they put me in the middle of their shit all the fucking time. What do I look like? A kindergarten teacher? Are they four years old now? Because they act like it!”

“Well…”

“And let me tell you”

Simeon could only stare as his beloved human got up and paced, placing every little trinket back in their place with absurd carefulness. Not that the room was messy to being with, but if that made him relax faster, then Simeon would let him be.

“They used to treat me like I was dumb, like I wouldn’t be able to breathe without their help, and they still make me responsible for every single one of his problems. Whenever Lucifer has too much work to do, guess who watches over the rest of them! Me! And when I get pulled into Satan and Belphie’s pranks against my will, guess who’s also getting punished! Me!!”

“My love…”

It was no use. His voice drowned under MC’s frustrations and he knew shouting to get his attention wouldn’t be the best idea. Also, they’d be lucky if Luke was still sleeping in his room. MC was talking loud enough for the both of them.

“And even when I’m not there, the blame still falls on me! Those snitches, those… assholes! We got trapped in a damn book the other day and Lucifer made us bathe Cerberus with our bare hands! I didn’t even know the book was cursed to begin with! I was just passing by!”

He kept rambling, moving books and pens and every other thing at arm’s reach and relocating them in other shelves and drawers.

Knowing the rant wouldn’t stop soon and wanting Luke’s rest to continue uninterrupted, Simeon got up and softly grabbed MC’s wrist and waist, walking them to the door to go to the kitchen.

Maybe a hot cup of tea, or any other beverage, really, could help MC relax and vent with a clearer mind. They still had some leftover cookies from Luke’s latest batch and, although he’d always love the sound of his lover’s voice, he knew the chewing would give Simeon a few seconds of silence to comfort MC.

He continued talking, thankfully in a lower tone, while Simeon prepared the drinks. The angel was extremely delighted to hear a slight quiver in his voice when he leaned over his shoulder to offer the teacup and kissed the top of his head.

Minute by minute, sipping scolding hot tea, eating pastries and talking about the demon brothers, MC slowly loosened up and accepted Simeon’s open hand, unconsciously bringing it to his lips and letting them rest there for a long while.

Hours later, when the morning came, Simeon made sure to pay a quick visit to his former brother.

Taglist: @ourfinalisation @owlisbuffering @chizukimp4 @ravenredwine @darkflowerav @craftysclown @mehkers

#obey me #obey me! shall we date?#om! shall we date #om! swd #obey me x reader #obey me x male reader #obey me x male mc #obey me simeon #obey me simeon x reader #simeon x reader #obey me fluff #obey me hurt/comfort #obey me writing #obey me drabble #25 kisses challenge

59 notes · View notes

daydreamingyuta · 7 months

Text

My Rockstar | Yuta

summary: fluff, being a supportive girlfriend to your aspiring rockstar boyfriend, Yuta, was fun. But when his band starts to gain a following, you're unexpectedly hit with jealousy from him suddenly having girls all over him. word count: 2,493 a/n: Happy Yuta Day!!! 💚

Sitting on a plastic fold out chair in a garage, listening to your boyfriend Yuta and the rest of his band play a song that he wrote for you, was always something you looked forward to. Today, there are two other girls there, the girlfriends of Johnny and Jaehyun you assumed. You take the time to say hi and offer them some water, but you don’t remember their names because you know they’ll be replaced next week by some other girls, so there’s no point.

That’s what’s so different about Yuta, he only wanted you. Being the lead singer and guitarist, there were occasionally girls who would throw themselves at him, but you had his heart and that was one thing you loved so much about him.

Another thing you loved was his passion and drive. His band hasn't taken off yet, playing small gigs here and there, but that doesn't stop him from believing that his band will be huge one day. He often shares these dreams with you and every time, you can’t help but fall for him all over again. He was going to become a rockstar, he knew it, and so did you.

⸻

Sitting down on Yuta's living room couch, you watch him pace back and forth in the kitchen while he’s on the phone with someone. You can’t hear the conversation but you can tell he’s upset about something. You watch him hang the phone up and you decide to get up and walk into the kitchen.

You plant yourself right in front of him and run your hands through his hair. “Yuyu, what’s wrong?”

“The ‘Lone Palm Bar’ canceled on us again.”

“They’re not gonna let you play?” You watch as he shakes his head, his eyes looking tired from practicing hard for the gig that now wasn’t going to happen. You raise your hands up to his face to cup his cheeks into your hands, “Hey, don’t worry. They’ll be venues begging you to play one day.”

He nods his head at you as you watch a smile creep onto his lips. You adored the fact that you could make him feel better. He snakes his arms around your waist, backing you up so that you’re leaning against the kitchen island, “One day soon, baby.”

You nod your head as you bring your lips to his cheeks and press two kisses on them. “You’ve been practicing so much lately, I think you need to catch up on some sleep.” He rests his forehead on your shoulder and nods, pulling you closer into a tight hug, “You’ll stay the night with me?”

You hadn’t planned to stay the night, but you knew Yuta slept the best with his girl by his side. Plus, in the beginning of your relationship he had insisted on keeping the essentials at each other's places, so you had all that you needed. “I’ll stay if you let me wear my favorite shirt.”

He lifts his head up and motions it towards his room, “You know where it is.”

You practically skip to his room, and once inside, you beeline to his closet. You skim his clothes before you finally find it, his old ‘One Ok Rock’ shirt which was easily the most comfy t-shirt you’ve ever worn. Yuta has had it since he first started liking the band and he told you that his heart melted a little every time he saw you in the shirt, so of course it quickly became your favorite shirt to wear when you slept over.

You do the rest of your nightly routine in the bathroom as Yuta waits in the bed for you. You expected him to already be asleep by the time you were finished, but when you walk out of his bathroom, he’s propped up on the bed with his hands behind his head. You tilt your head to question him but all he does is a twirling motion with his finger, signaling to you to do a spin for him. You do as you're told, letting him get a good view of the cozy outfit you both loved so much.

Once he looked satisfied, you crawl into bed with him, “Ok we have to go to sleep now, Yuta.” You say, sternly because the both of you had a habit of talking until the sun came up.

“Hmm, come here then.” He says, welcoming you to cuddle into him, resting your head on his chest.

⸻

You’re both woken up by the buzzing sound of Yuta’s phone ringing against the nightstand. Yuta answers it, half-asleep, but as soon as the person on the phone told him who they were, he was wide awake. You could only hear Yuta’s side of the conversation, but his expression tells you that it’s something very exciting. The conversation comes to an end and as soon as Yuta hangs up the phone, he turns to you.

“Baby, we have a gig at Boulevard Hall!” He says, beaming at you, not able to hide his excitement.

“Boulevard Hall? That’s bigger than any gig you’ve ever had, Yuta!”

“I know and they. asked. us.” He says, emphasizing every word. “Can you believe that?” You watch as Yuta gets up and starts getting dressed. “They had an artist cancel on them at the last minute and one of the guys working there has been listening to our music lately so they decided to ask us. I have to go tell the guys.” He says as he pulls his shirt over his head and walks over to you to give you a kiss.

“This is going to be so big for you guys, I’m so proud of you Yuta.” You say, truly meaning it, the proudness you feel in your heart right now is more than you’ve ever felt before. Yuta showers you with a few kisses before he leaves, since the call was so last minute they’ll have to practice day and night to be fully prepared.

⸻

Yuta had a few pre-show rituals he always did before going out on stage. One of them was always having hot tea to soothe his throat so he can sing the best he can. Another, was always making sure he wears the earrings you got him for the first birthday you two shared together. However, your favorite pre-show ritual of his was when you got to sit on his lap and do his eyeliner.

You arrive backstage a little before the show starts. Your eyes scan the room for Yuta and when you see him he already has his earrings on and some tea in hand. You stride over to him making sure to say a quick hello to Taeyong and Mark on the way. This was their biggest show yet, so they were all visibly nervous. Even Yuta was a bit on edge, you can tell by the way his hands were fidgeting but as soon as you slide onto his lap, his tense demeanor was replaced by calm. “Hi, baby. Ready for your eyeliner?” You ask, pulling out the makeup from your bag. He nods his head and you get to work, deciding to go for a bit of a smoky look.

“You know, I looked out at the crowd before I came in.”

“How many people are out there?”

You pause for a moment so that you can really see his reaction when you tell him. “Baby… there's like at least four hundred people.”

“Four hundred?” Yuta almost drops you off his lap from shock but his firm grip on you stopped that from happening. Once you get comfortable again he kisses you like you were the reason why so many people came. You knew he was really in shock when he let you finish his eyeliner as he just sat there in amazement.

You thought he was going to say something else about the crowd but he surprised you. “You look so pretty tonight angel, trying to distract me while I'm on stage?”

His sweet words always made you blush, but that didn’t stop your mind from thinking about all the girls you saw out there in the crowd. “I don’t know if i’ll be distracting you, there are so many pretty girls out there tonight.”

You had finished his eyeliner so you were about to get off his lap but he stopped you. “Hey, don’t say things like that.” His demeanor very serious.

“I wasn’t saying anything Yuta, the girls out there are gorgeous.” You respond, matter-of-factly but not looking into his eyes.

“I’m sure that’s true but they won’t be the one distracting me y/n. I only have eyes for you, you know that.”

Of course you know this to be true. Sometimes your mind just went to the worst especially since it’s the norm for musicians to get with fans. You nod your head and Yuta smiles, pressing his lips on your forehead.

You slide off his lap when their manager announces that they go on stage in ten. “Ok, I should get out there.” You say as you notice the other girlfriends start to leave. You grab your bag and wrap your arms around Yuta’s neck, standing on your tippy toes to give him a few kisses. “Good luck, baby. You’ll be amazing, like always.”

He pulls you into a tight hug and presses his lips onto yours one last time. “Thank you, baby. I’ll look at you if I need encouragement, ok?” He says, loving the fact that he always has his girl cheering him on in the crowd.

You nod your head and head out the room to get into the crowd, ecstatic for the show to start.

⸻

The show was absolutely perfect. You had been to every one of their shows prior and this was definitely their best yet. As soon as you enter backstage, Yuta engulfs you into a hug that was a bit sweaty but you couldn’t care less. “You were amazing, baby.” You say, your voice slightly muffled from speaking into his chest.

“I felt it, y/n. It was like-” Yuta’s sentence was cut off by his manager telling him that there were people waiting to get pictures with him and the rest of the band. Yuta flashes you a shocked expression before turning around cooly to meet his fans who had stayed after the show.

You watch from afar, with a proud smile on your face. The band’s never gotten this type of attention before and you knew they were all basking in it. You were relishing the moment too until you noticed how close all the girls are to Yuta, and how pretty they are, and how they’re finding any excuse to touch him. You really were trying to not think this way, but as soon as one of the fans motions to her cheek and Yuta presses a quick kiss on it, you are fully taken aback.

You didn’t want to make a scene so you just decided to try and leave. The only issue was that you didn’t exactly know where the exit was and in the state of mind you were currently in, you found yourself lost. You were opening doors at random until your tears began to fall and you decided to hide yourself in a storage room until they stopped.

You tried to calm yourself down, but the tightness in your throat just constricted even more. Your tears were less about a stupid kiss on the cheek and more about the fact that if a kiss on the cheek wasn’t crossing the line, what was? You really didn’t want to doubt Yuta’s words of devotion to you, but you couldn’t stop thinking about the worst happening in the future. Ten minutes went by before you heard a light knock on the storage room door. “Baby? I was looking for you and someone said they saw you come in here. Are you ok?”

You open the door and it’s obvious you have been crying. You try to deny that anything is wrong but obviously Yuta knows you better than to believe that. “Baby, I can tell something’s bothering you. What’s wrong?”

You don’t dare look into his eyes, knowing that your tears were bound to fall again if you did. You really weren’t going to say anything but the words slipped out before you could stop them, “I feel like it’s just only a matter of time Yuta.”

“A matter of time before what?”

“Before you actually give in to one of those girls throwing themselves at you.”

“Is that what you think? Y/n…Is this about me kissing that fan on the cheek? I should have asked you if you would be ok with it-”

“No, it’s not really about that. I just didn’t think that it would be this hard seeing you get this kind of attention and I know that that’s selfish of me because this is your dream but-”

“Y/n, it’s not selfish. Honestly if it was the other way around I would have a hard time with guys showering you with love too. but you know how I feel about you. If that was crossing the line tonight, then I’ll never do it again.” He steps closer to you, regret in his eyes. “But I promise you, I mean it with my whole heart when I tell you that you’re the only one for me. I mean, who was with me every step of the way?”

You didn’t say anything at first, but you could tell that this wasn’t a rhetorical question Yuta was asking you. “I was.” You say, meekly.

“You were, y/n. And who was the only one cheering me on when no one else would?”

Again, you felt silly answering his question, but he wanted you to answer again.“I was, Yuta.”

“Then how could anyone ever compare to you, baby?” Yuta cups your face into his hands and kisses you gently. “You’re mine. You have my heart. Nobody else. I've written you a million songs telling you exactly that, and I'll write a million more if that's what it takes for you to believe me."

"I believe you, Yuta."

He flashes you his smile that always makes your heart skip a beat, "That's my girl." He says, giving you another tender kiss that makes your head feel slightly dizzy. “Let’s go home, ok?”

“Wait, aren’t the other boys still meeting fans?” You say, stopping him.

“They are, but I have the only fan I need.” You cringe at him, but you can’t deny that his words make your heart immeasurably happy. You knew Yuta was only going to get more famous and he was only going to get more attention, but you found comfort in the fact that if you ever felt unsure about his feelings towards you again, he would always be there to remind you.

#happy birthday yuta!#happy yuta day!!#yuta #nct #nct 127 #fanfic #fluff #fanfiction #k-pop #yuta x reader #yuta x y/n #imagine #nct scenarios #established relationship

163 notes · View notes

noroi1000 · 10 months

Text

Honored One Shot no.14 - @satosuguswife

„Pictures”

Hurt and comfort Warnings: fake blood, mentioned nsfw

When you entered the house, you saw Satoru lying on the floor with the left part of his forehead red. His cheek, the corners of his mouth, his throat. Everything was painted red.

His shirt was also soiled, and his uniform jacket was unbuttoned. Clothes a bit tattered. A pool of blood around.

And next to the wall sat Suguru whose face was tilted down. His typical loose clothes were also soiled. One sleeve of his white traditional dress lay on the floor as his left hand held his shoulder. Hair in disarray.

You felt the cold flow through your body... As you drop your bag on the floor, you heard faint sounds.

And suddenly you saw and heard Satoru laughing out loud and wallowing in 'blood'. Suguru also joined him and his arm appeared, showing that he doesn't have a severed arm at all.

They both laughed and suddenly looked at you.

And then their laughter died down. Because they saw big tears running down your face as you looked at them.

Their expressions stopped and you suddenly kicked your bag at Satoru, watching him catch it.

"(y/n)...!" Suguru called after you, reaching out to you with his hand but he didn't manage to stop you.

Wiping away your tears, you ran to your room slamming the door.

These are supposed to be grown men?! They may be almost 20 years old, but that doesn't change the fact that they are idiots!

You lay down on the bed and cried.

How could they do this to you? It was not funny! You thought something had happened to them! You thought someone had attacked them! And here it turns out that it was just their stupid joke?!

You'd take it more as a joke if you caught them fucking on the kitchen table! Or if they did something else! But that's not cool!

What they did is not cool at all...

You've been afraid of losing them so many times. Especially Suguru who had an existential crisis for a while. But now everything was fine, so why did they want to fool you and show that they are dead.

"Baby, can we come in?!"

You heard Satoru's voice outside the door.

"...Fuck off!" You groaned as you turned your head away from the pillow you were lying on.

"Baby..."

"Get away from me! You're so stupid!"

"(y/n), we can talk?"

Suguru opened the door slightly, peeking inside to see you lying on your stomach on the bed and crying into your pillow.

"What do you want think?! You think it was funny?! You're probably fucked up and crazy! Fucking idiots!"

"It was supposed to be a joke... A little revenge for scaring us earlier..." Whitehaired one muttered.

"This is not funny!" You screamed as you watched your boys wipe their faces off of the fake blood. "I never meant to scare you!"

"And that blood on your clothes in the washing machine?"

"I got my period, you idiot! We've been together since second year at school and you still can't remember when i get my period!"

"Baby..."

Suguru's hand was placed on your back and he picked you up, placing you on his lap.

You hugged him crying.

Satoru sat next to you, put his head on Suguru's shoulder and pulled you up to hold on to him as well.

"We didn't know you'd react like that... Sorry..." he muttered, rubbing your thigh.

How could you have reacted differently? They pretended they died! You used to be afraid of them all the time because they are sorcerers...

And now they're doing this to you... You were afraid that you would lose one of them... And when you were afraid that they might leave, it turns out that they made a joke of it?

"You look prettier when you smile than when you cry. Like when you blush."

You looked up at Satoru's blue eyes as he stared at you intently but just as calmly.

"When you look at us with love and not something like that. We didn't want to do this to you. Sorry. It won't happen again."

He leaned in to kiss your cheek. You let him, feeling his soft lips against yours.

You gave him your lips, allowing him to kiss you. So he pressed his lips against yours.

"So Suguru wouldn't be jealous..." he murmured with a smile and reached over to his boyfriend's face, pulling him in for a kiss.

And then you kissed the dark haired boy softly.

"Show you something?" He took his phone out of his pocket and opened the flap.

And then he showed that you were his wallpaper.

You're used to him wanting a model in a swimsuit or something in the beginning.

And now he has you and Suguru as he stands shirtless next to you. His shirt is on your body. naked thighs. Why? Because Satoru took this picture naked in bed.

"This photo is beautiful. But I'd like to see your smiling face with hearts in your eyes. When your mouth is open when you moan."

You changed suddenly and he clenched his hands on Suguru's clothes.

"Satoru, do you think it's a good idea to talk about it now?"

"I'll have a picture of her fucked up face next to yours. And you'll have a picture of her fucked up face and mine. Matching wallpapers!"

"And she?"

"She will have a picture of my face when you fuck me and your face will be next to mine!"

"I don't know if that's a good idea now."

"Honey, can I make you feel better?" He purred in your ear, licking your neck.

You can't be angry with them for long. Because they hold your heart.

"Do it..." you murmured as you snuggled into Suguru's chest and felt their fingers begin to touch you.

It's supposed to be humorous? Yes.

Because he's looking for the perfect shot for photos. His photos are crazy. Remember how he used to sneak pictures of you at school when you were in your room or in the shower so you could go back to his room and do things everyone knows...

That's why he likes taking pictures like this.

And if they want you to forgive them, let them. Maybe thanks to this you will forget that the whole floor in the house is smeared with fake blood...

Just as it was supposed to be. For Suguru, a picture of you lying under Satoru with a red face and small tears. Your face contorted in pleasure. And next to your face is the face of Satoru whose cheeks are red and his eyes are rolling backwards.

For Satoru, your same face when you lie with your back on Suguru's chest. And next to the dark-haired man's smile.

For you (even though you didn't want this wallpaper on your phone), a picture of their faces as Suguru dominated Satoru. Satoru blushing with little tears in his eyes?

At least you'd prefer these photos to photos of them in fake blood.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #gojo x y/n #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #gojo #jjk x you #getou suguru #geto x reader #satosugu #suguru #geto x reader x gojo #geto x you #geto x y/n #geto x gojo #satosugu x reader #honored ones event

237 notes · View notes

cb97breathing · 11 months

Text

THE WOLF KING - A BANG CHAN SERIES

PREVIOUS NEXT

CHAPTER FIVE: HONEY AND ROSES

Pairing: Bang Chan x Afab! Reader

Theme: Fluff, Smut, Angst, Fantasy AU, Werewolf!Chan, MDNI

Word Count: 3.2K

Summary: Long before you were born the war between the ever knew the true cause of it, but humans were forbidden to ever enter the woods that bordered their lands. But you were never one to follow laws, you had always felt drawn to the beauty of the woods and never have you once felt in danger there. One day you come across a large black wolf watching you in the distance. It never approached you, but it watched you as you would lay against a tree in the sunlight and read your favorite books. From that moment on you would always see it, watching you. You felt as if it was protecting you. You would smile at it and never dare go near it. Little did you know, that the wolf who watched you carefully, was not just any wolf, but also a man, the man they called the wolf king.

A/N: Please do not repost or translate my work! Let me know if you wish to be on the tagged list.

Your eyes fluttered open as you felt someone kiss your forehead. You blushed as you looked up to see Chan looking at you softly. He ran his fingers through your hair and smiled. “Morning my love.” He whispered softly as he caressed your cheek. You leaned into his touch and smiled brightly.

“Morning handsome.” You whispered before pulling him close. You pressed your lips to his in a soft kiss as he held you tightly as he melted into you. He kissed back passionately and nipped at your lips, earning a soft whimper from you.

“Don’t love.” He whispered softly into your lips. “You’re going to make it extra hard for me to leave you today.” You looked up at him sadly and nuzzled your face in his neck.

“I don’t want you to go.” You whispered as you kissed his neck. “Please don’t leave.” He sighed as he held you tightly.

“I want to make sure your father gets here safe and unharmed, I also want to gain his trust. Show him that even though I am not human, I am a man who wants to love and treasure his daughter forever.” You sighed softly and kissed his lips gently.

“I’m going to miss you so much.” You whispered softly.

“I will too, but remember you have the boys to take care of you.” He whispered softly. “Maybe you should spend time with Changbin while I’m gone.” He said softly and caressed his cheek. You blushed and bit your lip, you were aware thanks to Chan that most of the boys not only wanted you when they were in their ruts, but just in general and that Changbin was too nervous and shy to say anything about it.

“Are you sure?” You asked softly. “You wouldn’t be upset?”

“No my love, I have no problem with you loving all of them because I know you will always come back to me.” He said softly. “That I will always be yours and you will always be mine.”

“Always.” You whispered. “Promise you’ll come back to me as soon as you can.” You pleaded. He nodded and kissed you softly.

“I’ll be back soon, I promise you and we will prove to your father that what we have is more than just an arranged marriage.”

When you watched him leave with his men, along with Hyunjin, Felix and Jeongin, you struggled to not cry. You ended up I the garden, trying to distract yourself by looking at the beautiful flowers in the garden. As you admired the beautiful rose bushes a pair of onyx eyes watched you softly from a distance.

“Just to talk to her you fool. Chan literally said that you could be with her while he was gone.” Jisung whispered as he pushed at him towards your direction but Changbin wouldn’t budge. “Stop staring at her like a love sick fool and go be with her!” Changbin gulped and looked to Jisung before letting out a shaky breath.

“What if I fall for her?” He asked quietly.

“Chan is perfectly okay with that. Have you seen Hyunnie? He won’t even look at anyone else anymore. Chan knows that we all seem to have a special connection to her and he’s okay with that. She seems more than okay with that as well. Just please go, I can’t handle you watching her like a lost pup anymore.”

With those words Changbin only nodded and slowly walked into the garden as Jisung watched with a grin before leaving you both to give some form of privacy. Changbin stared at you for a moment, admiring you as you looked at the flowers. His heart was fluttering wildly just from the sight of you. From the moment he saw you he had been enchanted by you. But once he smelled your scent it was all over for him. For pretty much him and anyone else in the group.

When he had heard the way you sounded while Hyunjin had his way with you it took all his will power to not barge in and steal you from him. Every moment you were near all he wanted to do was take you in his arms and make you cry out his name. So when Chan told him he wanted you to be with him while he was gone. He was more than ecstatic.

“Y/n.” He called softly. When your eyes locked with his and he saw a blush creep up to your cheeks he almost lost all control. The fact that you blushed for him drove him mad with need. Drove his wolf mad. He walked up to you and looked over at the roses.

“The garden is truly beautiful isn’t it?” You asked quietly as you tried to stop your heart from pounding, something you were quite sure he could hear.

“Very beautiful.” He whispered. But he wasn’t talking about nor looking at the flowers. He reached up and caressed your cheek gently. Your eyes fluttered closed at his touch and you blushed deeply. “I’m sorry I’ve been distant for most of the day. I was just nervous.” He said quietly.

“I was nervous too.” You said quietly and looked up at him softly. “But now that you’re here I don’t feel that way. Is that strange?” He shook his head and pulled you closer.

“No, not at all.” He breathed out. “Now that you’re here. It’s hard to keep my wolf in check, keep myself in check.” He pressed his forehead to yours. You felt your whole body heat up at his words.

“You don’t have to.” You whispered softly and you could swear you saw his onyx eyes flash gold for a moment. “Changbin, if you want me. Take me.” You caressed his cheek and looked deep into his eyes. Within seconds you were laid down on the grass and gasped softly as he hovered over you. His eyes were soft, but there was a hunger and need in them. You felt his hand slowly push up the hem of your dress until your lower half was completely exposed to him. He groaned when he saw you were wearing no undergarments.

Chan had told him that you stopped wearing them because of how desperate he was to have you all the time. He thought he was just teasing him and trying to get him worked up. But he was right. His lips pressed to yours in a deep and passionate kiss. You kissed back eagerly and tangled your fingers in his hair. Not long ago you would be embarrassed and shy to do something like this out in the open. But you have learned that with Chan and Hyunjin that there was no place that they couldn’t have you.

Being here with Changbin only excited you as you both kissed each other desperately. You felt his hand brush against your wet core and you gasped softly into his lips.

“Look at you. Already dripping wet for me. I could just slip inside you right at this moment if I wanted. Would you like that?” He growled softly as he continued to kiss you hungrily. You whimpered and shook in response. He kissed down your neck and nipped at it. He knew Chan would be mad if he marked you. But God did he want to Mark every part of your body.

“Let me see you.” You begged softly. “I want to see all of you.” He moved away and began to strip himself of his tunic your eyes took in the sight of his upper body. His big broad shoulders, his strong arms and big chest. You couldn’t stop your hand from running up his chest and touching him gently. His eyes closed and his head tilted back at your touch.

You slipped a hand into his trousers and gripped at his length. Your body shook in excitement when you realized how large he was. How thick he was. His brows furrowed and whimpered loudly as you began to stroke him. The sight of him losing control at your touch was so beautiful. You could feel yourself getting wetter wondering what kind of expressions he’d make when he was inside of you.

He pushed down his trousers exposing his member and thick upper thighs to you. He rocked into your hand desperately as you continued to stroke him. The power you had over him with just the simplest touch made you excited and you wanted to see him come undone. Your thumb brushed along his slit and his body jerked at the feeling.

“Y/n.” He breathed out softly. You wrapped your small hand around him and began to pump him as you looked up at him lustily. His moans and expressions of pleasure only fueling you to continue as he struggled to keep himself above you with his arms.

“That’s it Changbin, let go for me. Let go for your Luna.” You cooed softly. Changbin mewled as he felt himself begin to throb in your hand. Soon he came undone. You felt his hot seed spill on your stomach and thighs as he cried out your name softly. You shook at the feeling and leaned up to kiss him slowly and softly. He kissed back and nipped at your lips.

“My turn.” He whispered softly. He knelt down between your legs and began to lick you clean of all the cum he spilled on you. The feeling of his tongue on your skin made you pant and whine. His band reached up and ripped open the top of your dress, exposing your breasts to him. The sight of you laying there with your legs spread wide, as you painted with need was more than enough to get him hard again.

He took a nipple into his mouth and sucked at it desperately as his fingers rubbed at your sensitive nub between your legs. You moaned softly and tangled your fingers in his hair and he growled at the smell of your arousal.

“You smell so divine when you are aroused, do you know that?” He breathed out as he kissed up your chest. “You smell like honey and roses. It’s so addicting. I have no doubt everyone can smell you right now and is aching to be where I am.” You blushed deeply and mewled softly as you felt him slip a finger inside of you. “But it’s me you want. Not them, me.” Changbin growled possessively as he curled it inside you.

“Only you.” You whimpered loudly. He smirked as he added a second finger and began to pump them at a slow pace. You moaned out his name and kissed him again. Pulling him flush against you. Your breasts rubbed against his toned chest, the feeling made you shudder. “Take me. Please.” You choked out as tears flew down your cheeks. You were aching to have him inside you.

“Not until you cum for me.” He growled out. He settled back down between your legs and dove in, sucking at your clit desperately as his fingers thrusted into you wildly. You cried out loudly and arched off the ground as your hands flew to tangle in his hair. Your legs trembled and your eyes rolled back as you felt yourself become overwhelmed with pleasure. “That's it, my beautiful rose. Let go for me.” Your body shook violently as you felt yourself tighten around him and whined his name out as you hit your peak.

He groaned as he licked you clean as you spilled out into his mouth and fingers. He pulled his fingers out and you took them to your mouth. Your eyes stared into his as you sucked them clean and he lost it. Without any warning he thrusted violently into you and you cried out as he stretched you. Your legs trembled as you felt him hit deep. He raised your hips and thrust deeper causing you both to cry out at the feeling.

“That’s it, take all of me.” He groaned. “You’re so tight my rose.” Your heart soared at the name he gave you. You pulled him close and kissed him feverishly. He wrapped his arms around you and held you tight as he began to thrust into you. You moaned and cried into his lips with each thrust as you held onto him tightly. You both stared into each other's eyes as he continued to push deep inside of you. Compared to your time with Hyunjin this felt so much more intimate.

Maybe it was because of the fact that Changbin wasn’t in his rut, like Hyunjin had been. But all you could see in his eyes was love. Chan has told you compared to the others, Changbin had been smitten since the day he brought you and now that you were here in his arms watching how he gazed at you you felt your heart swell. You didn’t feel ashamed of what you felt right now. You knew Chan trusted you and trusted Changbin. You caressed his cheek as you both trembled and moaned at the pleasure you were both feeling.

“You feel so good.” You whimpered softly. “Don’t stop.” He pressed his forehead to yours as his thrusts picked up speed. Your moans intensified as you felt him hitting deep within you. “Y-Yes.” You cried softly. He nuzzled his face in your neck as he moaned loudly. You loved how vocal he was. The desperate moans that left his lips only made your core ache and want more. “Need you to fill me with your seed. Please.” You whimpered. He growled at your words and when he pulled back you could see his eyes flash gold again.

“If that’s what my rose wants. She will get it.” He pulled out of you and turned you onto your stomach. His large hands gripped your hips as pushed up your lower half. “Don’t hold in your cries. I want everyone to hear you.” He slammed deep into you and you cried loudly in delight as you felt him hit so deep in you.

Your legs shook as you dug your fingers into the grass. He pounded into you violently making you sob out at the overwhelming feeling of him hitting spots into you that made your toes curl. You sobbed out his name in delight as tears poured down your cheeks. In the corner you spotted a pair of eyes watching you, wide and dazed with lust as he hid behind a column.

“Jisung’s watching.” You whispered as your eyes locked with the younger wolf's big brown eyes.

“Let him.” He groaned softly as he held you tightly to him. “He’s been dying to be inside you just as much as I have.” You whimpered at his words as your eyes stayed locked with Jisung’s. The way he stared at you made you clench. Changbin groaned loudly and began to rub your clit. “That’s it. Cum for me.” Your eyes rolled back as you cried out and you heard the younger wolf whimper at the sight. You tightened around him as you both hit your climax. You felt Changbin’s seed fill you and whined loudly. You both collapsed on the ground and Changbin immediately pulled your shaking body close.

“You’re amazing.” He whispered as he pressed his lips to your forehead. He looked up and stared at the younger boy. “Come here.” He whispered. Jisung hesitantly came over, his eyes never leaving your body as he took in your beautiful fucked out state. “You want her don’t you?” He asked and Jisung looked at him with wide eyes.

“Yes.” He breathed out as his eyes locked with yours. “I do.” Changbin got up and picked you up bridal style.

“Not here.” He breathed out. “Let’s go.” Jisung followed you both to Changbin’s chambers. He laid you gently on the bed and stripped you of the gown he destroyed. “Strip Jisung.” He commanded softly. Your eyes fluttered over to him and watched as he stripped his clothing. You couldn’t help but be excited about having them both with you and when you took in his body and his curved member your legs spread in response as you whimpered.

“Go to her.” Changbin chuckled as he watched him. Finding it funny how the roles had reversed. Jisung hovered over you and looked into your eyes nervously. You looked up at him softly and caressed his cheek. His eyes fluttered closed and he leaned into her touch.

“Kiss me.” You whispered softly. You didn’t have to say it again. His lips were on yours in seconds. The kiss was so soft and gentle. He laid flush against you as you kissed back. You felt him rock against you and whimpered softly.

“She makes the most beautiful sounds.” Jisung whispered as he pulled away and kissed along her jawline.

“She absolutely does.” Changbin agreed as he joined you both on the bed. “Why don’t you taste her?” He smirked. “She tastes divine.” Jisung whimpered at the suggestion and looked at you pleadingly. You nodded softly to let him know it was okay and he slid between your legs. Knowing you were definitely sensitive he licked at you gently and groaned at the taste of you.

You whimpered and whined as he sucked at your clit. You panted softly and arched off the bed. Changbin watched you. He could feel himself getting hard again. But he wanted Jisung to have his time with you. Jisung slipped a finger inside you as he continued to suck at your clit, making your legs shake as you gripped the sheets beneath you. His watched you in awe as he continued to please you and growled softly when Changbin began to kneed at your breast.

Jisung added another finger as he swirled his tongue around your folds and clit and you cried out as you felt him pump them quickly inside you. If he had it his way. He’d stay here forever making you cum on his tongue all night. He felt you begin to clench around him and he grinned into your core. He licked at you desperately as he continued to pump into you and watched as you arched off the bed, your legs shook violently as your orgasm hit you. But Jisung didn’t stop. He kept devouring and thrusting his fingers into you.

“Jisung please.” You whimpered. “Need you.” Jisung kissed up your stomach and nuzzled his face in your neck. You felt him push into you and you both moaned loudly. You wrapped your legs around his small waist as you clung to him.

“How is she still so tight?” He whimpered. He rocked into you slowly and gently wanting to relish in the feeling of your warmth. He kissed and nipped at your neck as he rocked deep into you making your toes curl at the feeling. “So perfect.” He whined softly.

“Harder Jisung. She can take it.” Changbin ordered softly “our Luna takes you so well.” You bushed deeply and before you could say anything you felt Jisung slam into you making you both let out a loud cry of pleasure.

“God you feel so good Y/n.” Jisung whimpered. “I want to fill you with my seed over and over.” His words made you shiver.

“Do it.” You whimpered. “I want you to please.” You begged softly. “Fill me. Both of you. Over and over. Please. I want it so badly.” Both males groaned at your words. Jisung’s hips snapped into you roughly and you felt your orgasm building. “So close. Please.” You cried softly. Jisung kissed you hungrily as he ravaged you and whined as he felt you clench around him. You both reached your orgasm and cried out loudly for each other. Jisung pulled out gently and you gasped as Changbin pulled you to him. He smirked as he taped your core with his cock teasingly.

“Is this not what you just begged us for my rose?” You whimpered and nodded. “Then don’t expect to get any sleep tonight.” He whispered.

You spent the whole night and day after with the two. By the time they were done with you, you couldn’t walk for at least a day. It was safe to say they distracted you and kept you from feeling lonely while Chan was gone.

tagged list: @casualenthusiastexpert @inara-a @obeythemasters @ashrocker123 @allmonstersxarehuman @maeleelee @blossomwritesthings @hyunnieshannie @binchansbiceps @d4vekat-otp @miin17 @changbinisms @levantea @sherituhhh @whatudowhennooneseesyou @mooncallerautumn @sarcasticsagittarius1998 @emmxxsworld @sammybirdseed @queenmea604 @storytowrite @bangchansphatass @sunshinesquokka @what-the-jams @dreamingsmile @wordsfromthehills @hyunlixwife

334 notes · View notes

hanniebanggi · 1 month

Text

𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 • 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧

genre: fluff, enemies to lovers, established relationship

warnings: y/n is she/her, some profanities.

Chan leaned against the doorway of their cozy apartment kitchen, watching Y/N move around with practiced ease as she prepared dinner. The sight was familiar yet surreal, considering where they had started.

In high school, they were fierce rivals, constantly competing against each other in dance competitions. Chan had always admired Y/N's skill and determination, but he never let that admiration soften his competitive edge. Y/N was his rival—someone he needed to surpass.

"Just because you won right now, does not mean I'm bad at dancing." Y/N said while holding the silver trophy with number two carved on it.

"Just admit it, kid. I'm better than you'll ever be." Chan said with smirk on his face, waving his gold trophy in front of Y/N.

"Well that's because I just started a year ago, little dumbass. And who are you calling kid? I'm literally taller than you. Bet you learned dancing from the dwarves."

"Oh, you think you're funny? You look like The Grinch with your green ass outfit!"

"Knobhead!"

"Ugly!"

Their rivalry continued through college, where they both pursued dance as a major. It was during those intense years of training, late-night practices, and heated competitions that something unexpected happened. Amidst the rivalry, a mutual respect grew. They pushed each other to new heights, each striving to outdo the other while secretly admiring their passion and dedication.

"It would be better if we're in a V formation before that. It looked messy." Y/N said as they looked at the wide mirror.

"You think so? But it's my choreo, right?"

"And I'm improving it."

"Why don't we ask Soonyoung then, huh."

"CAN'T YOU TWO GET ALONG FOR ONCE?!" Soonyoung groaned as he looked at the two in front of him.

It wasn't until after college, at a chance encounter in a dance workshop, that they began to see each other differently. They bonded over their shared experiences, the highs and lows of their dance journeys, and soon realized that beyond the rivalry lay a genuine connection.

From fighting because of who's the better dancer, the better one to lead the group, the better choreographer to fighting on who's paying for the meal, fighting whether Chan will walk with Y/N until she gets home, fighting if Chan would drive Y/N to her errands. And fighting their own self about their feelings.

Now, here they were—five years into a relationship and newly married. Chan still couldn't quite believe it sometimes, how the competitive fire that once burned between them had transformed into something deeper, warmer, and lasting.

Lost in his thoughts, Chan's gaze lingered on Y/N, who was humming softly to herself as she chopped vegetables. She glanced up, catching his eye with a warm smile.

"Hey, what are you staring at?" Y/N teased, her eyes twinkling with affection.

Chan chuckled, crossing the kitchen to wrap his arms around her from behind. "Just admiring my talented wife."

Y/N laughed, leaning back into his embrace. "And I thought you were supposed to be the tough, competitive one."

Chan rested his chin on her shoulder, a contented smile playing on his lips. "I guess some rivalries have a way of turning into the best partnerships."

Y/N turned in his arms, her expression softening. "I'm glad ours did."

Chan pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, feeling a surge of gratitude for how far they had come. "Me too, baby. Me too."

"You're too sweet, maybe you can chop these up."

"Nope, I won the rock paper scissors, you do that, pretty."

"Tsk." Y/N said as Chan removed his arms from Y/N's and laughed loudly.

"Alright, I'll do it. Just sit there, baby."

63 notes · View notes

boyfriendstevie · 9 months

Note

kit. my beloved 🫶 if u want i think u would destroy me with [ DELAY ] one muse is trying to get ready to go somewhere while the other keeps kissing them and unbutton/unzipping their clothes — and it’s date night and one of you can’t keep your paws off the other <3

only took me forever to write this oopsie sorry ily xoxo if you have any requests pls send them my way!! still trying to figure this whole thing out but def need some more to write! | gn!reader, oral (steve receiving); 1.4k MDNI!!!

“C’mere, babe,” you call to your boyfriend as you stand from the bed after slipping your shoes on. He’s fiddling with the tie around his neck, and it still doesn’t look quite right. “Need to fix that, Stevie. Lemme help.”

You’re going out to dinner for your date night. It’s supposed to be at a nice place, the kind that Steve had to make a reservation for. The kind where you both have to wear your nicest clothes. You’re both going all out, since you don’t get to do it often, and Steve is driving you crazy, even if he doesn’t mean to. You’ve wanted him since he got out of the shower earlier, a towel around his waist, hair dripping in his eyes, and bare chest on display. He’d shut down your advances earlier, not wanting to be late for your reservations, but had grinned at you as he murmured against your lips, “Later, honey.”

Steve laughs and then groans as he turns to face you, hands falling to his sides in defeat, “Is it really that bad?”

“Well…” you trail off, glancing up at your boyfriend with a grimace. When he pouts, pushing his bottom lip out, you laugh and lean up on your toes to press a kiss to it, “Kidding! Can I help, though?”

“Mhm,” he hums softly, returning a peck to your lips before you can get too far away. His big hands settle on your hips, warm through the fabric of your clothes, as you pretend to focus on the task at hand. You had no real intention of fixing his tie. In fact, you’re hoping to get him out of it.

Groaning, you pull the tie from around his neck, “Ugh, need to take it off to fix it.” You fiddle with it for a few seconds, and then glance back up at his chest, “Wait, your collar needs to be fixed, too, hold on…”

He seems none the wiser as you pull at the collar of his shirt before trailing down to undo his top button. You’re not sure how far you’ll be able to get before he catches on, but you’re going to test it out. Steve squeezes at your hips as he watches you with a smile, and you grin up at him as you slide your fingers down, dragging against his skin until you reach the next button.

Though he pretends not to, you can see the way Steve shivers at your touch, bottom lip tucked between his teeth. You have to suppress your smirk as your fingers drift further down one more time, and just as you’re about to push the button through the small hole, one of Steve’s hands grabs at your wrist to stop you, “Baby, what—“

“What?” you ask innocently, eyes wide as you peer up at him.

Steve huffs, raising his eyebrows as he gives you a knowing look, “You know what. We gotta go or we’ll be late.” He almost looks apologetic as he squeezes your wrist gently and presses a kiss to your forehead before moving to do up his buttons again.

Unfortunately for him, you’re not one to give up, and you try to bat his hands away, undoing the same one he’d just fixed. It’s your turn to pout now, “No no no, just let me—“ Your fingers follow his, a game of back and forth as you undo his buttons again and again only for him to fix them.

You’re going to have to play dirty if you want to win, and you’re definitely not above it. You catch him off-guard by forgetting the buttons and lean up on your toes to press your mouth to his. He grunts in surprise, but reciprocates quickly, not immune to your kiss. For someone who has been insistent on not being late to dinner, he’s not helping any with the way he’s kissing you feverishly, nipping at your bottom lip as his hands slide lower and lower until he’s grabbing your ass, kneading the soft flesh.

When your hands drag down his chest again, back to the buttons, Steve seems to accept defeat. You’re smug, grinning into the kiss as your nails scratch against his chest lightly, undoing all of the buttons on his shirt until you get to his pants. You fiddle with his belt, fingertips tracing along his hips and v-line lightly. Teasingly. His hips push towards your hands involuntarily and your eyes flick to his, a silent question. You know for sure he’s given in when he nods quickly.

You make quick work of his belt, moving on to his button and zipper before shoving his pants over his hips. Your hand slips beneath the waistband of his underwear to grasp his cock, fingers wrapping around the base as you work on leaving a mark on his neck. Steve’s breath catches in his throat as you stroke up towards the tip, “Oh, shit, babe— need—“

“My mouth on your pretty cock?” you ask into the crook of his neck. He’s already flushed; you can feel the warmth radiating off of his skin, and you’re sure if you pulled back to look at him, you’d find him glowing pink.

“Please,” he nearly whines, a breathless sound.

Tugging at his underwear, you pull it down enough to free his cock. He’s already hard, pretty and pink against the tan skin of his stomach. You maneuver the two of you around, and give his shoulders a gentle push until he gets the idea and sits at the edge of the bed. Placing your hands on his knees, you sink down onto your own in front of him, eyes wide as you stare up at him.

Your hands push up his thighs, lips following the scratch of your nails in soft kisses. You can see the way his cock twitches as you near his hips, begging to be touched. Precum leaks from the tip, and you lean forward, pressing a kiss to his slit, tongue darting out to taste him. Fingers curling around his shaft again, you hum, glancing up to catch his gaze, “We can still be on time, if ya cum fast enough, Stevie.” It’s almost a taunt. A dare.

His eyes squeeze shut as he grits out, “Christ, you’re a menace, baby.”

You don’t deny it, instead leaning forward to run your tongue from the base of his cock to the tip, wrapping your lips around him and sucking. Steve moans, a sound from deep in his chest, hands clenching in a fist and then flexing on his thighs in an attempt to refrain from ruining your hair, “F-fuck, angel. Mouth feels so good. So warm an— fuuuck—“

He cuts himself off with another groan as you take him further into your mouth, hand pumping what doesn’t fit in your mouth. It’s so fucking wet from your spit and his precum, and the sounds your mouth and hand are making are obscene. It always makes you feel powerful, the way Steve moans and trembles when you’re making him feel good like this. His tummy clenches, fists twisting into the sheets next to him.

There’s a soft pop sound as you lift your head to look up at him. Lips shining, you grin up at him, still stroking his cock, twisting your wrist in the perfect way as you ask, “Gonna cum for me, baby?” He nods desperately, hips bucking up into your wet fist, as if you’re still not giving him enough. “Don’t wanna be late,” you say again, squeezing his length, “Can’t ruin my makeup, guess y’have to cum in my mouth.”

“Fuckin’ hell,” he whines, watching your every move as you keep your eyes on his and lean back down to take him into your mouth again. You focus on his tip, your free hand coming up to play with his balls.

He’s so fucking close, cock twitching in your mouth, so you hum, taking him in until your nose presses to the trimmed curls at the base of his cock. It’s enough to have him falling over the edge, spilling into your mouth. Steve whines, eyes squeezed shut, your name and a jumbled mess of expletives fall from his mouth, “Oh, fuck, honey— ‘m so close, gonna cum, please— nngh.”

You take it all, continuing to pump him slowly to collect every last drop until he’s shaking underneath you, only coming up for air when he says, “Baby, baby… fuck. Okay, okay, ’s good. So good.”

Pressing a kiss to his thigh and then his tummy, you finally sit back on your heels and wipe your hand across your wet mouth with a giggle, “Knew I could get you off and still have time for our reservation, Stevie.”

Steve laughs at that, cheeks flushed as he shakes his head in disbelief, stroking his thumb across your cheek to wipe a bit of spit you missed, “Gonna have to make that up to you after dinner, honey.”

"Not during?" you ask with a pout as you help to redress him, actually helping him to tie his tie this time.

"Don't push your luck, babe," he replies, but there's a glint in his eyes that you know all too well. One that means you'll definitely be sneaking off to the bathroom before your meals even get to the table.

#steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington blurb #jay <3333 #kit writes #steve thots

386 notes · View notes