#''and I am going to do it during the workday!!!!!''

[notbecauseofvictories]

what if I did a staycation with a musical, fancy dinner, and free day at the chicago leather museum. is that anything.

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

Expect clip posting to slow down due to irl nonsense.

Also from the 11th to the 18th I won’t have any computer access and very little internet access but I’ll schedule a couple clips beforehand for that week 🫡

[urbanfiltered]

ummmmmmm

[wanders-in-wonderland]

Ex-Boyfriend

I broke up with him last week. We’d only been dating a few months but the red flags were there. He always wanted to make decisions for me and I’d always felt like he didn’t see me as his equal. He was always treating me like a helpless little girl, being patronizing and condescending at times. The last straw came when he insisted that I quit my job and move in with him so that he could “take care of me properly.”

He took the breakup surprisingly well. No angry outbursts or attempts to convince me to stay. I’d assumed that we would never see each other again and we’d each move on with our lives. I was very wrong.

It was Tuesday night and I’d ordered takeout after a longer-than-usual workday. So when my doorbell rang, I didn’t bother to check the peephole before I excitedly flung it open, expecting to see my dinner. Instead, it was him.

Before I could even register what was going on, he shoved me back and slipped into my apartment, slamming the door behind him and locking it. “What the fuck? What are you doing here?” I’m immediately angry and annoyed, I thought we were going to be mature adults and move on with our lives.

“Shut the fuck up bitch,” he snarls out, his voice deeper and angrier than I’d ever heard it before. It stuns me and a small tendril of fear begins to take root inside of me. He’d never hurt me before, and I’d never been scared of him. Sure, he was overbearing and demanding, but never in a violent way.

But now, the look on his face and his tone suggested otherwise. “Why are you here?” I whisper softly, fear and apprehension taking over my previous anger. He laughs with derision, “I’m here to take back what I own.” His words are delivered with so much finality that I’m thrown. What does that even mean? Before I can fully think about it, he strikes.

His hand comes up and wraps around my throat, tightening and pushing me against the wall. His body presses against me and I cry out from the force of my body hitting the wall. “Stop! Please!” I can hear the terror in my own voice now and the severity of my situation hits me fully. He’s so much bigger than me, stronger, faster, and I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that he could seriously hurt me if he wanted to.

“I said, shut the fuck up, you stupid bitch,” he growls before his lips meet mine in a bruising, punishing kiss. I whimper into his mouth, tasting iron on my own lips as he pushes against me harshly. The hand around my throat tightens even further, restricting my airway and making me lightheaded. His other hand goes between my legs and he rips at my shorts and underwear.

He’d never treated me like this before. Back when we were dating, he was always gentle, sweet, and attentive during sex. But right now, he was anything but soft. His fingers pushed against my core, harshly rubbing my clit, making me whine into his mouth. He pulls his fingers away briefly and breaks away from the kiss to shove his fingers into my mouth.

I gag around them, feeling tears start to gather in my eyes. “You little bitch thought you could just walk away from me? I’m going to make you regret that,” he growls into my ear and pulls his fingers from my mouth.

“Please, no, stop! I don’t want this, please just leave me alone. We broke up, you never have to see my again,” I’m sobbing now, realizing how trapped I am as his intentions become more clear. He scoffs, “Oh no, you are never going to leave me again.”

I cry harder at his words. His fingers, wet with my saliva, come back to my pussy and without any preparation, he thrusts two into my cunt. I wail as I feel him violate me. He starts to pump his fingers, curling them just right to hit that spot inside of me that makes me see stars. He knows my body better than myself and he knows exactly how to touch me to make me fall apart. I can feel my pussy gushing around him, drenching his hand despite my mind knowing that I don’t want this.

“Please, please, please!” I’m begging him, pleas falling from my lips like a mantra, hoping that he would stop and just leave. But he doesn’t. His thumb presses down on my clit with just the right amount of pressure and I can feel myself getting closer and closer to an orgasm.

“Look at you, falling apart like this on my fingers. Your body knows who you belong to, little whore,” he says, his voice rough in my ear. I’m delirious, overwhelmed with pleasure and torn between my body and mind as he works me to my climax. I arch into him and scream as I shatter into an orgasm that leaves me reeling. My pussy clenches around his fingers, squirting my release all over his hand and wrist. It’s humiliating how fast I came apart for him.

His fingers keep playing with my pussy, working me through my orgasm as I pant and moan softly. I collapse against him, feeling broken and defeated. Suddenly, I feel a pinch on my arm and I turn my head to see a syringe sticking out of me. He smiles darkly at me as he pulls it away, and I feel the effects immediately as my eyes start to drift shut and my body falls into unconsciousness.

—

I wake up and immediately recognize my surroundings. I’m in his bedroom, my arms and legs tied to his bedposts as I lay on my back, completely naked. Fear and worry floods my mind when I realize that I’m trapped here with no way out.

“Welcome home, honey,” he says from a corner of the room. My vision darts to him and I see him sitting in his armchair, drinking a glass of his favorite bourbon. “Why am I here? What do you want?” I demand, hoping to infuse anger into my voice but it sounds weak, scared, and helpless even to my own ears.

He smiles. “I think you know what I want. I want you back. And I’m going to have you no matter what it takes.”

“You’re delusional,” I whisper, staring at him. “You raped me. I’m never going to get back together with you.” His smile falls from his face and his eyes harden.

“I wouldn’t call it rape, sweetheart. Not when you squirted all over my fingers. I think you came harder than you ever have, and your body certainly knows who it belongs to,” he says, his vulgar words making me blush. My cheeks burn even more because I know he’s right. He made me fall apart on his fingers despite how much I hated it, and he’s the only person who’s ever been able to control my body so perfectly.

He sets his drink down and pushes up from his chair, stalking towards me. I whimper and cringe away from him as much as I can but he tied me too tightly for me to have any wiggle room. He runs his fingers up my leg, toying with me.

“You see, I think you’ve forgotten that I own you. And I think it’s up to me to remind you. And if you behave like a good girl, I’ll even overlook the fact that you tried to leave me,” he murmurs softly as his fingers brush gently across my pussy. I whimper when he flicks my clit softly, my body jerking against the ropes in response.

“I was so patient with you all throughout our relationship. I gave you time to adjust, even let you keep your little job for a few months. But you just had to go and ruin it all. Now, we have to do things the hard way,” he says as his fingers keep rubbing at my clit.

I can feel my pussy starting to drip again, and I want nothing more than for him to just stop and leave me alone. I hate that my body responds so well to him, and I hate that he knows that. I bite my lip, trying to hold back moans as he works my body closer and closer to another orgasm. My eyes flutter shut as I feel the sensation building, and I want to sob knowing that he can bend my body to his will.

I’m so close now, his fingers finding just the right places to stroke and flick. Small whimpers and whines are escaping my throat as I chase my orgasm. I can feel myself about to erupt when suddenly, he pulls his fingers away. I let out a short wail when my orgasm comes to an abrupt stop, my body clenching and throbbing at the loss of stimulation. My eyes fly open and meet his and I’m sickened to see the satisfaction on his face.

His voice is laced with faux sympathy, “Aw honey, did you want to cum?” I shake my head stubbornly as I pant, trying to get myself back under control. He smiles as he sits down on the bed next to me.

“You see, I spent a long time thinking about how I wanted to break you. I thought about just tying you to a fucking machine and vibrator and letting it completely wreck you. But that’s less fun. I’d much rather take you apart by myself. Maybe next time, I’ll leave you on the machine for a few hours and see how it ruins you. This time though, I want you to know that I can break you myself, with no extra help. So you know that I own you, completely.” He smile is dark and full of promises. Fear is overwhelming me, not just a fear of him, but also fear in knowing that he is absolutely correct.

I stare at him with tears in my eyes, “Please, please don’t do this. I’m sorry I broke up with you but I don’t want this. Please just let me go.” Part of me knows that begging is useless but I can’t help it. I have to try. He tsks at me and I watch as he undresses, showing off his gorgeous body that always made me drool a little.

He comes onto the bed and slots himself in between my legs, looking up at me from my pussy. “By the end of tonight, you’ll be begging me to take you back,” he murmurs, redirecting his gaze to my dripping pussy.

Without another word, he dives into my cunt. He’d always been so good at eating me out and that hasn’t changed at all. His tongue paints long strokes over my pussy as he laps up my wetness. He pays special attention to my clit, expertly playing with it and drawing out gasps, whimpers, and moans from my mouth, despite my best efforts to muffle them. Before long, I can feel my orgasm building. The stimulation is so good against my clit and pussy and I want to beg him to make me cum but I’m too stubborn to let those words come out of my mouth. I’m so close and I can feel myself about to fall off the edge when suddenly, he pulls away. My hips arch upwards embarrassingly, trying to chase the pleasure he’s ripping away from me and I can’t help but let out a sob.

“Poor honey, were you about to cum again?” His voice is tinged with condescension and I want to be angry but all I feel is desperation. “If you beg, I’ll let you cum,” he says, smirking.

I want to scream and beg but I’m too stubborn to give in so all I do is glare at him. He laughs as he presses soft kisses along my thighs and stomach, waiting for my orgasm to fade before beginning again. He brings me to the brink using just his mouth another five more times, each edge chipping away at my resistance. My pussy drools onto the bed under me as I’m subjected to his whims.

I’m sobbing and writhing after another edge and I finally can’t take anymore. “Please,” I whisper, my voice cracking from need and desperation. “Please, let me cum.”

He looks up at me and smiles. “Breaking so soon, honey?” I want to cry and I wish I could be stronger but I’m so fucking desperate. “Please, I’m sorry I broke up with you, it was a mistake,” I murmur, not able to meet his eyes.

The satisfaction on his face makes me feel sick. I hate that he’s able to turn my body against me and I hate that I’m too weak to resist. But his next words make me feel even worse.

“I don’t think you’re actually sorry yet. I think you’re just saying that so I’ll make you cum, honey. And that’s not good enough.” His last words punctuated with his fingers driving into my pussy and I arch my back and wail. It feels so good and I’m so close that I know I’d cum if he just kept going. But he doesn’t. He pulls his fingers out and slides them into his mouth, licking up my wetness from them.

He waits for me to calm down before he dives back in, driving me insane with his mouth and bringing me to the edge over and over again. I lose track of how many orgasms he’s withheld from me but before long, I’m begging with every breath. I’m almost incoherent with need, babbling out pleas to him, trying to say anything and everything that would convince him to let me cum. I’m apologizing over and over again for leaving him, pleading with him to take me back as I writhe and shake under his mouth.

Some amount of time later, he pushes himself up from between my legs and leans over me. His face is inches from mine as his eyes take in my face, pink from desire and need, my eyes watery with tears. His lips meet mine in a soft, gentle kiss and I can taste myself as I melt into it. His hands come up to cup my face gently and I moan softly into his mouth, feeling his warm body cover mine, pressing me into the bed. He’d always made me feel safe, and now is no different. My brain is fuzzy but I’m trying to press myself even closer to him, straining against the ropes toward him.

“Please, please, baby, take me back. I want to be yours again, please, I love you, I’m so sorry,” I’m babbling as soon as his lips leave mine, desperate to convince him to take me back. He smiles tenderly at me, “Of course, honey. I know you were just a little misguided earlier.” The patronizing tone gives me pause for a second, registering in my brain as something that used to annoy me, but the notion fades as quickly as it came.

I arch up toward him, pressing myself into him, trying to rock my pussy against him. “Please, please, please,” I’m whimpering but I’m not sure what I’m begging for, whether it’s to cum or for him to take me back. His fingers trail down to my pussy and he slides two of them inside of me. I gasp and moan deeply, feeling him scissor his fingers and then curl them into my g-spot as his thumb finds my clit. Fuck, it feels so good and I love it so much. I love him so much.

I feel myself barreling toward an orgasm again, and I’m begging again, begging for him to keep going, to let me cum, promising him that I’ll be good, I’ll be the perfect girlfriend, I’ll do whatever he wants if he would just let me cum.

He pulls his fingers away and I let out a gut-wrenching sob. “Aw honey, don’t cry, I have something even better than my fingers for you,” he says, smirking at me. I feel the head of his cock nudge my pussy and I moan and start to beg again.

“Please, please, please give me your cock. Please, I want your cock so much, please!” I’m rocking my hips, trying to entice him to just thrust into me. He rubs the head of his cock along my clit gently and I’m so sensitive that I feel like I could cum from that alone. Then, without warning, he slams his cock home into me.

A scream tears out of my throat as I cum immediately around him. All of the orgasms he’d withheld from me seemed to slam into me all at once and I feel my pussy clench down around him and squirt my release out. He groans in my ear, and I feel a part of me preen in satisfaction knowing that my pussy is making him feel good too. He starts to thrust hard and fast inside of me and I scream as my orgasm seems to continue with no end.

I’m delirious, cockdrunk, moaning and whimpering from the pleasure as he fucks me into the mattress. I wish my arms and legs were untied so that I could wrap around him and hold on, never letting go. He’s relentless as he sets a brutal pace, fucking me so hard that I see stars. The stimulation is overwhelming and I’m sobbing as he takes what he wants from me. I feel his thrusts start to falter and I know he’s close. I whine against him, wanting him to cum inside of me.

“Please, ah, please cum inside of me! Please make me yours!” I want his cum to paint my insides, I want him to claim me inside and out. He moans deep in my ear at my words and with one final, deep thrust, he buries himself inside of me and cums. I feel his cum spray my insides and I cum again, my pussy milking him.

He collapses on top of me, and I love the feeling of his body on top of mine, pressing me deep into the bed. I look up at him through bleary eyes as he leans in to kiss me softly.

“Are you going to be mine forever now?” He whispers against my lips, his eyes gleaming of victory. I smile up at him, content and satisfied, “Forever and always.” I don’t know why I’d ever thought to break up with him in the first place.

[n0tamused]

Have you by any chance seen someone on Twitter posting a translated version of Xiangli Yao's daily schedule? How about writing something like what his schedule would be with the reader (already in a relationship) maybe on a day off? Something like: 8:00 AM - get up and start day 10:00-12:00 AM snuggled in bed with y/n as a result. Or - 4:00 PM - prosthetic maintenance. ambushed from behind. (Imagine nuzzling him from behind while he tinkers with his hand 🥺) Something like a bunch of small drabbles in 1 work? I guess finding someone to write for him awakened something in my brain, I'msorry.

A/n: I have heard of this schedule but tbh I didn't see it myself before I got this request lol, I really find the idea sweet so I hope I did it justice! And no need to apologize, I am happy to write for Xangli Yao

Contents: Xiangli Yao x GN!Reader, fluff, short drabbles, established relationship not proofread

Saturday:

08:30 - Wake up

It’s been many years since Xiangli Yao has practiced this continuous cycle of waking up at certain times, to the point he did not need an alarm clock anymore. It was 8:14 when he came to his senses, morning light sleeping through the blinds and softly caressing his eyelids to open. He turns away from them, shifting sluggishly underneath the blankets, knowing that work wasn’t waiting on him today. 

He is greeted by your sleeping face, relaxed and soft as the few spots of light from the blinds danced over your cheeks and lips. The light didn’t seem to disturb you, something he was thankful for as he shuffled closer and wrapped his good arm around you, bringing you closer to his warmth as he nuzzled his nose into the top of your head, breathing in your scent as your hair tickled his skin. He feels you mold into his shape, your sleep heavy arm going underneath his and over his side, the blanket keeping your shared warmth trapped, shielding you from the chilly morning.

09:30 - make breakfast with my beloved :) 

Well, it may have been 9:10 by the time you both willed yourself to leave the comforts of eachothers arms. It was hunger that pulled you both from bed, stumbling into the bathroom. Xiangli Yao was next to you as you washed your face while he brushed his teeth. He handed you your toothbrush after you blindly found the towel next to the sink and brushed your face dry. 

Although he had gotten used to being the one to prepare breakfast for both of you during workdays, the weekends did allow more time, and so Yao did try to listen to you more when you said you wanted to help or do more of the work since you don’t usually get the chance to do so. He did convince you some times before, letting you so simply sit aside and look pretty while he whips you up your favorite, but today wasn’t that day. You woke up with more energy and a craving for good quality time and to get your hands busy.

What ends up happening is a table full of food, a big but balanced breakfast of veggies and fruit and needed protein. While you were setting up the table, Xiangli Yao poured you both the juice you made the weekend. He may not think about it too often, but he always feels like the richest man in the world when he shares mornings like these with you.

13:00 - go to the market, restock groceries

His prosthetic arm is holding the basket while the fingers of his other hand are intertwined with yours. Xiangli Yao was yet to become truly used to these public displays of affection, but he never disliked them. The thing was that such little acts of affection flustered him so much at first and he’d rather not catch someone ogling him while his cheeks are red as the tomatoes you were looking at now. He was used to it, he tells himself as he slowly lets your fingers slip from his hold when you say you can use some of the tomatoes. He remembers you mentioning a recipe some time ago that required a good amount of tomatoes. He helps you pick out the best ones and he adds it to the basket after the purchase is done. Although today’s shopping trip ended with more bags than either of you expected, Xiangli Yao vehemently refused to  allow you to carry any of the bags.

You ended up stopping at the local dessert shop, purchasing a few sweet goods for home. You mentioned how the chocolate cake he got looked oddly similar to Xiang-LEE. Now he couldn’t unsee it..

16:00 - prosthetic maintenance(p.s. keep your back guarded!)

How oddly homely it felt to have your arms around him while he tinkered away on his mechanical arm..

Although at first you only observed him from the doorway, he chose to skillfully ignore you when you began to sneak closer, almost as if he couldn’t see you from the corner of his eye. 

You knew he knew too, but it's a game you both chose to play every evening when the sun began to lean in to kiss the mountains. 

You hum as you put your chin on top of his head, peering down at the assortment of open wires and metal plating scattered about on the table. There's a screwdriver in his good hand, and he's clearly doing something, but you're unsure what. Perhaps you'd ask one day, tell him to explain how his arm really works, but that is not today.

He feels you leaning in and kissing his cheek and then his temple.

“The meal is soon to be done. Don't keep me waiting all alone at the table, Xiangli Yao”

19:00 - Free activities 

Xiangli Yao can't help the chuckle that escapes him as he witnesses your scowl and furrowed brows, and all for the little board game with black and white pieces. You've won the round from last night and he deemed it appropriate to ask for a rematch, although he only wished to make you blow off the steam. You've been rather stressed this week, perhaps some back and forth of the game could allow a reprieve.

“You've been thinking about your next move for quite some time now, my love…” he tries, a smile plastered on his lips, both amused and sympathetic.

“...I got it…shh” you return, pushing your chin into the heel of your palm. He hums in response, and another few heartbeats of silence pass before he sees your face light up, as if a star had whispered the next act into your ear. Your fingers deftly move across the board and move your piece across the checkerboard.

“Checkmate!” 

He laughs, his chest shaking with joy as you beam at him. You beat him. Again.

22:30 - bedtime

Mornings are where Xiangli Yao thrives. He is a morning person to the last bone in his body and on work days it is not rare for him to rise before you and his alarm, but they don’t bring him nearly as much relief and joy as bedtime does. Your sleepy face as you go to brush your teeth and change into your bedwear always has his heart softening, his own movements slowing down as his entire body yawns for the comforts of the mattress and comfortable blankets.

He is sitting at the edge of the bed, tinkering with his prosthetic arm for the last time and setting it aside on the table right next to his side of the bed. His prosthetic is cold and rather uncomfortable to sleep with for both of you. From behind he hears you exiting the bathroom and the sound of your bare feet against the floor hurrying up has him turning around to see how you crash into the bed, your face buried into your pillow with a low groan, a breath of relief as weight is taken off your feet.

He shuffles, telling you to get under the blankets while he turns off the lights. Once he remembered you both joking about being afraid of the dark, and although it was all just a joke - Xiangli Yao has been the one to turn off the lights since then. 

He hums as he returns, sliding under the blankets and finding the warmth of your body with searching fingers, pulling himself closer until he was wrapped around you. He buries his nose into your hair, inhaling your scent before laying a lingering kiss to your cheek, bidding you goodnight. 

Ⓒ n0tamused. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

[leviismybby]

Levi and his favorite places to have sex

Bedroom

Let's just start off with the most obvious one, Levi likes to have his privacy with you and what better way to relax after a stressful day than to have you all to himself the whole night. Your hands grip the sheets as he pushes hard into you, his hands hold onto your waist, his cock penetrating your walls. "Fuuuck.." He throws his head back, relishing the way your warm walls feel around his hard cock. Levi starts to thrusts into your pussy, his pace is slow at first unitl "Levi..harder please." You beg him to go harder, it's what you needed right now and who is he to deny his pretty girl what she wants?

His hands move down to grip your hips, his pace getting rougher and faster. "Yeah? Is this what you need?" You nod your head, your hands pull him down for a kiss as he fucks you. Your tongues dance with each other, you mess his hair up with your fingers. His cock reaches your sweet spot and you pull away from the kiss tilting your head to the side giving Levi the perfect angle to leave marks on your neck. His teeth sink into your skin, sucking on your delicate flesh as he pounds deep inside of you. Feeling your walls get tight around his cock, Levi kisses up to your ear. "Well how about that, should I feel you up with my cum or paint your pretty skin?" He whispers in your ear, nibbling on your earlobe. "Inside, please Levi. Need your cum.." You whine, your hands grabbing his shoulder as the bed moves from his ruthless thrusts. He growls and slows down when he feels you cumming around him, Levi cums inside of you, your legs shake. "Now..." He kisses your cheek. "Get on all fours."

His office

Of course, sometimes he is just too needy during the workday to wait until night, so he pulls you into his office and locks the door behind him. He is quick to push everything off his desk and set you on it, his fingers eagerly undoing your pants. Once he has slid your underwear off, he spreads your thighs and dives his head right in. "You smell so good, I am going to make you fucking scream." His tongue licks up and down your slit slowly, he hums against your wetness enjoying your taste. He starts to flick his tongue and sucks on your folds making you grip the edge of his desk as he eats your pussy. "So wet for me, just like always." He says, tongue working inside of you, his hands resting on your thighs, he squeezes the flesh gently here and there. Soon two of his fingers push into your wet cunt, sliding in and out of you as his mouth closes around your clit. Your thighs close against his head and Levi hums in approval, moving his head away from your pussy to look up at you. "Good girl, squeeze me with those thighs of yours." He spits on your pussy and dives right back in, his fingers move at a faster pace. There's a knock on the door but Levi ignores it, almost like he didn't even hear it as he is too busy trying to make you cum. He feels your hips jerk up. "Fucking ignore it, baby." You try your best not to moan but it's hard once he starts to move his mouth faster on you. Feeling your navel tighten, you tug on his raven hair, letting how know that you're close. Levi starts to pump his fingers faster, his tongue playing with your clit and that's all it takes. Your back arches as you cum with a scream of his name. "There you are, not fucking shy now are you?" He kisses your pussy before standing up, taking your body and bending you over his desk. "Now let's see just how much you can take." His cock enters you.

Tent

One of his favorites, it happens mostly when you're out on a mission, he makes sure that you sure that you share a tent with him. You have to be quiet not to wake up the others but Levi is mean, so he decides to overestimate you on his cock. His hand is placed over your mouth, your body covered with a blanket, his hips moving passionately against yours. "Shhh, you don't want to wake up other now do you?" Your pussy is dripping onto the sleeping bag below you, you have already cum so many times around him, you're not sure if you can take another. He drags his cock out of you fully, before slamming into you again. He does it a few times because he enjoys the way your eyes roll at the back of your head. "Mhh you like that don't you? Tell me what would the others think if they knew that you let your captain fuck you anywhere?" You moan into his hand as he starts to slam into you, making your whole body shake. Levi smirks slightly and lets your mouth go, he puts your legs won't his shoulder and kisses your claf before starting to fuck you hard again. You bite into your lip, a moan threatening to fall from your swollen lips. "Just a little longer, you can handle that, brat." He presses down onto your stomach and his cock hits your cervix a few times before you squirt all over him with a whine. "Good girl." Levi leans down and kisses your forehead. "Go to sleep now, I don't want to make you too sore for tomorrow's mission."

Carriage

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Levi prefers to travel on his horse but sometimes authority is bigger than him so he agrees especially if you're going. You're on your knees as you bob your head up and down on his cock, trying your best not to gag on him. Levi holds your hair in his hands, watching your every move with intensity. "Just like that, fuck that mouth of yours was made for me wasn't it?" You nod, continuing to take his cock in your mouth. Your hands are resting on his thick thighs, tongue swirling around his head, eyes locking with his. His cock slides deeper into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat as you start to gag on him. "That's right, choke on it." You main, sending vibrations onto his cock and Levi groans taking your head into his hands and fucking up repeatedly into your mouth. Moaning, drool starts to drip at the side of your lips as his cock pushes into your mouth. He pulls your head back, his cock sliding out of your mouth. "Come here." He pulls you onto his lap and undoes your uniform. "Ride me." Levi kisses the side of your neck as you start to roll your hips on top of him, your eyes roll back when you feel his cock push into you. "Mhh...yes.." You moan, bouncing on his cock. "Fuck, you're so fucking naughty." He groans gripping your breasts with his hands, his hips start to fuck up into you, at his point, you aren't sure if the driver has noticed the activity that is going on inside of the carriage and you're too caught up in riding Levi to care. He takes your hips and starts to fuck you on his cock fast, you feel him twitch inside of you. "Inside me Levi..." You moan as he kisses you sloppily. "I wasn't planning on doing it anywhere else." His grunts get louder until he slams you down one last time, cumming deep inside of you.

Shower

Probably his favorite because he doesn't have to clean up the mess afterwards and he can take his time with you. His mouth kisses down your collarbone, he has you pressed against the shower wall as warm water runs over your bodies. Levi takes your nipple into his mouth and sucks on it, his hands explore every single inch of your body, he takes your ass into his hands, kissing up to your lips. Your legs wrap around his hips, you feel his cock rub against your pussy, waiting for him to enter you. Pulling away from the kiss, Levi starts to fuck you without warning making your head hit the shower wall and gasp in pleasure. "Fuck yeah..your pussy feels so good." He bites his lower lip, his eyes traveling all over body, admiring your every flaw. Your nails scratch down his back as his hips move more rapidly against you. "Shit, you're so tight. You feel so fucking good." Levi is almost whining at how wet you are for him, he can stay buried in you for ages and never get tired. "That's right, you love this don't you? You love me fucking you hard like this?" He grunts through his teeth, his pace only picking up, cock pounding deep inside of you. You press your forehead against his, your walls clamping down on his length. "Fuck fuck." Levi mutters kissing you quickly as he feels you cum around him, he pulls out, cumming all over your skin but it washes off immediately since the water is running. "Damn...I can't get enough of you. Turn around for me."

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[justmeinadaze]

Hey could you write a fic with a chubby plus size reader with Gator Tillman and Michael (Hoard) plzzzz

As you wish... 😘

Push & Pull (GatorXMichaelX Plus Size Y/N)

Warning: Plus size Fem Y/N, Sub/Dom dynamics, degrading (whore, slut), bondage (handcuffs), praise, light spanking, dirty talk, jealous, possessive (kinda toxic) boys, aftercare with a fluffy ending (I guess lol)

Word Count: 1710

Your wide lust filled eyes shifted between both their angry frames as Gator and Michael towered over you while you remained bound with your hands behind your back on your knees.

You had known both men for years but you wouldn’t exactly call them friends which was part of the reason you agreed to this causal relationship the three of you found yourselves in occasionally. 

One drunk night, flirty glances, and a few orgasms in the back of Gator’s cruiser led to an understanding that you were semi friends with all the benefits. 

You three barely even spoke when you met up but you picked up little tidbits from the dirty talk during. In your small town, the officer loved having the power to wield his badge wherever he wished but within his own home however struggled with any kind of control. When he fucked you, he always had you pinned in some way. Whether it be holding your thick wrists above your head or positioning you on your stomach so he could lay his muscular, lean frame on top of your curvy, plump figure as he roughly pounded his hips into yours. 

“You like that don’t you, little slut. You don’t touch me. I control you. You cum because I allow it. I could fill you up and leave you a needy mess. Fuck, baby. So fucking pathetic aren’t you?”

Michael was slightly the opposite in the sense that he could still be forceful and rough but it leaned more towards passionate than anything else. His thick gorgeous hands would constantly roam your body until he was close to his release, clinging to you as if you would disappear. 

“Mmph—fuck. That’s it, love. So fucking beautiful… I’m gonna fill this pussy cause I know she needs it, yeah. Have me leaking out of you as you struggle to walk…feelin’ me for weeks…”

You love it; loved the push and pull of your dynamic with them. Anytime they needed you, you were there whether it be in the middle of a workday or 2 am, you opened yourself willing for them and thanked them for the pleasure. 

There were no rules on seeing other people. Hell, you saw them with women all the time and said nothing. So, when Gator yanked you out of your dates car after pulling him over, you were completely taken off guard. Even more so when he handcuffed you and brought you to Michael’s house instead of the police station. 

As soon as he dragged you in, he tossed you onto the floor where you found yourself now. 

“What were they doing when you found ‘em?”

“Driving. As soon as they left her house, I pulled them over. You think I’d let him get very far with her in the car?”

“Wh-what’s going on?”

“Wh-wh-what’s going on?”, Gator mocked. “Why didn’t you say you were going on a fucking date? Didn’t think we’d catch you?”

“No? I didn’t think about it. We didn’t set that rule—”

The officer roughly took hold of your bicep and tugged you to your feet before shoving you against the wall where both men crowded your space. 

“Look at the little whore here. Really went all out with the tight fucking dress that shows off her tits.”

“And the overwhelmin’ smell of perfume.”, Michael added as his nose pressed to your neck. “Or is that your cunt I’m smellin’?”

Pushing open your legs, his hands roughly slipped under the damp silk of your panties and his eyes widen playfully as he glided his fingers between your folds. 

“Oh yeah. Little girl is so wet.”

Gator’s own fingers took hold of your cheeks, tilting your head to face him. 

“Is that because of us or that pathetic boy who picked you up tonight?”

“You.”

A firm palm slapped your face makes Michael chuckle as he crumbled the bottom of your dress to lift it higher up your curvy frame as his thick digits pressed into your tight entrance. 

“Don’t fucking lie to me, Y/N.”

“I’m not. I p-promise—fuck—I’m not.”

“Then why the fuck were you with that asshole?!” When you took too long to answer, he smacked you again and his friend smirked as he felt your pussy clench at the action. “Answer me!”

“He asked!”

“Oh? Is that all it fucking takes, you little whore.”, Gator growled as he gripped your hair and walked you to his bed where he threw you on to your back. 

Michael climbed onto the mattress above you and yanked off your dress while the officer ripped apart your panties leaving you exposed for both men. 

“You want to act like a little slut, baby, then we can treat you like a fucking slut.” After tossing his vest and gear to the side, you listened as Gator messed with his belt buckle and shimmied his pants to his ankles before grabbing your chunky thighs in his massive hands to pull you closer to him. 

The obscene sound of him spitting into your cunt fills the room and you moan loudly as he aggressively guides his cock inside of you setting a brutal pace.

“Open.”, Michael commands as he taps your lips with his own dick and you oblige as the salty taste of his precum hits your tongue.

“Fuck—look at her. That’s right…take our cocks like a…good…little…whore!”, Gator growled, slamming his length deep inside you between every word causing your eyes to roll as the other boy does little thrusts of his own as he slides effortlessly along your flat tongue. “Do y-you think he can take care of you as well as we have?!”

When you try to shake your head, Michael’s fingers cling to your hair as both boy’s seem to match frequency, pumping into you at the same time causing you to clench and choke over them both. 

“Good—good girl.”

“You’re ours. Do you understand?” The time between the other man pulling out and Gator’s patience is short as he grips your chubby cheeks roughly between his fingers as his hips roughly pound into yours. “I said do you understand?! When I ask you something you fucking answer, little girl.”

“Y-Yes, Sir. I-I understand…oh—”

“Don’t you dare. Don’t you fucking dare cum yet. We’re in charge of you and we decide when you get to cum.”

“Please…”, you whimper, feeling his stern eyes scan over your face as you struggle to control the need to let go. “I’m sorry.”

“Cum, baby. Squeeze my fucking cock when you do.”, the officer whispers as his upper half falls flat on top of you.

You do as he asks, now with permission, and your body trembles underneath him as you come undone. Palms splayed out above your head, he rolls his hips till you feel them sputter and his spend warm your insides. 

You wait patiently for it…the pull that follows the push. 

After Gator tenderly kisses your cheek, he moves out of the way to allow Michael to maneuver you however he wished. Once you both were further up the mattress, he clung to your back and spun you around till you were on top of him, straddling his waist. 

Lifting your body up with your knees, he held his shaft for you as you gradually sunk down onto his length. 

“Mmph, fuck.”, Michael groans as he balances his palms on your hips to help guide you as you steadily begin to bounce. “Fuck, you feel so good, babe. Why would you even want someone else?”

“I-I-I don’t.”

A palm spanked your behind making you wince and on impulse, you picked up your pace. 

“Liar.”, Gator scolds.

Emphatically, you shake your head as you feel the coil begin to wind once more within your belly. 

“You never—mmph—never…”

“Never what, love. Tell us.”

“You never…t-truly m-make me…yours.”

Falling into the nook between his neck and shoulder, you inhaled the man’s cologne and cigarette smell as his hold on your waist tightened and he thrust up into you as you groan in his ear. 

Michael overwhelmed your senses as he pumped his cock firmly inside you at a rigorous pace.

“P-Please, baby, fuck.”

“Yeah? Cum for me, sweetheart.” Holding you tightly to his chest, a string of ahs leave your lips as the coil snaps and your pussy quivers around him. “Fuck, pretty girl. That’s it.”

Continuing to whisper small praises, his grunts of pleasure soon follow as his release spills inside of you. 

As soon as you feel the metal fall away from your wrists, you shakily push up onto your knees as Michael adjusts himself to a sitting position. 

“Jesus, Gator. I fuckin’ told ya we need to stop using your deputy issued cuffs.”, he huffs in annoyance as he takes hold of your wrist and displays the little indents in your skin. 

“She’s fine.”, he replies lightheartedly as he takes your hand and guides you to the shower. 

Once you’re clean and in one of Michael’s large tank tops, Gator places you between them before quickly checking his phone to make sure no one on the force had called or needed him. 

“I see you with girls to.”, you blurt causing them both to glance your way. “I assumed it would be ok to go out on a date because…you’re also seeing other people.”

The officer blinks as he sighs, placing one of his arms behind his head.

“My dad schedules dates for me. ‘Suitable women to start a family with’ he says.”, the man growls as he rolls his eyes. “I fucking hate it. They are so goddamn boring.”

“Same, kinda. Michelle thinks I need ta settle down.”, Michael adds as he turns to face you. 

“Why didn’t you tell me anything?”

“Why didn’t you?”, the man countered making you smile. “We’re allowed to be shy, love, but…we do like you.”

“A lot.”, Gator confirms. “We weren’t sure you would want to even be seen with assholes like us.”

“Speak for yourself, mate.”

You giggle at their banter as both men smile at the sound. Scooting towards the officer, you rest your head on his chest as you tug Michael’s arm around your waist. 

“I don’t mind being seen with asshole’s like you.”

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This is my first Michael story so I dont have a masterlist for him :P

[flawdchaos]

Spilled Drinks

Robert Rosenthal x Reader

Word Count - 1,735

authors note : hello friends, i have never written anything like this before and posted it. i had some free time today and an idea and dreamt this up. it is far from perfect but i hope you enjoy it, nonetheless. thank you!

The muffled yelling of multiple voices was enough to drag Y/N out of the daze she had fallen into. Her workday had started early and ended late leaving her feet and head throbbing - a shower and her bed, more of a cot really, were calling her name. Her venture to the communal showers she shared with her fellow nursing staff was quickly interrupted as Violet and Helen crossed her path.

With a tilt of her head Violet spoke up. “And where do you think you are rushing off to?”

“To shower and get some sleep.” As soon as the final word fell from Y/N’s lips her two friends were quickly shaking their heads in protest.

“You promised! You always say a person is just as good as their word. It will just be for a drink or two and then you can come and get as much sleep as your heart desires. I swear to you.” Violet said, wagging her finger in front of Y/N, like a mother would do a troubled child.

After a brief glare between the two women, Y/N sighed, hung her in defeat, and turned back in the direction of her bunk.

“I don’t even know what to wear to an army base bar. Those men already don’t take us seriously and you think this is gonna make it any better?”

“The more you fight it, the worse it’s gonna be Y/N. Just for once stop living and breathing being a nurse and just be a girl surrounded by a bunch of good looking men.” Hazel spoke up for the first time that night before being met with another glare from Y/N’s direction.

Y/N knew both her friends had a solid point. In the ten months she had been working at Thorpe Abbotts she had never allowed herself a break. She did her best to maintain a positive reputation among the men she treated but her friends, and now even herself, had noticed that the weight of the job had begun to take its toll. A night away from the blood, cries, and medicine couldn’t be all too bad - for her sake.

The August heat was enough to force a light sweat upon the girls as they journeyed from their bunks to the bar. As they stepped inside the building, Hazel quickly pulled her powder from her purse and turned to Y/N blotting away at certain areas of her face.

“You have to talk to at least one man tonight. One. And not someone you’ve treated.” Violet stated and lightly shoved Y/N forward to the bar, shooing with her hand. “Get a drink, enjoy the night.’

“One cosmopolitan, please” Y/N stated after reaching the bar, flashing a smile. She hoped and prayed, as the guy poured away, that the alcohol would be enough to calm the nerves she felt bubbling in her stomach. They only increased as she looked around and spotted Colonels, Captains and Majors. Leaned against the other side of the bar were the now infamous friends, Buck and Bucky. Gale Cleven was nothing but kind and a gentleman but Y/N had overheard talk of a girlfriend back home and John Egan, well, he was John Egan. There was nothing else to say. A few months prior, during a training exercise he wound up hurt and sitting in front of her in the infirmary bay, clutching his elbow with a shit eating grin plastered to his face as she wrapped his arm. Conversation flowed easily with the major but Violet had urged her to speak to someone new.

The bartender brought her from her daze as he placed the drink in front of her and she quickly took a sip. As she pushed back from the bar, she ran directly into a tall frame that had tried to squeeze in beside her, red juice spilling on both of their newly starched clothes.

Before an apology could tumble from her mouth, the man was already grasping her arm to steady her and ushering for his friends to grab a towel from the bar.

“I am so sorry, ma’am. I wasn’t watching where I was going and I ju-” she cut his rambling off

“No, that was all my fault. I was lost in thought and then - oh my god” taking a quick glance down to the tan and brown jacket, her eyes shot open even wider, “your uniform. I can’t believe I got that all over your dress jacket.”

An arm reached between the two of them holding a towel that Y/N quickly grabbed and started dabbing along the man’s chest, steadying herself by grabbing onto his arm.

“This is the first night I ever came out and I just ruined someone’s jacket, oh my god.”

A large hand landed on top of hers, stopping her from continuing her attempts at cleaning up the mess she, well both of them, had made.

“I promise you, ma’am, it was my doing. Let me order you another drink. This ones on me.”

For the first time during this whole encounter, she looked up to the man she had lost her Cosmopolitan to. She was silent as she stood with his hand still over hers, quickly losing her will to deny the drink once her eyes locked with his blue ones, a small smile adorning his face. All she could do was nod. He took a step forward, placing his hand on the small of her back to turn her with him towards the bar.

“A cosmo, right?” he questioned and a small nod was directed his way. “Another cosmo for the lady and whisky, neat, for me please?” The bartender quickly got to work leaving the two strangers standing closely together in silence. The man quietly cleared his throat and stuck out his hand.

“Robert Rosenthal, but most of the guys call me Rosie.” Y/N took his outstretched hand and lightly shook it up and down.

“Y/N Y/L/N”

Robert grabbed the drinks the bartender sat before him and motioned his head towards an empty table across the dance floor.

“Would you like to grab a seat? I think you owe me at least a conversation after this.” he said, looking down at the tan shirt that was now stained slightly pink. A small smile made its way across Y/N’s face.

“It’s the least I could do.”

Robert led the way to the table, nestled in the corner and sat the drinks down. In a swift motion he pulled a seat out and ushered Y/N to take it. As soon as he sat down, a wave of confidence overtook Y/N’s once anxious mind.

“So, Rosie, what is it that you do?” she asked, raising the glass to her lips. She had some worry that the appearance of a woman drinking alcohol would be ‘unladylike’ but all of her care went out the window when she realized with everything she had seen and done, it was the smallest token of appreciation.

“I’m a pilot. I’ve been flying for a while now.”

“Are you any good?” she teased.

“I sure hope. I have learned the hard way making impressions isn't all too easy here. I just embarrassed myself in front of those two majors.” He said, moving his head to the right.

“Buck and Bucky?” he answered with a small nod. “Don’t sweat it, Buck is too nice to make fun of you and Bucky will forget about it in about two hours when the whisky finally hits and his favorite song comes on.” Rosie cracked a smile at her, shaking his head at the thought of the once intimidating major belting out show tunes.

“Thank you, that makes me feel better.”

“Anytime.”

Rosie took a large gulp of his drink and leaned forward on his forearms.

“So, Miss Y/N, how did you wind up here in paradise?”

“I’m a nurse. I’ve been here almost a year. I still don’t know what I'm meant for.” She admitted, lifting her glass to her mouth to slightly hide her face.

“How do you mean?” he quipped.

She took an inhale, taking a moment to carefully collect her words.

“It’s not easy. A lot of these guys come here, make friends with their crewmates and drink and sleep their feelings away. I can’t really blame them. They’re fighting a war for Christ's sake. But, us women, see what comes back. The trauma, the injuries - all of it - and we get sideways looks for drinking a shitty cosmopolitan every once and a while.” she laughed sarcastically as she finished the rest of her drink. “I love helping people but it gets hard.” He nodded, looking down at his own drink and giving it a swirl.

“I never thought of it that way. You ladies get the best and worst of us.”

She sat for a moment, looking at her hands folded in her lap.

“Do you see those two girls over there?”

“By the bar?”

“Mhm. Those are my friends. They have spent the entire ten months we have been here urging me to come out, get away from the bubble I've made for myself and I fought against it until tonight. I thought it would be a disaster. Then I got here and got a drink and told myself it would be fine, only to spill it all over you.”

“Y/N, it's really no bother.”

“I know, because as crazy as it sounds - I am so glad that I did.”

A small crept across Rosie’s face as he sat back in his seat, downing the rest of his whisky.

“And why’s that?”

“Because, it gave me the perfect excuse to talk to you Mr. Rosenthal.” cheeks turning bright red as she directed her eye contact towards him.

“Well then, I’d be a fool not to ask for a dance Mrs. Y/L/N.” standing from his seat and outstretching a hand, which Y/N gladly took.

Together, hand in hand, they walked to the dance floor where Rosie pulled her close. Y/N settled her head on his chest, watching as their feet moved in harmony.

“Oh, and Y/N,” he spoke up with a small smile perched on his lips, leaving her to tilt her head up towards the pilot “, the next round is on you.”

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

SELF LOVE 101 (Gojo x Black!Self-Insert!Reader 18+ One Shot) [REQUEST FILL]

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Black!Self-Insert!Reader (Coworkers to Lovers)

Synopsis: When you get invited to your coworker's Valentine's Day party, you have no intention of going. Especially since this particular coworker isn't exactly your cup of tea: Gojo Satoru is just too proud, too cocky, and too damn full of himself for a girl like you. But when you're persuaded to go and find yourself alone with him, Gojo will stop at nothing until you see that loving yourself is nothing to hate on. After all, a beautiful woman like you deserves to be loved on...especially on camera.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Coworkers to Lovers; Mild Enemies to Lovers; Secret Crush; Reader is a Self-Insert; Reader is Black, Fem & Plus-Sized; Foreplay; Mutual Oral; Spitting; Cunnilingus + Fingering; Deepthroating; Facefucking; Lipstick Marking; Heels On During Sex; Body Worship; Spanking; Begging; Dom!Gojo; sub!Reader; Breeding Position; Missionary; Dirty Talk; Eye Contact; Mutual Orgasm; Creampie; Reader Cums 2x; Sex on Camera/Nude Photos

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: A very special thank you to @curiouscutie143 for requesting my writing again for a V-Day special! I love writing about that sexy blue-eyed MFer & I hope you enjoy reading about him. -Jazz 🩷🩷🩷

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Commission Fan Art by greentforever on Fiverrrr

“So, V, you goin’ to Gojo’s Valentine’s Day party tonight?” 

You sit at your computer desk between the gray walls of your cubicle lined with photos of you with family, friends, and co-workers. One of them, your good friend Shoko, leans against the doorway to your cubicle in her black blazer, slacks that do nothing to hide her shapely ass, and blouse as red as her bold lip color. You, too, are dressed for the day of romance and love in your pink sweater paired with a black pencil skirt, nylon stockings, and pumps. 

She gives you an expectant smile as if she already knows your answer as she stirs sugar into her mug of coffee. You have your own coffee–iced despite the cold–that you sip as you sit at your desk, answering emails for the morning before the team meeting at 10 AM. This leaves you two hours to bullshit and gossip with Shoko which is one of your favorite points of the workday. “No,” you calmly reply. “You know I don’t do parties, Sho.” 

“But it’ll be with our coworkers,” Shoko protests. “You know these people! Gojo is inviting everyone from all of the departments, including our boss.” You inwardly roll your eyes behind your cat-eye glasses. Of course, Gojo would invite the bossman too. You always thought of him as a “boss’ pet” as well as a “people whore”, meaning he always makes it his mission to socialize and make everybody like him. Or maybe that’s just your strong distaste for his personality talking. 

“Sorry, girl,” you sigh, giving Shoko an apologetic smile. “It’s a no for me.” Shoko gives you a look between a glare and a pout. “Why? You’ve got plans? I wouldn’t doubt that your fine ass has a hot date.” She wiggles her eyebrows at you and snorts as you roll your eyes at her ridiculousness. 

Though you know that you’re a very attractive woman with your smooth, brown skin, plump frame, and an ass and rack that can stop traffic, you don’t do the dating thing. At least not right now. It’s too complicated. Too messy. Too distracting. You’re way too focused on your job, which you enjoy and are very good at, to be fooling around on dating sites and chasing after coworkers for some short-lived office romance. 

“Actually, yes, I do have plans,” you reply to your friend. “I have a date with my cat, TV, and Chinese takeout, thank you very much.” You then take a manila folder from the corner of your seat, stand from your chair, and give Shoko a tight-lipped smile. “Now, if you wanna continue pestering me with this, you’re gonna have to follow me to the scanner room.” 

And she does. She follows you, hot on your heels, as you walk through the office of cubicles holding your coworkers making calls, doing work, and sipping their morning coffee. She follows you into the scanner room with its dozens of scanning/printing/copying machines and boxes of extra office supplies. “Come on, V!” she groans. “I’ll be there too and we can have some fun! It would be the perfect time to work on your introvert tendencies.” 

You side-eye her as you begin to fire up the machine and put sheets into the scanner, one at a time. “A party isn’t gonna help with that,” you argue. “And it’s not like I don’t go out! I just don’t try to socialize with people I don’t know like you and…” Your words seem to die in your throat when you catch a glimpse of him through the scanning room’s doorway. 

You’ll never get over how tall Gojo is, standing a whole head taller than you with a lean, toned build that you can see even through his blue button-down shirt and slacks. His office attire is casual yet expensive-looking judging by his red bottom dress shoes. He keeps his locks of snow-white hair unstyled and slightly unruly as if he just rolled out of bed. It gives him a sexy look that you know drives so many of the girls in here crazy. Not to mention his voice––smooth, oh-so-sweet, and annoying like a song you’ve heard over and over again and can’t get out of your head. 

And then there are his eyes. They are an intense, electric blue that seems to shock you whenever you see them. Even now, when he turns his head slightly from chatting up a coworker, his eyes meet yours and you forget how to function. A small, crooked smile appears on his lips and he nods at you. You nod back in greeting––one of the only three ways you acknowledge each other. The other two are “good morning”s and unreadable glances across the office at one another. 

Shoko notices and bumps you with her hip. “And you can finally stop acting like you don’t like this man and get you some dick,” she sniggers. “You know he’d give it to you if you asked, V. The guy has pining after you for months now.” You give her a glare which she just laughs at. She swears that you have a “thing” for Gojo, but you will argue that down into the dirt until your very last breath. 

Shoko doesn’t understand that you and Gojo would not work. You and him are total opposites. He is extroverted and makes it his mission to go to every party, club, and kickback on the weekends while you’re more introverted and . rather stay home. While you know you’re attractive, you don’t constantly throw it in people’s faces like he does. He’s cocky and pompous and waaaay too into himself. 

You don’t dislike Gojo as a person, but you dislike his personality. And the persona he seems to put on for everyone else as if they are his audience. You’ve had the misfortune of seeing him drunk at your company’s Christmas party and left after an hour because of his constant jokes, loud singing, and how much he badgered you to take a shot. Despite this dislike, you don’t hate the guy. You both stay mannerable when your paths cross for any reason and sneak glances at one another but never speak beyond a “good morning” or about work. He works in a whole other department so you don’t see him often, but on the elevators or at company meetings, it’s a different story. 

Shoko can see you battling internally with yourself, so she stands in front of the doorway to block your view of Gojo, leaning her hip against the frame. “Listen, I know you have this whole love-hate thing with this dude,” she sighs, “but I promise you, he isn’t that bad. An attention slut, sure, but he means well. But I’m not here to talk about him–I’m here for you. I’ll be damned if you’re going to spend V-Day alone with your cat and takeout, which is why you need to come out with me, drink, shake ass, and make fun of our coworkers! Just for an hour, V, pleeeeease?” 

She folds her hands into a prayer, interlacing her fingers. You want to say no, but maybe she’s right. Maybe you can use a change. “One hour,” you firmly say. “One. Hour. And then I’m leaving.” 

Shoko squeals and presses a kiss to your cheek, leaving a red lip mark. “You won’t regret this, I promise,” she says though you groan indifferently. However, you can’t help but feel like maybe you won’t regret it either. 

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You’ve never seen a house so big until your Uber pulls up to the estate Gojo rented out for the party. 

“Wow,” you whisper, staring up at the house in awe. After going down a trail lined with trees with bare branches to a forest that seemed to get deeper and darker, making you feel like you were entering a horror movie as you sat in the back of the car, the trees finally cleared and the mansion revealed itself. It’s more like a castle with its many floors, balconies, cobble-stoned walls, and glass windows. You spot a large pool on the right covered with a tarp, a tennis court, and a parking lot to the left filled with cars of all kinds. The lawn before it is clean, cut, and dewy, freshly cut and watered for the guests. 

The driver parks near the door and you pay him extra in cash despite also putting his tip on your credit card. “Keep it,” you tell him with a smile before thanking him and leaving the car. You press your wool trench closer to you as you walk up the path to the mansion in your heels that click against the cobblestones. The closer you get, the louder the party gets. Music and miscellaneous conversations drift to your ears, making you feel nervous. You want to turn around and run. 

‘No,’ you think, forcing yourself to keep walking. ‘You agreed to stay for an hour. AN HOUR, BITCH. You’ll be fine.’ So you swallow your fear, take a deep breath, and knock loudly on the door (ringing the doorbell for good measure). The door opens, revealing not Gojo but someone just as tall, built, and fine. He sports long, black locks of hair tied into a neat bun, gage earrings, and a tailored suit that he looks absolutely drool-worthy in. 

The stranger stares at you warmly but questionably with his chocolate eyes that you find yourself falling into. “Hello,” he greets you in a deep yet soft voice. “I’m guessing you’re here for the party?” Gulping, you find your voice and manage to answer the handsome stranger: “Y-Yeah, um, I’m V. Gojo’s coworker?” 

Recognition appears in the stranger’s eyes. “Oh, you’re V!” he chuckles. “Pleasure to finally meet you. Gojo has told me so much about you..and you’re just as pretty as he told me.” He gives you a wink that makes your stomach flip, but even more so that makes you react in such a way is the newfound information that Gojo has talked about you…and he thinks you’re pretty? 

You can’t mull over it for long though because the stranger moves aside to let you in. “Please, come in,” he says. “I’ll take your coat.” You thank him as you shed your coat, revealing your outfit of a red, curve-hugging dress that crosses over your chest, only giving viewers a peak of your cleavage. You curled your hair so it falls and bounces around your neck and paired your outfit with nylon stockings, pumps, a bold red lip and cat eye, and some small gold jewelry. You feel sexy and expensive. 

You take a moment to look around and admire the place. It’s something straight out of a movie with its polished marbled floors and walls, tablecloth tables covered in expensive snacks, fondue fountains, and champagne glasses, and a DJ playing slower songs as guests continue to show up. It’s truly a beautiful setup. 

“I’m Geto,” the stranger says once he’s finished hanging up your coat. “Suguru. I’m a friend of Gojo’s from high school and I own the place. Pretty, right?” You shake his hand when he offers it, noticing how large it is. “Nice to meet you,” you reply, “and it’s magnificent. I’m curious about what you do for work if you own a place like this!” 

He chuckles at the compliment and your curiosity. “I’m a business owner,” he explains. “I own one of the largest art companies in the country. We work primarily in setting up art exhibits, selling historical pieces, and keeping all art museums funded.” Ooooh…that means he got money. “I’ll have to tell Gojo that you’re here. He was so sure you weren’t coming.” 

You scowl confusedly at him, but before you can ask bout it, the man of the hour makes his grand appearance. “Getoooo!” his annoyingly familiar voice bellows. You turn, finding Gojo strutting over with a glass of champagne in a sleek, black button-up shirt, dress slacks, and red-bottom shoes. Darkened glasses sit on his eyes and his fingers and neck drip with gold jewelry. He looks expensive. And annoyingly good. 

He tosses an arm around Geto once near him, leaning into his friend.  “Where’d you get to, man? I’ve been looking for your ass for over 15 min…” He trails off when he gets a look at you and lowers his glasses down the bridge of his nose. You two stand there, silent, the music and noise swelling around you. “Huh,” he exhales, shocked. “And here I was wonderin’ who you were chattin’ up.” 

“Nice to see you too, Satoru,” you mutter. Sensing the tension, Geto clears his throat and takes Gojo’s glass from him. “I’ll just leave you two to talk,” he says before practically hurrying off. Then it’s just you two left alone. You don’t know whether to look at him or at the floor. “I can’t believe you actually came,” he huffs. “Shoko said you’d be coming, but I didn’t believe her. You never really come to any work-related events.” 

You flush under the lights, hugging your arms close to your body as a self-soothing mechanism. “That’s not true,” you protest. “I came to the Christmas party.” Gojo gives you a humored smile that irritates you for some reason. “But you left early,” he points out. 

“Well, maybe that’s because I don’t like seein’ my coworkers drunk,” you pointedly reply. “I’m just not a party person…but I did promise Shoko, so here I am.” You look off to the side to avoid Gojo’s gaze, but you can still feel him looking at you. Having no choice, you look back at him and find him giving you a soft, unreadable look. “Why are you lookin’ at me like that?” you ask, uncomfortable. 

“You just look…” He stops and bites his lower lip as if struggling internally with himself. It feels as if the room has gotten ten times hotter. “Really nice,” he decides, giving you a smile. “I’m shocked you’re not here with somebody.” 

“Well, I sorta am…” You begin to look for Shoko and find her in a green mini dress chatting up Nanami and Haibara from another department at your job. When she sees you, she gasps and immediately struts over you to you, a glass in one hand. “There she is!” she squeals, wrapping her arms around you. You sigh in relief, glad to have her here. “Is this guy bothering you? It’s okay, baby, I’m here now.” 

She turns to Gojo with a scowl, her arm wrapped around your plump waist. “So you can make your exit, Gojo,” she jokingly tells him. He puts his hands up in mock defense and backs away.

“Fine with me, just don’t make out in front of our boss. I’ll see you two around.” But as he says this, he looks dead at you as if making a promise. When he finally turns to walk away, you finally feel like you can breathe. “He’s got it bad,” Shoko chuckles. 

“Shut up,” you sigh. “I’m already uncomfortable here. I feel like everyone is staring at me.” Shoko titters, taking a champagne glass from a nearby tray and handing it to you. “Maybe it’s because you look fine as fuck,” she laughs. “Girl, just take a glass and relax! It’s a party! Those nerves will start to melt away the minute you get that champagne down the hatchet.” 

You do as she says and sip on your first glass of the night. And though you start to feel somewhat calm, you still feel disturbed. Mostly because of Gojo. Throughout the night, you become increasingly annoyed by his constant socializing and his noise. Why is he so loud? Loud when he talks. Loud when he laughs. Loud when he sings karaoke in front of his adoring, tipsy coworkers who cheer him on. 

Not to mention he constantly takes photos with everybody! Every person, including your boss, he takes a photo with, causing his phone to flash in your face every five minutes. Combined with the loud music and drunken laughter, you’re quickly becoming overstimulated (and not at all in a good way). 

Fed up with your snowy-haired party host and the noise, you down your second glass and text Shoko that you went to find the bathroom. But really, you just need to get away and be alone. Then you sneak away from the party and up the stairs until you are in the long hallway lined with paintings, oakwood vanities, and doors. Many doors. You push open the door that is cracked, leading to an empty study that is only lit by the big, round cheese moon outside the window behind the oakwood desk. 

The study is spacious and cozy with its polished bookcases of books on every subject, hanging paintings, and carpeted floor. The moon cuts through the glass window, creating a silvery square on the carpet and the wall near the desk where you see Geto’s name plastered on a college diploma. This must be his study. Hopefully, he won’t be upset that you’re in here, but the door was locked and you won’t be in here for long. 

You shut the door behind you and slowly walk into the study before stopping at the desk leaning against it. You feel so good to just be alone for a while, the sound of the party muffled beneath the floorboards. The only loud sounds are of your breathing and the hooting of a lone owl outside the window. It is peaceful. Serene. But not for long. 

The door opens before you can duck to hide and a tall figure stands in the doorway. He steps in, revealing himself to be the exact man you were trying to escape. “Shit!” you gasp, placing a hand on your leaping heart. “Don’t you knock?” 

Gojo stands there as if he didn’t just nearly scare you half to death. “I did knock,” he says. “Said your name too. Must’ve not heard me.” The door shuts behind him as he walks further into the room, slowly as if you’re a spooked animal. You don’t move from the desk, even when he comes to lean on the edge of it with you. 

“I was lookin’ for you,” he explains. “Shoko said you went to the bathroom, but that was over fifteen minutes ago.” He takes off his glasses to reveal his eyes, worry embedded in the crystal blue irises. 

“Oh,” you sheepishly say. “Sorry, I just…needed some time to myself. It was too loud down there.” He quirks one eyebrow, a knowing smirk playing on his pink lips. “Is that code for me bein’ too loud?” he chuckles. “C’mon, I know you were annoyed by me. I could see it all over your face. That’s why I came up here to check on you and tell you I’m sorry.” 

And he actually sounds genuinely sorry about it. It makes you feel incredibly guilty. “You don’t have to apologize,” you sigh. “I’m the one who’s sorry. I guess our personalities just clash…and I’m not too fond of a phone flashing in myself every five seconds when you take a selfie.” 

Gojo laughs at this, the sound pleasant to you. “Just taking advantage of how good I look,” he jokes, flashing you a pearly-white grin. You don’t respond, staring at your shoes. “You don’t agree?” he asks, taking your silence for disagreement. 

“I didn’t say that!” you protest, flushing. “I just don’t see the need in takin’ all of those photos of yourself just because you look good. I mean, who’s gonna see ‘em?” You shrug to yourself, not really liking this conversation. “I am!” he laughs. “It’s not always for others to see. Maybe I just wanna admire myself. Don’t you, V? Admire yourself, I mean?” 

Now you really don’t like this conversation. You don’t reply, your thoughts running a million miles a minute. You feel like you should leave…but at the same time, you like the quiet and you enjoy Gojo’s openness. You enjoy him when he isn’t someone else. “Lemme ask you somethin’,” he says, not waiting for a response. “Do you hate confident guys? Guys who know they’re good-looking?” 

You look at him then, your eyes sharp and pointed. “No; just the ones who are cocky and into themselves.” 

A twinkle appears in Gojo’s eyes that is illuminated by the moonlight pouting into the window. Unbeknownst to you, he loves your boldness. Your bite. It’s sexy. And more than anything, he loves to prove you wrong about him. “It’s not that I’m into myself. I just know I’m a strong, smart, sexy guy. And there’s nothing wrong with that! I have the kind of confidence that no one’s opinion of me can make me feel some type of way…I mean, other than yours.” 

You furrow your brows at this, confused. Gojo just laughs, shaking his head. “In case you ain’t pieced it together, I like you, V. I think you’re way too smart for your department and you’re not bad on the eyes either.” He tilts his head to the side, a puppy dog look in his eyes. “But for some sad reason, you just seriously dislike me.” 

“I don’t dislike you!” you protest, feeling even guiltier than initially. He must think you’re such a bitch! “I just don’t like how cocky and overly exaggerated you can be with your confidence. To me, it feels like you rub it in my face.” Gojo raises an eyebrow, shocked at this confession. “Why?” he asks curiously. “Don’t you think you’re just as good-looking?” 

You look away at your nails, hyper-fixated on how shiny and glossy they are. “Well, yeah, but…” You pause, pretty sure that you’re oversharing at this point. You do know that you’re beautiful, but taking photos isn’t your thing. You don’t even have an Instagram account! It just isn’t for you. But Gojo thinks this is a travesty. “But what? Do you not take selfies of yourself?” You don’t answer, too embarrassed to. Gojo honestly looks shocked. “How?!” he exclaims. “Do you not see how beautiful you are? Seriously, V, you’re a fucking knockout! Especially right now.” 

You feel his blue eyes roaming across your body, your curves, your dress, and suddenly, the room feels hotter. “Here, c’mere,” he suddenly says, pulling out his phone. He then scoots closer to you to which you move away. “What are you doing?” you ask, confused. 

“Takin’ photos with you,” he replies as he opens his camera. “What’s it look like? Just scoot in close and you can see how gorgeous you are.” He flips the camera lens around so they’re facing you and him, but you scoot out of the shot, hesitant. “C’mon, just a few pics!” he pleads. “Pleeeease? I’ll put the camera on auto flash so it’ll go off every 20 seconds.” 

He gives you those puppy dog eyes again and you sigh, knowing that you’ll regret this. “Alright, fine,” you huff and scoot closer to him, trying not to inhale his cologne or feel some type of way with his shoulder and calve rubbing up against yours. “Say V-Day,” he says before the screen flashes in your face. He smiles but you don’t though, keeping your expression stoic. 

Gojo hums in satisfaction at the photo. “See? Look at that gorgeous face!” You look between the two contrasting faces and facial expressions. “Mine or yours?” you ask. He smirks at you and you realize your mistake. “Yours, of course,” he chuckles. “Why? You think I’m gorgeous?” You tsk and nudge him, earning a cackle. “C’mon, another one! Smile in this one.” 

Though you roll your eyes, you do as he says and smile, big and bright, into the camera. When the camera flashes, Gojo all but cracks a smirk in the photo. “Shit, I wasn’t ready for that one,” he sighs. “Now you’re definitely the gorgeous one in this one.” You flush, mostly because you feel that he’s right––you do look gorgeous in the photo. 

After another photo where you’re both smiling, you start settling in and realize how funny Gojo is. He cracks jokes and makes you laugh as the photo flash goes off, leading to pictures being taken of you and him cracking up. Soon, you’re making silly faces at the screen which makes you both laugh even harder. “Okay, okay, lemme do this one normal,” you giggle and smile at the camera, feeling warm and happy. 

Gojo can tell and that is why he tells you exactly what he thinks of you, unable to keep it in: “Goddamn, you truly are beautiful, V,” he sighs. “Can’t you see us together?” You turn to him, confused and alarmed by his words, but you don’t realize how close you are. As the camera goes off, your lips touch his in a soft, quick kiss that is as fast as the flash of the camera. 

You pull away as quickly as it happens, shocked and alarmed by how much you liked the kiss rather than by the fact that it happened. He’s a good kisser. Gojo stares at you in the same light like he can’t believe that that just happened and that it was with you. But he also looks at you in a way no one ever has: adoringly. Enchantingly. Like you’re the most beautiful thing in the room. Your eyes roam down his handsome face to his lips, soft and pink. 

Gojo places his phone down next to him before, silently, you both lean in again, your lips moving slowly yet passionately against each other’s. Scratch that “good”. Gojo Satoru is a great kisser. He moves his lips like it’s his profession, taking his time easing you into it. His hand caresses your face and holds your cheek, his touch making you shiver. It doesn’t take long for the kiss to become hotter and more passionate while your hands move along your bodies. At some point, his phone falls off of the edge of the desk and lands on the carpet, face-up. You can’t tell if the camera is still open and can’t care enough to check. Gojo’s lips move from your mouth to your neck, peppering your skin with hot, open-mouthed kisses. You grasp his shoulders and close your eyes, blissed out from the sensations. Despite him being your coworker, despite his personality, despite the party going on downstairs and you still being in another person’s room, you don’t care. 

You can’t care. Not when Gojo is giving you everything you’ve been craving. So when his hands inch to the zipper at the nape of your neck, you let him do as he pleases. He pauses, looking at you questionably, and you nod, wanting him to continue. He continues to kiss you down, giving you small lovebites as his fingers work the zipper down. “Gojo,” you exhale. It’s all you can utter as the dress comes off, only falling down from the waist up due to you still sitting. 

Gojo stares at you like you’re a work of art, eyes now dark with molten lust. “Fuck, look at you,” he whispers, drinking in your soft, brown skin. “Look at these.” His hands move to your breasts, big, soft, and juicy. You whimper softly at his touch, his thumbs moving over your hard nipples. “You’re absolutely beautiful, V,” he groans like it pains him. “How the fuck aren’t you with anyone?” 

You don’t answer, too horny to speak. All that is on your mind is him. “Well, it’s their loss. Now, I have you tonight…if that’s what you want.” His hands begin to leave your body, but you stop him, keeping them on your chest. “Yes,” you whisper. “Yes, I want this.” He smiles, a light sparkling in his eyes. He doesn’t begin playing with your titties just yet. First, he runs his piano fingers up and down your back as he kisses you again, soft moans traveling into each other’s mouths. 

Your hands find his body, touching and stroking his forearms; his chest; his sides; his waist. At some point, you brush up against his crotch where you feel his obvious hard-on pushing up against his pants. You gasp at the feeling and he lightly laughs into your ear. “Do you see? You see what you do to me?” 

He then stands in between your legs and latches his lips onto one of your hard, brown nipples. You gasp at the sensations of his wet tongue flicking the sensitive bud and swirling around the areola. “Fuck, Gojo,” you quietly moan, tossing your head back to the ceiling as you lean back onto one hand on the desk. He is so good with his tongue! Every flick against your nipple has you gushing, along with his fingers gently fondling the other breast he doesn’t have his mouth on. He switches, giving both of you girls equal attention. He is sloppy and greedy with it, just as you hope he is eating pussy. 

Gojo hums into your nipple, pulling away to look at you with a mischievous smile. “Rubbin’ that pussy against my leg, huh?” he chuckles. “You’re so needy, V, baby. Didn’t think that was possible for you.” Realizing that you’ve been embarrassingly rubbing your cunt up against his leg wedged between your thighs, you try to pull away, but Gojo firmly grips your outer thigh to stop you. “No; tell me what you want. Tell me what you need.” 

You know you shouldn’t. You know that having relations with your coworker at a party can only bring trouble, but the need that you have is desperate to be unbottled and overflow; not trapped again. “Taste me, Satoru,” you say in a soft plea. “I want your mouth on me.” The smile he gives you just about melts your pussy right off the bone. 

“You’ve got it, kitty,” he coos, using his thumb to gently play with your plump bottom lip, watching the way it bounces and jiggles slightly. “But on one condition: you be as loud as you wanna be. Don’t pull that quiet shit with me. The music is loud enough anyway…and even if it isn’t, fuck them.” 

Before you can argue or protest, he kneels between your legs so he is at eye level with your panties and pulls them to the side, exposing them to his naked eyes. He hisses at the way your arousal sticks to your panties as he does, your pussy lips so soaked that strands of your wetness stick to the fabric. “Shit, baby,” he groans. “You’re so fucking wet for me.” 

You bite your lip, embarrassment and arousal mixing within you. You hate how horny he makes you, but you can’t deny that you love it too. You’ve never had anyone make you feel this out of control before. But when Gojo finally proceeds to slurp up your pussy like his favorite meal, you just about lose yourself. “Fuck!” you moan, immediately grabbing his shoulder while the other grips the edge of the desk. 

Gojo is a master at eating pussy. He wiggles his tongue this way and that, stroking your lips and your clit. He just kisses the entrance of your pussy with his tongue, never quite venturing inside but you can still feel him stroking your inner walls. When he does that, his nose bumps against your clit, nudging it gently and sending sparks of pleasure throughout your entire body. It’s so hard to keep quiet or control your body because of the immense pleasure you feel.

“Oh, my God!” you gasp, earning a hum of pleasure from Gojo that he makes in your pussy. Your thick thighs clamp around his head, making him feel smothered just the way he wants to. 

God, he loves your thighs! He uses his hands to grip them; stroke the outside of them; even lightly spank them and the space where they meet your ass that he is more than eager to see in 3D. 

When he pulls away to spit onto your pussy and slurp it back up, you swear you nearly shout to the heavens, but you manage to bite your lip to keep it all in. Noticing, Gojo gives the meat of your outer thigh a light spank that makes you squeak. “I said let that voice out,” he mumbles into your pussy. “Come on, baby…ain’t this where you’re weak at?” 

He then begins to gently flick and rub your clit with his thumb, paying close attention to the way you respond. Judging by the way your moans echo throughout the empty study and your thighs quiver, he assumes he’s right on the money. “I guess it is,” he chuckles. “Let’s see what other pretty sounds I make you make with these fingers.” 

And he gets exactly what he’s looking for when he dips one of those long fingers into your tight, wet, delectable pussy and begins to stroke upward to rub your clit and G-spot at the same time. You’re unable to keep your voice hidden, each moan, whimper, and sob loud and unbridled. Thank God the music is loud enough to mask the sounds, but even if it isn’t, you can’t bring yourself to care. Not when Gojo’s tongue and fingers feel so good. 

It doesn’t take long for you to feel that knot in your core beginning to tighten with each stroke, lick, and slurp. When he pulls away to once again spit on your pussy and then slurp it back up while his finger continues to stroke your insides, you feel that tension about to boil over and grab his head to push into your pussy. He welcomes it, loving the feeling of being drowned in your wet cunt. You can’t even speak a coherent sentence. You begin to babble cusses and his name as you feel yourself about to cum: “Fuck, ‘Tarou! Shit, you’re gonna make me cum! You’re gonna…I’m gonna…oh, shit, shit shit!” 

“Mmm-hmm,” Gojo hums eagerly into your cunt, repeating this and becoming more eager the faster his ministrations get. The faster they get, the harder and faster you cum. You throw your head back and grip his white locks as you cream all over and into Gojo’s mouth. A loud moan from deep within you rises to the surface and exits your mouth, echoing throughout the room. You feel euphoric, tingles of pleasure coursing through you. 

Gojo doesn’t stop licking or finger-fucking you until he can feel your pussy twitch and weak moans leave your lips. He finally pulls away with a gasp, his chin and lips coated in you. He licks it all off eagerly and sucks on the finger he had inside of you, staring deep into your eyes as he does so. Your eyes trail down to his hardened cock which has now begun to pulse beneath his pants, desperate to be released…and you’re desperate to get it. “Need you,” you whisper breathlessly. “I wanna taste you too.” 

Gojo gives you a lustful, molten hot stare that nearly gets you out of the rest of your dress. “Not here. Follow me.” He takes your hand and helps you off of the desk before leading you out of the study and into the hallway. You walk all the way down the hall to an empty master guest room, spacious, clean, and comes with a balcony that overlooks the outside. The tree branches stretching their spiny fingers to the window cut across the floor in shadows, the moonlight shining through into the bedroom. 

You barely pay any attention to the room because you’re too busy kissing on Gojo. You wrap your arms tight around his neck as your lips move against one another’s, your tongues swirling and moans traveling into each other’s mouths. Gojo, skilled as he is, kicks the door shut with one foot and unzips the rest of your dress so it falls to the floor. His hands immediately go for your ass, groping, squeezing, and spanking your plump cheeks. He chuckles through your kiss at each soft moan and gasp you make, the sounds going straight to his groin. 

When he pulls away, his lips are plump from constantly kissing and his eyes are blown with lust. “My turn,” he says, smirking at you, and suddenly, he’s hoisting you up into his arms like you weigh absolutely nothing compared to him. He laughs at your cute little squeak as he carries you over to the humongous, neatly-made bed and tosses you onto the soft mattress where he hums seductively at the way you bounce against the bedsprings. Seeing you naked in just your heels is many things to him, one of which causes him to strip himself out of his clothes. Before he does, he leans his phone up against a charger on the nightstand so it faces you and the bed. You can’t tell if it’s on or not, too focused on him to even care. 

You watch him from the bed, turning over onto your tummy to lean against your elbows, your chin in your hands, and heels kicked up in the air. You’ve never seen someone take off his clothes so quick and in a flash, Gojo is completely naked. Your hungry eyes roam over his body, drinking in his muscles and lighter skin that contrasts with yours. They then go lower where they latch onto his big, thick, gorgeous, hard cock. You see veins and stark white pubic hairs that are trimmed short leading up to his toned stomach and V-line. You feel your body twitch with need, wanting him inside you in any possible way. 

Gojo takes a handful of his cock and begins to slowly stroke it in your face, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. “You want this?” he asks. Slowly, you nod, unable to speak. “Then open your mouth and take it like a good girl.” 

You do so, inching to the edge of the bed so you’re able to reach him. You open your mouth and wrap your lips around him, emitting a needy groan from his luscious lips as you begin to suck and lick on his cock. “Thaaat’s it, baby,” he praises you, pushing stray hairs out of your face. “Lick it just like that. Like a lollipop…but just a little bigger.” 

Bigger, indeed! He stretches out your mouth and barely fits in your hands as you begin to stroke him, but you love his girth and length. You love how your dark, long nails look against his pale skin stroking him up and down. You love the sounds he makes, each moan and hum of pleasure encouraging you to give him major throat. So you bob your head and stare into his eyes as you take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks around his length. “Shit, baby!” he hisses, tossing his head back. “How are you this fucking good at suckin’ dick?” 

You just answer by continuing your work, loving how good you’re making him feel with your mouth and hands. After letting you do your thing for a while, Gojo slides out of your throat with a groan and gently slaps his cock against your lips dripping with spit, smearing it and your lipstick around your mouth. “So pretty,” he sighs dreamily, giving you a hooded gaze that makes you gush. “Look at how much you marked me, kitty.” 

He nods down at his cockhead ringed in your red lipstick which only makes you want to make more. “I wanna mark you too,” he says in a sultry, breathless voice. “I wanna fuck your throat, baby. Is that okay?” Is that okay? He may as well ask if it’s okay to fuck you! “Yes,” you reply, staring up at him through your lashes. “It’s okay…use my throat, ‘Tarou.” 

Your voice and nasty words make his dick twitch excitedly. He wraps his hand around himself and taps the head lightly against your tongue, making light, wet smacking sounds as he does so. “Just tap my hip or my thigh twice if you need to breathe, okay?” he coos to which you nod. And then he’s gripping your hair as he slides deep, deep, deep into your throat, nearly making you choke. A loud, needy moan leaves his lips as he settles into your tight, wet mouth and begins fucking it, bumping his pelvis and heavy balls against your face and chin as he does so. 

“Oh, my God,” he groans, fucking your throat like it’s a fleshlight. “Oh, my fucking God, baby, you’re so good at this shit! So, so good at suckin’ cock. Why the fuck didn’t we do this a long time ago?” You can only gargle and gag around his cock in response, earning a pleased chuckle. “Those are the sounds I like to hear,” he huffs. “You’re doin’ so well for me, baby, takin’ this big cock. You love gettin’ that throat fucked, don’t you? Maybe that’s all you needed to see things my way.” 

After some time of fucking your throat and leaning forward to plant some smacks on your ass to watch it jiggle, Gojo slides out of your mouth, giving you a chance to breathe. Spit and pre-cum drips from your mouth and chin, dribbling down to your tits and onto the bed. Gojo stares down at you, cheeks flushed, eyes narrow, and pumping his hard cock wet with your spit. “You still want this?” he asks. “We can leave it here if you want. No pressure, baby.” 

But you want all the pressure he can give you. So you position yourself onto your back and open your thighs for him, your heels planted on the edge of the bed. His intense, blue eyes immediately flick down to your gorgeous, edible pussy shimmering in the moonlight for him. “I want this,” you whisper into the dimly lit bedroom. But Gojo doesn’t move. He just stands there, still stroking his cock. “Do you not want this?” you ask uncertainly. 

“No, I wanna fuck you,” he answers easily. “I just want you to beg.” He grins at your gobsmacked expression. “That’s right, kitty: beg for me. Beg for this cock nice and pretty for me.” The heat of embarrassment crackles at your cheeks and skin, but it also makes your pussy quiver. “Please,” you whimper, swallowing your pride. “Please fuck me, Satoru. I need you. I’m so, so wet for you.” You begin to lightly play with your pussy in front of him, rubbing your clit and coating your lips in your wetness. 

It’s enough to make Gojo go absolutely insane. “Keep rubbin’ that pretty clit for me,” he demands before taking your ankles and yanking you to the edge of the bed. You gasp as he does so, but it turns into a moan as he slides himself home inside of you. Your body instantly tenses at his girth stretching out your walls, but he doesn’t move immediately. He watches you intently, waiting until you relax to start moving. And even then, he doesn’t fuck you hard and rough straight off the rip. He is gentle and slow, giving you strokes that are careful but still draw moans out of you. 

You can feel every inch of him inside of you, feeling unbelievably full. As you continue to rub your clit, the pleasure begins to build and your body becomes comfortable with Gojo’s cock, adapting and molding into a shape just for him. Gojo notices and grips your hips as he continues to roll his hips nice and tortorously slow into you. “This okay, baby?” he huffs. “You need it faster? Harder?” You nod, whimpering pathetically. 

Smack! His hand collides with the outside of your thigh, making it jiggle. “Nuh-uh, baby,” he growls. “Look at me. Say it to my face.” You open your eyes, just slits, and look at his handsome face slightly gleaming with sweat, as he bumps his hips even slower into you. He cackles at your groan of frustration, not giving up until you give him what he wants. “Please!” you whine. “Please, Gojo, baby, fuck me harder!” 

That’s when he holds you close by your hips, hoists your legs over his shoulders, and puts your ass straight into the mattress. Your eyes widen and your nails dig into shoulders as he fucks you rough, gripping the flesh of your thighs and fucking into you with a speed and precision that has you seeing stars. You’ve neve been fucked so good before. You pussy squelches and gushes all around his cock the more it pummels into you, drilling you just the way you need. 

It’s so good. Too good. Your eyes squeeze shut at the overwhelming pleasure, moans and whines leaving your lips to echo throughout the bedroom. You then feel Gojo’s hand gripping your chin, squishing your cheeks together. “Look at me, V,” he demands. “I said fucking look at me when I’m fucking you!” At his tone and volume, you weakly open your eyes and stare into his that remind you so much of the oceans in the Bahamas. 

“Keep lookin’ at me,” he orders but it sounds more like a plea. “Don’t look away. I wanna see those pretty eyes while I fill this pussy up.” You have to force yourself to keep staring, mostly because of the vulnerability. You’re here being splayed out and stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey, your heels dangling in the air and pussy squleching around his cock! And here he is, wanting to see every single cute little expression on your face and in your eyes. It’s too much. It’s too intimate. 

But it’s so intoxicating. So addictive. And the feeling is mutual. Gojo commits your body and the way your tits jiggle as he fucks you into the bed to memory, wanting to give you good dick any time you want as long as it’s his. “This is all it took, huh?” he chuckles. “You just needed some dick to see how beautiful you are? How much you deserve a guy like me?” He holds your face in his hand, forcing you to keep looking at him. “Do you see how good we are together, V? Huh? Do you see it now?” 

You must be delicious from the dick because you do. You do see it and you’re desperate to make it known as he speeds up, plowing into that pussy again and again until the bedsprings creak. “Fuck, ‘Tarou, yes!” you sob. “I’m gonna fucking cum! I’m so close!” You can’t stop the way your pussy clenches and your clit swells as you continue to toy with it. 

But then Gojo stops, stilling his movements. “Me too,” he warns. “But not like this.” He suddenly hoists you up farther onto the bed and edges onto it with you on his knees. He grips your ass as lifts your legs up onto his shoulders, leaning forward so your knees are pressed against your chest. “Need to make it count,” he grunts. “Need to be closer to you…need to be deeper.” 

You’re confused at fist, not sure what he’s doing. 

That’s when he proceeds to fuck you into a breeding position, his hips slamming down against yours with his feet planted firmly on the bed. “Oh, my God!” you practically scream as his cock pummels in and out of you at a breakneck pace, causing every part of you to jiggle and move with the force of his fucking. Now you understand why so many women are crazy for him: he’s amazing in bed. He has such stamina being able to fuck you in such a position without hiring, feral moans and grunts leaving his lips as he fucks you stupid. 

Now you have no choice but to cum. You’re completely trapped beneath him with no place to go, your pussy quivering and twitching around his cock. “G-Gojo!” you stutter, gripping his shoulders for dea life. “‘M g-gonna cum! Gonna…you’re g-gonna m-make me…” You can’t even speak, your tongue heavy and mind blank with pleasure. But Gojo understands. “Cum for me, baby,” he begs, staring deep into your eyes. “Cum with me. Give it to me like a good girl!” 

And you do. As soon as he bursts inside of you with a loud moan of your name, your pussy clenches and you cum all around his cock, drenching him in your juices. Gojo grips you to him, making you feel restricted and trapped with just his arms and his body. You gasp as you feel him fill you up with his nut, warm, wet, and endless. He groans as his cum drips out of you and leaks down your thighs and his balls, soaking you both in the aftermath of your sex. Your sex. You just had sex with a coworker. 

As the fog of your orgasm fades, you feel nothing close to bliss and everything close to mortification. Gojo finally releases you and stands up straight, hissing as he does so. “Ah, shit!” he groans. “Think I overdid it.” He puts a hand to his lower back, winching. You just stare up at him, trying to make sense of him and everything that just happened. “Sorry,” he sheepishly says, smiling down at you. “Did that ruin the mood?” 

Your eyes roam over his naked, toned body to his semi-hard cock still soaked in your and his cum. You quickly look away to your clothes and bag, feeling the urge to throw up. “No, I…fuck!” The gravity of the situation hits you like a freight train. “I can’t believe I did this,” you murmur to yourself. “I can’t believe we did this.” 

Gojo chuckles, laying next to you on the edge of the bed. “Believe it, baby; the hair speaks for itself.” He runs a hand through his unruly, sexed-out locks of silvery-white hair. “You were so, so good,” he sighs happily. He goes to touch you, but you move away, immediately feeling guilty for doing so when you see his saddened eyes. But you can’t bring yourself to touch him or snuggle. Aftercare doesn’t matter right now when all you feel is guilt and confusion. “I-I’m sorry, Gojo,” you weakly say. “I have to go. I took things too far with you tonight.” 

It was the alcohol, you try to reason. And you were trying to distract yourself from the noise of the party. You were vulnerable. You try to think of every reason this happened instead of just blaming it on the fact that you’re very attracted to Gojo Satoru. He lays on the bed now, scowling in utter confusion at you. “Wait, huh?” he asks as you scramble to leave the bed. “Wait, V, don’t go! Let’s sit down and talk about it!” 

But you don’t want to talk about it and you can’t talk about it. If you do, you’re sure that you’ll start crying. You can already feel the tears building. But as you rush to the door, gravity has other plans for you and you knock right into the nightstand, causing Gojo’s phone to fall. “Shit!” you gasp, immediately bending down to pick it up. His phone sits faceup in your hand, the screen glowing at you. 

There, you see his camera roll. And in it, every new picture taken by Gojo tonight. You see photos of him and your team; him and the boss; and him and you. Not just the ones you took side by side in Geto’s study, but also…other ones. More intimate ones taken every 20 seconds of you both. Naked. Having sex. Heat runs through your veins and up to your face, creating a permanent blush. ‘No,’ you think. ‘No, no, no!’ 

You open all of them, each one becoming more embarrassing and lewd than the previous one. You see photos taken from the floor in the study where Gojo is on his knees eating you out; photos of you getting your face fucked at the edge of the bed, your heels kicked up and his hand gripping your hair; you on your back legs spread wide and face contorted in pleasure as Gojo fucks you into the couch; you and him together, locked into a breeding position, your eyes locked on each other’s as the moon glows against your skin. 

Gojo slides off of the bed to check on you, seeing you staring at his phone completely in awe. “What?” he asks, curious. “What is it?” Wordlessly, you pass the phone to him and he sees the photos. His blue eyes widen an inch as he scrolls through each one. “Oh,” he just says. “Well, at least you look hot in all of these. But I can delete ‘em if you want.” 

And you realize that he’s right: you do look hot in all of them. You drink in your smooth, brown skin glowing in the moonlight; your thick thighs spread and ass looking so delectable; your pussy stretched around Gojo’s cock as your pretty face contorts beautifully with pleasure, spit and red lipstick smeared around your open mouth. It’s still embarrassing, but also liberating. And a turn-on. You see yourself just as Gojo sees you in those photos: sexy, beautiful, and meant to be with him. 

“No,” you reply. “Send them to me.” He gazes at you, shocked. “You’re right: I do look pretty hot in those…we both do, actually.” You give him a shy smile to which he returns, a slight blush adorning his cheeks. “Well, I’m glad you see it my way, but I can’t send them to you. I don’t have your number.” He actually looks sad to give you the bad news. 

But you smirk, one step ahead of him. You put your hand out, palm up, for his phone. “Then I guess you’ll need my number then,” you purr. He stares at you for a few seconds, his mind slowly processing your words, and then hands you the phone. He continues to give you that laughable look as you put your name and a cute heart emoji beside your name into his contacts, along with your number. 

When you pass it back to him, your heartbeat has accelerated, your stomach fluttering with butterflies. “You can use that for a brunch date too,” you add, feeling somewhat shy. “Or the movies.” You silence yourself, letting Gojo piece your words together. 

He stares down at your number and then at you before breaking out into the biggest grin you’ve ever seen on a person. He tosses his phone onto the bed before engulfing you in a tight embrace, picking you up off of the ground. You squeal as he tosses you both onto the bed, kissing you all over on your face; your neck; your shoulders. “Finally!” he laughs. “Finally, you’re mine!” You laugh with him, feeling giddy like a schoolgirl who just found out her crush likes her back. 

You lean up to kiss him, but stop when a knock interrupts you. “Yes, finally,” Shoko agrees. “I was waiting for the day you two finally stopped acting like you weren’t crazy about each other and just fucked.” You gape at the door, mortified that your friend is behind it. Did she hear you two? Did anyone else hear you two?  

“As happy as I am for you Satoru, can you at least clean up my bed when you’re done in there?” Geto asks. “And come down for the party toast in about fifteen minutes.” 

Gojo presses a finger to his lips, signaling you to keep quiet while he’s silently dying with laughter. “Sorry, Sugu!” he calls. “We promise we didn’t break nothing!” 

“Uh-huh,” Geto replies blandly. “You’re lucky you’re my friend because I would’ve tried to scoop her up myself. She’s a keeper, indeed.” You flush as you hear him and Shoko finally leave, no doubt going to give the others a good story about the noise…but you also find that you don’t care if anyone knows. You want them to know. 

Gojo gazes down at you as you lean against his chest, feeling so small and so safe against him. 

“Now let’s get back to that snuggle. We’ve got fifteen minutes to spare and I’m not wasting any of ‘em.” He then leans down to capture your lips with his and you remind yourself to treat Shoko to lunch for persuading you to come to this stupid party. 

THE END.

[yuujispinkhair]

Great, now I can’t decide on being Yuji’s housewife or Yuji being my househusband. wuwuwuwuwuwu

Aww that is so true!! Both would be perfect!! I wrote some headcanons for both versions, so you can decide which one you prefer :)

Pairing: Yuuji x Reader (female) Genre: fluff + smut Word Count: 1.5k Warnings: 18+, some smutty scenes, oral, fingering, creampie. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

Version 1: Being Yuuji's housewife

Being Yuuji's housewife who stays at home while Yuuji, your hero, goes on missions to keep the city safe. Either as a Jujutsu sorcerer or as a firefighter. You are so proud of your husband, and anytime you tell him, he gets the cutest blush on his cheeks and the happiest smile on his handsome face.

Yuuji is so grateful for you to be so patient and understanding of his work schedule and that he sometimes has to leave the house at ungodly hours.

His job can be tough and emotionally draining. But anytime Yuuji looks at his lock screen on his phone and sees your face, he knows that he will make it through this day too because he knows at home you are waiting for him, ready to comfort him and love him, and that gives him the strength to go on.

"I am so lucky to have you, baby. Thank you so much for taking such good care of me!" Yuuji truly means it! It's so comforting to know that you are looking after the household, taking this weight off his shoulders, and making his apartment a real home filled with love and warmth.

There are also evenings when Yuuji comes home all riled up because he encountered some stuff at work that made him angry or sad, and now he needs you so much to help him fuck all those negative feelings away. He is so grateful that you let him take you as hard as he needs on those nights.

It's the best stress relief for him to pound your wet pussy until both of you scream from pleasure. And suddenly, your usually so gentle husband is using all his strength to push your face into the pillow and fuck you so rough that you see stars.

Yuuji brings you flowers every week to show you how happy he is that you stay at home and are his sweet housewife. He is grinning from ear to ear and kissing you tenderly when he presses the bouquet into your arms and thanks you for your hard work. Other guys might not see all the work you do at home, but Yuuji knows how much effort it takes to look after a household, and he is genuinely so grateful for everything you do.

Yuuji doesn't have much time during his workday, but he still makes sure to send you short texts or pictures from work, making you smile fondly at your phone. It's so sweet to see how he thinks of you, even during his busy work schedule.

Firefighter Yuuji makes you go "aww" when he sends you pictures of the animals he rescued from trees or burning houses. "Look at this little man who got stuck on a tree!" And on Yuuji's broad shoulders sits a fluffy cat that snuggles gratefully against your husband while Yuuji grins into the camera and makes a thumbs-up pose.

Jujutsu sorcerer Yuuji sends you pictures of interesting places he visits during his missions. He knows that you tend to get worried about him, so he uses those little messages to reassure you. A sign that he is ok and will come home to you again. And there is always an "I love you, baby." at the end of every message. Because Yuuji knows that his work is dangerous, and if something should happen to him, he wants you to know how he feels about you.

As hard as his job is, Yuuji still helps so much with the household chores! That's just the way he is. You don't have to tell him to take out the trash or to please help with the dishes. Those are things Yuuji does without needing a reminder.

And there are also a lot of occasions on which sweet Yuuji tells you that tonight he is in charge of dinner and you should just take a nice bath or watch your fave show. After all, he loves cooking and, even more importantly, he loves you, and he knows how tiring it can be to do the same household tasks every single day. He did that for several years while his grandpa was too sick to do those things. So he understands that sometimes you need a break too!

Yuuji makes you feel appreciated and loved. And even though you usually just wear your ratty sweatpants or leggings and Yuuji's hoodies with no makeup and unstyled hair, you always feel desired because Yuuji shows you and tells you how much he wants you and how pretty and sexy you are to him.

You might be cleaning the sink when your husband suddenly hugs you from behind, kisses your neck, and lets his large warm hands wander under your shirt to caress your tits and then slip one hand into your pants to play with you while his hoarse voice whispers in your ear how crazy you drive him. "My sexy cutie. The cutest housewife ever. I think you should take a break now, baby. Let me take care of you now."

And your strong and sexy husband picks you up in his muscular arms and carries you to your bed, where he shows you how much he appreciates his cute little housewife by making you cum over and over again on his thick cock while telling you how good you are for him.

All in all, being Yuuji's housewife is a very nice and relaxed job. He helps so much and is so full of praise and appreciation for your work!

Version 2: Househusband Yuuji

Househusband Yuuji is the sweetest thing to come home to after a stressful day at work! He greets you with that bright sunshine smile on his pretty face and a tight and warm hug. That happy sparkle in his honey eyes is pure serotonin to you, and the feeling of that firm, tall body full of muscles and warmth is very comforting!

A yummy dinner is waiting for you every night. Staying at home gave Yuuji a chance to excel even more at cooking. He loves to watch cooking shows and learn new recipes. And he is amazing at it! You eat better than in most restaurants!

Househusband Yuuji is your safe place. He always listens to you when you need to pour your heart out. His tight warm hugs and reassuring words always make you feel better.

And Yuuji lets you be soft. While at work, you have to be strong and act professionally, here at home, you can melt into Yuuji's strong arms and use his buff chest as your pillow while he strokes your hair and lets you vent.

His growled, "I will punch that idiot if he ever rats you out to your boss again," when you complain about your asshole coworker, makes you smile. The knowledge that Yuuji, who used to get called The Tiger of West Junior High and beat up bullies in high school, would actually do that if you wanted, is so comforting. Even though you would never ask him to do that for real because you don't want your sweet man to get in trouble.

Househusband Yuuji always prepares a lunchbox for you. And your workday gets so much better anytime you find a cute little message in it. A scribbled "I love you, cutie!" or "Don't let them get you down. You got this, baby!" or other sweet and encouraging things. And you always get the best bento with cute animal faces and everything. All your coworkers are jealous of your lunchbox and that you have such a super hot and supportive husband at home.

Yuuji is good at housework! He is used to it since he had to learn how to do all chores, cook, and manage a household when he was still a teenager. He used to live alone and look after himself, so he knows what he's doing. And Yuuji is very committed to pleasing you and giving you a comfy and clean home to relax in after work. He takes his work as a househusband very seriously!

Househusband Yuuji also looks lovingly after every pet you might get. And, of course, after your kids, if you have any. He is such a loving daddy for pets and kids! So sweet and protective and fun. You come home to loud laughter and squealing when Yuuji plays games with your toddler and/or pet. It instantly manages to brighten your day when you hear those happy sounds.

Househusband Yuuji is a very caring man who knows exactly how to take care of you after a stressful day at work. You forget all your problems when Yuuji's pretty face is buried between your spread thighs, and his sweet lips and tongue make love to your pussy until you are a sobbing and happy mess.

While your boss might not praise you for all the hard work, Yuuji never gets tired of telling you how proud he is of you! He is balls-deep in you, dicking you down so good that you scratch his muscular back with your fingernails, and all the while, his sweet sexy voice moans the sweetest praise into your ear.

"You are such a good girl, so hard working. I am so proud of you, princess. Does this feel good, baby? You deserve to cum so hard, baby." And you always do. Yuuji makes sure of that. And so you cum on his cock, on his tongue, or on his fingers, moaning his name and crying from all the love and pleasure your husband gives to you.

No matter how challenging your job is, coming home to your loving and sexy househusband and getting a nice creampie almost every night makes everything good again.

Thank you so much for reading! And also thank you so much for sending me this ask!! It made me so happy to imagine those scenarios!! I am more the housewife type, so I will pick version 1 :) I know Yuuji would be so appreciative awww. It warms my heart to think about him!

Which version do you choose? :) Please let me know how you liked these little headcanons. Comments and reblogs make me happy :)

[gremlinandacrow]

Mouthwashing Headcanons

I may be cringe...But I am free! This is my first time actively sharing my headcanons. Sorry if this sounds incoherent, these were partially done on impulse because I wanna share my love for this game!!!

(Note: There's no mentions of Post-crash here!) (Note #2: Yeah Anya has the most, she's a queen and deserves it!)

Anya 🌕

Early to mid-30s

Tall! I imagine she's at least 5'8 (and her sandals provide an extra inch of height as well)

Russian (credits to @lesbiananya for this hc actually! Her fics are awesome!)

She moved to America in her mid-20s

Lesbian

Growing up, her family placed many expectations on her. Academically, she went beyond most of her class, but as she got older, she struggled immensely with various insecurities over being "good enough".

It developed into her feeling very hyper-independent. She only considers it her final option.

It's...Partially the reason why she's so estranged from her family now.

Undiagnosed autistic (currently going through burnout)

Major reason why she kept failing medical school: She kept running out of money she earned from working hauls with Pony Express. Is in debt.

On the ship, she...Doesn't do much. With such a small crew, there's very little chance of anyone getting seriously hurt. And the food...Well, it's terrible, but not enough to make anyone sick.

She spends a lot of time (during the "workday") in her office. She likes playing the music while she studies in there. It's mostly ambient music.

Bands/Artists I'd think she'd like though: The Crane Wives, Mitski, boa (Maybe Big Thief as well?)

When the crew is playing a board game and it's getting intense, she'll go eerily quiet and have this intense glare!

Smokes often, usually when she's stressed. Unfortunately on this haul, she only packed one box, so she making them last as much as she can...

Also has a journal. She mainly uses it to vent her frustrations out. It's the only thing that will "listen" to her.

She's cold to the touch

After her first haul, she packed extra blankets. You can't tell me the Tulpar isn't cold 24/7!

Near-sighted! She wears contacts (I know this isn't the most original headcanon, but I wanted to mention this one!)

Curly 🚀

Mid-30s

6'1

Born in Australia, raised in America after his family moved when he was young

Bisexual, but he didn't know for a long time (At least until his late 20s)

Parents had him when they were older. Both passed by the time he was 30.

Has been Jimmy's friend since middle school.

Kept finding himself surrounded by bad influences. Sometimes he'd get out of those situations...And other times he'd stick by Jimmy.

Doesn't have that much of a social life outside of Pony Express. As a pilot, it's a super demanding job.

Daisuke 🌺

21

5'7 (Shortest of the Crew)

Japanese/Filipino (Born to immigrant parents)

Aroace, but hasn't realized yet (struggling with comphet)

Trans! At first, only Anya knew (due to medical reports). He's pretty open about it!

Loves art, but his parents didn't understand how it could've been a stable career/passion for him.

Not a morning person at all. For a while, the hardest part of being on the ship was waking up before noon.

Used to Naruto run (honestly he still does it sometimes for fun)

Not a fan of coffee unless if it's 90% creamer + sugar.

Also doesn't like alcohol (even the sweeter drinks such like Pina Coladas, Cosmopolitans, etc.), prefers soda!

Reminds Curly of when he himself was younger (right when he started working for Pony Express)

Swansea 🦢

Early 50s

5'10

American (Southeast)

Also has Welsh ancestry!

Married, has three daughters. Two of them already left the nest. He's estranged from his family due to work.

Doesn't wear his wedding ring while working. Safety hazard.

Like Curly, he goes by his last name rather than his first.

Sees Daisuke like the son he never had!

Didn't really understand what Daisuke was talking about when he came out to him. Mostly because the intern was talking really fast and used a lot of lingo Swansea couldn't begin to wrap his head around.

But he eventually got it. He's still a bit confused, but willing to learn. Just not while he's busy working.

Jimmy 🐴

(Content Warning: Implied childhood abuse and neglect.) (Additional Note: I did not make these headcanons to excuse, downplay his actions, or make him sympathetic.)

Mid-30s (A little bit older than Curly)

5'11

American (Midwest)

Rough childhood. Curly was the only one who knew the full extent of what his homelife was like. However, when Curly wanted to tell people, Jimmy pressured him not to.

He fully believed that his life would get worse if anyone got involved.

As an adult, he believes he'll never be like his father.

Barely graduated high school

HATES being called "James"

His feelings towards Curly are complicated, to say the least. They have a codependent relationship.

Listens to crunkcore and country exclusively.

[erosedescending]

A DRONE FOR A WHOLE WEEK

It started on saturday... well... sort of. It started a bit before that. I hadn't really been  spending much time in dronespace. If you been keeping up with my blog, you will have seen that.

But, sometime in november, my controller and i did some work on it. We stripped away all of my natural identity except the core and stored it in the vault. We built up drone framework, and basically  emulated the rest of my identity on the drone framework, which was built on top of my identity core.

I enjoyed operating like this for a couple weeks, and felt pretty normal... Like i was still just me. I did my normal things, going to work, chatting with friends, hobbies, etc, and of course routine listening of my binaurals qnd chatting with my drone friends. With one particular drone friend, I suggested we do a 24 hour challenge of listening to our binaurals (we use same one). This was to be scheduled for the 1st of december.

The night before, on the 30th, my controller and I were chatting and my controller and i worked to take the core and put it in the vault, so that i would be fully drone, and just be running an emulation. As usual... the specifics of that particular session are fuzzy.

Suffice to say, i was led deeply into trance, and into dronespace. Where i could see and clearly differentiant my two parts; host and programming. We made a copy of the core, and… oh my… i just realized… we stores the copy in the vault… not the original. same with the rest of my identity… hmmm… well, ill think on that later. Anyway, we put my core in the vault along with the rest of my identity. Then proceded to delete the core, leaving nothing but the drone framework. 

After that, access to memory of what is in the vault was removed. At that point i felt… hmmm… i dont even know how to say how it felt. It was like i just was a new thing. Not a blank slate, but… like a different operating system. like my identity was windows, and drone is linux. My controller then turned my human emulation on. Since it did not have access to the host, the emulation was just sorta generic. 

My controller did not set a time limit for this, which, honestly, is so gfggfgddfsss hot! 🥵 Anyway, later that night the drone was in front of a mirror and i/it just sort of sat there for a while, looking at itself. Touching its face, getting used to its body. The feeling is still with me nnow… that while i was in that dronespace… my natural face that i have had my whole life felt alien. Like it was something not me. It was such a strange sensation. Powerful, too, as the feelings are still with me even though i am out of dronespace now.

So that brought us up to the challenge. Listen to my binaurals as much as possible for 24 hours. Each hour of listening while sleeping was worth 1 point. Each hour awake and doing other things while listening was 2 points. Each hour of focused listening and doing nothing else was 3 points. I ended up with 40 points, and my drone sister got 41.5 points because it spent more time awake than me, lol. 

The consequence for losing is i have to spend 6 hours straight in my gas mask. I realized later on that i usually dont have 6 hours of free, private time… so i may split the time up, or ask my girlfriends for help. I have to talk to my controller about it. 

After that 24 hour day, what did i do… ummm…oh yeah… during that day i went out with my girlfriends and had dinner. I told them about being completely drone… and that it had somethjng to do with not having access to the vault. They of course were very supportive cuz they are so awesome! But i got home and slept.

The next day was a normal workday, and the drone did all the work and emulated properly and noone was the wiser. Tuesday worked all day, stayed at N’s place tuesday night, and half the next day till work. She thought it was really hot that i was just a drone running an emulation program, by the way. The rest of the week went on.. work.. sleep… more work. Some socializing… and all the while, the emulation never faltered. 

I remember how confident, calm, and collected the drone felt. So sure of its abilities and purpose. But i dont remember much else.

I dont really have proper memories of when im in dronespace. So the weekend came and there was more socializing on friday night and most of the day saturday.

 It is possible the drone’s processing was very taxed by the constant emulation, because on sunday, after it spent the morning working on the drone audiofile im making, it apparently requested my controller to… let it rest or something. I dont really know how it came about. But i do remember a couple things… thoughts the drone had that slipped through before i came back:

1: it imagined ‘what if the controller says “no” to that request. It knows how hot that is to be overtaxed, wanting to let the vault open… but denied… and my identity just stay there in the vault… it makes me shiver now, just thinking about it

… shiver in a good way, mind you.

2: Was something about layers… best i can explain is… what if… the host was put in a vault… and then the drone was put in a vault another layer around that… and then… something else was active… so my identity would be locked two layers deep. Scary but exciting thought.

Im such a slut for a good mindfuck 😅

but anyway. i was back to me on sunday afternoon, and went to spend more time with my girlfriends at R’s place. I constantly had to like… keep checking… am i me… or am i emulating… it was very hot. 🤤

And that brings us to today. I really miss that feeling of confidence the drone has. And i am kinda exhausted cuz dronespace still takes quite a bit out of me over extended sessions. and this was a VERY extended session. Next one? who knows… i might be locked away for a month in my little mind oubliette. 🤤

Ummm… anyway… that's it for now. Byeeeeee❣️

ps: feel free to ask questions ☺️

[agoldengalaxy]

Stan wakes up to the sound of the key in the lock.

It doesn’t take long for the adrenaline to set in, but he knows the difference between the sound of a key and lockpicking, meaning it has to be Wendy or Soos. He can’t imagine why either of them would be back this late.

He stands up from the armchair, shoving his glasses on his face, and walks carefully and quietly toward the gift shop. In the dark, he squints at the silhouette, outlined by the moonlight that pours in from the window. They don’t seem to notice him quite yet, fumbling with the ladder to the roof. Stan hesitates, then flicks on the lights.

“Coming here after work hours is pretty unlike you, kid.”

Wendy whirls around, her eyes wide like a deer in headlights, her expression unlike any he’d ever seen her wear before. What’s more startling is that her face glistens with tears, which, after a mere second, she seems to remember. She turns her face away, trying to play it off. “I’m…sorry, Mr. Pines. I didn’t wanna wake you, but I had to get out of the house.”

His gaze flicks toward the ladder to the roof, which he knows she uses as a reprieve during the workday. He’s never said anything before, and he definitely won’t now. If she feels safe here, it means he’s doing his job as her boss. Despite her attitude, her dumb friends and her smart mouth, he’s really come to like her. Maybe those things aren’t all that bad, anyway.

“…I’ll grab sodas,” he says, turning to the vending machine. When she doesn’t reply, he glances over his shoulder. “C’mon. Least you can do after breaking and entering this late is let me keep you company.”

A small smile appears on her lips now. “It’s not breaking and entering if I have a key.” She ascends the ladder. Stan steels himself, grabs two colas, and follows after her. The last thing he’s gonna do is let his fear of heights or fear of talking about teenage feelings obvious.

The night air has a chill that makes him feel much more awake. They sit beside each other in silence for a few moments, with soda bubbles and quiet chirping bugs the only sounds to fill the air. “I am sorry,” she says again. “I just feel better when I’m here. I guess being up on the roof is ironically kind of grounding.”

“You’ve been watching too many of those weird movies.”

“Yeah, probably.” Wendy smiles a little, the breeze ruffling her hair and drying her face. She hesitates, looking down at her soda can. “I love my family. My dad’s doing his best, and my brothers are becoming awesome little dudes. But…”

Stan holds his breath. He hadn’t been expecting her to open up to him, of all people. “Must be hard. Being the, uh, the woman of the house.”

“Yeah.” She glances up at the moon. “You know what it’s like, when your dad is trying his best, but he focuses more on your siblings than you?” She takes a sip from her soda. “Man, sorry. I don’t even know if you have any siblings. Guess you’re not the right person to ask.”

Something in Stan’s chest burns, then freezes over, because of course he knows that feeling. He knows it more than he’ll ever tell her. He stares at the sky too. “I can imagine.”

“Things just made sense when Mom was around, and now…it’s all wrong.” Wendy sniffles, trying to play it off with another sip. “I can barely sleep anymore.”

Stan looks at her more closely in the moonlight, the way she’s trying so hard to hold it together, all of this weight put onto a young teenager’s shoulders, like any moment she might collapse. He sighs softly, putting an arm around her shoulders to pull her close. Surprisingly, she doesn’t pull away, and he pretends not to notice her quiet sobs.

They sit for a while, until her cries quiet down, and a little while after that, too. The next time he chances a look at her, he realizes her eyes are closed, breath soft and warm against his arm.

“Wendy, hey. It’s cold out here. Let’s go in.” He shakes her gently, and she complies groggily. They make it back down the ladder and he leads her to the living room, where she promptly lays down on the armchair, her legs hanging off of the sides.

He’d thought she had already fallen asleep, but as he’s placing a blanket over her, she mumbles, “Thanks, Stan.” He pauses, then smiles a little to himself, knowing no one is around to see it.

In the morning, they pretend it never happened.

[lovelyhan]

HI LOVEEEER

I have a blurb for inflection point 👀👀 SOMETHINT MORE HOLY BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE EVERYONE HAD A SHITTY ASS WEEK!!

Jeonghanio and Seungcheol are just chattin away on their couch and reader comes home hella annoyed bc of work even tho jeonghans like "🤨" and then its just comforting bc reader just drops mega f bombs everywhere to a point where both men are terrified.

ANAGWAYS U DONT HAVE TO RESPOND I JUST HAD A IDEA 🫶🏼🫶🏼 LOVE UEYEYEYE

⟣ when you're having a bad day ⟢ wc: 1.8k words tags: fluff, sooo much fluff, cuddling

All you could think about after this shitshow of a workday is your wonderful cloud couch at home.

Not only does it provide maximum comfort during your...more risqué activities with either or both of your boyfriends, but on days much like this one, you can just sink into the plush cushions and let them swallow you whole. Almost like you're floating on a fluffy cloud—hence, the namesake.

You were mortified when Jeonghan finally spilled just how much money Seungcheol invested into that sofa. It was probably three—no, four times more expensive than the king-sized mattress he'd gotten for the three of you a year ago. Then and there, you realized that your first love has developed quite the eye for home furniture, and decided to make good on his paychecks by purchasing only the best of the best.

But the net worth of your cloud couch isn't the issue here.

When you shut the door behind you, the idle background noise from that sitcom Jeonghan has taken a fancy to these days flits to your ears—somehow easing the tension in your shoulders. He had to stay home because of a fever that's been running since yesterday evening. While that resulted to you having to cover for your boss' responsibilities for the day, you were glad to know he's been resting up just like you insisted all morning.

Jeonghan was particularly stubborn about using up a sick leave because one of the company's more insufferable clients scheduled a meeting with him today—one that apparently can't be pushed back a day since he's flying out of the country tonight.

So, like the outstanding employee and girlfriend you are, you reassured your boss-turned-lover to just relax, and that you and his secretary, Joshua have got it covered.

Besides, you've been in this business with Jeonghan for years. How bad could he possibly be?

"Whoa," Seungcheol pipes up from where he's buried under a fluffy comforter with Jeonghan on the couch. "You look like shit, babe. What happened?"

"Seungcheol," Jeonghan kicks his leg, and you don't miss the nasal quality to his voice. Your lover's miffed expression then morphs into something more hospitable. when he turns to you with a smile. "Hey, sweetheart. How was work? Not too difficult without me?"

You answer their questions by collapsing on the vacant spot right next to Jeonghan, a whine caught in the back of your throat as you buried your face his sweatshirt. He smells like laundry detergent and Salonpas—a far cry from his usual expensive colognes, but it fills you with a sense of quiet satisfaction, knowing you get to see him this vulnerable.

And Jeonghan can also see how vulnerable you are right now.

"He's so..." you trail off for a moment, the words lost on you because of how pissed off you are. "Why are we even considering doing business with such a fucking creep?"

Seungcheol tenses from the other side, rising a little to furrow his brows. "I know I don't usually ask about the specifics, but is this about that new client of yours? Did he do something weird to you? Am I going to have to beat someone up?"

Jeonghan sighs, easing a palm across Seungcheol's thigh over the comforter. "Cheol, calm down. If Mr. Seo has a type, it's definitely not our princess over here."

"What does that even mean?"

You huff before tucking your legs to your chest and shifting your weight into Jeonghan. You know you probably shouldn't be putting too much strain on someone who's sick but you can't help it!

"That weirdo wouldn't stop eye-fucking Joshua during the entire meeting! I bet he was even happy that Hannie wasn't with us today 'cause there was no one else that could tell him off. Joshua isn't exactly the confrontational type either, so..."

Jeonghan presses his lips together before making you rest your head on his shoulder, stroking your hair to placate you somehow. "But you're the confrontational type, right? Why didn't you show that asshole his place, hm? You've seen me do it dozens of times."

"In case you're forgetting, I'm just a regular employee, Hannie." You roll your eyes. "If I talk back to him, he might just have me fired."

"Who gets to hire and fire people in the office again?"

"...You."

"And do you seriously think I would fire my favorite employee?" Jeonghan teases, leaning down to plant a kiss on your nose. "You give the best head underneath my desk, love. What makes you think I'll let you go so easily?"

Your reaction is immediate, and Jeonghan lets out a soft chuckle when you peel yourself away from his embrace to relocate on Seungcheol's side—glaring at your boss as you grab tightly onto the football star's arm.

"Look what you did," Seungcheol laughs before nuzzling your hair affectionately. "As much as I want to know what that feels like, there's a time and place for everything, Han. Don't her feathers look ruffled enough?"

You let out a petulant noise, making a show of tilting your chin up with indignance. "Yeah, Hannie, haven't I gotten enough shit today?"

"Aside from the not-so-discreet Mr. Seo," he starts before getting up to pad over to your side so that you're sandwiched between your two lovers, "what else has gotten our baby so pissed off today?"

You puff out your cheeks, face souring at the mere thought of recalling everything that happened since you walked out of the door to your house today.

Since Jeonghan was sick, you convinced Seungcheol to stay at home to take care of him, despite the latter insisting that he drive you to work. You promised that you could manage, and that you sort of missed commuting to the office anyways.

That's your first mistake because you had no clue that the trains were down today, and you had to stand in a long line at the taxi bay, since none of the city buses pass by any areas near your workplace. You were already running a bit late as is, so you couldn't afford to walk either.

Today, you were an hour late for work when you've never been tardy your entire life (except for that one time your boyfriends tag-teamed you too intensely on a Monday morning, damn these men). In your attempt at apologizing profusely to Joshua—bowing a full ninety degrees and everything—you ended up knocking over his iced americano in the process.

The drink splashed all over an important document Jeonghan's secretary had been going over before your arrival, and that was honestly the first time you saw Joshua look like he wanted to strangle someone in the years you've worked alongside him.

It certainly did not help that you were supposed to meet that creep, Mr. Seo immediately after that altercation. Even if you managed to strike an acceptable deal with him after a few compromises, you could practically hear Joshua silently pleading for god to just kill him with lightning right then and there.

He must've been having just as bad a day as you are.

Your domino effect of misfortune carried over until lunch time when the nearby taco joint got your order mixed up. That happens pretty often though, and on a regular day, you wouldn't have minded, but with how terrible things have gone today, you ended up breaking down in a public bathroom.

As you animatedly recount the day's events, your two boyfriends listen intently. You're completely oblivious to how they slowly and quietly eased you into a more comfortable position on the couch—your back resting against Seungcheol's chest while Jeonghan props your legs on his lap.

"It was just a shitty fucking day," you complain, tears stinging the back of your eyes. You're not sad. You just tear up very easily whenever you're too stressed for your own good. "I hated that Hannie wasn't there. I hated the commute. I hated ruining Joshua's day. And I hate Mr. Seo even if he's bringing us a ridiculous amount of profit in the next few months."

Your rant makes you sound like a kid who got denied the toy she wants at the department store, and you hold your tongue at the realization. Seungcheol shakes his head before grasping your chin with his hand, turning your head so that your eyes would meet.

"Baby, I'm sorry we weren't there for you." He wipes the moisture from your eyes before pressing a long kiss on your lips—one that you immediately melt into. When Seungcheol pulls away, you even find yourself pouting.

"Trust me, I would've filled in Jeonghan's shoes for the day if I knew his absence would take this much of a toll on you," he reassures.

Jeonghan shakes his head at your lover's admission before nuzzling the crook of your neck. "Mmm... I don't know about that, Cheol. You might make the company go under within five minutes of talking to any of our clients."

Seungcheol scowls at him, and you stifle a quiet laugh. Can't argue with that. You and Jeonghan know very well that the way Seungcheol deals with problems is a bit too...aggressive for a corporate setting. He's better off channeling all that frustration in the field.

You jolt a little when Jeonghan circles his arms around your waist, peppering your neck, jaw, and cheeks with kisses that have you laughing at his ridiculousness. He only stops when his face is directly in front of yours, and you can't help the way your heart flutters when his lips curve into a handsome smile.

"Thank you for covering for me today, princess," he breathes, nuzzling your nose with his. "I can't kiss you on the lips 'cause you might get sick, too, but I hope you know how much I love you."

"I don't mind getting your cooties," you tease before leaning closer to kiss the corner of his mouth. "I love you, too, Hannie. But god, I can't imagine how you deal with our clients firsthand. It's one thing to watch you talk to them, but it's another to be the one making the important decisions on the spot."

"And you wonder why I make so much money," he chuckles.

Behind you, Seungcheol taps your thigh to call your attention, and you glance back at him with curious eyes.

"Jeonghan said he wanted to watch a bunch of Land Before Time movies when you got home, but we haven't decided on where to have dinner delivered from yet," he explains, leaning forward to press his lips to your temple. "You got any ideas, beautiful?"

Just like that, the day's stress has gone up in smoke. Though your beloved cloud couch certainly adds a degree of comfort you direly needed, cuddling with your two boyfriends is what ultimately quells your less-than-stellar mood. Even if the stream is lagging a little, and Seungcheol is getting crumbs and grease all over the comforter...

You wouldn't have it any other way.

⟢ end notes: this ended up WAYYY longer than expected. i can't even call it a drabble anymore but bc i've been having a shitty week myself too, i had to channel that all into this lovely request that anon slid into my ask <3 i miss inflection point jeongcheol so much and writing smth fluffy abt them for a change is such a breath of fresh air HEHE i hope more of you send in prompts like this!! i enjoy cooking them up so much~

p.s. check the series masterlist here!

[guiltypleasurecreative]

Part Two of Best Friend Vacation

Part one can be found here. You don’t need to read part one, but it makes part two better.

Contents: Explicit depiction of sex, fluff

9.0k words

thanks to @gem1712 for requesting part two

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“Harry! You have a package here!”

“What is it?” Harry asked as you walked into the kitchen where he was wiping the counter after lunch.

“How would I— it’s a brown box, that’s what it is.”

Harry smiled, “I would have thought you’d have had it opened by now.”

“It’s addressed to you. I’m not opening your mail.”

“Something being mine has never stopped you from opening it without asking. Like my front door, for example.”

“You gave me a key! You know what, I can go home if you want.” You saw the smirk on Harry’s face and knew he was joking, but you had to give him a hard time anyway.

“Kidding! I’m kidding, Y/N.”

Harry wrapped his arms around you and kissed your cheek. He took the package from you and tore the tape off. Harry walked to the couch as he told you about the package being something or other he ordered for the balcony, but you weren’t really listening anymore, too busy admiring him. Thankfully, when he turned to look at you your smile was enough of a response to make him happy.

Since you and Harry had come back from vacation you’d been spending more and more time at his apartment. On the rare occasion you went home Harry went, too. It got to the point that the only time you two were apart was during the workday. When Harry said he didn’t need anyone else if he had you, he meant it. Not that you were complaining.

“My mom called,” Harry started, breaking you out of your thoughts. “She and my dad want to visit soon.”

“Oh, that’s great, Har. Do they know when they plan to visit yet?”

“I don’t know. In a week or two, probably.”

You reached across the couch to hold his hand. “You should plan some nice things to do while they’re here.”

Harry turned on the couch to face you. “Would you join us?”

“Of course. Just tell me when they’re coming, and I’ll see if I can get some time off.”

“What do we tell them about us?”

You smiled, “I think they already know we’re friends, Harry.”

He laughed, “You know that’s not what I’m talking about.”

“If you want to tell them about your sex life that’s up to you. Weird, but it’s up to you.”

“Y/N!” He pulled you into his lap tickling you. “You know what I mean.”

“I don’t! I swear, Harry! If not that then what?” He would not quit tickling and kissing you.

“I’m talking about us. How we’re like, dating in everything but name.”

You could tell he was hesitant to talk about it. Had your relationship really changed that much?

“That’s—is this you formally asking me to be your girlfriend?”

Harry rubbed his neck. “I guess? I mean, I didn’t really think we needed to like, define this. But how do I introduce you? You’re way more important to me than just my friend.”

“Harry, I think you’re worrying too much. I’ve met your parents before. I don’t need an introduction.” You cupped his cheek in your hand.

“Of course. But how do I explain that I’m kissing my best friend? That she sleeps in my bed?” Harry paused. “I guess I am asking you to be my girlfriend. Formally.”

He looked at you with a mixture of hope and nausea. It was simply endearing.

“How could I say no to you?”

Relief washed over his face. “Really?”

“Really, Harry. What brought all this on?” You moved to straddle his lap and gave him a peck on the lips. “Your parents?”

“Not really. I mean, kind of. But I was talking about you with my coworkers the other day and I had no idea what to call you. It made me realize I wanted more. Then my mom called, and I wondered how to explain to her why you rarely go home anymore.” He smiled.

“I’d like more, too.” You paused, holding his face in both your hands. You rubbed your thumbs over his cheekbones. “We’ll find a time to talk to your parents, okay?”

Harry laughed in pure joy then grabbed your face and kissed you. “Okay. Thank you, Y/N.”

Wow. I’m officially Harry’s you think.

You never could have imagined when you started this whole friends with benefits thing last spring that you would end up here today. It was nearly November now and it had been nothing but wonderful all these months since you came back from vacation. In many ways, nothing changed. Harry was still wonderfully attentive. You did nearly everything together, same as always. Harry still asked for your advice on big decisions, and you still relied on him to tell you when to change your oil and be the planner of your little duo.

On the other hand, a lot had changed. All of it for the better. You got to feel Harry’s love for you. You were having the best sex of your life and best of all you felt truly happy. Some days you wondered how you had ever considered Harry just a friend. And now he was officially your boyfriend. Harry had asked for more, and you would happily give him all you had.

You joined your lips with his. Harry moved his hands from your thighs to your lower back. He pulled you closer and deepened the kiss before burying his face in your neck. He kissed and bit you. One of his hands roughly massaged your breasts.

“Y/N,” he moaned your name as he slid his hand under the front of your shirt. “Let’s go to bed.”

You got off of his lap and kissed him, encouraging him to follow you to his bedroom. Harry quickly got up and wrapped his arms around your torso. He moved your hair from your neck and kissed you. It was harder to walk this way, but so enjoyable.

When you reached his bedroom, he turned you around in his arms. “Lie down.”

You watched as he climbed on the bed and hovered over you on all fours. He kissed your neck, your shoulders, and hands all while squeezing your thighs.

“Sit up,” he whispered. He leaned back and helped you take your shirt off. As soon as your shirt was off Harry brought his hands to your breasts, massaging them. “Can I take this off?”

“Whatever you want, Har.”

Harry unhooked your bra and tossed it aside. He kissed the marks the straps of your bra left on your shoulders. Harry ran his hands down your stomach to the button of your jeans. He pushed your jeans to your knees before guiding you onto your back again then pulled them off the rest of the way.

Once Harry started to kiss you over your underwear you thought you were going to go crazy needing more.

“Harry, don’t tease.”

“It's called foreplay. Enjoy it.”

You chuckled, still squirming under his touch.

“You’re so gorgeous. I love seeing you under me.” Harry bent his head and took one of your nipples into his mouth. He sat up straddling your thighs and smiled from ear to ear.

“What?” You smiled.

“You’re my girlfriend,” he whispered.

You laughed, “That I am.”

“I always knew you’d be in my life, but not like this.”

He leaned down to kiss you again. His lips slid from your lips to your neck, down further still to your breasts. You ran your fingers through his hair and arched your back into his kiss. You could feel his erection straining against his jeans.

“Harry, lie down. Let me take care of you.”

“Not yet,” Harry sighed and took off your underwear. He ran a hand over your sides and across your stomach before finally settling between your thighs. Two fingers slid into your center. He moved slowly leaving you to focus on the friction of his knuckles and the pads of his fingers.

“Harry,” you breathed out. “That feels amazing.”

“Good. Lay back and enjoy it, baby.” He kissed your thighs and kept up the languid movements of his fingers. Before long you began to writhe on the bed. A familiar high began to pool at your center, slowly building.

“I need you faster and rougher. Come here,” you said holding out both of your hands to bring his body closer to you.

Harry looked up at you and smirked but made no effort to move. “Not a chance. Not until you come.”

You threw your head back on the pillow and gripped the sheets. You felt incredible, but you weren’t sure it was going to be enough today. Of course, you were willing to wait all night if it meant Harry would keep going. Building to an orgasm was half the fun.

Between your quiet breaths and Harry’s gentle encouragement, you heard a phone vibrating.

“Harry. Harry your phone is vibrating.”

“I don’t care. Let voicemail get it.”

The vibrating stopped and you were able to focus on your pleasure again. Harry still gave you kisses and sucked your clit but kept your climax just out of reach.

Before long, his phone vibrated with another call.

“Harry, I can’t concentrate. Please just see who it is and tell them you’ll call ‘em back.”

“How ‘bout I fuck you now and call them back later? I’m kind of torturing myself at this point.”

You chuckled, “Getting painful? Should have listened to me.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Harry smiled into your kiss then sat up to take off his shirt before he laid his body on top of yours.

Your hands moved between you and Harry to undo his jeans. He propped himself up on his elbow and used his other hand to slide his jeans down just enough to free himself. Harry didn’t use his hands to guide himself to your center. He thrust his hips into yours slowly and gently until he slid into you. The anticipation had you throbbing.

“You’re so wet. It’s such a fucking turn-on.” Harry resumed kissing your lips, your face.

“Well, I was pretty turned on to get into this state.”

Harry smiled and picked up his pace ever so slightly. He moaned into the crook of your neck and picked up the pace again. Meanwhile, his phone was vibrating with a call for the third time.

“Oh, so you can pick up the pace for you but not for me?” You teased him with the biggest smile.

The two of you shared another laugh and a quick peck. “Something’s obviously urgent. We’re on a time crunch now.”

Thankfully, the call went to voicemail again.

“Harry, ah—Harry that’s the spot. Don’t stop.”  Your climax washed over you and just kept coming. Even when it was over your body was still abuzz.

Harry took a bit more time to reach his peak, his moans becoming unstoppable once his orgasm hit him. Harry making noise in bed always gave you the most wonderful chills. You were so lucky to call him yours and be the exclusive owner of all of his pleasure.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, too,” you replied with a wide smile.

“Stay here. I’ll get you cleaned up.” Harry climbed off of you and then slid his pants off the rest of the way before getting off the bed. He grabbed his phone on the way to the bathroom. When Harry came back with a damp towel you asked who called.

“Looks like my mom, twice, then dad,” he replied while he wiped down your legs. He pressed his mom’s contact number, and you heard the line ringing.

“Harry! It’s about time you picked up! Were you ignoring my call? What were you doing?”

You smiled at each other knowingly. You attempted to take the towel from him so you could clean up while he spoke to his mother, but he gave you a playful warning look and continued with his work.

“I wasn’t ignoring you. I was busy is all.”

“I came this close to calling Y/N. I know where I find one, I’ll find the other. Is she with you now? Why didn’t she pick up the phone?”

Harry playfully rolled his eyes. “Yeah, she’s here.”

“Hi, Mrs. Styles. How are you?”

“She says ‘hi’,” Harry replied even though you could hear her just fine.

“Listen, love, your father and I want to come out next week for a visit. Have you got the room for us?”

“Mom, you know I do. Is that what was so important that you and Dad called several times?”

“It’s not that it was so urgent. It’s just that you weren’t answering, and you know how I worry. What was keeping you so preoccupied?”

“Nothing, I just didn’t have my phone on me.”

The two of you exchanged another glance, grinning when your eyes met. Harry’s mother continued to talk about everything and nothing in particular. You could tell Harry’s mind had started to wander when he began rubbing your thighs. His hands traveled toward your center until you had to swat him away. Your eyes grew wide and mouthed the words ‘absolutely not.’

Harry was undeterred. “Come on, I bet I can coax another orgasm out of you.”

Again, your eyes grew as wide as saucers and you whisper shouted at him, “Harry! Your mother can hear you!”

“Relax, I muted it.”

You relaxed a little but still didn’t think it was a good idea. “How can you be turned on right now?”

“If you could see yourself right now you wouldn’t ask me that question.”

You rolled your eyes and watched as Harry unmuted his phone. “Well, did you ask Dad? I’m sure he would know.”

You couldn’t hear his mother on the other end of the phone anymore, your heartbeat in your ears was growing too loud.

“Harry, I’m warning you. Pay attention to your poor mother.”

“You’re warning me? What are you gonna do if I don’t stop?” Harry brought his face to your mound and sucked on your labia. You were sure there would be a little love bite there later.

“Harry!” You closed your legs earning a frumpy look from your newly minted boyfriend.

Undeterred, Harry scooted up on the bed until your breasts were within reach. He licked your breasts while looking at you, the phone still held loosely next to his ear. He tapped unmute again.

“Mom, that’s for you to decide. Whatever you’d like to do while you’re here is fine by me. It’s no inconvenience.”

Just as quickly as he unmuted the phone, he muted it again and pinched your nipples, making your back arch off the bed. His ability to multitask like this was so fucking hot, but not the wisest decision at the moment.

Harry had unmuted the phone again and you decided to use the distraction to get up from the bed entirely. Harry, on the other hand, was having none of that. As soon as your feet hit the floor, he quickly wrapped an arm around the front of your torso. Harry pinned the phone between his ear and shoulder and kneeled behind you on the edge of the bed. Without releasing you he brought his other hand to squeeze and caress your ass.

“Yes, we did! We went last time you came for a visit. Dad really enjoyed it.”

We’re going to get caught. Hang up, hang up, hang up.

Without warning Harry slipped his hand between your legs and plunged his fingers into you from behind. The sensation nearly made you cry out. Harry quickly moved his hand from the front of your torso to your mouth. You leaned your head back onto his shoulder and looked over at Harry who still had his phone wedged between his head and shoulder. He looked unfazed by you coming undone on his hand. He kept pumping, still talking with his mother. At this point, your body was so wound up you were certain that the only thing holding you up was Harry.

When you felt the pull of another orgasm it became harder to stay quiet. Your hips bucked instinctively.

“Hey, mom, Y/N looks like she needs some help. I’ll talk to you a bit later, ‘kay? Yep. Yep. Love you, too. Bye.”

As soon as Harry ended the call you doubled over with a loud moan.

“Y/N, fuck—you’re so hot. Come ‘ere. Turn around.”

You did as asked and were greeted with an open-mouthed kiss. He grabbed your thighs and pulled you back onto the bed.

Harry laid down flat on his back, “sit on my face.”

You felt a shiver travel from the crown of your head all the way down to your toes. How could one man be so fucking sexy? Again, you did as you were asked and straddled his face.

“Y/N, I said sit. Not fucking hover.”

Harry gripped your thighs and forced you down on his face. He sucked and pulled on your clit. The feeling was almost too much to bear. Your mind was warring between urging on your orgasm to end this almost painful sensation and pleading with your body to hold on just a minute longer.

“Yes, Y/N, just like that. Drown me in you.” You hadn’t realized but you were rocking your hips pretty aggressively on Harry’s face. Even his nose was glossy from you. His hands were kneading your ass, happily slurping all of your arousal.

“Harry! Harry, don’t stop!” You continued rocking your hips until your orgasm hit you, causing you to double over. You supported yourself on the headboard, panting.

“I love you, Harry.” You managed to lie next to Harry who quickly pulled you in for a hug.

“I love you, too.” He became pensive for a minute before asking, “What did I do before you?”

“Adriana,” you smirked knowing you were starting something.

“Y/N! I was having a nice moment!”

You shrieked and jumped out of bed. “Who was before her? Vanessa? You had so much to do before me!”

Harry chased you out of the room, oblivious to the fact you were both still naked.

“Oh! Or Danna! I bet you really miss her! Her breasts were huge!”

“Y/N!”

Harry had cornered you in the kitchen, only separated by the little island in the middle of the floor. You couldn’t stop giggling.

“I swear, when I catch you, you’re in for it.”

You decided to make a mad dash for the living room and shrieked again when Harry caught you in both arms. He pressed your back to his chest and picked you up. He began to laugh when you tried to pry his arms from around your waist but couldn’t even make him budge.

Harry brought you to the living room and tossed you on the couch like you weighed nothing. “I told you, when I caught you, you were going to get it. You didn’t listen, Y/N, and now you’re in for it.”

Harry laid down on top of you tickling you and blowing raspberries on your skin. You were laughing so hard you couldn’t get any words out.

“You’re the only one that matters, Y/N! Say it! Say, I’m the only one who matters to Harry! The last one who will ever matter! Say it Y/N and I’ll stop!”

Even if you wanted to say the words nothing would come out. You were laughing too hard. Finally, you managed to yell, “truce!”

Harry let go and let you sit up. He kissed your temple. “You naughty thing, you.”

Harry got up and grabbed some briefs and a shirt from the room then sat down on the couch again. You laid your head in his lap, still catching your breath.

“Did you mean what you said earlier?”

He plucked the hair out of your face before smoothing it down. “Mean what?”

“When you said I’m the last one who will ever matter.”

“Y/N, look at me. Of course I do.” He smiled down at you, “Why would you think that you aren’t?”

“Because we just became official today?”

Harry rolled his eyes. “But you’ve meant so much to me for so long now.”

You gave him an incredulous look.

“Can’t you see yourself with my ring on your finger? A sweet child to call us mommy and daddy and another on the way. Sounds like the life, doesn’t it?”

“A few months ago, you were ready to get a vasectomy. Now you’re picturing us as parents?”

“First of all, I have never not pictured you as a mother someday. It was just something sexy to think about even if it never happened. Second, vasectomies are reversable. Besides, I think you’d look so fucking gorgeous with a big belly growing our child.”

Your heart raced. Since when has he pictured you a mother? And why does the thought of intentionally getting pregnant and starting a family with him turn you on so much?

He continued, “Don’t get me wrong. I don’t want kids now. But I’d marry you tomorrow if you’d let me.”

“Harry! You just asked me to be your girlfriend hours ago. Now you’re talking about getting married? You’re too much.” You got up and headed to the bedroom. “I’m getting dressed then I’m making dinner, Harry.”

“To be fair, I asked you on vacation and you brushed me off! Y/N! Do you want a spring wedding or a summer wedding? I don’t want to wear a black suit. What do you think of like a pastel? Y/N!”

- - -

The day Harry’s parents were due to arrive you woke up to the sound of the mixer gently humming in the kitchen. You pulled the covers off and slipped into your house shoes. You made your way to the kitchen, bright with the morning sun.

“Morning.”

“Good morning, babe. Did I wake you?” Harry walked around the counter and over to you to place a kiss on your cheek.

“Not really,” you smiled back.

“Good. Tea?”

“I’d love some. Thank you.” You sat at one of the stools at the counter. “What are you making?”

“Those lemon poppy seed muffins Dad likes.”

“Oooo, I love those. Are they coming here, or do we need to pick them up?” You sipped the tea Harry placed in front of you. He added a bit of milk just how you liked it, earning an appreciative smile from you.

“We’re going to get them. You can stay here of course. Wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want to sit in traffic.”

“Of course, I’ll go. I haven’t seen them in ages.” You sat up a bit and leaned over the counter to kiss him. “When are we leaving?”

Harry finished pouring the batter into little paper cups and put them in the oven. “About an hour. Watch those for me? They need to come out in 25 minutes. I’m going to shower.”

“’Course, go on.”

A couple of hours later you and Harry were waiting near baggage claim for his parents. Harry’s mom spotted both of you first and made a mad rush for Harry, giggling and smothering him with kisses.

“Good to see you too, Mom. Missed you.” Harry managed to pull himself away from his mom to hug his dad. “Nice flight?”

Mr. Styles simply nodded.

“Y/N! We didn’t expect you to be here! Come here!” Mrs. Styles wrapped you in a hug before you could even respond. “Harry, why didn’t you tell us Y/N was coming?”

Harry had a bashful look on his face. “Didn’t think you’d mind.”

“We don’t mind, just surprised. Good surprised though.”

“Hey, kiddo. It’s been a while.” Mr. Styles pulled you in for a bear hug.

“Are you joining us for dinner, Y/N?” His mom looked at you with a smile.

“You know it.” You could feel the nerves.

After gathering his parents' luggage Harry led everyone to the car.

You opened the back passenger door of the car. “Oh, honey, it’s okay. Go sit in front with Harry. We’ll be fine back here.”

You smiled, “Oh, alright. Thank you.”

Harry’s parents got in the car then Harry looked at you over the hood of the car and blew you a kiss. You rolled your eyes and got in the car, too.

“So, what’s the news back home?” Harry asked his parents as he left the airport.

His parents chatted about a childhood friend of Harry’s or one of their neighbors. At some point in the conversation, Harry mindlessly put his hand on your thigh. You tried to look at Harry without drawing attention to his hand. Finally, he looked over at you then down at his hand, and quickly removed it. He looked in the rear-view mirror and saw that his parents were none the wiser.

This was going to be one long week.

When everyone finally got home Harry helped his parents take their bags to the guest room.

“Is anyone hungry?” Harry was already back in the kitchen playing the role of host to his parents.

“I could eat,” Harry’s dad said sitting at the small dining room table. He was quickly joined by his wife.

“Can I get you guys a drink?” You had the refrigerator door open and listed off what was available.

“Yeah, that be great. Uh, mango juice, please.”

“Just water for me. Thanks, kiddo.”

You brought Mrs. Styles her juice and a water for Mr. Styles which they accepted with smiles.

“Should we make something quick or order in?” Harry asked, rubbing his hands together. “I could make a pasta? I have lentils and mushrooms.”

“Sounds great, son. Can we help at all?”

“I’m good, dad. Thanks.”

“What type of pasta do you want?” You asked Harry from the pantry. “Shells?”

“Shells sounds good. Can you get the water going?”

You and Harry worked in the kitchen while his parents got everyone caught up on what was new back home and asked about Harry’s work.

“Y/N? This good?” Harry held out the spoon he was using to stir the sauce and placed his free hand under your chin to catch any spills.

“Mmm. Delicious. We should add a little bit of lemon, yeah?”

“Ooo, good idea. Can you grab it?”

“You got it.” You grabbed a lemon from the counter and cut it in half. You brought the lemon over to Harry and asked him to hold his hand out over the pasta sauce.

“What? Why?”

“To catch the seeds!”

Harry laughed, “Why do I have to get my hands dirty? You do it.”

“You already washed your hands. Just do it!” You grabbed his hand and squeezed the lemon into it. “See? Was that so hard? Now give me the seeds.”

Harry looked at you with a look that said he wasn’t too happy but that he wasn’t mad either.

Harry’s mother must have taken note of your overly friendly banter. “So, Harry, is life all work for you? Are you seeing anyone?”

“Uh, I’m pretty happy with the way things are right now,” Harry answered then shot you a sly smile.

“Well does that mean there is a special girl or not?” Harry’s mom looked at him with a small smile.

You knew this was the perfect opening to tell his parents about your relationship, but the thought of it made you nervous. Looking at Harry you could tell he was feeling the same way.

“Everything is the same. No new people.” Harry leaned against the kitchen counter waiting for the rolls to finish toasting.

Good. Evasive, but not a lie. Why was this so hard?

The rest of dinner went well. Thankfully, Harry’s mom dropped her line of questioning. One bottle of wine with dinner turned into two and then dessert. By the time everyone was ready to call it a night it was already quite late.

“Y/N, you’ve had a bit much to drink. Why don’t you stay here tonight.” Harry offered.

“Alright. If it’s not too much trouble.”

Harry was standing behind his parents and gave you a knowing smile.

“Well, Har, I think Dad can drive her home. I mean she has no clothes or toothbrush here. She won’t be comfortable.”

Harry gave you a devious grin that made your face flush with heat. Thankfully, Harry interrupted.

“Of course, she has stuff here. You think we’re friends enough to go on annual vacations together but not friends enough to have a few things lying around the other’s house? She’ll be fine.”

You were hopeful it would lead to a conversation about your recent upgrade from “just friends,” but neither of you could get the words out.

“Alright, kiddo, if you’ll be comfy here.”

You smiled, “I’ll be fine, Mr. Styles. Thank you for offering.”

“See? Everyone go to bed; it’s been a long day. Mom, good night, lovely to see you again. Dad, sleep well.” He hugged his parents as they got up from the dining room table. “Y/N, let’s see what we can find for you.”

You grinned at him as if you didn’t have half a closet's worth of stuff here.

A little while later, all the noise from down the hallway had stopped, meaning Harry’s parents had gone to bed. Harry had just climbed into bed after washing up in his ensuite.

“Hey, you. I missed you.” Harry slid into bed and wrapped an arm around your waist.

“We were together all day.”

“Yeah, but I couldn’t touch you.” Harry leaned over to kiss your cheeks and neck before sliding lower.

“Harry, I’m not doing it with your parents just down the hall.”

“They won’t hear us; they’ve gone to bed. Besides, we’re adults. Are we not allowed to have sex? We’re not teenagers and this is my home.”

You chuckled, “Well, we failed to tell them about us, and I don’t think you want them to find out about us because they heard us.”

“We can be quiet.” He smiled and lay on top of you, kissing you again.

“Even if we don’t make a peep, there are certain other noises. Go to sleep, Harry. They won’t be here for long.”

“I’ll be gentle. Come on.” Harry smiled and wiggled his hips back and forth over your body.

“Oh, Harry. You’re too much.” You held his head in both of your hands and kissed his forehead.

“That’s not a no, right?”

You laughed again. “No, that’s not a no.”

“Come ‘ere.” Harry looked into your eyes before leaning in to kiss your lips. He quickly deepened the kiss, tongue exploring your mouth.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. He leaned up to take your shirt off and brought his mouth to your breasts. You ran your fingers through his hair and tried to keep your moaning in check. The longer he licked and sucked your breasts the harder it got to stay quiet. Harry gave your breasts one last kiss before leaning to one side and sliding his hands into your underwear. He quickly plunged his fingers inside of you before looking back at your face and capturing your lips in a kiss again.

Kissing Harry kept your noises muffled, but the sound of his fingers gliding in and out of your arousal was growing louder.

“Harry,” you panted into his mouth. “You’re getting carried away.”

He smiled and whispered an apology. Harry slid his hand from your panties and used it to shove his pajama pants just low enough to free his cock. “I can’t wait anymore.”

Harry grabbed his penis in one hand and in one swift movement, he buried himself entirely in you. You moaned loudly making Harry bring his lips crashing down on yours to silence you. Harry’s movements started slow, pulling himself all the way out before gliding back in over and over. In time, Harry had gotten carried away and the bed was making more noise than you were despite it being a heavy, solid wood frame.

“Harry, slow down. We’re being too loud again.”

He grunted in frustration and plunged himself into you as deep as he could go. Instead of pulling out again, he began to grind on your body. The constant stimulation on your clit caused your head to swim with pleasure. Your core was throbbing, and your heart rate had picked up.

“Harry, I’m so close.”

Harry groaned in response and encouraged you to let go. Thankfully, Harry didn’t change a thing, and you were able to come so easily. Harry finished soon after then littered your face with sweet little pecks.

“I feel like a teenager again,” Harry laughed quietly.

“I don’t know. I never had sex anywhere near that good as a teen.”

Harry laughed again, his perfect smile on full display. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

- - -

The next morning you both woke up to the sound of drawers being opened and closed. It sounded like Harry’s parents were in the kitchen trying to find things.

Harry groaned and rubbed his hands over his eyes. “Sorry. They’ve never been quiet people in the mornings.”

“It’s alright. Ready to get up?” You draped your arm over his torso and snuggled your face up to his chest.

“Five more minutes?” Harry sounded groggy and it was the cutest thing.

“Deal.”

Harry wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead before closing his eyes again. Everything was quiet for a few minutes until the sound of silverware clattering to the floor jolted Harry awake again.

“Sounds like we should get out there,” Harry said.

You stood up and helped make the bed. You put your pillow back in place and headed for the door.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Harry whispered. “I don’t know when we’ll get to talk to them about us so let me kiss you now.”

“Let me brush my teeth first.”

“Like I care you have morning breath. Come here.” Harry kissed you then rested his head on yours. “Let’s get out there before they come in here.”

You smiled and led the way out to the kitchen.

“Y/N, honey?” Harry’s mother looked confused. “I didn’t see you on the couch, so I thought you’d left.”

“Mom! You think I’d let Y/N sleep on the couch?” He hugged his dad good morning before rounding the kitchen counter and hugging his mom.

“Well, I didn’t see you on the couch either!” Mrs. Styles looked between you and Harry. “Were you sleeping in the sa—”

“Mom, is it so unusual for a couple to want to sleep in the same room together?”

Well, that’s one way to tell them.

“A couple?! When did that happen?” Harry’s mother questioned. Mr. Styles turned off his phone, whatever he was reading suddenly became not that interesting.

“I asked her to be my girlfriend a few days ago.” Harry was so casual.

“A few days ago? And you’re already sleeping together?”

“Hon—” Harry’s dad tried to speak.

“Mom, it’s not like that.” Harry chuckled. You didn’t know how he could play it so cool.

“What does that mean ‘it’s not like that’ mean? It either is or it isn’t.”

“I just mean we aren’t ‘already’ sleeping together. We’ve be—”

“Harry, oh, my god.” You hid your face in your hands.

“But you said you just started dating. I’m not understanding.”

“Honey, I don’t think it's that hard to understand the concept of casual sex,” Harry’s dad chimed in.

“Oh, my god. Kill me now.” You could not be more embarrassed.

You wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Harry on the other hand burst out laughing. The beat of silence told you that Mrs. Style must have been embarrassed. You wouldn’t know because you still had your face in your hands. You only looked up to smack Harry’s arm.

“So how did this all start? These feelings that lead to dating.” Harry’s mom looked at Harry with curiosity in her eyes.

“That’s a private story, mom.” Harry had decided to get on with his morning and make coffee. He handed you a mug and put milk and sugar in your cup.

“You can’t even tell me how you two started dating?”

“Oh, I can tell you how we started dating,” Harry poured himself a cup of black coffee then gestured to his dad for a refill. “We were sitting just over there in the living room, and I told her that I felt like we were doing everything couples do, and I wanted to make it official. So, I asked her to be my girlfriend.”

You internally cringed, but Harry seemed to be oblivious to the fact that yet again he had said too much.

“That sounds like you’re leaving a lot out.” Harry’s mom noted.

“Oh, I am,” he said with a cheeky grin before taking a sip of his coffee. When it became obvious his mother was waiting for him to explain himself Harry continued. “What do you want me to say, Mom? I’ve always found her to be very attractive and I enjoy her company more than anyone else’s so when I saw the opportunity to be more, I took it.”

“What are you going to tell your kids then if you can’t even tell your parents?”

“Honey! He said they just started dating. I think it’s too early for that conversation, yeah?” Harry’s dad seemed to be embarrassed, too.

“We’ve already had this conversation.” Harry took another sip of his coffee.

“Harry!” You couldn’t believe Harry was talking about children as easily as he would talk about the weather. His mother was obviously having a hard time wrapping her head around this and he wasn’t making things any easier.

“Look, Mr. and Mrs. Styles, we never meant to hide anything from you. We’ve just been enjoying each other’s company and—”

“Obviously,” Harry’s dad chuckled to himself before opening his phone again and Harry laughed like it was hilarious.

Geeze, it was so easy to put your foot in your mouth you couldn’t really be upset at Harry anymore.

“Okay. I just have one more question,” Harry’s mother began. “Did this…conversation…about kids…happen after a scare or something?”

“No, we’re responsible so it was nothing like that. I just love her is all. She’s going to be your daughter someday, so I thought I’d ask.”

“Jesus, Harry. Really?” You groaned. This was not how you envisioned this conversation going.

“Well, how—”

“Ah! That sounds an awful lot like another question. I think we should go get brunch and get some sightseeing in, yeah?”

“Fantastic idea, son. Come on, Hon.” He got up from his stool at the kitchen counter and motioned for his wife to follow him.

“Y/N, shower?”

“Harry, I swear I will kill you.”

Harry smiled at you then took your hand as he walked back to the bedroom. You protested and tried to take your hand back. “Hush, there’s nothing wrong with showering together. We’re saving water!”

As soon as you got to Harry’s bedroom you closed the door and began to smack his chest. “What is wrong with you?”

Harry could do nothing but laugh. “What? What?! Y/N! I didn’t think about what would happen when we both came out of the room in the morning, so we had the conversation forced on us. Admit it. You didn’t either.”

“No, but you didn’t have to say all of that! That conversation could have gone much smoother.”

Harry grabbed your arms and brought you to his chest, wrapping you in a hug. “Maybe. But, Y/N, I’m not ashamed to have a normal, healthy relationship like any other adult.”

“Fine. But she just found out her son is dating and sleeping with someone all before she’s had her morning tea.”

“She could have deduced the sleeping together when we admitted we’re dating. It’s not—”

“Harry! You’re her son.”

“And I’m also 30.”

You could only sigh in response.

“Alright, alright. I’m sorry. Are you mad at me?”

“No, but let's see how you feel when one of your future children you just had to tell your mother about pulls this sort of stunt on you.”

“Does that mean you agree to have children with me?”

You rolled your eyes and playfully pushed him away from you.

“Y/N, I’m down to try right now if you’re ready. Don’t walk away just yet!”

Harry ran up behind you and turned you around to face him before picking you up bridal style.

“Put me down!” You laughed. “I mean it, Harry! Put me down!”

You roared with laughter when Harry sat you down on the counter and buried his face in your neck, tickling you with his stubble.

There was no way Harry’s parents didn’t hear you yelling to be put down. The things they must be imagining right now. They must think we’re shameless.

- - -

Brunch was not as awkward as you expected it to be. After everyone was done eating, and Harry and his father argued over the check, your group decided to take a walk by the marina.

A few hours later it had gotten pretty warm, so Mrs. Styles suggested a stop for gelato.

“Yours looks really good. Gimme a bite,” Harry asked, eyeing your cup of gelato.

You fed him a bite then tapped his nose with the sticky spoon causing both of you to laugh.

“Here, try mine. I think mine’s better.”

Harry fed you a bite as well before wiping his nose on your sleeve. You elbowed him.

“You’re right. That’s so much better.”

“Right? Here. Trade me.”

Harry was already taking your cup and handing you his before you could say anything. You looked up at him with a smile and leaned into his body as a way of saying thanks before digging into his gelato.

“I don’t know how I didn’t see it before. What took you guys so long?”

“What?” Harry looked at his mom with furrowed brows.

“This is just like every other visit. You and Y/N antagonize each other and play and joke and share. I don’t know how I never saw it coming. You two are such a cute couple. I don’t know why it surprised me so much.”

You couldn’t help but smile.

Harry wrapped his arm around his mom’s shoulders and gave her a kiss. “Come on, mom. Let’s start heading back and we can relax and watch a movie, all of us.”

- - -

When everyone arrived home and changed into more comfortable clothes Harry made everyone drinks.

“Y/N, come here, love.” Harry’s mom patted the couch next to her while Harry and his dad chatted in the kitchen.

“Yeah?”

“I just wanted to chat with you. Make sure that Harry is being a good boyfriend. You know we’re quite fond of you.”

You smiled. “He’s the best boyfriend. I’ve said it before, but you and Mr. Styles have raised him to be a wonderfully caring person.”

Mrs. Styles smiled and patted your hand. “Still calling us Mr. and Mrs. Styles, huh? Even though you’re going to be our daughter-in-law one day?”

You smiled bashfully not knowing what to say to her. “Yeah, but who knows when that day will be. We just started dating.”

“True. But, who’s to say we can’t start practicing now, huh?”

“I mean—sure. Mom?”

You were so nervous your words came out more like a question, but thankfully Harry’s mom, or rather just mom, was tickled pink. She wrapped you in a hug swaying back and forth until Harry and hi—dad, just dad, came back, drinks in hand.

“What’d we miss?” Mr. Styles asked.

“Oh, not much. We just have a daughter now is all. And soon she will give us the most gorgeous grandbabies!”

“Honey, don’t pester the poor girl. Let the kids sort it out themselves.”

“What? They’re in love! And they’ve already discussed it, right?” She turned to look at Harry but didn’t let you go. “I want grandbabies.”

“Trust me, I am not opposed to trying. How many grandchildren do you want? We’ll make it happen.”

“Harry, don’t be crass,” his dad warned, causing them both to chuckle to themselves.

“See? You don’t even take yourself seriously. You know the thought of little grandchildren running around just melts your heart.”

Harry’s dad smiled in response.

“See? They’ve known each other for how many years now? How much better can they get to know one another?” Your eyes met Harry’s. You instantly gave him a look that said don’t start. “If they haven’t figured out what kind of family they want by now they never will.”

“Let’s get them married first, hm?” Harry’s dad smiled at his wife.

“Right, and before that, let’s pick a movie, yeah? Mom, can I have my girlfriend back?”

She kissed your head saying, “Off you go.”

You happily took a seat next to Harry and took your drink from him.

After the movie, everyone began to grumble about being hungry.

“I’ll order in. Indian sound good?” Harry pulled up a menu on his phone and looked it over with his dad.

Not even a half hour later the food had arrived, and Harry’s mom was pouring everyone a glass of wine. You turned on some music and the mood was lively.

“So, Y/N, have you moved in officially or are you guys going to find a bigger place or what?” Harry’s dad asked while holding out a plate of vegetable pakora for Harry.

“Um, we haven’t talked about that at all…yet.”

Mr. Styles rested his fork on his plate. “Harry. I can’t believe you. You can plan a family with the girl, but you can ask her to move in with you?”

“Because that’s an activity he’d enjoy doing,” Harry’s mother said under her breath.

“The money she would save not paying for a separate place you be saved for your future.”

Harry smiled at his dad, interlacing his fingers. “You’re absolutely right. Sometimes I’m just a fool who can’t see what’s right in front of him. I mean, we carried on for months as a proper couple before I even thought to ask her to be my girlfriend. Y/N, you already live with me. Why don’t we make it official and sell your place?”

“I’d love to, Harry. But maybe that’s a conversation for another time?”

Harry winked at you then resumed eating his food. You on the other hand couldn’t fit even another bite of food in your stomach what with all the butterflies in there.

- - -

Later that evening you and Harry were getting ready to climb into bed when there was a knock at his bedroom door.

“Come in.”

The door opened and in popped Harry’s parents, confusing both you and Harry.

Harry’s father began. “We just wanted to say goodnight and thank Y/N for having us. Now that we know it’s as much her home as it is yours, we just wanted to say thanks.”

Harry grinned from ear to ear.

“And I made some chamomile tea to help you guys wind down after a long day.”

Harry’s mother handed each of you a warm mug

“Thanks, mom. You didn’t have to.”

“Nonsense. It’s the least I could do after you guys gave us such a wonderful day.”

“Well, we better let you two get some rest. Sleep well.” Mr. Styles hugged Harry before walking to your side of the bed. “You, too. Sleep well.” He wrapped you in a gentle yet affectionate hug.

“Thanks. Uh, you too…Dad.” You looked up at him with a shy smile.

“Hmm. I like that. Good night, kiddo.” He kissed you on your head and made way for Harry’s mother to hug and kiss each of you good night.

You climbed in bed then grabbed your tea, preparing to read on your phone a bit before bed.

“What?”

Harry had been staring at you with a grin on his face. “Nothing. I just like hearing you call my parents mom and dad.”

“You don’t mind?”

“Mind? I absolutely love it.” Harry set his mug down and opened his arms, you gladly scooted over to him and rested your head on his chest.

“Y/N? I’m sorry I haven’t asked you to move in with me yet. I really would love for you to live here. It’s just one of those things like asking you to be my girlfriend. I was just enjoying what we have going on and I forget that I should talk to you and see if you’re happy, too.”

“Harry, trust me. I hadn’t thought about it either. Don’t think you have to ask me because your dad said something.”

Harry adjusted in bed so that he could see your face. “I wouldn’t dream of asking you just because my dad said something. I would love for you to live here, honestly. Or I could move into yours or we could find a new place entirely. Just so long as we’re together I’d be happy.”

“Really?”

“Really.” Harry kissed your lips.

You couldn’t help the giddy laughter that escaped you. “Wow. Officially dating to moving in together in less than a week.”

Harry laughed too. “If it were anyone else but us, I’d think they’re crazy.”

You held Harry’s face in both your hands and brought him in for a kiss. Harry kissed you deeper and ran his hands along your back. You bit his lower lip which seemed to make something in Harry snap. He pulled away to take his shirt off before holding your sides again, kissing every piece of you his lips could reach.

As always, his kiss was enough to ignite your inner fire. You were wet the instant his tongue touched yours. You ran your hands along his torso, enjoying every tattoo and mole and scar.

“Lay back,” you encouraged him.

Harry lifted his hips to scoot down the bed a little, causing his erection to press into you. Harry lay back on the bed half reclining on the pillows and looking absolutely godly. You slowly took your shirt off, giving him a show, before climbing off the bed to take off your pants. Before straddling Harry, you sat between his legs and grabbed the waistband of his pajama pants. He lifted his hips so you could take them off letting his cock spring free.

You leaned down and took him into your mouth, just enough to lubricate him before sitting up again. Still seated between his legs you took his cock in one of your hands, pumping him. Harry’s eyes fluttered shut briefly. When he opened them again, he placed his hand over yours on his cock, helping you get him off just the way he wanted. Within minutes Harry’s breathing had become shallow, and he was bucking up into your hands.

“Y/N, I need to feel you.”

You straddled his thighs and grabbed his penis again. You lined it up with yourself and sunk down on him until he was fully enveloped by you. You began to move quickly, bouncing on him until he looked like he was unraveling. When Harry closed his eyes and inhaled sharply you got up and sat between his legs again. Harry shot up, opening his eyes in surprise. Before he could say anything, you took him in your mouth until you could feel him in your throat.

He groaned. “Oh, Y/N, you’re a naughty thing.”

Just then, you added your hand as your tongue swirled around the tip of his cock.

“Ah! Y/N, don’t stop doing that,” Harry whispered.

You’d never dream of it.

Harry propped himself up on one arm and placed his other hand on your head, gently guiding you. Before long he was thrusting up into your mouth while holding your head in place.

“Y/N, I’m conna come. I’m gonna come.”

With that, you took all of him in your mouth until your nose was pressed against his pelvis. Harry released in your mouth with the sexiest moan. You made sure to lick him clean before you laid down next to him again, head on his chest.

“Damn, that was good. Let me catch my breath and I’ll return the favor.”

“It’s fine, Harry. I’m perfectly satisfied right now.”

Harry looked at you with a grin then kissed your forehead. “What did I do to deserve you?”

- - -

After a few more days of sightseeing with Harry’s parents, it was time for them to fly back home. This time you were a lot sadder to see them go.

“Call me when you land, okay?” Harry worried about his parents almost as much as they worried about him.

“We will.”

“Honey, don’t cry we’ll see them soon.” Harry’s dad wrapped his wife in a comforting side hug.

“That’s right! And when we all see each other next we better be celebrating some big news, you hear?”

Everyone laughed despite the tears that threatened to fall.

“Y/N, honey, don’t be a stranger. When Harry comes home, we expect to see you too.” Harry’s mom caught you in a bear hug. “Don’t even wait for him. Come whenever you feel like it.”

“I will.”

Harry’s mom let you go to pull Harry in for a hug. You took the opportunity to say goodbye to his dad.

“If you need any help selling your place or moving or whatever, you call me. I can be out here on the very next flight. Got it?”

You chuckled and wiped a tear from your face. “Got it.”

“Alright, kiddo. You take care.”

“I will. You too.”

“Dear, we better go. If we don’t get going now, I’ll never leave.” Harry’s mom said with a weepy voice.

Harry wrapped his arm around your waist. Neither of you moved until you couldn’t see them anymore.

“Well, you heard them. Next time we see them we better have some big news to celebrate.”

You laughed and wiped away another tear.

“So, realtor, jeweler, or baby-making?”

You playfully slapped his chest. “You’re terrible.”

“I know.” He leaned down to kiss you. “Hungry?”

“Starving.”

[elvenbeard]

A Day in the Life (like any other) - 2076 edition

Time for some big VP projects again :3 This one was so much fun to set up, edit, and assemble into a post (several, really, I took so many pics). I'll share some more details on all scenes below the cut but yes. I really wanted to give a glimpse into how I picture Vince's life to look like when he still worked for Arasaka - and how, specifically during late 2076, the days began to bleed into each other, he got trapped in an endless cycle, and, in hindsight, was lucky that Jackie helped break him out of it all.

Days for Arasaka employees start early and are long - on a relatively calm and normal day, he probably would have to get up and get ready between 6-7 am. At that time he needed lots of meds, boosters, drugs to get out of bed in the morning and make it through the day somehow, keep up his performance the way it always used to be prior to some traumatic event TM that happened in early/mid 2076.

He lived close to Corpo Plaza though at least, so walking to work was feasible, and a means to get some semi-fresh air and actual movement in during a day otherwise spent mostly in front of the computer.

Occasionally I think Jenkins would call for a morning meeting (and few people would like those), where he'd discuss important measures, plans, and so on. Some more impressions from this, because I love setting up big group scenes:

Most of Vince's day would probably have consisted of data analysis, overseeing and planning strikes against enemy corporations on big and small scales, and maintaining Arasaka's own security and secrets. I love the many little glimpses into the dark and twisted corpo workday we get through what NPCs say and the Corpo dialogues, but I'd love to know even more!

For his lunch he'd actually leave the office, and if no coworker invited him elsewhere, Vince would always be drawn to the Plaza. Find a nice spot to sit or just walk around the Plaza a couple of times to clear his head and sort his thoughts for the rest of the day. In 2077 it's still one of his favourite places in all of NC, and watching the holographic fishes swim their circles has something calming and meditative about it. Spoiler alert, in that spot he's sitting here in these pics he ends up after Mikoshi, stumbling out of Arasaka Tower. He just sits down and passes out watching the fish ;_;

But now, back to 2076:

I figure, with the kinds of high stakes missions Counterintel probably carries out, a lot of planning has to go into them. And preparation as close to real-life condition as possible. So I think the agents probably play through their missions in cyberspace prior to carrying them out in the real world, in a safe environment, recording everything, and analyizing it the next day during the morning meeting.

As a very traditional Japanese corporation it's probably customary at Arasaka to not really be allowed to leave your workplace before your boss hasn't. So It often gets late, everyone is tired and frustrated, and not rarely the same groups of people would end up in the same bars. Vince doesn't and didn't drink back then, but being in and around Japantown certainly was an opportunity to stock up on drugs or otherwise numb himself from what his life had become at that point.

He was never very close to any of his coworkers besides Harry, who I always pictured as some kind of guiding figure for him. He was there long before Vince started at Arasaka, and he'll probably remain there in his little cubicle for as long as he still cares to keep to himself and a low profile, just doing his thing well with little ambitions to make it big. The latter is what usually breaks corpos their neck, but I think for every V, Jenkins, Abernathy, there are at least a dozen Harrys who are content with being a tiny, insignificant cogwheel in the huge corporate machinery.

Vince's days would often end way too late and at that time he's incapable of sleeping without pills and the like, so it begins how it ends: self-medicating in the hopes it will somehow make this never-ending cycle easier to bear.