#I could text it to him but I figured it was cute enough to post anyway

[giantkillerjack]

I'M IN.

Finishing up my new work set-up. I'm a hacker boi now. (As long as the hacking does not even remotely involve knowing computer code. 😎)

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Video description: Jack - the person holding the camera - sings the tune of the Mission Impossible theme song throughout the video.

First, the camera pans up from Jack's hand on a keyboard to a computer screen showing generic green "hacker"-style computer code. Jack haphazardly presses a bunch of keys, and the code rapidly build itself out as though Jack is actually typing hacker code. The camera pans to show an image with the blinking red letters "top secret" on the same screen, and then pans to show two more computer monitors - one of which is on a monitor arm that elevates it above the other. Both are full of generic blinking coded text and complicated-looking animated charts made to look like a hacker's computer screen from a movie.

As Jack sings the musical stingers of the theme song, he pans the camera from screen to screen, and on the last musical button, he turns the camera so that it is right up against his face. He then sets the camera down while laughing.

[achilles-rage]

“leaving notes in obscure places for your lover to find”. Theoretically this would be cute for buck but he’s so stupid tall that the stuff he hides is wayyyyyy above my eyeline and the stuff I’ll hide is wayyyy below his to ever find it 🫙

lol this is so funny i love this. lowkey made me🥺 by the end. anyway<333

“leaving notes in obscure places for your lover to find” from this post

buck had been waiting for you at your favourite restaurant for almost 30 minutes, anxiously checking his phone every minute or two to see if you had texted him and he somehow hadn’t felt it vibrate. each time, nothing.

he had left you a note this morning telling you to meet him here at 7, so where the hell where you? sometimes you’re a few minutes late, but 30 minutes late has a pit forming in his stomach; his mind coming up with worst case scenarios. he can see that you’re still at home, as you have your locations shared with each other, but that doesn’t mean nothing bad has happened.

you’re relaxing on the couch in your pyjamas when he finally calls you, and when he hears you pick up the phone, he’s met with a “where are you?”

“where am i? where are you?” he asks, his brows furrowing in confusion as he leans back on his chair and crosses an arm over his chest. he’s not angry, but he can’t help but be a little upset that you’re not here.

“i’m at home. are you out for dinner with someone from the station? you better bring me home some dessert,” you reply, pausing your show when you hear the slight exasperation in his voice. you had checked his location earlier, and when you saw that he was at your favourite restaurant, you couldn’t help but pout a little.

“i was supposed to be here with someone. looks like she stood me up,” he mutters, a little upset that you forgot about his surprise date. he thought you’d love it.

“who?” you ask, your own brows furrowing now. you don’t know any people at the 118 that would do that.

“you,” he says after a moment, realizing that you have no idea what he’s talking about. the word almost comes out as a question as he sits up straight in his chair. “i left you a note.”

when he hears you swear that he didn’t, he’s even more confused. he’s been leaving little notes for you for months, how could you not see this one?

“it’s where they usually are. top corner of the bathroom mirror,” he tells you, and he hears you scoff with a soft laugh, then stand up and pad over to the bathroom.

he hears the soft gasp leave your lips, and then you laugh louder.

“how many have you left there?” you ask. you’ve never seen any notes where he seems to put them. they’re way at the top of the mirror; far enough out of your eyesight that you’ve never even thought to look up there. especially because you put a note on the mirror for buck everyday, too, but on the bottom corner.

“i’ve been putting them there for months. ever since we saw that movie where the couple did the same thing and you said you liked it,” he says while slipping his wallet out of his pocket and placing some money on the table. he knows you won’t be coming now, so he might as well go home to you.

“no, i’ve been putting them up for months. in the bottom corner,” you say with a giggle, standing up on your toes to grab the little post-it note and studying his sloppy handwriting.

“you have?” he asks, feeling his heart warm at the idea of you doing the same thing for him. he’s in the car now, and all he wants is to get home and wrap you in his arms.

“i guess our eye-lines aren’t the same,” you say with a laugh. you go back to the couch with the note in your hand, and when you sit down, you let your finger move over the ink of the little heart he added with a smile on your face.

“yeah, i guess so. i’ll be home in 10, and we’ll figure out where to put notes we’ll both see,” he says with a chuckle, and you agree, smiling to yourself.

“i love you,” you say softly into the phone.

“i love you, baby. see you soon.”

[amirawrah]

✩ Styled by me

with JULES KOUNDE ✩ smau

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synopsis: You’re a stylist. He’s a footballer. It started with a fitting but between the way Jules looks in your clothes and the way he talks like he’s been waiting to meet you, the line between work and something real gets harder to hold.

smau • face claim: amy okoli

a/n: GUYS I USED 3 WHOLE DAYS TO MAKE THIS, I WAS STRESSING WITH THE TWITTER STUFF. and finding the pictures were also really hard!! also i edited and made all of these by myself so please show some love, hopefully you guys like this. also this is my first main smau anyways enjoy!!

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@y/nthestylist: First fitting with the always dapper @jkeey4

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@jkeey4: Dapper’s a big word…

@y/nthestylist: I said what i said

@coutureinggirl: Not y’all linking up… my fashion and football worlds colliding 🙌🏾

@f1isformula1: remember when she styled lewis hamilton back in 2023 for the GQ men of the year party, those pieces were to good.

@clubfashion: I can already tell this collab is about to have the tunnel fits on LOCK. Respect. 👏🏽

@cocowintor: You better tag the brands when the final pics drop because I’m TAKING NOTES.

@islowkeyseinstine: I don't know why but i'm saving this post for future “how it started” edits 😭

@iwannabejulesbabymama: Theres nothing in this post thats giving that tho

@mysunshinejuley: yea like jules has to be single

@koundedaily: dude he dosen't know you

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@tochumine: He could’ve just said “thanks” but nah…

@bbgthatlovesfashion: Soooo this is a styling session or the beginning of a Wattpad fic or sum?

@y/nthestylist: reacted ❤️ to your story

@y/nthestylist: Greatest? Don’t gas me this early in the week come on

@jkeey4: Real ones get their flowers early in the week too, no?

@y/nthestylist: The flowers were beautiful. Thank you, truly. Unexpected but very appreciated.

@jkeey4: You deserve beautiful things. Simple as that❤️.

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─── SHORT BLURB

Since that first fitting, Jules had been trying to ask you out.

Not in a pushy way. No pressure. No drama. Just small things — soft, consistent signals — like he was leaving the door open for you whenever you felt ready to walk through it.

After that session, he posted the mirror selfie in your styled fit, tagged you in every Story like a badge of pride, and casually dropped compliments that hovered between professional and personal.

“Real ones get their flowers early in the week too, no?” That’s what he wrote the first time he sent flowers to your place — a low, gorgeous arrangement in deep plum, cream, and gold. Understated, elegant. Like he’d studied your taste without asking.

You stared at them in your kitchen for three hours before texting him

He’d asked you to dinner that week. A simple “you pick the spot” kind of text.

And you… dodged it. Politely. You always did.

“I don’t go out with clients.” It was your shield. Firm, well-rehearsed.

But the real reason sat heavier in your chest. You weren’t used to nice. Not like this. Not from someone who made being fine look effortless.

Not from someone who looked at you the way Jules did — like he saw past the layers. Like he wanted to.

“He’s cute,” you admitted once, alone in your bathroom mirror. “But scary cute.” Not in a red flag way. In a this could mean something kind of way. That was the terrifying part.

He never pressed. But he didn’t back down either.

Another fitting. Another bouquet.

“Still not backing down?” you asked, arms crossed but smiling as he leaned against the rack of new-season jackets.

“Not unless you want me to.” His voice was calm. “But I figured… you style people to feel their best. Maybe someone should try giving that back to you.”

And the way he said it?

You didn’t answer right away.

Because your heart did. And that was enough for now.

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@britishgq: Look who showed up and showed out at the [Fashion for Future] charity gala tonight 👀. @jkeey4 and @ynthestylist — both styled to absolute perfection. Fashion with a cause never looked so sharp. #GQEvents #StyleWatch #FashionForFuture #Cute

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@someonesusername: nah gq didn’t have to tag them both like that 😭 they KNOW what they’re doing

@footballwagstea: Jules and the stylist being at the same gala, probably styled by each other, smiling like that? come ON.

@ilovemen: you’re telling me this man showed up in a look she probably pulled and they didn’t arrive together??? sure.

@ynandjulesfanpage: this is their red carpet debut idc.

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⸻ SHORT BLURB

The interviews faded into background noise, and now you were inside the marble hall of the gala, cocktail in hand, pretending not to feel his eyes on you.

But you felt them.

Jules had walked in wearing a fit you had curated — effortlessly sharp and smooth tailoring with subtle texture. You hadn’t told him you’d be there. He hadn’t told you either. But somehow, both of you showed up dressed like you knew the other would be watching.

And he was watching.

From across the room, leaning against a velvet-draped bar, he was doing that thing again — that quiet, confident stare like he already knew something you hadn’t admitted to yourself yet.

When he crossed the room to you, his smile was a little smug, but soft at the edges.

“You always pull up like this?” he asked, eyes traveling from the structured lines of your dress to your gold cuffs.

“Only when I know someone might show up,” you replied, trying to keep your voice even.

He grinned.

“Okay, so let’s stop playing,” he said, inching just slightly closer. “Can I take you out? Not for fittings. Not for press. Just private... you and me.”

It wasn’t dramatic. Wasn’t slick or rehearsed. Just real.

You opened your mouth to give the usual line, the one you’d practiced: I don’t go out with clients.

But your heart… betrayed you. It had decided before your logic did.

So instead, you smiled and said:

“Okay.”

The surprise on his face was brief — then replaced by something warmer. A spark. Like his patience had been rewarded.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He didn’t say anything for a second. Just nodded once, like he was locking the moment into memory.

“Good,” he said, eyes on yours. “Took you long enough.”

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@ynthestylist: Still thinking about last night — honored to be part of the Fashion for Future charity gala surrounded by vision, purpose, and incredible style. I always say it’s about more than clothes. It’s about presence. Showing up, standing tall, and letting the details speak for you. And some details? Speak louder than words.

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@jkeey4: You’re not slick with that caption😂

@y/nthestylist: 😂😂

@koundefanupdates: 'Some details speak louder than words' OH SHE’S FLIRTING FLIRTING 😭

@lovergirl: Don’t be shy, tag your +1 👀

@caprisunjunkie2: i know jules is somewhere refreshing this post like 😍

@koundecore: jules was NOT smiling like that for no reason i fear…

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@jkeey4: A good cause, a better night. Styled sharp, felt sharper. Appreciate the team behind the scenes that always makes it look easy @yourhandle. @davidalaba

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@ynthestylist: the real ones make the work effortless 🤝🏾

@davidalaba: my guy❤️

@koundefanupdates34: he really tagged her again… y’all don’t see the slow rollout? WAKE UP

@coreiscoring: so we all saw the way he looked at her in the GQ clip right??

@frenchiesiluv: You tagging her in every fit now? yeah… love is in the details.

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@voguemagazine and @britishvogue: From dressing Europe’s elite footballers to crafting red carpet moments with precision and heart, y/n is the tastemaker the world didn’t know it needed—until now. In her first Vogue cover story, the London-based stylist opens up about fearlessness, style as language, and joining forces with image architect Law Roach for a Met Gala partnership that’s rewriting the rules of fashion fantasy.

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@y/nmainfan: Finally getting the recognition she deserves! Been watching her eat

@l/nbaby: From behind the scenes to the COVER? Nah, she is amazing truly

@louis4vuttion: Y’all realize she’s the reason your fav footballer looks like a Dior campaign now? Put some respect

@fashionbiggirl: THEE stylist. THEE visionary. And a Met Gala collab with Law? Unstoppable.

@koundedaily: if jules doesn’t comment something romantic we ride at dawn.

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The sheets are a mess, the air is thick with the glow of what just happened, and the window is cracked open just enough for London’s cool air to sneak in and chill the sweat on your bare shoulder.

Jules is lying beside you, his chest rising slow and steady, arm tucked behind his head like he’s trying to memorize the ceiling. His other hand finds yourss between the sheets and plays with your fingers, almost shy again now that the adrenaline is gone.

“You’re on the cover of Vogue,” he says, voice low, like he still doesn’t believe it.

You laughs softly and hide your face in his chest. “You’ve told me that like four times.”

“Well, I’m still processing,” he says, kissing your forehead. “That’s not small. It’s not even big. It’s... massive.”

You smiles, tracing slow circles on his chest. “You’re part of that, you know. You believed in me when I was still pretending I didn’t want anyone close.”

“Yeah,” he murmurs, “but you’re the one who did it.”

They lie there like that for a while, limbs tangled, skin still warm. It’s the kind of silence that feels like safety.

Then he shifts slightly. “I fly back tomorrow.”

You don’t answer right away. You knows what that means—Barcelona. His world. The matches, the focus, the rhythm of a life your still adjusting to aligning with.

Jules keeps going. “Game on Sunday. I want you there.”

You lifts her head, eyes finding his. “Yeah?”

“I came here for you. To celebrate you,” he says, brushing hair out of your face. “I want you there when I walk out.”

There’s no overthinking this time. No hesitation. Not when it’s him.

You nods. “I’ll be there.”

He smiles so softly it almost breaks you. “Good. I play better when you’re watching.”

You leans in, press your lips to his shoulder, then laughs. “Is that your way of asking me to be your good luck charm?”

He grins. “You’ve always been that. Just didn’t know it yet.”

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Step inside the eclectic, refined, and boundary-pushing closet of fashion’s newest powerhouse stylist. From custom runway pieces to vintage treasures and one-of-one football tunnel fits, [Your Name] takes us through her most personal collection yet. #VogueClosetTour

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@koundedaily234: I KNOW JULES LOOKED UP AT LEAST ONCE TO FIND YOU. I KNOW IT.

@spongebobsgirl: the ‘i’m just here watching football’ energy is killing me when we ALL know it’s for one man only.

@thisiswhatslayinglookslike: Woke up. Ate breakfast. Sat pretty at her man’s match. That’s a day well spent tbh.

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@hotfootballtea: Stylist sweetheart [Your Name] was spotted in Barcelona with none other than Jules Koundé. Sources say the vibes were real friendly — hugs included. Styling session? Romance brewing? Or just two fashion lovers on a stroll?

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@y/nkounde: I don’t know who needs to hear this but they’re already dating and just not telling us.

@randomperson1: I’m unwell

@bubbleguppies5: The hand placement. the lean. the smile.

@koundedaily: Their aura together is dangerous. he’s glowing. SHE’S glowing. idk what’s in the air but i want it too.

@ilovethenotbook: I SWEAR we’re watching this love story unfold in real time and it’s actually so soft 😭

@peaxceandfree: Calling it now: they’re gonna do a shoot for GQ Couples next year and it’s going to destroy the internet.

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The hotel room smelled like steam and vanilla sented soap, the windows fogged just a little despite the AC humming quietly in the background. You sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, phone in hand, scrolling through the flood of paparazzi shots now circling the internet. You and Jules, on the street. Hugging. Laughing. Way too close for just styling clients.

You sat at the foot of the bed, wrapped in white cotton, your damp legs stretched out in front of you, scrolling through your phone. The pap pics were everywhere now.

You tilted your head, the corners of your lips lifting. You should care. The internet was already spiraling into fan theories and soft launches. But right now? You really didn’t.

Behind you, the bathroom door creaked open. Steam curled into the room before Jules stepped out, towel slung low around his waist, droplets still clinging to his chest like they didn’t want to let go. He rubbed a hand through his locs, pushing them back as his eyes flicked to you.

“You’re trending,” you said, not even pretending not to look.

He smirked. “We’re trending.”

You arched a brow. “Don’t get cute.”

“Bit late for that,” he muttered, walking over slowly. He didn’t rush. Jules never did — he moved like he knew the air shifted with him.

He stood in front of you now, warm and still damp, his hand grazing your shoulder as he peered at your phone screen.

“Nice angle,” he murmured, nodding at a photo of the two of you hugging — his arm slung low around your waist, your face tilted up to him. “They caught my good side.”

You let out a low laugh. “You don’t have a bad side.”

He didn’t move away. Instead, he reached out, thumb brushing gently along your jaw. “You okay with it?”

“With what?”

“This,” he said quietly. “Being seen with me.”

You met his eyes — soft brown, steady. Even with the glint of charm, there was something serious behind the question. Not just about photos or rumors. About this. About you and him.

You nodded, slow and sure. “I’m okay.”

His hand slipped down, fingers brushing yours. “Good,” he said, voice low. “Because I’m not trying to hide you.”

You looked up at him — at his soaked locs and golden skin, the heat in his eyes and the softness in his smile — and for the first time, you let yourself lean into it.

“I wasn’t hiding,” you whispered, reaching for his hand. “Just figuring it out.”

“Still figuring it out?” he asked, tilting his head slightly.

You smiled. “A little less now.”

The space between you disappeared, the noise of the world falling away. In that moment, it was just two towels, warm skin, and everything unspoken finally starting to make sense.

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@jkeey4: Bits & pieces. Good days. Better company.

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@y/nthestylist: You’re lucky I look cute or I’d sue.

@jkeey4: I'd post more 🤎

@ilovefrench3men: Don’t be shy @jkeey4 tag her again 😭

@julsmyman: she’s pretty, I get it.

@koundedaily: Slide 2. SLIDE. 2. Everyone shut up

@ynkounde: i mean we called it.

@champgnhoney: yes we did.

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Red Flags and Long Nights

Real Dad!Leon S. Kennedy x daughter fem!reader (one shot)

hello hello 👋 this is the fic written for the milestone celebration poll winner (real dad taking accidental viagra); big big thanks to all of you who have gotten me here!! 💜 💜 I’m so thankful everyday that you guys choose to read/like/share/interact with my fics and just me in general! 🥰 so without further ado, I hope you enjoy this one shot!!!

WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, INCEST, dead dove content, dad/daughter incest, groping, slight cnc, dirty talk, breast play, oral (m receiving), kissing, teasing, unprotected sex, creampie

not proofread 😅 some of it was written while sleepy so hopefully it makes sense haha

title from Red Flags and Long Nights from She Wants Revenge

<<prequel: Oh By Gosh, By Golly>>

One day, your mom calls you up out of the blue wanting to talk about planning a family vacation this year. Somewhere with sandy beaches and clear blue water. Something over an extended weekend once everyone can take off work. She’s already talked it over with your dad and he’s agreeable as long as it doesn’t cost an arm and a leg. 

As she talks, you pull open your calendar and look over your work schedule. Once you find a date that works, she promises to text you the details of the Air B&B she plans to book. You bid her goodbye and hang up the phone, quietly excited about a beach trip even if it is with your parents. 

You keep busy as you slowly count down the days; long graduated from college but still struggling to find work in your major, you’ve had to settle for any job opportunity that will pay the bills. Luckily enough, you were hired to work at the local post office. It’s not a glamorous job by any means, but you do get federal holidays off and your boss is pretty lenient with you. It’s a cinch to put in your PTO for the extended weekend you plan to spend with your parents. 

The morning you drive down to the beach house is pleasant; it’s early enough you miss out on a bunch of traffic which helps you save enough time to splurge a little and grab some coffee. Following the GPS, you get to the beach house in the afternoon with plenty of sunshine left to enjoy. Your parent’s car is already parked outside so you don’t have to worry about figuring out how to unlock the joint.

You grab your small suitcase and make your way into the lovely three story home. As you walk up the gravel sidewalk, you take in how secluded the area truly is and how lucky your mom was in getting such a nice place. You’re pretty sure it cost out the ass, but hey who’re you to deny such generosity?

The door swings open before you touch the handle and your mom pulls you into a hug. 

“Oh honey, I’m so happy you could make it!”

Breathing in the perfume embedded into your brain from childhood, you give her a quick squeeze back before pulling away. 

“Me too,” you smile, “this place is amazing!”

She laughs and moves further into the house, looking back as you follow along behind after closing the door. 

“A friend of a friend owns this place so it was pretty easy to get. Even your father can’t throw one of his little hissy fits about the cost,” she rolls her eyes and you breathe out a laugh. 

“Where is he?” You look around but only see the open kitchen leading off into the dining room. 

“Down at the beach,” she points to the sliding glass doors on the other side of the living room, “I told him I wanted to stay up here for when you arrived.”

You nod and smile at her again, “Thanks, I appreciate it. I’m gonna go put my stuff up and change then we can head down ourselves.”

She nods, “There’s a handful of bedrooms on the second and third floor. Your dad and I are staying in the master down here so you have your choice of rooms.”

“Nice, be back in a sec,” grabbing your luggage, you climb the stairs to scout out where you want to sleep. 

You pick a cute room on the third floor; it has a little balcony with a couple of chairs that gives you a fantastic view for miles around. You toss your clothes into the dresser and quickly change into your swimsuit. Grabbing a towel and some sunscreen, you slide on your sandals and make your way back downstairs. Your mom, wearing a big floppy hat, is already standing outside the sliding doors. 

You chatter with each other, just catching up on your day to day, while you both make your way down the little path that leads out onto the beach. As soon as your sandals hit the sand, you see a huge beach umbrella. 

“Glad to know he won’t burn,” your mom laughs, toeing off her own sandals to walk barefoot over to your dad. 

Following her lead, you take off your sandals and carry them over to the blanket underneath the shade of the umbrella. 

“‘Bout time,” a groggy baritone meets your ears. 

“Shush, Leon, it didn’t kill you to nap on the beach now did it?”

Your dad just mumbles a reply to your mom before raising up. He squints over at you, eyes heavy lidded from sleep as you set your stuff down. 

“The drive okay?”

You laugh and finally look over at him, “It was fine.”

His blue eyes sharpen as they read your expression before darting down to give you a once over. Your nipples tighten against your will and his gaze seems to linger there for a split second before flicking back up to your face. Plastering on a fake smile, you sit down and grab your sunscreen. 

“Want some help with that?” Your dad nods to the little bottle in your hands. 

“S-sure.”

You kinda hope the ground splits open to swallow you whole, but instead you just move over to where your dad is sitting up on the blanket, hand outstretched to grab the sunscreen. 

“Well while you two do that, I’m going to go take a dip,” your mom beams at you, completely leaving you alone to wallow in this newfound awkwardness. 

Keeping your back to your dad, you feel his broad calloused palms drag the slick lotion all over your back and shoulders, deftly massaging it in. For the last few years, there’s been a line of tension between you and Leon. An accidental kiss under the mistletoe where you both used too much tongue to be appropriate (any tongue isn’t appropriate but you’re blaming the alcohol everyone had been drinking).  

Since then, you’ve both watched the other. Glances too heated to be innocent, brushing against each other unnecessarily… and now with his sun warmed hands rubbing across your back, your brain empties as your body buzzes with arousal.

It’s why it takes a second for you to realize that your dad has moved on to rubbing in the sunblock across your ribs and over your clavicle. His hands come up and cup your breasts, stiff nipples showing through the fabric. 

“Gotta make sure to get everywhere,” his breath gusts past your ear as his hands slip under your top and massages the fat of your breasts. 

“Ohh,” you whimper quietly, cunt pulsing warmly in time with your heartbeat.  

He squeezes and rubs across your soft skin, fingers plucking at your stiff peaks until you moan brokenly. 

“Dad,” your breathy exaltation has him pinching and twisting your nipples before groping your breasts roughly in his hands. 

“‘M almost done,” he licks the shell of your ear and your thighs twitch, “you’ve got such nice tits, princess. Don’t want’em to burn.”

You press your hand over your mouth to muffle the whine you let slip. With one last harsh pinch to your nipples, he lets go, scooting back away from you. 

“Should be good to go,” he grins at your dazed look, “don’t keep your mom waiting.”

Shaking your head, you blink rapidly and slowly climb to your feet. As you pass by Leon, his hand reaches up and smacks your ass hard. 

“Be a good girl, okay?”

“Y-yeah, dad.”

You pad out to the ocean, waving to your mom as she looks for seashells in the shallow water. Wading out far enough for water to hit your chest, you finally let yourself sigh out loud. 

“What in the fuck?!”

You rub wet hands over your face as you gaze out onto the horizon. Flirting is one thing, but getting felt up by your dad is definitely crossing the line. You shiver, clit still throbbing as you reach down to press your palm against your cunt. Even as messed up as it may make you, you wish he would’ve slipped his hand down and fingered your pussy. 

The sun glaring off the water makes you squint even as you enjoy the scenery, trying your best to squish all the other thoughts and feelings you’ve had in the past half hour down into a little box you can open later. It works for a time, until the squinting becomes too much and the glare is driving sharp little needles into your brain. 

Leaving the water, you make your way over to your mom as she scoops up more shells with a net. 

“I’m gonna head in, got a bit of a headache,” you wince as the sun bounces off her watch into your eyes. 

“Let me walk with you,” she frowns, “you’re looking a little washed out.”

You nod and follow her back up to the beach blanket, eyes skirting over where your dad’s lounging reading a book. 

“We’re headed up to the house, do you need anything?”

Your mom grabs her bag and your stuff as your dad sets his book down onto his lap. He looks at you then back to his wife. 

“No, once I finish this, I’ll be heading up, too.”

She hums and takes you by the arm, helping guide you back to the house since the pain beats a tempo behind your eyes and makes your vision a little blurry. Once in the house, she helps you upstairs to your room. In doing so, she makes sure to stop in at the bathroom on the bottom floor to point out the migraine medicine in the cabinet.

Entering your room, she sits you down on your bed. She tucks you in and makes sure to close the blinds before walking back into the hallway. Turning, she gives you a concerned look.

“I’m going to head into town. It’s about an hour's drive from here so I won’t be back til later. If you need anything, call, okay?”

You hum in reply already drifting to sleep in hopes you’ll feel better once you crash for a few hours. The nap helps and by the time you come to, your headache is completely gone. Waking up is a chore however; it takes you a minute to realize where you are, eyelids sticking together, gummy with sleep. 

Raising up on your elbows, you reach over to the side table and grab your phone. Eyebrows pinching together, you blink sluggishly until you can read the time. It’s only late afternoon even if it feels like you’ve slept through the night. Climbing out of bed, you change before leaving your room with a plan on grabbing some water from the kitchen. 

It’s noticeably quiet as you finally step out on the bottom floor. Your mom must still be gone since you don’t see her shoes by the front door. 

“Fuck.”

You hear the muttered curse from the half open bathroom door that you’re walking past heading to the kitchen. 

“Everything okay?” 

You slowly press the door all the way open and your dad fumbles with a towel before placing it over his lap as he sits heavily down on the edge of the tub. 

“I thought you were out with your mother,” he bites out, tone sharp.

“No,” you frown, leaning against the doorjamb, “I had a headache and took a nap. Are you alright?”

He blows out a breath and scrubs a hand over his face. 

“I’m fine. What time did she say she’d be back?”

You shrug, “Couple of hours I think. I don’t really remember.”

“Goddamn it.”

“Should I call—“

“No,” Leon nearly shouts, “no, don’t. It’s not a big deal.”

“Dad, I can help I just need to know what’s wrong,” you step closer into the bathroom. 

He laughs without any humor, “Sure.”

You go to ask him why when your eyes catch on the bottle sitting by the sink. It’s similar to the migraine medicine you saw in the medicine cabinet earlier, the one your mom pointed out if the nap didn’t get rid of your headache. Who knew your dad needed help getting it up?

“Did you..?”

You trail off, feeling awkward and nervous and disgustingly turned on to think your dad’s dick is hard underneath that flimsy towel. 

“Yes,” he sounds tired, “I thought it was the other medicine.”

“Ohh,” you bite your lip, brain completely in the gutter as your eyes drift down to his lap, “I mean, I can still help.”

It seems insane but your dad’s not stopping you as you shuffle closer to stand between his legs. His blue eyes stay steady on yours as you kneel in the floor, knees digging into the soft rug in front of the tub. Leon tugs his briefs down and his cock slaps against his stomach, precum drooling from the head. He’s so hard, the foreskin has drawn back from the tip showcasing how red and swollen his cock has gotten from the medication. 

“Oh my god,” you breathe out, eyes greedily taking him in.

“Fuck, don’t look at it like that,” he groans, hands gripping the tub so tight his knuckles blanch.

“You’re just really big,” you press the dough of your thighs together, trying to put a little pressure on your throbbing clit, “you’ve got the fattest cock I’ve ever seen, dad.”

You watch as precum blurts from the tip to drip all down his length while he moans low in his throat. 

“Christ, you’ve got a filthy mouth,” his pupils are blown as he gazes down at you, “since you like how big my dick is, sweetheart, why don’t you show me, hmm?”

Your tongue licks up all the precum leaking down his dick before softly suckling on the head.

“Oh fuck, that’s it,” he grunts, “suck that cock.”

Moaning, you bob your head down, tongue tracing the thick vein you can feel on the side as you sink down inch by inch. Your dad pulls out to trace your lips with his drippy tip, smearing precum across your mouth like sticky gloss. You moan and press a kiss to his dick, tongue lapping at the crown until he’s rocking back into your mouth. Humming low in your throat makes his cock kick in your mouth, precum coating your tongue.

“Damn, so good,” he groans, hand smoothing across your jaw, cradling it as he pulls his cock out, “never get head from your mom anymore. Feels so good.”

More slick wets your panties as you mewl, throat clicking as you swallow around his thick length. You hungrily suck his cock, tongue circling his head before dipping into the slit to taste more of his precum.

“Like sucking me off, sweetheart?” he tosses the fringe away from his eyes while he rocks his hips, pushing himself deeper into your throat with smooth strokes until you gag heavily. 

“Love that, choke on it a bit more and I’ll be spilling down your slutty throat.”

Thick strands of saliva bridge between your mouth and his dick like shimmery spiderwebs as he slips out. You moan when he ruts his cock across your tongue. Leon groans and reaches down to tap his cock against your lips before feeding it back to you. Whining, you suck him deeper into your mouth, licking across the head before messily bobbing your head further down his thick length.  

“I'm about t’cum, swallow it all up, princess,” he thrusts a few more times before pulling out until the tip is sitting fat and heavy on your tongue. 

Leon grunts and moans as hot thick spurts of cum fill your mouth. Swallowing quickly, you try to keep his cum from spilling out around your lips, but it ends up leaving a sticky mess to drip down your chin in thick strands. 

You watch as he groans, stomach flexing while you suckle on the head of his dick, making sure to not miss any of his hot jizz as his balls empty into your mouth. After giving the tip of his dick a kiss, you pull back and wipe the spend from your face with the bottom of your shirt. 

Your cunt feels soaked, panties sticking to your pussy lips as you shakily stand onto your feet.

“Where do you think you’re going?” 

Your dad stands up beside you, cock still hard and leaking, making you whimper. Pulling his briefs back up, he leaves his shorts and shirt lying on the floor. He grabs you by the forearm and leads you out of the bathroom and all the way upstairs into your room.

“No surprises if your mom comes home early,” he informs you, pushing you further into your room followed by closing and locking your door. 

Heat radiates from your cunt, more slick dripping into the already soaked gusset of your panties. Leon shoves you back onto your bed before climbing on top of you, kissing you heatedly as he sinks down onto your body. You wrap your legs around his waist while you run your hands through his messy hair. You're so turned on you can’t think straight anymore. 

“Thatta girl,” he coos, pulling back to drop kisses across your neck, “can’t wait to feel your wet little pussy, baby.”

You whimper and pull him back up into another kiss. This time he licks into your mouth messily, spit dripping from the corners of your lips to slide down your jaw. You feel him grind his cock against you before pulling away. 

He sits back on his haunches and slips his briefs off, maneuvering until he can toss them into the floor. Next, he leans forward and grips the bands of your panties and shorts. You help him, shimmying to move your clothes down off of your legs. As he moves those into the floor, you slip your shirt off and let it too fall onto the pile of clothing. 

“God, love your tits,” he groans, shoving his face into your breasts, mouth licking and biting every inch of skin they come across. 

His mouth suctions around a nipple, tongue teasing the stiff bud as he tweaks the opposite one with his fingers. 

“Dad,” you moan, nails digging into his scalp.

“What?” He coos, “your dad can’t show his appreciation?”

A whine rasps from your throat and Leon laughs meanly before biting the swollen bud he was sucking. With a grunt, he moves across your sternum, leaving hot open mouthed kisses across your chest until he can suckle and tease the other nipple, fingers plucking and pinching at the now wet one. 

Your hips writhe, leaking cunt dragging against his stomach as his cock grinds against the cleft of your ass. 

“Gonna let daddy stuff your tight wet cunt?” He chuckles as your eyes flutter as he lathes your nipples with broad swipes of his tongue. 

“Yes,” you whisper, “wanna feel you split me open. You’re so big.”

Whining on the last word, you rock down, feeling his tip catch against your pussy lips and driving you crazy. 

He growls and sits back on his heels, taking his cock in hand to smack it against your clit. 

“So slutty,” his pupils swallow the blue of his eyes, “want daddy to stretch this little hole out? Show you how a real dick feels?”

Nodding along with his words, you suck your bottom lip into your mouth, teeth sinking into the plush skin.  

“Goddamn,” he mutters, spitting in his hand to slick his cock before pressing the head against your soaked heat. 

Using his thumb, he presses his cock down so the tip slides into your hole. Keeping it there, he rocks against your hips, sinking inch by inch into your pulsing cunt as his thumb keeps his cock steady. Pulling halfway out, he flexes his hips and thrusts forward faster than before. 

“Even your mom doesn’t let me go raw anymore,” he chuckles, bottoming out so fast you choke on air, “so this is a real treat, sweetheart.”

“Ohh god, dad,” you moan, voice high as he starts sliding his cock in and out of your pussy, rough thrusts that make your breasts bounce. 

You whine when he grinds against you, his pelvis rubbing over your swollen clit just right. His balls smack against your ass on every thrust, the loud plap plap plap of skin driving your arousal even higher. 

“Dad, fuck, s’too much,” you gasp out another whine, head feeling dizzy as your blood rushes, arousal making your pulse feel heavy in your throat. 

He groans and drops his weight down on you, bare skin sticking together from the sweat building between your bodies. Leon kisses across your neck, mouth grazing your skin with barely there nips that makes your pussy flutter around his cock. 

The thatch of hair at the base of Leon’s cock grazes your sensitive clit, sending little electric shocks of pleasure that brings tears to your eyes. You feel so good, you can’t stop the slutty noises from leaving your mouth. Rutting into your body, your dad’s fat cock grinds against the spongy spot along the front of your cunt. Slick gushes from your pussy as he hammers your g-spot so perfectly you can’t help but squeeze him tighter and tighter. 

“Princess,” he murmurs in your ear, “is this little pussy gonna cum? You’re so soft and wet— I can feel you tightening up around me. God so much tighter than your mom, can’t believe I’ve been missing out.”

His words push you over the edge. You babble out little chants of dad, dad, dad until a guttural moan spills from your throat, thighs jumping as your pussy clamps down on Leon’s dick like a vice.

Your low moaning twists into a scream as his hand sneaks down to rub and tease your clit. Instead of your orgasm tapering off, it ramps up, gaining speed until it hurtles you into cumming again. 

“Aww, she’s gripping me so tight,” Leon mocks sweetly in your ear, “yeah, that’s it, sweetheart.”

“Dad,” you whimper, tears clumping your eyelashes, “dad, please.”

A moan rumbles from his chest and he humps your cunt faster, cock never pulling completely out as he ruts inside your slick pussy walls. Half a dozen thrusts more and he’s growling down at you, pressing his cock balls deep into your cunt, thick cum spurting from the tip of his dick to stuff you full.  

“Oh so tight, baby,” he sighs, hips pressed against yours as he spills inside your snug little cunt, “your little pussy fits me like a glove.”

Shuddering, your walls milk another small load of cum from his heavy balls and he pants noisily against your clavicle. He presses up onto his forearms, hips swiveling to pull his cock halfway out before sinking it back inside, a mix of your creamy arousal and his spend making a ring around the base.

“Good, huh,” his laugh tinges on mocking, “don’t worry, ‘m not done with my daughter’s cute pussy, gonna keep you here for as long as it takes.”

After that, it’s all a pleasurable blur. You're unsure how many orgasms your dad has given you at this point, but you know he’s only had three and his cock is still so thick and hard. 

“Think this one will be it, princess,” he grunts, hoisting your limp thighs up, the bend of your knees slotting perfectly over the bend of his arms. 

You can only pant in reply, mouth as dry as cotton. He notches the head of his drooling dick at your entrance, dragging the tip up to smear the cum from his last creampie all over your used cunt. 

“One last load for your greedy little pussy,” he grins down at you, “then we can take a shower.”

He sinks his cock into your sore pussy at the same time he leans forward, pressing your sweaty bodies together. Your eyes roll back as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix, thighs shaking against his arms. 

“So deep,” he groans, “best cunt I’ve ever fucked and to think it belongs to my sweet daughter.”

Your pussy spasms and clenches down on his thick length as you cry out. Brain melting pleasure seeps down your spine as he pulls out to grind across your g-spot before fucking back into your cunt roughly. 

“S’good, dad,” you mewl, mouth drooling as he hammers his cock into your sensitive hole, “so good.”

“I know,” he croons, “I feel good, too. Not g’nna be able to give up this sweet little pussy. She grips me too good, baby, I’m gonna want her all the time.”

Another orgasm slams into your body, pussy pulsing and sucking his cock into your hole as your head thrashes against the bed. Leon’s hands grip your wrists to push them down against the bed so you don’t scratch him. 

“Fuck, milking your dad’s cock like you’re made for it,” he groans, humping into your pussy with deep strokes until you’re crying from overstimulation. 

“Shh, shh, just take it a little more, ‘m about to cum,” he licks into your mouth, biting on your bottom lip before pulling back, “that’s it, take it, take your dad’s dick deep into that hot, greedy little pussy.”  

Hiccuping a sob, your cunt steadily milks his cock as he buries himself all the way, as deep into your pussy as possible. He grunts against your skin as he grinds his dick against your cervix, spilling rope after rope of cum to paint your walls white. The sticky heat makes your clit throb even as your body aches, wanting to succumb to exhaustion. 

The distant question of how your mom isn’t back yet buzzes at the corner of your consciousness. You must slur it out loud cause Leon laughs as he pulls his softening cock from your puffy leaking cunt. 

“She texted you to say she got stuck in a traffic jam and the road’s blocked for a few hours,” he sighs as he slaps his cock down onto your messy pussy, a wet splat that makes you wince. 

“Dad, ‘m sore,” you pout.

“So sorry, baby,” he coos, a grin overtaking his face, “want me to kiss it and make it better?”

Chest fluttering at the thought, you go to agree when your phone buzzes with an incoming call. Leon grabs it to silence it but turns to look at you. 

“It’s your mom,” he chuckles, handing it over to you, “better see what she wants.”

Sliding it open, her voice rings out clear in the quiet of your room. 

“Hey honey, your dad didn’t answer but I wanted to say I’m about five minutes from the house if you wanted to preheat the oven for this frozen pizza I picked up,” she laughs to herself, “well, it was frozen.”

Your dad sits down on the edge of the bed, listening in to the conversation. 

“Okay, sure, we’ll see ya when you get here,” Leon nods at you, “bye, mom.”

After she says goodbye, you put the phone back on the side table. 

“Well we should get cleaned up,” Leon helps you stand on weak legs, “I’ll help you to the tub and I’ll head downstairs.”

“Thanks, dad,” you smile up at him and he drops a kiss on your cheek. 

“Of course,” he leads you out into the hallway, helping you inside the little bathroom next to your room. 

He sits you down onto the toilet, turning on the shower to allow it time to heat up. 

“Thanks,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss on your temple, “I know it’s all kinds of fucked up, but I still love you.”

Heart beating double time, you give him a crooked smile, “I love you too, dad.”

He presses his lips together, looking like he wants to say more, but he blows out a harsh breath and walks back out into the hall. 

“I’ll handle the oven and your mom, you just come downstairs when you’re ready.”

“I will,” you say as he swings the door shut. 

Sitting there with your thoughts, you let yourself feel. Satisfaction filters through followed by a smidgen of guilt and shame. You hate that your mom is an innocent party in all of this, but you don’t regret letting your dad fuck your brains out. And since this is a complete one off, it’s just a little family secret that you’ll both be taking to the grave. 

Once steam wafts from the shower, you stand up and step into the warm water. You whimper as the heat works on your sore muscles. By this time tomorrow, this will all seem like some really deranged fantasy you dreamt up. Finishing up in the shower, you dry off and make your way back to your room. Getting dressed, you descend downstairs, the smell of pizza growing stronger. 

“Oh there you are! Feeling better?” 

Your mom comes around the counter to feel your forehead. 

“Yeah, I just slept it off.”

She ushers you to sit down at the table and brings the pizza over, your dad following behind with the drinks. Your mom sits to your right and your dad sits across from you both. He catches your eye and winks, making you look down at your plate out of shyness. 

“Eat up, I’m sure you’re wore out from the hard day,” his mirthful tone draws your gaze back up. 

“Yeah,” you clear your throat and take a drink, “it’s been a hard day alright.”

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Toji as Your Ex Husband

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Toji x F!Reader

Summary: Toji sees you at the park with your kid while he was on a job and becomes obsessed with seducing you into weekly quickies in the back of his car

Warnings: NSFW, oral sex, toy usage, unprotected sex, anal play, cum feeding

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day!!

Ex Husband Toji who you only thought of twice as you got ready for your Valentine’s Day date. Your shimmering baby pink dress looks adorable against your skin complexion. Paired with black leather high heel boots and a leather choker, you skate the line between edgy and classy in a most seductive way.

Ex Husband Toji who you continue to push out of your mind as you finish fluffing your brows and running one last coat of mascara over your lashes. Proud of the way you look, once you stand up straight and really observe the end result, you can’t help but post a selfie of how cute your blind date look came together.

Ex Husband Toji who blows up your phone with four missed calls and eight text messages as you enter your uber, heading off to your date

You’re going on a date? Since when are you seeing someone?

What’s his name?

Don’t ignore me. Name. Now.

We’re really playing this game, huh? 

I forbid you to go out tonight. My wife isn’t slutting herself out on Valentine’s Day.

If you don’t respond to me, I’m coming to get you.

Woman, respond to me or else.

You think this is funny? Let’s see who’s laughing once I come over. 

Ex Husband Toji who’s threats you ignore, knowing he no longer has any control over your life. The Zenin lad may still call himself by your last name but he has no right to continue to soil your family’s legacy with his dirty work. 

Ex Husband Toji who secretly enabled a tracking app on your phone so he doesn’t need you to respond to his text messages. He can confront your bratty behavior at the restaurant where he plans to teach you a lesson you won’t forget. He hops on his motorcycle and rides to your location, stalking through the crowds outside several restaurants till he’s on top of you. Eyes anxiously scouring the hordes of people, he uses his height as a vantage point till he sees you, his gorgeous ex wife who had no business being here unless it’s with him. 

Ex Husband Toji who’s heart stops when he sees you with another man. Sure he’s a pretty boy, but his muscles are just for show. He obviously can fight and doesn’t know anything about protecting you. This boy can’t provide for you the way he can. You don’t need this guy, you need someone like him. Anger and desperation brew in his gut and he marches over to where you sit, ready to make a scene. 

Ex Husband Toji who scares you when he pops up next to you, “Toji! What are you doing here?!” 

“Why are you mad at me? I’m the one who’s wife is on a date with a stranger on Valentine’s Day! How could you do this to me, baby?” 

“Baby?”

“Woah, wait” your date interjects, “You’re married?!”

“No!” 

“Yes!”

“We’re not married, Toji! You know as well as I that we got divorced last year. Let it go. Move on.”

“I’m not moving on. You’re my wife. Till death do we part.” Your pulse thunders in your neck as your anger rises.

“Look, I’m not trying to get in the middle of anything.” Your date says, with his hands raised. “I just wanted to meet a nice girl, I don’t have time for whatever this is.”

“No, wait!”

But your date didn’t listen, he took out his wallet and dropped a $50 on the table before staring at Toji’s mountainous figure in horror, and scurrying off to his sports car.

“Good, now that the trash has taken itself out, we need to talk”

“No we don't, Toji. Leave me alone. Haven’t you done enough this evening?” You stand up in fury, making to leave when he snatches your wrist.

Ex Husband Toji who grips you so tightly you feel your skin bruise. His desperation makes him forget his strength as he stares at you, trying to understand what he just witnessed. You were with another man. You dressed like this for someone else. His soul felt like it had been crushed, and just like that the anger returned.  “What you did tonight is unacceptable” he fumes, “apologize.”

“Are you insane?!”

“Apologize or I will bend you over right here and give you a spanking.”

You tug at your arm, trying to free your wrist from his clutches, but his grip is too strong. You begin to whine as you realize how useless your efforts are. With a sickening smirk Toji yanks you to him and lays you over his knees. “No Toji!” you shout but the hand gripping the back of your neck is unmoving. His muscles are so massive that even his forearm is difficult to grip as you struggle. The combined efforts of both of your hands are no match and before you can do anything to stop him, Toji is striking your backside for insubordination. 

Ex Husband Toji who has you yelping and shouting in the middle of a fancy restaurant on one of the busiest nights of the year, publicly shaming you for trying to move on, and for acting like a little slut. When he feels you still haven’t learned your lesson he lifts your skirt so your bottom is barren except for the thin fabric of your lace thong. The sight begins to make him drool but his fury rages on and his palm turns the flesh fuschia before the eyes of every patron dinning nearby. 

Ex Husband Toji who is tapped on the shoulder by the restaurant’s manager, demanding Toji leave or they’re calling the cops. Rounding his shoulders and cracking his neck, Toji stands up, holding you around the waist. When you try to walk away he grips you tightly and throws you over his shoulder. “Like hell, woman. You’re coming with me.”

Ex Husband Toji who carries you to his motorcycle with you protesting the entire way. It didn’t matter how much you kicked or how hard you punched his back, he set you down on the seat of his bike like you were a toy doll and sat behind you, caging you in to make sure you wouldn’t jump off. When he starts his bike he spins out towards your home and your gut fills with rocks, knowing nothing good is going to come from this. 

Ex Husband Toji who kicks open the side door of your home as he drags you inside still protesting. He doesn’t understand why you continue to resist him when there’s no point. “Stop Toji. I’m home, okay? I’m home, there’s no guy coming. You can leave now.”

“NO! I’m not leaving. I left you too many times. I can’t do it anymore.”

Something twitches in your abdomen, something like a tiny butterfly as you see one of the most gorgeous men on this planet’s face crack with sadness at the thought of leaving you. “No, Toji.” you say softer than before. “We don’t work. We tried and this doesn’t work.”

“I’ll make it work” he says as he comes closer, hands tracing up your forearms and biceps. “Please baby. I need you.”

“You don’t need me.” you whisper as you look down. “You could have any woman you wanted.”

“Not when that woman’s you.” he whispers back.

Ex Husband Toji who brushes a strand of hair behind your ear before pulling you into a kiss. That twitch in your stomach erupts into full on butterflies and at the same time you’re kicking yourself for caving because this only ever leads to one thing…

Ex Husband Toji who tears off your dress before carrying you into the room and tossing you on the bed. You grapple at his shirt as he removes his belt, laying it on the bed before he lowers his pants, tossing them aside. Once naked, he pulls off your boots, one by one, kissing each leg as he does so. 

Ex Husband Toji who spreads your legs, cause he is the only man allowed to do so, licking and nipping your inner thighs while enjoying how you flinch from sensitivity. When his mouth finds your center he bites down on your bud, making you scream from both pain and pleasure. Your hands fly into his messy black locks, pulling him off and pushing him back into you, unable to decide what you want. His tongue flicks out of his mouth paying special attention to your nub before pointing and slotting into your center. Your head lolls back and you moan, the sound ringing in Toji’s ear like a an anthem. You grind your hips up into his mouth, fisting his hair and pushing his face into you. He won. He knew he would, but the victory is just as sweet, nonetheless. 

Ex Husband Toji who turns you into a needy puddle with his mouth before denying you your orgasm. Your upset whine brings a mischievous grin to his lips. “Not so fast, hun. We have some behavior to address.” Just as you register what he means, Toji reaches for his nearby belt and slips it around your neck, the end already threaded through the buckle. He yanks on the leather as he flips you onto your knees, letting it bite into your column. Your fingers try to slip into the loop, to release the pressure but it’s too tight. 

Ex Husband Toji who sinks his weighty girth into your dripping hole as he chokes you. “I knew a filthy slut like you would get wet from being treated like a bitch. You like your new leash? I hope so, cause you’ll be wearing it awhile.” He continues to berate you, his hips beginning to grind into you. 

His member throbs in your walls as he drags in and out of you, pushing in and retreating slowly. But it was too slow. Even though he had you drooling, you wanted more. You begin to throw your hips back and a dangerous chuckle fans your ear. “Oh, is that what you want? Okay baby. I can give you that.”

Ex Husband Toji who wraps the leather around his knuckles, tightening your leash before he pistons into you. His breathing labors and his lungs grunt. Your eyes flutter from the familiar sounds, it is all so dirty and erotic, you clench around him tighter, unable to hide your arousal. “That’s it baby. Just like that. Take this dick like the good little slut you are.” You cry out, feeling him tighten the belt again. You can barely breathe and it makes you so wet your fluids are dripping onto the bed. 

Ex Husband Toji who pounds into you, bouncing you off his pelvis as he spears your cute little cunt. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes from oxygen deprivation while the most whorish sounds fill the room. He turned you into exactly what he wanted. His slut, serving him and only him. You feel like a slave to his passions. This is how he gets you every time. This is how you ended up marrying him. He fucked you till you said yes. 

Ex Husband Toji who spanks your already red rear as he hammers into you, reminding you of the naughty girl you’ve been, trying to give this pussy to another man. This is his pussy, and no one else is allowed to touch it. He’ll make sure you remember this lesson. Manipulating you with his belt, Toji whips you over to your back and folds you in half. He pushes your feet to your ears and raises his body so he can pummel down into your folds, making you scream from the intensity. You sound so beautiful when you’re like this, all mouth and no words. You try to form them, it’s not as if there’s a lack of effort, he just gets you so good you grow dumb on his length. 

Ex Husband Toji who pulls your face up to his by fisting your hair. Your eyes scrunch in pain but at the end of the day, you like it rough. If he were more prepared he would’ve brought the whip you like, but for now he’ll settle for his hands. He tugs your face to his lips so he can kiss you feverishly. You open your mouth obediently, waiting for him to spit in it before he dives his tongue in to dance with yours. 

Ex Husband Toji who loses his composure after the kiss, becoming more beast than man as he quickens his pace and pumps into you so hard that your entire bed is rockings, scooting inch by inch across the floor from how he chases his orgasm. He doesn’t even care if you cum because 1) you didn’t earn it and 2) he knows you're going to anyway. You have a habit of finishing at the same time he does so when your velvet interior flutters around him just as a prolonged scream released from your throat, it does the trick and his seed explodes inside of you, painting your cavern white and swimming into your cervix, looking to get you pregnant before you can come to your senses. 

Ex Husband Toji who pins you down, exerting his power over you for a few more minutes, while he can. He looks down on your glazed over eyes, savoring how he can wreck your body and praying his spend finds its way to your fallopian tubes to make a baby. He needs you to get pregnant so he never has to let you go.  

Ex Husband Toji who gets to spend the night because you passed out shortly after he finished. He gets up to go to the bathroom and grabs you a washcloth, cleaning up your legs before tucking you under the bed covers. When he’s done he slips between the sheets with you, and presses his body against yours, falling asleep immediately because for the first time in months he is home and he isn’t going anywhere. 

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middle of the night , a.s

synopsis - the one where anakin got so crossfaded at a party one night that he had to text you to take him back to the apartment he shared with your older brother, but somehow ended up at yours.

pairings - anakin skywalker x fem!reader (modern au)

warnings - mentions of alcohol and weed use , anakin being a hater , protective anakin , kinda possessive anakin , mentions ani having naughty thoughts , whiny anakin , cute til it AINT , inexperienced reader , titty sucking , oral (f receiving) , praise kink and degradation kink , fingering , p in v sex , kinda clothed sex?? (anakin doesn't take his pants off all the way) , poorly written smut

w/c - 5.9k (WOW.)

a/n - negl I got sloppy af at the end cuz idk how to properly write smut!!! this is an alternate ending to a prompt in my bbf!anakin post. also for my sake please ignore any spelling or punctuation errors lmfao. anyways, enjoy! <33

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You had just gotten out of the shower, still wrapped in a towel, when your phone vibrated from its spot on your bed. You didn't bother looking, assuming it was someone posting to their story or a notification from a dumb game you downloaded and haven't played before (yet still wouldn't delete it.)

You dried off then got dressed, slipping into a black tank top and a pair of shorts. Your phone vibrated a few more times, so you grabbed it as you made your way back into your bathroom to brush your teeth. All of the notifications were from Anakin, who rarely texted you. You unlocked your phone and read all of the texts, a few consisting of a bunch of gibberish and another that had an almost fully readable text.

'csn you come oick me up? ill sendn yoy my location' It read, making you let out a small laugh as you brushed your teeth. Anakin obviously wasn't sober, you could tell because on the rare occasion that he did text you, it was nowhere close to like this. You then got a notification, that being his live location. He was serious?

He was about ten minutes away, but with it being night and there being few cars on the road, you could get there in five. If you were an experienced driver, that is. Anakin knew that you weren't a very good driver, he had been in your car with you driving it enough times to know. Yet he still decided to text you instead of your brother, who's literally his roommate.

You texted him back, telling him that you'd be there in ten minutes before shoving your phone into your pocket. You quickly finished brushing your teeth then rushed around your apartment. You grabbed your keys, your wallet just in case, and bottle of water from your fridge for Anakin, then put on some slippers and exited your apartment.

Your phone vibrated in your pocket, making you grab it and read whatever Anakin had sent you this time. It read, 'pelase hurry therws a rsndom girl grindikg on me right jow'. You smiled at his bluntness before rushing down to your car, texting him a quick 'omw rn ani' as you started your car and began driving to Anakin's location.

It didn't surprise you as much as it should have that Anakin texted you, there was obviously a reason, and most were guessable. He probably knew your brother was asleep and didn't want to burden him, and as someone who has had to live with your older brother for years, you knew that he probably would have gone back to bed and forgot about Anakin.

You never expected brother's best friend would be texting you and asking you to come pick him up from a random party. Although, Anakin has contacted you on worse terms.

Anakin didn't know why he texted you of all people, but for some odd reason it felt so right. Although you're his best friends little sister, he never really thought of you as a friend or sister figure. Anakin always thought you were cute, and you were just the sibling of one of his friends. He had plenty of friends with little sisters and brothers, so why were you so different?

Maybe it was because you were the sibling of his best friend, not just one of his friends that he only talked to on campus. Maybe it was because you actually talked to him and payed attention to him, and you guys were somewhat friends (seeing as you went through middle and high school together, now college).

Anakin never really paid attention to you throughout middle school or the beginning of high school. He saw you basically every day when he would hang out with your brother, stayed the night at your house more times than he can count, and never had any weird or inappropriate thoughts about you. But when you started... developing, you were pretty hard to ignore.

To Anakin's hormonal teenage mind, developing was the only word he could use to describe you. Anakin had always seen and treated you like a child, so why was he suddenly having these filthy thoughts about you? He never acted on them, he would have been too guilty to ever face you again if he did. The biggest problem Anakin had with his thoughts was knowing that he wasn't the only one thinking of you that way.

Anakin had the privilege of being your older brothers closest, most trustworthy friend. Anytime you wanted to introduce a new boyfriend to your brother, he brought along Anakin. "Me and Anakin were hanging out already so I decided to bring him with me, hope that's alright." Most of the time that actually was the case, but Anakin soon found out that your brother just needed a secondhand opinion.

Anakin didn't think the way the guy looked at you was appropriate? Your brother took it into consideration. Anakin thought he was sketchy? Your brother would hear all about it. Anakin thought he was a bad influence? Your brother was convincing you to break up with the guy. Sometimes Anakin said nice things, then proceeded to spread a fake rumor about the guy just so it would get to you and your brother.

On top of that, Anakin started getting more protective over you. For example; Anakin stayed the night one weekend and him and your brother decided to drive up to the store and buy some snacks because there were none for them to eat. Your brother knew you were staying up late to study for an upcoming test, and asked Anakin if it was alright if you go too, assuming you needed a break. Anakin shrugged and your brother knocked before he opened your door.

You were wearing headphones so you hadn't heard him say your name the first time, so your brother walked up behind you and tapped your shoulder, making you take them off and turn to look at you. "N/N, me and Anakin are gonna go get some snacks. You need a break, so you're gonna go with us." You gave him a nod before locking eyes with Anakin, who was leaning against your doorframe. You looked away as you got out of the office chair that you were sitting in to grab your slippers and phone.

When you were at the store, your brother had wandered off to find a certain snack, leaving you and Anakin alone. You were trying to figure out which Doritos flavor you wanted, and Anakin was observing you as you contemplated. It felt like he blinked and suddenly you were getting talked to by a random guy. You looked uncomfortable, looking around for a moment until your eyes landed on Anakin, who was glaring at the guy.

"Excuse me, I think my boyfriend just said my name." You awkwardly said as you stepped towards Anakin. His eyes practically lit up at the word boyfriend, but decided to brush it off and play the part for your sake. Anakin gave him a small smile before placing his hand on the small of your back, slightly worried that if he put his hand anywhere else he would go crazy. When you both turned around, your brother turned the corner with a couple snacks and three drinks, and Anakin gave him a look before glancing at the guy who was about two meters away.

Your brother was trying to figure out why Anakin was touching you, but before he could say something he put two and two together and brushed it off. He walked towards you both and handed you your drinks before gripping your shoulder, walking on the other side of you. When the three of you walked past the man, he muttered something under his breath that you couldn't hear.

Obviously Anakin and your brother heard what he said, or else they wouldn't have turned their heads in sync. "What the fuck did you just say?" Your brother said, the hand on your shoulder tightening just slightly. "I called her a slut." The guy said louder. Needless to say, you all got kicked out because Anakin decided to punch the guy. You guys ended up getting take-out.

To put it plainly, Anakin didn't exactly like seeing you with other guys, and hated it when he heard anybody call you anything less than perfect. Another problem, was that Anakin knew exactly why.

The reason you were so different, the reason he defended you so often, and the reason he texted you, was because Anakin Skywalker was in love with you.

You had been waiting outside for a good five minutes before there was a knock on the window of your car. You let out a breath and unlocked the door. When you assumed Anakin wasn't sober, you didn't think it would be this bad. As soon as he opened the door to your car and sat down, you could smell the alcohol and weed on him.

"Anakin you actually stink—" You said, resisting the urge to cover your nose at the smell. "I'll take off my shirt?" He offered before beginning to take off the black t-shirt he was wearing. Even under the influence he was still a sweetheart to you. "No- No, Ani it's fine, I'll just roll down the windows." You said, placing your hand on Anakin's chest to halt his movements as you started driving. You rolled down both of your windows slightly.

There was music quietly playing, and as Anakin reached to turn it up, you swatted his hand. "Rude.." He mumbled before folding his arms across his chest. "Why did you text me, Ani?" You asked, not taking your eyes off the road, "Because I knew you would be a good girl and not say a thing about this." He slightly slurred. You felt yourself shudder at Anakin calling you a 'good girl'.

You felt his burning gaze, and you so badly wanted to look back at him just to see the look in his bloodshot eyes, but you decided against it. "You don't know that." You said with a curt laugh. "I don't? Really? Because I vividly remember that one time you came to me and-" Anakin started, "What a coincidence! I need gas!" You said, cutting off Anakin and pulling into a gas station.

Anakin let out a huff, "Can I trust you to pump my gas while I go in and pay?" You questioned as you parked the car, glancing at Anakin. "Yes ma'am." He said in a serious manner, making you let out a small laugh. "Half a tank is fine." You said as you both got out the car. Anakin went to grab the gas pump whilst you walked into the sketchy gas station and paid for your gas.

"Thanks!" You smiled as you walked out of the building. Almost as soon as you stepped out of the gas station, you ran into someone. "Oh- I'm sorry," You said, backing up a little and glancing at the person in front of you. "No worries, it's my bad. Sorry if this sounds weird, but you're really pretty." He said, looking you up and down, his eyes lingering on your cleavage for a second too long.

You glanced over at your car to see Anakin leaning against it with crossed arms, staring right back at you. "Thank you so much, I appreciate it!" You grinned, "Can I have your number?" He asked bluntly, "Oh, I don't think.." You started, but you were cut off at the shout of your name. You looked over and Anakin was now glaring daggers at the guy in front of you. "I don't think that'll be necessary, thank you though!" You said with a soft smile as you made your way back to your car.

"Under better circumstances I would have thanked you for that, Ani." You said with a sarcastic smile as you both got back into the car. "Oh! I almost forgot that I brought you a water." You said as you grabbed the slightly cold water from the cupholder and handed it to him. "Thanks, you're an angel." Anakin said as he placed a hand on your thigh and gave it a light squeeze as he grabbed the water and chugged at least half of it.

You wanted to give him a reaction, but decided to keep driving and ignore it. He wasn't sober, so he most definitely wasn't thinking straight. "Can we go to your place instead? Its closer." Anakin said almost out of nowhere. "Why would you want to go to my place? You don't live with me?" You asked, glancing at him to see him already looking at you. "Because yours is closer." He said with a tinge of playfulness in his voice.

"But-" You began, "Please?" Anakin said with the smallest whine. Curse him and his dumb pretty voice. "I-" You hesitated, and the look in Anakin's eyes wasn't making this any easier for you. "Okay." You sighed, as you turned the car to the street your apartment complex was on. "But ill have you know that you are not staying the night, just until you're sober enough." You said as you parked your car in your usual parking spot. Anakin let out a breath, content with your answer.

You lived on the fifth floor of the complex, and the elevator just so happened to be out of order, so it was a hassle getting an unbalanced Anakin up the stairs to your apartment. From an outside point of view, it probably looked like both of you were high. Anakin kept cracking jokes, and every time you laughed he added onto it to make you laugh even harder. So by the time you were at the top of the stairwell, you were out of breath from both the laughing and the walking.

"Anakin that's the wrong way," You laughed as Anakin walked towards the wrong door. You heard him mumble a few curse words before turning around and making his way back towards you. You unlocked the door to your apartment and walked inside, allowing Anakin to shut and lock the door behind him. "Cozy." Anakin said as he walked into your room and plopped down onto your bed. "Excuse you-"

"Y/N," Anakin cut you off as he kicked off his shoes, you hummed in response. "Do you remember last summer?" He asked, watching intently as you make your way throughout your room. "What about it?" You said, your voice turning a bit soft at the thought. You sat on your bed, leaning against the headboard with your legs crossed. "You remember how I went on vacation with your family?" Anakin said, rolling over to lay on his stomach to look at you.

"Yes.. where are you going with this Ani?" You said, tilting your head at the man in front of you. "Just- listen. You remember that guy you met at the beach, right? And you remember why I ended up beating the shit out of him the day before we left?" Anakin said as his blue eyes bored into your E/C ones. "No, nobody ever ended up telling me why." You said with a laugh as you gazed back at Anakin. "Do you want to know why?" He asked with a small smile, "Quit teasing, I wouldn't have said anything if I didn't want to know!" You said, extending your leg to kick his shoulder. "Full story, or just a quick summary?" Anakin joked. He knew you, he knew that you wanted the full story. You scoffed at his words and looked at him expectantly.

"I don't remember why, but we ended up walking with each other along the beach while you and your brother were playing around in the water not too far away. We had been talking about.. you, and then he brought me up. He asked what I was to you," Anakin explained, his brows scrunching every few words. "I told him, 'I'm just her older brothers best friend. Sometimes she likes me, sometimes she doesn't'." He said as he ran his hand along your bare calf. You scoffed, "That is such a lie! At first I didn't like you that much, but I always thought of you as a friend!" You said, Anakin frowned slightly at your words.

"Anyways- He said, 'Then you wouldn't mind if I bent her over in that pretty little two piece and fucked her?'. I stopped walking and looked at him. He didn't even notice I paused until I turned him around and punched him in the face," Anakin said with a small, prideful smile. "You wanna know what he said after I hit him a few times? He said, 'I guess you would mind, wouldn't you?'." Anakin said with a curt laugh. "Would you have minded?" You asked sincerely, making Anakin look at you from his spot on the bed. "Do you want the truth?" Anakin asked, tilting his head a bit. You bit your lip and nodded at him, signaling for him to keep talking.

"Yes, I would have." Anakin said as he sat up. "I never told your brother that story, you know? The only person who knows why is the guy." You laughed at his words. "I'm gonna go get a bottle of water, do you want one?" You said, as you got up from your bed, he nodded as you ruffled his hair and walked out of your room. When you left, Anakin was finally able to let out the breath he'd been unconsciously holding in. Your home smelled so much like you, and that scent made Anakin want to go absolutely feral.

Anakin adjusted his position on your bed, now laying down on his side whilst facing the door. "You made yourself comfy." You grinned as you walked back into the room, handing Anakin his water as you took a couple drinks of yours. "Thanks." He muttered as he took a drink of the water. You sat down, your back now against the backboard of your bed. "You still smell like weed." You mumbled as you gave Anakin a soft smile. Anakin didn't smile back, he just looked at you. His once bloodshot eyes were now their usual blue.

One thing you had always noticed about Anakin, was how intense his gaze was. He held eye contact like it would be his last time ever making it, and it made him all the more attractive. Not only was Anakin's stare intense, he was too. If he wasn't a long time friend of yours, you probably would've been scared of him. You had always had a subtle crush on Anakin, but him being your brothers friend always made it rather hard to show your attraction. Anakin was making you nervous with only his eyes.

You cleared your throat, "Why would you have cared?" You asked as you played with the drawstrings on your shorts. "You are so... Is it not obvious by now?" Anakin said as he grabbed your wrist, then sitting up and copying your position. You let out a small gasp, your mouth parting slightly. Anakin saw a chance, and he took it. He leaned in and your lips connected, catching you by surprise. You kissed him back for a moment before realizing that Anakin might've not been sober.

Almost out of instinct, you pulled away. Anakin leaned towards you more, seemingly chasing your lips. You placed a hand on his rock hard chest and softly pushed him away. "Ani.." You muttered, giving him a nervous smile. "Anakin you're not-" You began, but he quickly cut you off. "Y/N, I've been sober for the past twenty minutes. Please just let me taste you." He pleaded lightly, making you curse under your breath before smashing your lips back against his, careful not to hit his teeth with yours.

Anakin put his hands on your hips and moved you on top of him so that you were straddling him, catching you by surprise. Your lips parted and Anakin took this as an invitation, shoving his tongue into your mouth.

One part of you wanted to pull away and tell him how wrong this was, tell him that this was a bad decision and that he needs to go home. The other part of you knows how good this is making you feel, and you can't seem to stop.

Anakin cupped your face with one hand and tugged at your top with the other. He pulled away slightly, a thin string of saliva going with him. "Can I touch you?" Anakin asked, the hand that was once tugging at your shirt now resting on your waist. "Please," You pleaded as you went to kiss him again. He let out a breathy chuckle and sloppily attached his wet lips to yours.

Anakin's hot tongue in your mouth and his wandering hands were getting you all different kinds of worked up. His rough hand made its way up your shirt. You squirmed at both the foreign feeling and how cold his hands were. His hand reached your left breast, and he gave it a light squeeze. "Take your shirt off." Anakin breathily demanded as he pulled away from the kiss. You stared at him for a moment, obviously hesitant to show yourself to him. "You don't have to-" He started before you abruptly stopped him. You took his free hand and covered his eyes with it, "Don't look." You muttered as you took your hand away from his.

You took your tank top off before self-consciously attempting to cover yourself with your arms. Anakin has seen your body multiple times, just in a less.. inappropriate manner. You didn't know if you really wanted him to see you uncovered fully. You gave him a look when he peeked slightly. He saw that you noticed, and decided to take his hand away from his face and reach towards you.

"Ani.." You muttered, your face heating up as Anakin rubbed your arm. He opened his mouth to speak, but right before any words could come out you adjusted your position on his lap, making him let out a moan instead. That has to be the sexiest thing you've heard in your entire life. "Don't use that nickname on me while we're like this." He mumbled, slightly embarrassed at the noise he just let slip. You could feel his hard straining against his sweatpants, poking right at your clothed, throbbing core.

"I took off my shirt, that means you have to take off yours." You hummed, though your voice came out more demanding than expected. Anakin stopped rubbing your arm and took off his shirt in one swift motion before tossing it to the side. Anakin was fit, he always had been. This just made him all the more attractive to you. You wanted to touch him, too, but you were self conscious and didn't want to uncover yourself.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Anakin touching your arm, "Can i?" He asked, referring to the arms you had tightly wrapped around yourself. You looked at him for a few moments before nodding slowly. You loosened your hold around yourself, as if that would've stopped him anyway. Anakin took your hands and moved them down to his toned chest, being sure to run them across his toned abs and v-line.

You could feel yourself heating up at the action, seeing as you had never touched anybody in such a way before. You completely ignored the fact that Anakin was definitely staring at your tits right now, but you couldn't find it in you to care. All you could focus on was what was gonna happen in a few moments, and how you were gonna keep this from your older brother.

Anakin leaned forward and attached his lips to your neck, sucking and licking at random spots. "Don't worry about your brother, if he finds out I'll take care of it." Anakin muttered into your neck. "Okay," You gasped as Anakin softly bit down on your shoulder.

You were even more surprised when Anakin decided to trail down to your breasts and take one into his mouth. He wrapped an arm tightly around your waist and secured you in place, then used his free hand to fondle your other boob.

The small moans you let out were like music to Anakin's ears, and if it were up to him he would bust then and there at the sound of you. He took your breast out of his mouth and planted a kiss on your nipple, then did the same to your other. "Such pretty tits.." He mumbled into the skin between your breasts. "All mine, y' hear me? All mine." Anakin said as he flipped you over and pinned you to the mattress, making you let out a yelp.

Anakin kissed and licked at your torso, sucking on the skin as he worked his way down. He inched closer to the waistband of your shorts at an excruciatingly slow pace, making the knot in your tighten more and more. "Ani, please just touch me already!" You pleaded, making him look up at you through his lashes. "Touch you where, sweet girl?" He teased as he tugged at your waistband, making you rub your legs together. "You know where," You whined as you ran your hands through Anakin's already tangled hair.

He cursed under his breath before pulling down your shorts. Saying you were wet would be an understatement. "You always get this wet when a man touches you, or am I special?" Anakin said as he ran two fingers down the cloth, making you let out a loud moan at the contact. "I-I've never had.." You trailed off, closing your legs and covering your body out of embarrassment. Anakin let out a hum, "I guess I'm special, then." He grinned as he placed his hands on your thighs and parted them for himself once again.

"Can practically smell you baby," He groaned as he literally ripped the panties from your body. "Those were expensive!" You whined as he tossed them to the side. "Such a pretty pussy, all wet jus' for me.." Anakin muttered as he ran a few fingers along your sopping cunt. "Anakin!" You moaned in an irritated voice, still upset that he ripped one of your favorite pairs of underwear. "Fuck- I'll buy you a new pair, whatever you want." He said whilst grabbing your legs and throwing them over his shoulders, giving him perfect access.

Anakin placed a soft kiss on your pussy before licking up from your throbbing hole to your sensitive bud. You let out a whimper at his actions, "Taste so sweet," He mumbled before he practically attacked your cunt, licking and slurping up all your juices like a man starved.

That unfamiliar knot in your stomach grew tighter and tighter with every moan you let out. "An– Anakin!" You loudly moaned without a care in the world. He hummed into your pussy, knowing you had to be getting close. You started babbling nonsense as you roughly grabbed Anakin's long hair and shoved his face further in between your legs.

"Think 'm gonna—" You started before cutting yourself off with the most beautiful moan Anakin's ever heard. Although you were twitching and jolting against him, Anakin didn't stop his advances and even shoved two fingers inside you. Your back was arched off of your bed, Anakin's face and fingers were buried deep in your cunt, and your sheets were most definitely not coming back from this.

Your hips jolted and grinded against his face in a useless attempt to get him further into you, not caring at all if he was suffocating between your legs. Your moans slowly got more drawn out and louder, signalling that you were about to cum again.

Anakin knew you were probably overstimulated but all he could think about was how good you taste on his tongue and how much he wants to stuff you full of his cum. After wetting Anakin's face even more for the second time, he stopped eating you out for your own good. He could probably go all day if you wanted him to.

He wiped his face off with his hand, being sure to lick anything excess off of his skin before wrapping your legs around his waist and giving you a sloppy kiss. "You taste so good." Anakin quietly said into your mouth. You couldn't tell if he was talking about your mouth or your pussy.

"Wan' you inside me, Ani." You whimpered as Anakin placed more kisses along your jawline, "Might be too big for you baby, not sure if you could take me." He muttered into your neck, a cocky smile on his face. "I can take you. Promise I can— Jus' want you in me.." You said, as you brought your hand to his crotch. Though before you could touch the tent on his sweatpants, he grabbed your wrist and pinned both your hands behind your head.

Anakin gave you a boyish grin, making you pout slightly. "Gonna have to warm you up first." He said as he let go of your wrists and brought a hand to your hip, seemingly holding you in place. He brought his other hand back down to your throbbing pussy, and inserted two fingers.

You moaned at this action, surprised that he didn't even try to see how you reacted to one. You're a virgin, that much is obvious. You've probably never been touched in such a way by another person, and even if you have you probably declined any advances because you were scared of losing your dignity. From the way you react to his fingers, you've probably touched yourself a few times before, you just weren't used to hands his size. Needless to say, you were everything Anakin assumed you would be. Your innocence is turning him on a bit too much.

Anakin started off slowly, he'd already made you cum twice, and he didn't want to overwork you. "A-Ani, faster—" You moaned out as his two fingers popped in and out of you. He gave you a cocky smirk before increasing his pace and harshness. He would come out softly then shove his fingers back into you just to hear the pretty noises you let out when he did. "Anakin, 'm gonna cum!" You moaned, as you bucked your hips into his fingers.

You let out a moan as he put another finger inside you, somehow fitting three of his long fingers inside your tight hole. "C'mon baby, y'know I won't hold you back." Anakin said as he leaned over, whispering his words into your ear. Your eyes slightly rolled back into your head as you came all over his long fingers. "What a slut, all that just over my fingers?" Anakin said as he licked his hands clean of your juices. "You taste so good though." He said as he kissed your cheek.

You whimpered as you rubbed your legs together, giving him a look. "Use your words." He teased, that cocky smile on his face once again. You let out an annoyed hum, "You know what I want!" You were starting to get impatient. "What's the magic word, pretty girl?" He asked, giving you another one of his boyish grins. "Please, Ani." You pleaded, making Anakin smile at you.

He pulled his sweatpants and boxers down to his knees, not caring enough to take them all the way off. His cock practically leaped out of his pants, and the first thought that popped inside your head was 'What the fuck have you gotten yourself into.'

That actually looks heavy. You thought to yourself as you actually got a good look at his dick. Anakin wasted no time grabbing his cock and spreading the precum that was leaking from the tip all over his base as some sort of lubrication. He let out a curse or two as he dragged the tip from your sensitive clit to your dripping hole.

Anakin was definitely not thinking about all the ways he could get you pregnant right now. Definitely not. "Stop teasing and fuck me already, Anakin." You moaned out as you stared at his length. He let out a chuckle, making you look at his face. The moan you let out when he shoved the whole thing inside you was probably the most beautiful thing he's ever heard. Your neighbors are gonna be so mad.

"Can I move?" He asked gently, placing both of his hands on your hips. "Fuck— Y-Yes, please, yes-" You let out as your back arched off the bed. Anakin let out a satisfied hum before slowly moving. He'd pull out, making you feel empty for a few moments and then slowly insert his length back into you, filling you up again.

"Faster, Ani-" You moaned, making him fasten his pace. Your toes were curled and your back was arched and your fingers were harshly digging into your mattress and sheets. He slowly but surely started ramming into you, and after just a few thrusts he had your g-spot memorized.

"Fuck, Ani-" You whined as he paused for a moment to wrap your legs around his waist again. With no words, he immediately began ramming into you again. His thrusts were making your entire room shake and the way your bedframe and backboard hit the wall, you almost felt like it would break any second.

There were tears in your eyes and they were wetting your pillow. For a moment Anakin couldn't tell if you were hurting or if it was pleasure. "'m sorry baby, am I hurtin' you?" He asked as he slowed down his thrusts. "Mmh- no! Keep goin' Ani 'm so close—" You whined out as you gripped his shoulders.

The knot in your stomach was slowly getting tighter and tighter and you knew that any second you could come all over his cock. "Harder, Ani!" You moaned out, making Anakin grin for the hundredth time tonight.

His thrusts started getting sloppier, "Wanna cum inside you, fill you with my babies." Anakin said as he pulled your body down onto him. "Wan' you to fill me up Ani, please!" You whined, the both of you knew that you would probably just buy birth control the next morning.

Before the two of you knew it you were both cumming in sync. Anakin filled you up, and when he pulled out he could see the mix of your juices and his leaking into the sheets. He gently dropped your legs onto the mattress before shuffling back to pull his boxers and sweatpants back up.

You were incredibly tired and your throat hurt from all the moaning and screaming. You looked so pretty like this. Anakin thought as he grabbed his discarded shirt from the floor. You quietly said something about your sheets and Anakin dismissed you. "We can take care of your sheets in the morning baby, but right now I need to clean you up." Anakin muttered as he took his shirt and wiped your wet tears from your face before wiping up the mess you two had made between your legs. He gently wiped you down with his shirt, not caring that it was probably ruined.

"I have towels, Ani." You tiredly said before you muttered an apology for not telling him to grab one instead of his shirt. "It's okay, I don't care if it's you." He said under his breath, assuming his words were a bit too intimate to say loud enough for you to hear. "Y'know, I love you." You muttered before drifting asleep.

"I love you too."

© AAJXS

[loverlunaire]

date headcanons

eita semi, hajime iwaizumi, keiji akaashi and kiyoomi sakusa

eita semi

⭑ dates with semi are just vibing !!!

⭑ ideal date would probably be just to peruse around a record shop discus your fave albums and songs

⭑ coffee break after shopping and you’d take cute pictures with your sweet treats and your silly trinkets

⭑ i think peoples posts with their snacks and their sonny angels or calico critters or smiskis are so cute

⭑ he’d repost it on his story if you posted your date with your trinkets on insta !!!

⭑ song on story is from the album you bought too !!

⭑ n then you’d go home n listen to whatever album you bought at the record shop and just chat while holding hands and being silly <3

hajime iwaizumi

⭑ proud filo iwa believer !!!!!!!

⭑ he’d take you out to get filipino food !!! loves eating his childhood favorites with you <3

⭑ he’d let you eat the last piece of lumpia 🙏

⭑ i see him wanting to take a walk around a local park either in a comfortable silence as you just enjoy the others company or just mindlessly chatting about each others days

⭑ he makes sure you get home safe !! asks you to text him when you get home and then responds with how much fun he’s had today with you <3

keiji akaashi

⭑ bookstore frequenter !!!!!!

⭑ if you’re not a reader he gets it!! he’ll prolly ask if you find certain books interesting and get them and read them and let you know if he liked it

⭑ definitely reads out his favorite books to you if you’d allow it !!!!

⭑ per bookstore date tradition you always get coffee and a snack to fuel you for your walk around the bookstore !!!

⭑ very relaxing, feels like it’s just the two of you there, which it probably is but… what more could a man ask for !!? books, coffee and his lovely partner !!

kiyoomi sakusa

⭑ locking pinkies > hand holding

⭑ or at least it’s like that to sakusa !!

⭑ this would be like at least once a month type of date !!

⭑ you both wake up early enough for you to go the farmers market and pick yo stuff to make lunch or dinner together!!!

⭑ very domestic and cute <3

⭑ sakusa likes the farmers market because he likes knowing where his food comes from and supporting local businesses !!!

⭑ it’s okay if you can’t cook, he’ll help even if it turns into him doing most of the work, he’s making a meal with you and fits for the both of you !!! it’s made with love <3

⭑ short but i think it’s cute !!! i was struck with inspiration at practice and was madly typing at my phone during my water break !!

⭑ sorry for the inactivity!!! i will find a healthy balance soon i just needed to get into the groove of school and figure out when i have downtime to wire <3

⭑ might do a pt.2 of this just lmk who you want in it !!!

[mr-yuugo]

Date With A Cat Lover

[Idia Shroud X Gen!Reader] -FLUFF-

Words: 1,231

Summary: Idia goes on a date with his online friend. The freshmen find him and decide to tease him. As the reader converses with Idia's schoolmates, the reader is quick to take fondly of Grim.

You can also find this posted on AO3 and Wattpad!

Saying Idia was nervous was an understatement. He felt like he would melt onto the ground as each second passed. It was embarrassing enough just sitting awkwardly on a bench at a public park.

"So many people..." He thought as his foot anxiously tapped repeatedly on the ground. He was waiting for you in fact, so he decided to bear the nervousness and wait for you to get there.

This would be the first time you two would be meeting in person. Having met in an online game and becoming friends. You were so cute in the photos you would send him, he only hoped you were the cute person in the photos and not some catfisher.

"Now that would just be horrible..." He let out a shaky sigh as he pulled out his phone. Checking his messages to see that you texted him. "I just got here!" The message read.

Idia shrieked as he got up from the bench. Dusting off his clothes and telling himself not to act too weird. "Idia!" He heard someone call out to him. He stared at your figure coming closer to him as he looked at you in awe.

"Score! They're a total babe! Ez 10/10." Idia flashed his sharp teeth as he smiled at you. A sudden wave of confidence overcame him as he waved at you. "Y/N, I'm glad you could come."

"Mhm! Sorry for keeping you waiting." You told him as you linked your arm to his. Okay, that sudden confidence was gone. "Woah Idia! I didn't know your hair could do that!" You laughed as you smiled at his now pink hair.

...

You and Idia arrived at your desired location. When Idia found out you lived around the area he couldn't contain his excitement. Better yet the yearly fair was visiting so he immediately decided to invite you to go with him.

As you went up to the ticket booth Idia had bought your tickets. You thanked him as you promised to treat him to whatever foods he wanted to try. "Woah! Look Idia!" You told him as you pointed at one of the rollercoasters. "We should try that one!"

Idia looked at the ride you wanted to go on and gulped. "That one has a lot of swirls..."

"I know! Hahaha! Come on let's go line up!" As you lined up you both soon arrived at the front. After giving the necessary tickets to the person supervising the ride you both went to sit down.

Buckling up and lowering the bar you secure yourself in place. You laughed once more at Idia's scared expression. "Oh come on Idia it won't be that bad." The ride soon started as your cart began going up on the rails before dropping abruptly.

Idia screamed as he held onto the bar for dear life. Idia's eyes landed on your form. His screams of terror stopped as he sweat-dropped. You yourself were holding onto the bar with a serious grip. Your eyes closed as you shrieked.

After the ride, you and Idia agreed to not go on any more roller coasters. For your next ride, you decided to keep it simple and go on the teacup ride. When it began Idia was delighted when he found out you could spin the cup.

He had begun spinning the plate to make the cup rotate as you screamed at him to slow down. "W-Wait Idia-!" You gasped as you clutched onto your seat so you would not fall off.

As it ended Idia stumbled around. "I shouldn't have done that..." He said as he put a hand over his mouth.

You on the other hand laughed it off and began dragging him to a food stall. "So many options...what about the churros? That sounds delicious." Idia perked up at this. "Ah yes! I've seen videos of people getting them here they look yummy."

You nodded your head. As you looked around the park you saw a lonely bench and made Idia sit down. "You wait here alright? I'll go buy them."

"Are you sure you want to go alone?"

"Yeah I'll be fine, you just try to stop your head from spinning." Chuckling you made your way to the line. As Idia sat patiently his heart dropped when he heard a familiar voice. "Ah, Idia! How are you."

Idia had a terrified expression as he saw the main four. "Eek! What are you guys doing here!?"

Ace rolled his eyes. "Having fun, and you? I saw Ortho hanging out with some of his buddies but I didn't see you."

"This is horrible! I feel like a criminal that's just been caught." Idia scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "Well, I'm just hanging out ya know?"

Yuu laughed at him. "Well, I hope you are not here alone." Duece nodded his head. "Well be more than happy to have you join us if you would like."

"Who said I was here alone?!" Idia thought as he scowled.

"Myah! I actually saw him with someone. I wasn't sure it was him but now I'm sure!" Grim said as he grinned. "Woah there! Maybe Idia is on a date!" Ace gasped as he began to laugh.

Idia's hair turned pink at the tips as he began shaking his head in disagreement. "I-im not! Who said that!?"

"It's nothing to be ashamed of Idia." Duece smiled at him. "I'm not ashamed-!" Idia's voice trailed into a whisper as he saw you walk up to him.

"Hey, Idia I'm back." You smiled at him and then at the others. "Oh hello! Are you some of Idia's friends? I'm Y/N!" The others stared in shock as Ace quickly leaned down to whisper in Idia's ear. "Okay, what did you do to bag a complete hottie."

You began making conversation with Yuu and Duece as you noticed the furry animal below you. "O..m..g! How cute!" You smiled as you bent down to pat Grim on the head.

"Hey! I'm not a pet!" In your hand, you had the paper bag filled with the churros. "Aww, you are just the sweetest thing aren't you!" Taking a churro out of the bag you gave it to him. "I guess I am..." His ears fell as he took the treat out of your hand and ate it. "So cute!" You said as you began to stand up.

You blushed as you realized the others were all staring at you. "O-oh I'm sorry..." You mumbled as you giggled. Idia simply bawled his hand as he smiled in contentment. "They are a cat lover..."

"So Y/N you here on a date with Idia?" Grim asked as he motioned to the bag to have more. You gave him another one as you nodded your head. "Well...it was never officially a date but I guess so!" You laughed as you continued to feed Grim more treats.

Soon they bid fer well as you waved at them. A pout on Idia's face as you sat down next to him. "Hm? What's wrong?" You asked him. "That was embarrassing..." He muttered.

You intertwined your hand with his. "Well, I'm glad your friends were nice about it though. Well..." Standing up you pulled Idia along too. "We should probably get back in line."

"Huh? For what?"

"The Churros, I gave them all to the cute cat."

[maybankslover]

I think I found the love of my life- rafe cameron

rafe cameron x middle class mainland!reader

warnings: fluff, soulmates, instant connections, rafe isn't a psycho.

summary: on one simple night they found eachother without knowing they were soulmates.

playlist: (I could make a huge playlist but) delicate, enchanted and gold rush by taylor swift

the night they met was one of those times where people think well then fate actually exists. a gathering neither of them wanted to assist, a friend of ward who also was a friend of her dad was turning fifty.

rafe was the only one from his family assisting as it was on the mainland where he now lived and the man celebrating had helped him a lot while moving there so he had to go. y/n went with her parents, she really appreciated the man. jack sullivan was a good man indeed.

she spotted the blonde nineteen y/o right away and instantly thought "that's the man I'm gonna marry."

jack was fast to introduce the two who he considered as his niece and nephew. they quickly learned that rafe was younger than her by a few months which she used to tease him all night even tho that even with high heels on she was still a bit shorter than him.

rafe got mesmerised by the sight of this beautiful unknown girl, he remembered jack mentioning a few times some niece he had and how cute of a couple they would make. y/n was the girl he was talking about.

"cmon cameron dance a little." she took his hand in hers, some old bon jovi song played as they sang along.

"so you are from kooklandia." y/n said as she sat beside him with a drink in hand.

"If you wanna call it that, yeah I am." He smiled at her. "where are you from?"

"here, well I am like an hour away from here but born and raised at mainland. just on a neighbourhood not at the center city."

"cool, is it nice?"

"depends on the day, it's not a rich neighbourhood if that's what you are asking." she took a sip from her drink. "what are you doing at the mainland alone?"

"college and getting a bit of space from the island." He shifted his body a bit to get closer to her. "do you study?"

"I'll be starting next semester, took me a while to figure it out. did you know right away?"

"nah, just studying something that will work for when I take over my dad's company but if I'm being honest I don't know what the hell I'm doing with my life." she laughed at that and rafe felt his heart stop for a little, she had the prettiest smile ever.

"I think that no one our age actually knows what they're doing."

at three am they said their goodbyes, exchanged instagrams and went on their separate ways.

that night as he laid in his bed, rafe couldn't shake off the feeling of his chest that the connection they had was something unique, his last relationship ended pretty badly and he hadn't healed just yet.

rafe knew he couldn't date her before he was ready to, he couldn't fuck things up with this girl, who hadn't been afraid to flirt, tease and make fun of him without a care in the world. he had never met someone as genuine as her.

y/n couldn't get him out of her mind, the sensations she felt. she just didn't know how to move on but he hadn't text her so even if they saw each others posts, y/n wasn't brave enough to talk to him. she had liked him too much.

the next few months most of her talks with her friends about him went like this.

"He didn't felt the same way. I must be going insane." "he's so cute i wanna die." "that man is my future husband."

as for rafe he thought of her in the most random ways and times. he needed to talk to her, a year and a half had gone by before a reply to a instagram story he had posted got to him.

"look at that. troy bolton's in tha house" from @y/n.y/l/n to a pic of his playing basketball.

the smile on his face as he shouted "wooohoooo". the following days were filled with texts. Good morning, good night, teasing eachother about their musical taste till he found the courage to ask her out.

cameron boy: you promised me to show me your city. when are we doing that?

y/n/n: 'm free on Saturday or Sunday the rest of the days I'm at work or college. we can go to a few cafes I know and walk around the city for a bit.

cameron boy: I got a car now, we can drive around too

cameron boy: and I'd take you home after if it gets too late, dw about that

y/n/n: I live about an hour away, half an hour without traffic.

cameron boy: hey don't worry about it, I prefer taking you home rather than letting you take a bus at night

y/n/n: alright cameron, thank u💘

he waited for her at the bus station she told him to. when she got to him with that bright smile, blue jeans and grey jumper he realized how fucked he was for a girl he didn't know that much.

in her head enchanted by taylor swift was playing.

that was the first of so many dates, and when they hitted the one year mark her insecurities started to resurge. about how differents their economies actually are, most of her money goes to paying for college. he knows she can't go out most of the time cause of that and even if rafe doesn't really care about any of that her mind can't stop itself from comparing herself with many other things too. like his ex gf, she knows he was still in love with her when they met. his first love, some big shit to get over with. y/n knows rafe loves her but sometimes wonders if he'll go back to kildare and leave her there and just go get back with his ex, who's in his same status and well his first love after all.

"sweets, what's going on?" rafe sat beside the cuddled up girl in his sofa.

"nothing, my mind just won't shut up." she murmurs and he puts his hand in her leg, trying to comfort her.

"tell me about it baby." the sweetness in his voice made her feel like the worst person in the world just for thinking what she's thinking.

"no, you'll think I'm crazy."

"c'mon I already think that." both of them softly laughed.

"I'm just a bit insecure."

"what about?" He looked at her while her sight was fixated at the coffee table in front of her.

"I just, are you happy with me? like actually cause I know I can't spend as much money as you can and we stay in most of weekends and you are just twenty rafe I'm ripping your youth."

"hey hey hey, there's no one I love most in this world than you. I don't care about how much money you have and I love staying in with you, I love waking up next to you and on weekends are the only days that we can truly be together. so no baby you are not ruining my youth." rafe kneeled in front of her forcing her to look at him. "I love you more than I've ever loved anyone. you are my safe space and the first person to ever show me how it is to be loved right, I wouldn't change this. not now, not ever."

"I'm sorry rafey." her tears started to fall and he was quick to take her in his arms. "I love you too."

"I know honey, I know."

they were on their way to tanyhill, their second anniversary just around the corner and rafe's graduation was weeks away now. ward surprisingly liked y/n even if her status was much lower than theirs, he saw the potential in the hardworking girl and how good she had been for his son.

"I found the one I'm gonna marry dad. our souls are just I don't know how to explain it. just this connection." ward smiled at this, his son had settled down. "so I'm here to ask you for mom's ring, I'm not gonna propose right now. she's still studying and we're too young but I want to have it with me."

"I'm glad rafe, she's a good one. I'll have your mom's ring tomorrow for you son."

twenty eight and twenty seven. now at their weeding ceremony.

"did you think we would end up here the day jack introduced us?" rafe asked his now wife, as they danced a slow song.

"I hoped for it but I didn't really think we could ever happen. I was just so enchanted to meet you."

only focused on each other even with more than one hundred people there with them

masterlist

[humanpurposes]

I would love to suggest more than request this: 020. jamming out to a christmas song, and inflicting the pain of holiday songs on someone else

With Billy Washington. Like post events of TP and he’s healing. Happy even. Boy deserves some light.

Thank you for the request! This turned out quite bittersweet I think, I was listening to Phoebe Bridger's Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas and it sort of flowed from there 🌫️

A Sad Christmas Song

Billy Washington x reader

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of trauma, depression, yk the drill with Billy Wash

A/n: Not as sad as it sounds, I promise :)

Main Masterlist // Christmas Masterlist

A gentle Christmas song drifts through the speaker on the coffee table. You’re on the sofa sipping from a mug of tea just so you have something to do. Billy texted you half an hour ago to say he was on the way home. You’re waiting for the familiar sound of his key unlocking the door.

You’re about to check your phones when it comes. You turn towards the door as Billy walks in wrapped up in a black jacket over his suit and the red beanie you’d bought for him after he complained that the weather was getting too cold. He looks at you across the room. He’s frowning.

“Oh, Billy,” you say.

He can’t even say how the interview went, he just presses his lips together and unzips his jacket with his head hanging. 

You’ve been watching this unfold for months. He’s sent out ten job applications since Halloween and for the most part he’s heard nothing back but rejection emails, that is if they bother to say anything at all. Where’s the dignity in being ghosted by a corporation? But this was the one place that didn’t shut him down, the first place that had given him an interview. He had been nervous when he left this morning, but he wanted it, really wanted it. 

Back in September, you’d noticed a new barista working in the cafe opposite your office building. He was tall, with overgrown dirty blond hair, with these beautiful wide eyes and a coy little smile every time he took your order. The coffee was terrible, bless him, but he was cute enough that you kept coming back.

You’d talk over the counter when it was quiet sometimes. His name was Billy, originally from Nottingham, which you’d guessed by the midlands accent, but he’d moved to London with his family when he was a teenager. Working in a cafe had never been a career goal for him.

“So what is?” you had asked.

Billy looked utterly lost, but he tried to laugh it off. “I’m still figuring that out.”

There was a lot he was figuring out. He was in therapy after a close encounter with a bomb that had been planted in his own car. “My fault,” he said. He’d gotten himself involved with something he shouldn’t have that summer. Naturally you were skeptical. It was hard for him to talk about it, you could tell, and the last thing you wanted to do was push him. He said he was leaving that behind him, that talking through it with the therapist was helping, and his sister was offering some much needed perspective.

Then there was the ex-girlfriend; he didn’t want to tell you her name which you were sort of thankful for. “My fault again.” He seemed to think a lot of things were his fault. Things had been tough after the bomb scare. It was months before he could get himself into a car, and every time he did he would have to check the glove box. He woke up with nightmares most nights, shaking, sweating, crying. Eventually it became too much for the ex-girlfriend to deal with and once she’d moved out he was struggling to cover his rent. He said he would have lost the place if his sister hadn’t helped him out with the payments. 

Time went on. Billy got better at making coffee– as long as it was americanos and iced lattes– and after dropping a few hints that went completely over his head you finally bit the bullet and asked him for a drink.

You’d been seeing each other for a month when your own contract was up on your flat. It felt a bit fast but you figured you had nothing to lose. Move in with me.

You’re both still finding your feet in this new place, a cramped little one bedroom flat north of King’s Cross. You’ve done your best to decorate it for Christmas, fairy lights, candles and a little Christmas tree in the window. There are all sorts of things you want to do, host a dinner party, finally learn to bake gingerbread and it comes with the excitement of it being your first Christmas with Billy. It’s just a shame the job hunting has been casting a shadow over the season, even though you can tell Billy’s trying not to let it get in the way.

He mutters something under his breath, hangs his jacket up and slips his shoes off, but is less forgiving to the suit jacket and his tie, tossing them over the arm of the sofa. He tugs at his shirt collar before tearing the top few buttons undone and ruffles his hair with one hand. 

“I just feel…” his voice is quiet and thick. He collapses on the sofa beside you, arm instinctively draping around your shoulders as you curl into him, running your hand over his stomach, over the soft fabric of his shirt. His body is more than warm, the heat kept in by his jacket. His aftershave has mostly disappeared, he smells like himself and you can’t get close enough to him.

“Feel what?” you ask.

“God, I feel so stupid.”

You angle your head to look at him, ear pressed against his chest, over his heart. “You’re not stupid, Billy.”

“I panicked though. They were asking all these questions and I was stuttering like an idiot.”

“You’re allowed to make mistakes, and you’ll get better with practice.”

“What if I don’t get better? What if I…”

It breaks your heart to see those blue eyes glistening with tears. 

You sit up properly, legs tucked under yourself. You take Billy’s face in your hands, his cheeks rough with golden stubble. And a sad Christmas song drifts through the speaker. 

You’ll never get used to how dark it gets in the winter. It’s not even five o’clock and it could be midnight outside. Coloured lights flash from the street, through the open curtains; Christmas lights; shop signs; traffic lights. The room flickers with golden lights from the tree, the candles on the side table. Billy’s face is bathed in warmth and shadows.

You kiss him delicately, letting your lips linger against his as you take a breath.

He pulls you onto his lap by your hips, wide hands stroking along the curve of your waist. 

“You’re doing better everyday, I see it, Bill.”

He nods his head unsurely, like he’s trying to convince himself it’s true. “I’m trying,”

“And that’s all you can do. Something will work out, you’ll see.”

Looking into his eyes still strikes your heart like electricity. They’re wide and pleading. He leans up to kiss you again, keeping you close to him with a hand in your hair. Your hands fall against his chest, fingertips settling at the opening of his shirt. It doesn’t feel close enough. You slip your hands underneath the fabric to feel his skin and the edge of his silver chain.

Then he starts to smile.

“What?” you ask, holding back a grin of your own. You love the way Billy smiles, the way his lips curl and his eyes light up. It’s imperfect and charming and so infectious.

The sad song has ended. An upbeat, synthy melody appears next on the playlist, a song you’ve loved for so many Christmases.

“I’m just happy,” he says, “and I’m sorry if I don’t seem it.”

Your heart sinks and lifts, lurching between aching and an overwhelming urge to take him into your arms and never ever let him go.

You take one of his hands and kiss his knuckles. “You don’t need to apologise to me.”

“Sorry– fuck,” you both giggle to each other. “No, but I know it’s hard to put up with me.”

“Billy, that’s not your fault.”

He settles his hand against your cheek, keeping his thumb at the corner of your lips. “There were times this year where I thought… I couldn’t picture myself being happy again. And I’m so glad that’s been proved wrong.”

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ PADDOCK TO PADDOCK (LN) PART 3

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lando norris x fem!horse rider!reader

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yourusername i CANNOT BELIEVE i am writing this post😭 so so so insanely excited to announce that mr. bean and i have qualified for paris 2024!!!!! we have an insane year of training ahead of us, but i could not be happier. thank you to every single person who made this possible. i’m gonna go cry now. maybe get drunk. WE ARE OLYMPIANS BABY‼️

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user6 OH MY GODDDD Y/N CONGRATULATIONS

user3 omg i’m officially an olympian stan

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yourusername i miss you crazy girl, let’s meet soon!

flo_norris_showjumping @/yourusername i’m sure you’ll be at family dinners soon enough🤪

lilymhe ALEX AND I JUST BURST INTO TEARS THATS OUR BABY!!!!!

user1 omg mr. bean is a living legend

charles_leclerc congratulations, friend!

user5 CHARLESSSS🥹

yourusername thank you charles!❤️

user8 i love how y/n changes the colour of her hearts based on the drivers’ team😭

landonorris guess i’ll meet him now he’s an olympian🙄 congrats though, y/n/n🧡

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user9 finally😍

user1 ur awful. get a life?

user3 no but she was so excited :( why would she leave early?

user7 f1updates get out of everyone’s business challenge

user1 she looks tired :/

user4 read a source that said she and lando were seen having a ‘heated conversation’ earlier :(

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a/n: that’s it for part 3!!! cute holiday and then boom. angst???? gonna have to come back to find out what happens👀

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[chrrychills]

Hii I really liked your sbg Tyler x reader relationship headcannons! Could you do a Tyler x reader we’re Tyler sees the reader wearing his shirt or hoodie or smth. Headcannons or one shot or whatever you want is fine. Thanks!

sweatshirt .

tyler hernandez « wearing his clothes!

it wasn't uncommon for you and tyler to spend time together after school, wether that be watching a movie, studying, napping, or something else. he was at your house four out of the five school days. the two of you had spent your wednesday afternoon studying– tyler insisted, considering the biology test you had the next day that you were not prepared for.

after a few hours, tyler had left. you two figured you had done enough studying, and he had to get home to make dinner. during his quick departure, he had left his sweatshirt draped over the back of your desk chair. when you noticed it, the thought of wearing it hadn't crossed your mind. it wasn't yours, after all. but as the hours ticked by, you were finally bored enough to just put it on. you had slipped it on and curled up in bed, scrolling through your phone.

as mentioned earlier, tyler was at your house frequently. this being said, he didn't feel the need to text you that he was gonna come back and pick up his hoodie. the last thing he expected was to see you cuddled up in bed, wearing his sweatshirt. he almost forgot how to breathe for a second.

"hey, tyler. why are you back?" you asked, your eyes flickering up to him in confusion.

"uh... i left my sweatshirt here." he responded quietly, leaning against the doorframe. the realization hit you in the face– you were currently wearing the sweatshirt he was looking for.

"oh– shit, sorry!" you said, immediately shooting out of bed to pull the sweatshirt off. you handed it to him with an adverting gaze, praying he wouldn't say anything about it. he hesitated before grabbing the sweatshirt from you, his ears flushing pink.

"it's fine. it, uh, looks good on you. you should– you should wear my clothes more often." he cleared his throat, looking away in what you assumed was embarrassment.

"...i'll keep that in mind."

lacey's notes: i wasn't even gonna post tdy but this request was so cute i felt like i had to. sorry if the end is ooc or seems unfinished i was struggling with it.

thank you for requesting!

[silverynight]

Mysterious boyfriend

Kota is sure Midoriya-sensei is dating someone, and he is going to find out who that person is.

The first thing he does is go to his friend, Eri; she's the only one who knows Midoriya enough to actually have information about it.

"I don't think he does," she says, narrowing her eyes at Kota's question as they walk inside the UA. "But if he somehow has a partner, it has to be Bakugo-san!"

Kota rolls his eyes at the name.

"Of course not!" He huffs. "I follow Mr. Explosion on Instagram and X and he would have posted something about dating Midoriya-sensei. He wouldn't be able to resist."

"It seems like you don't like Bakugo-san," Eri pouts, making him feel a little bit bad already.

"I'm not sure he's a good choice for Deku," Kota argues, although he hears the hesitation in his own voice. He knows Dynamight is completely in love with their teacher and practically worships him, even if Midoriya himself has no idea.

"Are you kidding me?" Eri says, a little bit defensive. "He's perfect for him! They have known each other their whole lives! And Bakugo-san looks at him like Deku is his entire world! They'd be really good together!"

Alright. Maybe she has a point, but Kota has to solve a mystery first.

"Well, even if they'd make a good couple, they're not together. Bakugo-san wouldn't be able to hide it. Besides, I'm sure he wouldn't want to keep it a secret."

"I think you're right," she says, a little bit reluctantly. "But what makes you think Midoriya-sensei is dating someone?"

"Let me show you..."

That's how they start observing their teacher, especially when he's on break or thinks no one is looking at him.

"You see that? There's no way he prepared that bento box for himself! Look at how good it looks!"

"You're right..." Eri agrees, nodding. "There's no way. He doesn't take that much time making food for himself. I've seen him eating instant noodles a couple of times."

Midoriya takes out his phone during his lunch break and starts texting someone. His cheeks turn slightly pink, and he starts giggling in a suspicious way.

"Yeah, definitely talking to his partner or crush there," Kota nods to himself.

Eri smiles softly at the scene.

"So cute! He's truly in love!"

Kota is not so sure about that, but it certainly looks like he's into the other person.

But there's no concrete proof of him being in a relationship.

Kota and Eri start hanging out a lot because they like to discuss their teacher and his secret love life. The problem is that they only do it at school, so one of those days, their classmates hear them, and they want to talk about it too.

Now the whole class 1A is trying to figure out whom Midoriya-sensei is dating.

Even though they're not sure if that's the case at all.

Someone says it has to be one of his friends, so they start by observing his interactions with them every time the pro heroes stop by the UA to help class 1A learn about hero work.

Another person is sure Midoriya-sensei is dating Uravity, but Kota dismisses that idea quickly because he's sure the boy who suggested it just ships them together. They look like very good friends though.

The thing they notice and everyone agrees on is that Dynamight is definitely in love with their teacher.

And Kota has to agree, he's not subtle at all; they usually find them talking in the hallway before class begins, and the explosive pro hero couldn't be more obvious if he tried.

"Maybe Midoriya-sensei is dating him," another boy says, and Eri immediately high-fives him.

"Do you really think Dynamight-san would keep it a secret if that was the case?" Kota asks, looking from Eri to that other boy quickly.

"I think you're right," a girl behind him agrees. "He'd say it out loud as soon as he could. Maybe even post it on his social media as soon as possible."

"But are we sure he's dating someone?"

"No, but the homemade bento is certainly suspicious."

When Pinky comes to the UA and has lunch with their sensei, a couple of their questions are answered.

Or that's what they think.

Ashido seems to be constantly teasing their teacher about a man, so they all assume he has a boyfriend.

"We're still not sure they're actually dating–"

Eri gently elbows the boy before he says anything else and Kota silently thanks her for it.

Aizawa narrows his eyes at the window that leads to the hallway and stares for a moment before he continues eating his lunch. Midoriya and Ashido, or any other of the teachers in the break room, don't seem to notice.

"If your Dad realizes what we're doing, we're screwed," Kota whispers to Eri as they both sit on the floor.

"Absolutely."

Later that day, they watch as Midoriya walks pro hero Pinky towards the parking lot.

Eri and Kota follow them close.

"I think it's cute he makes bento for you every single morning even though you don't live together yet. He loves you so much!"

"Ashido, please!" Midoriya stammers, as his face turns completely red.

"What? You know it's–oh, hi, there guys!"

Both Eri and Kota blush when the pro hero notices them.

Midoriya-sensei narrows his big, green eyes in confusion.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be heading home already? Do you need a ride?"

Kota shakes his head, slightly embarrassed. He feels bad for spying on Deku, but the truth is that he worries about him. He needs to make sure his teacher has a good boyfriend.

"We wanted an autograph!" Eri says quickly before pulling Kota closer.

Ashido seems delighted.

***

"Do you think it's pro hero Shoto?" One of the girls asks, as they all gather in the gym. If the teachers have noticed that all of class 1A have been spending a lot of time together, they haven't mentioned anything.

"Just because we saw them hugging outside it doesn't mean he's the boyfriend!" The boy who ships Uravity with Midoriya-sensei argues, a little bit irritated.

Kota admits that he has a point nonetheless.

"They seem to be just friends."

"Pro hero Shoto definitely has a thing for Midoriya-sensei."

There's a small discussion after that, mostly carried by the ones who don't like that pairing. Kota regrets involving everyone in this mess; they seem to be treating it like a game and it's not.

Eri looks like she's worried too.

"I think we should stop."

Everyone starts arguing and talking at the same time, but at the end of the day they agree not to discuss their teacher's love life anymore.

Kota thinks is for the best, even though he'd like to know, mostly to make sure the mysterious boyfriend is a good person and won't hurt his sensei's feelings.

"I think it's cute how much you worry about him." Eri says the next day, after Kota tells her about his concerns.

He blushes.

"I'm not..."

"I worry about him too, you know?"

Kota smiles at her, feeling a bit less embarrassed. Midoriya is class 1A's teacher, but it's different for Eri and himself; to them he's Deku, the hero, and their friend, almost like an older brother, the one who saved them when they needed him the most.

And they just want him to be happy.

***

When Kota sees class 1A gathered around their sensei in the parking lot he worries, especially when he sees a tall guy with a helmet on his head, hopping off a very expensive bike approaching Midoriya.

Eri is probably thinking the same because she looks at him with worry before saying: "Let's go before they say something-"

"Can we meet your boyfriend, Midoriya-sensei?"

"My what?" the teacher stammers as he turns into a deep shade of red.

"The one who always makes luch for you!"

The guy wearing the helmet snorts.

"That'd be me." He says, and he sounds ridiculously smug about it.

Kota is not sure he likes him.

"Kacchan!"

"Great!" Eri cheers, absolutely happy. "I knew it!"

Does that mean what Kota thinks it means? He hopes not.

The man takes his helmet off and a few people gasp when they recognize him.

"Dynamight-san!"

"Listen, Kacchan does make me lunch and picks me up sometimes, and he also pays for my dinner, and he-"

"Yes, I'm his boyfriend." He cuts the flustered teacher off, smirking when Midoriya looks back at him in confusion. "We just started dating. We would've started years ago if he wasn't so damned oblivious, but at least he knows how much I love him now."

"Kacchan..." Midoriya-sensei is tearing up now, but he's grinning from ear to ear. Bakugo takes one of his hands and kisses his knuckles.

Ugh. Kota does not want to see this.

"Now, fuck off, brats! I'm going to take my boyfriend on a date now!"

"Don't swear in front of them, Kacchan!"

"Bet they know more curse words than I do!" Bakugo smirks, pulling the green haired teacher close to him before giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

"I still don't approve of him," Kota tells Eri, sounding a bit grumpy.

"You will!" She says, almost like a threat. "He's great! Besides, can't you see he adores Deku?"

"I suppose he does," Kota admits, albeit reluctantly. "But I'll keep an eye on him nonetheless!"

"Of course you will," she says, nodding, although he can see she's rolling her eyes already.

Despite not liking Bakugo that much, Kota knows Eri is right. He makes their sensei very happy.

***

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[cottonlemonade]

Call Me Baby

word count: 723 || avg. reading time: 3 mins.

pairing: Atsumu x chubby female manager!Reader

genre: fluff

warnings: mentions of possible catcalling, swearing once, cause Atsumu

request: medium Cherry Lemonade with a slice of ginger for Atsumu || fluffy, Atsumu protects you, as manager

Atsumu’s day so far had been excellent and was only about to get better. After quite an incessant amount of annoying (begging) you to study with him for your exams, you had agreed to let him walk you home so you could hit the books together. He checked his hair in the reflection of a window while he waited outside the gym for you to finish up your post-training talk with the coach.

About to pull out his phone to text you to hurry up, he let his eyes wander across the campus in the evening light and then spotted your familiar chubby figure coming out of the coach’s office. A wide grin spread across his face and he called out, jogging to catch up.

You were deep in thought about the work you still had to do that night, the analysis report the coach asked for and the history paper you still had to proof-read, when you heard hurried footsteps approaching.

“Y/n.”, Atsumu grinned and despite knowing better, you felt your fatigue wash away.

He was practically bouncing, his excitement contagious and soon enough you were matching his energetic stride.

The way back to your home led through a street of restaurants and bars which were bright and cheerful. Sometimes, however, like tonight, there was a group of men standing outside one of these establishments, drinking and smoking, laughing loudly and making comments you were happy were too slurred to understand.

You slowed and Atsumu looked at you in amused confusion.

“What’s wrong?”, he asked.

You focused on the group of men that had already spotted you and were getting ready to catcall.

“Let’s take a different street. There is this new snack I wanna try and one street over is a convenience store.”

Atsumu gave a snort, obviously not buying your story for one second and when he followed your gaze saw what you were trying to avoid.

“It’ll be fine. I’m here after all. Let‘s go.”

With an annoyingly confident smirk he turned back around and took a step forward, waiting for you.

He tried to look as natural as possible walking down the street towards the men, having switched sides with you so you would be out of grabbing distance - he kept one eye on them and one on you. The men began to jeer as you came closer. You were only 30 metres or so away.

He was going to turn to you and tell you again not to worry but then he felt your hand slip into his.

When Atsumu gently grabbed your wrist to remove your hand you thought you must have overstepped and didn’t expect him to lace his fingers with yours two rapid heartbeats later. You looked at him and were met with a cheeky grin.

“To make it more believable.”, he explained with a wink.

As you drew closer to the men, he could feel you tense up and began to rub soothing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb, your skin prickling with electricity at his touch.

Atsumu felt invincible with your hand in his. Maybe he could distract you. He quickly considered talking about a book he knew (from casual constant staring) you were currently reading but a moment later a more fun thought crossed his mind.

“Babe, what do you feel like for dinner?”

You looked at him in shock and he had to suppress a chuckle.

You were now only 10 metres away.

"Atsumu-san… "

He whispered, "No no, call me baby."

Your eyes grew bigger and he actually had to laugh at your expression.

You were now walking past the men.

“Hm princess, ya want me to cook for ya? Ah, I can never say no to ya.”, he said sweetly, “Damn, look at you, blushing so cutely.”

He still did not let go of your hand when you crossed the street, enjoying the moment way too much. He felt drunk on excitement, on the thrill of having been so forward. He practically confessed, right? Osamu owed him money now, since he had managed it before the week was out.

“Babe?”, you asked in disbelief as you were out of earshot of the men.

“You don’t like “babe“? How about “love“?”, he teased and ran away laughing when you began to hit him in indignation.

a/n: he is such an idiot. Thank you so much for this fun prompt! ✨ @s4lemsstuff ✨

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[jog-hog]

Siblings and secrets don't mix

Dipper x Pacifica

W/C: 1k+

Summary: Mabel's trying to figure out who Dipper is texting so much and finds out it's a certain popular princess of Gravity Falls.

Note: This fic is pure fluff absolutely tooth rotting also I've never posted a fic on Tumblr before I'm mainly an AO3 user so sorry for any formatting issues!

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Back in Gravity Falls

After the events of their first stay in Gravity Falls the twins are not only well known,semi-well-liked they have friends. Friends that come and meet them at the bus as they pull up, friends that sneak out the house to hang out with them and recently friends that text them A LOT when they're not in Gravity Falls.

Dipper had never been big on the whole phone thing instead enjoying nature whenever possible and appreciating literature and writing but recently Mabel's noticed theres been a significant rise in notifications and a very big increase in him checking them (and him showering has gone up marginally). Mabel knew what this meant.

All signs pointed to pine tree having...a girlfriend ?! Of course Mabel has been in her fair share of relationships so it's not really a shocker but Dipper? She didn't even know someone could like Dipper back!

However whenever she'd try to introduce the topic to their conversations he'd shut it down quickly... suspiciously quickly.

Heres what she knew: they texted ALL THE TIME which means they're probably not in our school since she's also caught him sneaking peaks at his phone in school, they care about Dipper showering and that's about it...he really is a stubborn one isn't he? So obviously she had to concoct a plan, dare she say a plot to look onto Dippers phone and answer the very important question: WHO ARE THEY??

As Mabel sat awake in bed trying to figure out who it was she went down her mental list of potential suitors. She knew they weren't that far, Mabel probably knows them too...

Then a lightbulb moment occured

"GRAVITY FALLS!"

She though to herself jumping up in bed, it had to be. Theres only one person, one possible person: Pacifica Northwest! Mabel couldn't believe it, she always got a vibe from the two but couldn't sell herself on it due to Candy's crush but given she's over it and that the two are texting non stop it just HAD to be Pacifica!

In the morning Mabel awoke to the sound of tapping on a phone, Dipper was awake before her which was abnormal and even stranger he was on his phone! Mabel looked at him and smirked

"Who're you texting lil bro?"

"No one!" Dipper exclaimed going red and hiding his phone away from his twin.

"Aw come on Dip we're twins we need to tell eachother everything!"

Dipper sighs going red, Mabel looks at him intently waiting for him to confirm her suspicions.

"..Well" he starts quietly "come closer I'm embarrassed" he says hiding his face in his hands. Mabel simply walks forward

"Whisper I promise I won't tell mom and dad come on!!" She begged

"I've been messaging Pacifica and..." He begins and stops just as quickly getting visibly embarrassed

"AND?" Mabel continues. "AND I think we're dating" he blurts out quickly like he's ripping a band aid off.

There's a silence until Mabel breaks it

"OH. MY. GOD" she begins rambling a mile a minute about how cute they are, begging to see the messages just to know SOMETHING, her little twin was in a relationship!

Dipper sits there laughing grabbing her after a few minutes of this intense rambling

"You can't tell anyone okay? If we tell mom and dad they won't let us go to Gravity Falls it's only a few weeks away now"

Mabel promises her silence and they go about their lives (with much more drama than once before).

On the bus ride to Gravity Falls Mabel notices some persistent texting occurring right next to her, she desperately wanted to know what they were talking about but Dipper would hide away every time she got close enough to read it. Dipper was being far too secretive about this relationship for Mabel's liking and as siblings she had to be annoying at least once on the bus ride over, at this…this was her calling.

Abruptly she snatches the phone out of Dippers hands and shoots herself to the other side of the backseats on the bus, he immediately yells at her to give it back and chases after her as she kicks him off, she begins reading and exclaims

“‘I MISS YOU SO MUCH??’ OMG ‘I LOVE YOU TOO’” she giggles looking at how adorable their conversation is as Dipper yells at her to stop, she continues anyways (as any good sibling would) until he finally manages to crawl over and grab his phone back. Mabel continues laughing as Dipper pouts.

“You need to stop doing things like that” Dipper says moping and shooting his sister a look.

“You need to stop hiding things from me nerd” Mabel says back, shooting him the same look but with a smug grin on her face.

Dipper still looked a bit upset, she realised she probably went a bit too far by reading it out, her smug smile dropped as she looked down at the ground and played with her sweater.

As the awkward silence grows Mabel pierces it again.

“Awkward sibling hug?” She proposes looking at him with a sympathetic ‘this is for real’ look on her face stretching her arms out toward him.

Dippers face breaks it's serious expression and a small smile creeps onto his face, exhaling and turning to face his sister.

“Awkward sibling hug” he says while quietly chuckling and messing with her hair after the semi-robotic “Pat Pat”.

Mabel laughs realizing they're near their real home Gravity Falls and naturally she takes her opportunity:

“We're close to getting off and seeing your new GIRLFRIE-” she says the last bit loudly even though there is no one on the bus at this point except for the poor bus driver who's had to witness all this. Dipper quickly puts his hand over her mouth and pulls away before she licks his palm (again). As they pull up Mabel notices how Dipper immediately scans the crowd for Pacifica as they make eye contact.

“They really like each other don't they ?” Mabel thinks to herself as she smiles and grabs her bags.

The two can't wait for another beautiful and terrifyingly strange summer in Gravity Falls.

[stardustrebels]

More of You- Chapter 5

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

WC: 1.7k

Rating: 18+ for eventual smut, MDNI

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Tags: No outbreak!AU. Coffee shop meet-cute with a slow-ish burn. Sickly sweet fluff with eventual smut. Joel Miller just deserves a good life, you know? Joel and reader have a teeny tiny age gap- Joel is 42, reader is mid 30s. Sarah is 19. No use of Y/N, minimal descriptions of reader. She has hair long enough to tie back and she wears skirts and dresses.

A/N: Joel Miller’s very bad no good morning pre-chapter 1. I just want to give this poor lonely saddie daddy a big hug. Of course, like a moth to a flame, the man’s drawn in by exemplary woodwork and the promise of good coffee. I hope you enjoy!

The first time Joel Miller saw you, it was a Monday. 

The kind of Monday that he guessed was going to be shitty from the moment he opened his eyes. He woke up half an hour before his alarm went off and stared at the ceiling, cursing the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, like the day had already gone wrong. 

The sun had barely risen, casting a faint orange glowing beam across the room through a gap in the curtains and straight in to his face. He groaned, slapping the top of his alarm before it even had a chance to sound. 

Seconds after he stood up, he stubbed his toe on the edge of his bed frame, cursing under his breath before limping his way to the bathroom. 

He got dressed and made it downstairs without further injury, sulking as he entered the kitchen, hoping to at least have a decent cup of coffee before leaving the house. He opened the cabinet and reached up to where the coffee tin usually sat. The coffee tin that wasn’t there. The coffee tin he’d forgotten to pick up a replacement for at the store yesterday. 

He gripped the edge of the counter, letting out a frustrated sigh and hung his head momentarily in silent defeat.

It was the type of Monday that would make anyone want to climb back in to bed and try again tomorrow. 

It also happened to be his birthday. 

And despite everything else that had happened so far, that fact was hands down the worst thing about today.

Sarah had left for college two weeks ago, and this was the first birthday he’d spend without her since she was born. 

The first time she called after he’d dropped her off, she said she would come back to spend his birthday with him. He’d insisted that she should be focusing on making friends and having fun, not worrying about her old man. After some back and forth, she’d relented, settling for sending him a picture of a hastily written I.O.U for ‘one amazing birthday celebration’ on a pink post-it note after they’d hung up.

In lieu of any coffee to drink, he leaned against the breakfast bar with a glass of orange juice and sifted through the small pile of birthday cards until he found the one with Sarah’s handwriting on it. The card had an obnoxiously large badge on the front- ‘it’s my birthday’ emblazoned on it in giant red letters. He huffed a laugh at it, shaking his head. 

Inside, she’d written that she’d told her Uncle Tommy she wanted picture evidence that he had worn the badge to the office. He sent her a text, despite knowing she wouldn’t be awake for hours. 

Thanks for the card, kiddo. And the badge. Not sure it’s clear enough though, could be bigger. Love you.

He placed the badge securely in his jacket pocket, ready to pin on his shirt when he got to the office. He figured if he didn’t, he’d never hear the end of it. 

By the time he left the house that morning, Joel felt unusually lonely. He’d been doing fine the last couple of weeks, or at least that’s what he told himself. 

The day after he dropped Sarah off, he’d realised just how quiet the house was without her. He had immediately thrown himself in to work, spending long days at the office, doing out-of-character site visits and offering to take Tommy’s client meetings. Anything to stay busy. 

By the time he got home every night, he had just enough energy to heat up some dinner and fall in to bed. It felt like the old days, when Sarah was younger. The days where he would work every hour God sent just to keep a roof over their heads, making himself sick with stress. Except this time around he didn’t get to see her little smiley face every morning to remind him that it was all worth it. 

Joel tried to ignore the little lump in his throat as he climbed in to his truck that morning, earlier than he would normally leave. The house felt emptier than it ever had. 

The traffic on the way in to the city was a nightmare, and he had to park a couple of blocks further away from the office than he usually did because of road closures. By the time he found a spot and turned off his engine, he was utterly miserable, the idea of trudging to the office against crowds of other commuters did nothing to improve his mood. He grabbed his jacket and slammed the truck door shut, muttering to himself.

He groaned inwardly as he immediately hit the don’t walk signal at the first crosswalk. As he waited, the building on the corner next to him caught his eye. He took a moment to admire the dark wood and worn decorative trim around the windows. He squinted through the bright morning sunshine at the sign above the door. Harrison’s it read, in gold handwritten letters. 

The crosswalk signal sounded, but he didn’t move. He glanced through the pane of glass in the wooden door. It was a coffee shop. He hesitated a moment, standing on the sidewalk as people brushed past him. The faint smell of fresh coffee wafted out as the door opened and closed in front of him. He glanced at his watch; he had meetings stacked like bricks and emails waiting to be answered, but he could spare a little time. 

“Screw it, why not?” He muttered under his breath, pushing open the door. A bell chimed above him as he stepped inside.

The place was cosy; not too modern but not stuffy either, with dark wood floors and mismatched tables and chairs. Shelves filled with old books lined the walls, peppered with sepia-toned photographs and various pieces of historical- looking memorabilia. Eclectic but not overwhelming, 

He ordered a black coffee at the counter, unable to return the barista’s cheery smile as he paid, and decided to settle in a seat near the window, thinking how nice it might be to just watch the world go by for a little while.

He stared down at his wrist, at the watch that Sarah had fixed for him all those years ago. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it meant the world to him. He missed her. Missed the sound of the music drifting from her room, the clatter of her hurried footsteps when she was late for school, the terrible movies she made him watch, even the endless chatter about her friends, classes, and the soccer team she was part of.

He knew that this was the way it had to be. She was nineteen now, finding her independence and figuring out who she was outside of their little family unit. That had always been the goal, hadn’t it? To raise her to stand on her own two feet. She needed space to grow, to succeed and stumble, and she needed to do it without him hovering. He knew that.

Still, it didn’t make it any easier. 

The barista arrived with his coffee, pulling him from his thoughts. He muttered a thanks and took a sip, letting his eyes scan the other customers around him. 

Then he saw you. 

As soon as he laid eyes on you, it felt like everything around him exploded in technicolour and the world snapped in to sharp focus all at once. You were sitting a few tables away, staring at your computer screen, entirely engrossed in whatever was on it, oblivious to anything going on around you. 

Joel’s heart was suddenly thrumming in his ears as loud as waves. Everything surrounding you seemed vivid, bathed in the yellow glow of the sunshine streaming in through the window. 

A lock of hair slipped over your shoulder as you tilted your head, causing a gentle shadow to fall across your face. You tucked it back behind your ear with delicate fingers, focus unwavering. You were the the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. 

He blinked, the thrumming in his ears was joined by an unfamiliar feeling swelling right under his sternum. His palms felt sweaty and goosebumps started to spread up his arms. He felt hot and cold. He needed air. 

He downed his coffee, grimacing at the stinging heat against his tongue, grabbed his jacket in one hand and the empty coffee cup in the other to place back on the counter as he passed it, making every effort not to draw any attention to himself. 

He pushed past a queue of people waiting for their coffees and out of the door, bell jingling behind him as he stepped back in to the morning air. He sucked in a deep breath. The feeling in his chest- the one that had hit him like a freight train - was still there. 

He braced his hands on his hips, head tilting back to stare up at the pale blue sky. A little voice in the back of his mind pointed out it looked bluer than it had before.  

“Get it together, Miller,” he muttered towards the heavens, willing his pulse to stop racing.

It wasn’t like him to get flustered. He wasn’t the kind of man who let his emotions run away from him. He’d just had a tough morning, that’s all. He mused that this might be brand new biological perk, unlocked with another year of his 40s. 

He took another deep breath, willing the tightness in his chest to ease as he began to walk, eyes fixed on the concrete in front of him as he passed the windows.

By the time he made it to the office, he’d convinced himself that the strange feeling had been because of his bad morning and the sudden change in temperature from the coffee. A delayed reaction. A ‘funny turn’, as his Grammy used to say, nothing more. 

He stopped outside the glass doors, frowning at his faint reflection in them. He reached in to his jacket pocket and took out the badge Sarah had sent him. He pinned it to his shirt and took a deep breath. 

Weirdest damn birthday I’ve ever had he thought as he pulled open the door and walked inside. 

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