#adorable beautiful world wide handsome

[luveline]

hellooo!! im not sure if your requests are open so feel free to ignore this but i was wondering if you could write for tasm!peter where the reader just got her wisdom teeth removed and she’s all loopy on anesthetics and forgets peter is her boyfriend? i saw this video where this girl got her wisdom teeth pulled and forgot she was dating her boyfriend and fell in love with him all over again😭😭

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPR7sGQo5/

thank you for your request! ♡ fem, 1k

"Here she is," the nurse says gently, walking you out with his arm behind your back. "Alright, say hi to Peter." 

"Hi, Peter," you mumble, eyes on the floor. 

Peter grins at you, worry warm at the back of his throat. "Hey. Is that everything?" he asks, nodding at the nurses paper bag of aftercare. 

"Everything you'll need." The nurse helps Peter take over, hoisting your arm over his shoulders before stepping away. "Alright, feel better, okay? And don't hesitate to call if something comes up. We're here to look after you." 

You seem appreciative in your fog, but it's hard to tell. Peter curls his arm around your hip and gives it a soft rub as he leads you to the stairs. Whoever devised the floor plan here had murder on their mind —the second floor is completely inaccessible. Luckily, Peter has a lot of strength at his disposal. 

You can feel it. "Woh, you're strong," you murmur. 

"You know that already." His grip on you tightens, pretty much carrying you down the tight staircase. 

"Do I?" you ask. You make a sound like you're hurting, a squeak. 

"I'd hope so." At the end of the staircase, he sits you down, worried you're not feeling well. "You okay? I can princess carry you if you need me to." 

You look at him with wide eyes. He turns to check there's no one standing behind him, but you're really looking at him. "What?" he asks, touching your knee, imploring. "You look like you've seen a ghost." 

"You're Peter?" you ask. 

Ah, the amnesiac effect of anaesthetic. His touch turns comforting, stroking your thigh with as much care as he can drive into his palm alone. "That's me. Hey, if you're forgetting me, does that mean you're not mad at me for last Friday anymore? 'Cos I know you said you forgive me but I can tell it still pisses you off–" 

Your eyes fall to his hand. "Why would I be mad at you?" you ask. 

"I finished the milk and put the carton back in the fridge, even though I promised I'd stop doing it. You see the jug and think there's milk left. We were gonna have macaroni and cheese..." He nudges your fingers with his. "Are you okay? You don't look like yourself."

"What do I usually look like?" 

"Not so, you know. Daunted." 

"You're really handsome," you whisper, refusing to meet his eye. 

"Oh, you think so?" 

You nod like your head is too heavy. You're embarrassed, you sweetheart, oh my god Peter could cry into your lap. 

"Let's get you to the car, baby." 

"Where are we going?" The gauze gives you the world's most adorable lisp, and it turns your gasp into a hum as Peter stands you up. 

"Home." 

"Together?" 

"Yeah, we live together. It's a nice place, and you're a great decorator, you know? It's cozy." 

"Thank you," you say shyly. 

You're not not shy with him, but it's been a long time since you got so quiet over a practically innocuous comment. He wants to see how you'll react to real compliments, over the top stuff that he one hundred percent means. It's a little mean, but when will you ever be like this again? 

He helps you out past the desk and onto the street to your car where it's parked a half a block down. "Don't worry about all this, okay? I'm gonna take such good care of you, sweetheart. There's an ice pack and a brand new comforter with your name on it waiting at home." Peter smiles at your starry eyes as they flash to his, amazed at his simple plans. "How does that sound, beautiful? Is there anything you want before we head home? Anything that would make you feel better?" 

"You're gonna take care of me?" you ask breathlessly. 

"That's my job. That's my number one boyfriend duty." 

"You're my boyfriend?" 

"I am!" he says happily, laughing as he speaks. "For a while. I've been trying to take things further but you're always really shy about getting married–" 

"You want to get married? To me?" 

Peter presses a soft kiss to your cheek. "You're the only person I'd ever want to get married to. We already picked the flowers–" 

"We did?" 

He laughs again, all your questions. He loves regular you but loopy you is especially endearing. "Last time I got super drunk, yeah. You never let me forget it." 

"So you love me?" you ask, stopping short.

"I love you so much," he says immediately, hugging you into his side. He dots another kiss against the top of your head. "You should remember that even if you don't remember me." 

"I love you," you say quietly. 

Peter doesn't know if that's your memory returning, or if you've fallen in love with him in the last fifteen minutes. He could easily fall in love with you that quickly, and yet he's still amazed at your confession. 

"That's good. That's great. Thank you, sweetheart," he says, desperate to hold your face in his hands but weary of causing you future pain. "There's your car," —he points, lowering his head to yours to make sure you can see it, hand now protectively held between your shoulder blades— "let's go home now. Yeah?" 

You start walking again at his requests. He can pretty much see the steam rising off of your face, giddy with happiness at these revelations. You're together, you're in love, and you think he's handsome. He wonders what you'll have to say about his biceps in this state of delirium; you go crazy for his arms sober. 

Which reminds him. 

"I totally have another secret to tell you," he says, unlocking the car as you approach and helping you into the passenger seat. 

"What is it?" you ask. 

Peter closes you in and skirts around the door, climbing into the driver's seat. He's glad that New York is as ridiculously loud as ever, because not even the closed doors or your sodden gauze can smother the way you shriek.

"My boyfriend is Spider-Man?!" 

[yueebby]

hii omg I love ur fics sooo much they're really helping me recover from.. gege. I was wondering if I could request gojo x drunk!reader. like maybe they come back from partying with geto and shoko and are just completely tipsy. but they're reallyyyyy affectionate and flirty and gojo literally goes insane like his heart can't take it . bonus points if reader won't stop peppering him in kisses.

"you're sooooo hot.. and- and strong! ohmigosh are you single?" AND MANS IS JUST BRIGHT RED.

preferably fem-reader thanks ^__^ <333

drunk in love — gojo satoru

contents. fluff, established relationship, alcohol (drunk!reader), gojo being gojo, youre drunk and in love but gojo loves you more

notes. anon your request was so cute i just had to write it TT i kind of got carried away from the original prompt.. but enjoy this as a form of therapy from that one eyed cat!! ps i hate drinking so idek if this is accurate :>

the night had been long, and shoko is starting to regret letting you consume what felt like half your body weight in drinks during your night out in roppongi. impatiently, she checked her phone, hoping for a response from gojo to her text message. huffing in frustration, she turned to geto, “i thought you called him. where is that idio–”

"shoko, who is that?" in your drunken stupor, you shamelessly ogled the stranger approaching the entrance of the bar. shoko facepalmed as she watched your intoxicated heart eyes for the snow-haired man.

"she's all yours now."

gojo chuckled when he saw your inebriated state, "what did they do to you?" he had just returned from a tiring mission, but seeing you was enough to lighten the weight on his shoulders.

you shifted your gaze between shoko and the handsome stranger, causing mental whiplash. a mumbled apology escaped your lips before you left shoko's side to get a closer look at the man.

amusement danced in satoru's eyes as he observed you stumbling toward him. as the loving boyfriend he was, satoru wrapped a strong arm around your waist to prevent you from tripping.

you placed a hand on his chest to steady yourself, and couldn't help but notice the firmness of his physique. "so strong," you hiccuped, running your finger down his chest, "and handsome... are you single?" you blinked up at him with wide, inquisitive eyes.

suguru, watching from the sidelines, struggled to stifle his laughter as he observed his best friend's face growing increasingly red. the way you were looking up at him was driving him crazy. satoru cleared his throat and shook his head, trying to regain his composure though it was hard with the way his heart was beating so erratically.

"do you not remember me, sweetheart? your strong and handsome boyfriend?" satoru's glossy lips turned down in an exaggerated pout, and you gasped, confused on how you'd forgotten a face so beautiful. it was dangerous, how tempting the man in front of you looked.

giving in to your impulsive thoughts, you grabbed his face with one hand, squishing his cheeks together. satoru’s eyes widened as he noticed your intent on his puckered lips.

with an impish grin, you planted a series of quick kisses on his cheeks, then moved to his lips.“how,” kiss. “could i,” another kiss, “forget,” kiss, “such,” kiss, “a handsome face?”.

suguru and shoko watched in mild horror, as you showered gojo with affection. a dopey grin spread across his flushed face as he allowed you to have your way with him. he's afraid he might implode from the how adorable you were.

“i’m the most handsome man in the world, yeah?” he asks you with a grin, encouraging you to answer as he pulls you closer by the waist. satoru couldn't fathom what he had done to deserve this, but he would gladly repeat it tenfold if he could relive this moment once more.

you nod happily. “the most!”

“well aren’t you lucky to have me as your boyfriend.” satoru flashes his cerulean eyes at you above those dark sunglasses of his. just when you think he can’t get any hotter, he proves you wrong.

your friends' silent presence is suddenly shattered by laughter, jolting you back into the awareness of their company. satoru’s grin dissipates into a frown when he sees that your attention is taken off of him.

"'[name] is lucky to date him,' so he says," shoko giggles. "suguru, do you remember that one time satoru pretended to be a waiter at the restaurant [name] was on a date?" shoko not-so-secretly says to geto. "he got all drunk and then started rhapsodizing about how he was going to marry her."

satoru gasps at the memory of his awkward pining days. his attention quickly diverted back to you, anticipating your reaction.

suguru hums, “ah, or that one time he got distracted and nearly got us killed on a mission all because [name] sent a selfie.”

you pull away from satoru’s hold and he swears he feels all the warmth leaving his soul. his hands instinctively reach out to you, but you’re one step ahead, already making your way to the evil pair in front of him.

“really?” you ask the two, eyes shining eagerly.

shoko nods, an evil grin growing on her face, “you seriously never noticed that stupid dazed look he has when he sees you? even yaga has noticed it.”

gojo’s jaw drops at the sound of his best friends’ attempt to embarrass him. in his defense, he was just a man in love! satoru's infamous pout returns, and he’s trying to pull you back into his embrace and away from those traitors. to his dismay, you ignore him. did you even know that he was dying by the second without your affection?

“tell me more!” you gush, entranced with the idea that your boyfriend was just a lovesick puppy.

“is that really necessary?” satoru mumbles under his breath, though the telltale reddening of his ears betrays his indifferent facade.

“toru i didn’t know that you were obsessed with me,” a giggle erupts from you. to show your adoration, you turn back to cup your boyfriend’s face. he leans into your touch immediately.

“i still am y’know,” his gaze softened. your heart melts at the way he lowers his voice.

“i can’t watch this any longer,” the short haired female gags, searching her coat pocket for a much needed cigarette. suguru agrees silently, tearing his eyes away from the cloying display of affection.

you don’t notice your friends leaving while you’re too engrossed doting on satoru.

“baby– heh– we should head home now,” he groans softly, shivering upon your fingers tracing his undercut. if you continue this any longer, satoru's brain will be fried to the point that no reversed curse energy could fix. the effect you had on him was undeniably unjust.

“can you run me a bath when we’re home?” you pleaded, your voice tinged with weariness. after a night of drinking in roppongi, you felt the weight of the celebrations clinging to your skin.

satoru's lips curled into a playful smirk as he recognized the opportunity presented before him. "only if you'll let me hop in~"

a mischievous agreement danced in your eyes as you responded, "hm okay." you leaned in to place a tender kiss on the corner of his lips. satoru, his affection intensifying by the moment, gently gripped the back of your head and guided your lips back to his. gosh, he was so in love.

i was going to post all mine but im currently rewriting it so bear with me please !!!!

[springtyme]

could you possibly write more about spence and girly reader ??! i absolutely adore the one with pink chess pieces its so so cute! maybe a little thing about girly reader always getting her lipstick/gloss on spencer? whatever you feel up for though - i love love love everything you write ! <33

𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ♡

Thank you so much, dear! and thank you so much for the request! I've had so much fun with this one and the prior girly! reader piece 💕 next part

Spencer Reid x girly!reader|| Masterlist || Spencer playlist

word count: 1.3k

summary: After spending your weekend with your boyfriend, you accidentally end up leaving some evidence behind that leads to Spencer’s work family finding out that their sweet boy wonder have someone special in his life.

As you stand in front of the mirror and put on the finishing touches to your makeup, Spencer can’t help but admire the way the soft morning sunlight illuminates your beautiful features. 

Spencer truly can’t believe that someone as beautiful as you exists in this world, especially not standing here in the bathroom of his apartment getting ready on a Monday morning, after the two of you have spent the whole weekend together. How did he end up getting so lucky?  

He watches with a smile at the way you furrow your brow in concentration. The way you lean in over the bathroom counter making his heart skip a beat as you begin applying your lip gloss, making your pretty lips shine in the sunlight.

The way you move with such grace and confidence leaves Spencer in awe, feeling like the luckiest man alive to have you by his side. The sound of your laughter from the memories of the weekend together echoes in his mind, filling him with warmth and contentment. 

The focused look on your face falls, being replaced with a wide smile that could light the darkest of rooms as you catch his gaze in the mirror. Spencer’s chest tightens with the realization that he has fallen for you to an extent he never thought possible for himself. The feelings that have been growing inside him have now blossomed into something undeniable and overwhelming.

“What are you thinking about, handsome?” you ask, already knowing the answer by the way he is looking at you, his soft, brown eyes shining with love and adoration. “Just how lucky I am to have you in my life,” Spencer replies, stepping closer to wrap his arms around your waist from behind.  

You can feel his warmth seeping into your skin as he leaves a sweet kiss on your temple, causing a shiver to run down your spine. With him holding you like this, you can’t help but feel a surge of love and gratitude flood your heart.

“I feel lucky too, Spence,” you say, turning around to face him, your eyes meeting his and reflecting the love and adoration you see in them. You can’t believe how much your feelings for him have grown in such a short amount of time, but you know deep down that he’s the one you’ve been waiting for.

As you lean in to capture his lips with yours, you feel a sense of peace wash over you, knowing that you’ve found someone who truly sees you for who you are and loves you unconditionally. 

“Are you ready to leave soon?” Spencer asks, clearly sad that work is calling you both back to reality. 

You nod with a smile. “Yeah, I’ll be done in just a minute,” you say with a soft smile before lifting yourself up on your tippy toes to plant a sweet kiss on his newly shaved cheek. 

· · · · ·

As Spencer walks into the BAU office, coffee in hand and a stack of files under his arm, he can’t help but smile to himself as he makes his way to his desk. He drove you to work before he came and he still can not quite shake the feeling of contentment and love that had lingered from the weekend spent with you.  

Derek’s already at his desk, flipping through a file, but he looks up as Spencer approaches. “You look too happy for a Monday morning, the weekend treated you that good, pretty boy?” he teases, raising an eyebrow at Spencer’s happy demeanor.

Spencer can’t help but smile a little wider, it was a really good weekend, but he tries to keep his emotions in check. He hasn’t told any of his coworkers about you yet, not because he doesn’t want to, he loves them and they are like family to him, and he loves you, but he just wants to keep this part of his life private just for a little while longer. 

He knows that if he tells the others about you, they’ll insist on meeting you. They have lovingly teased him and tried to meddle with his lack of a love life for years, and he knows how excited they would be, him being the youngest member of the team and all, essentially being the nerdy baby brother of their little work family. But he isn’t quite ready for that yet. He wants to savor this feeling of falling in love, of being with you for just a little while longer. 

His job is also very demanding and can be unpredictable and also quite dangerous. He wants to make sure that your relationship is stable and he wants to keep you from any potential harm or worry that may come with dating him for as long as possible, and you meeting his colleagues can wait a little longer. Yet he can’t help but wanting to tell Derek  

“Yeah, it was good,” Spencer replies, taking a sip of his coffee to try and hide the slight blush that creeps up on his cheeks, setting the stack of files down on his desk.  

Derek smirks knowingly, but doesn’t push the subject any further for a little while. Spencer gets to drink about half of his coffee before Derek breaks the silence again. “So, when are you going to introduce us to this mystery lady you’ve been spending all your time with?” Derek asks, a playful glint in his eye. 

Spencer hearts skips a beat as he looks up, meeting Derek’s gaze, a knowing smile playing on the other man’s lips. 

“Don’t worry I don’t think the others have noticed anything, but I know you too well, pretty boy,” Derek pauses for a moment, clearly entertained by the look of surprise on Spencer’s face, before continuing. “But I have a feeling they’ll all be very excited to meet her. And hey, if she’s got you smiling like that, she must be pretty special.”

“So now I can’t smile without there needing to be a reason behind it,” Spencer chuckles nervously, he should have known that he wouldn’t be able to hide this from Morgan for that long.

“Nah, not when you smile like that,” Derek says, a genuine warmth in his voice. “You also got a little something on your cheek there, player.” Derek points to his own cheek with a smirk to indicate where it is. 

Spencer furrowed his brow in confusion and reached up to touch his cheek. His fingers brushing over something sticky, and when he pulls them away there is a faint pink smudge on his skin.

Spencer feels heat rise to his cheeks, starting to stammer. “I... uh... well, that is, um…”

Before he can come up with a coherent response, Emily and JJ approach, their curiosity piqued by the interaction between Spencer and Derek.

“What’s going on here?” Emily asks, glancing between the two men.

Derek just grins mischievously and points at Spencer’s cheek. “Our boy genius here seems to have had a really good weekend, but he’s forgetting to clean up after himself,” Derek says, chuckling.

Spencer’s eyes widen in horror as Emily and JJ both lean in to get a closer look. The blush on his cheek deepens, spreading across his face as he struggles to find the right words.

“Spencer, is that lip gloss on your cheek?” JJ asks with a knowing smile.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” Spencer says, trying to wipe the reminiscences of your kiss off with his sleeve, despite knowing it was too late. Emily and JJ both share a look before bursting into laughter, causing Derek to join in as well. 

As Emily and JJ start to bombard him with questions and congratulations, Spencer can’t help but steal a glance at Derek, who winks at him knowingly, looking like a proud older brother and Spencer can’t help but smile. 

Maybe it is time to introduce you to his family after all.

[piggycyberwarrior]

How the Arcane Characters would react to a smart!s/o

a/n: hey guys so yeah.. i am backkk. love you all and pls request or talk to me if you want <3 don't be shy!!

Contains: Viktor, Vi, Ekko, Silco, Jinx

Disclaimer: Okay so i know people can be smart without reading books- but reading online articles or there are different reasons BUT there is no "world wide web" in the Arcane Universe. That is why the reader's a massive bookworm-kinda-smart person (?)

warnings: itsy bitsy teenie tiny mention of mature themes (turn on; feral) but NO further description; mentions of kissing (?), goofy Jinx (like what did you expect T-T) not proof read

let me know if i missed any warnings!!

Viktor

LOVES IT

like really he would be so thrilled to have a smart partner

would constantely go to the library with you- buying old science books or books about stuff that you like to read.

^ he never lets you buy them tho <3

Asks you when there are some issues with his work.. like this is such an honour (my bby has some issues when it comes to asking for help)

Viktor would always and I mean ALWAYS compliment you

-"look at my smart darling"

He just feels understood and so comfortable with you as you are on the same wavelenght as him

Loves to hear you ramble to him about the most random things at night, during walks, breakfast, in the morning, just simply at anytime

peppers your whole face with kisses while you ramble to him in the morning- loves to make you laugh, giggle or chuckle

Also adores it to have deep conversations with you

He just loves you<3

Vi

it would turn her on so much to be honest

like its so attractive (fr guys)

she would listen to you all the time, rambling and or reading to her- even tho she doesn't understand shit sometimes

loves it when you put her in her place when she did something stupid

also loves that you are a walking wikipedia

"Cupcake, what do you mean the dot over the "i" has a name??"

- " yeah its called the tittle or superscript dot- not only the dot over the i but also the dot on top of the j"

"WhAt?"

would constantely brag about you to EVERYONE like its almost embarrassing stopp vi please

used to steal you books from Piltover (still does it to be honest)

sometimes asks you if that one random fact she heard was true

loves to kiss you after you answered her question- as a price for being this smart <3

Ekko

lmao i don't know why but Ekko is such a sucker for intelligent/smart people

like dis man would be on his KNEES for you.

he would be always crafting stuff with you, always making sure you've got a new book in your hand, always kissing the ground you walk on

he wastes no time getting you anything that you need for your studies, crafts or freetime.

Has no shame- will show you off to EVERYBODY ON THIS GOD DAMN PLANET (like Vi)- especially to his teammates tho

loves loves LOVES to spend time with you and teach him the things you know or learned

"So the Midas effect is about people becoming more generous after a simple touch?" "Exactely, but the effect isn't scientifically proven- its just an assumption." "I see.."

also loves your fascination for knowledge

I'm sorry but he would go absolutely feral when he sees you teaching stuff to the small kids in the HQ.

it would make him so happy ngl

He would kiss you after that everytime- praising you that you're so smart

Silco

he would think it's so hot

Lets you read or craft in his office so he can watch you

^ it calms him

i don't think he would brag about you but he would be so proud of you neverthless

tells you that too

isn't stupid himself so he sometimes reads the books you enjoyed reading- he does that because he wants to know what you're talking about- never admits that tho

"What are you reading, handsome?- "Oh.. History of the World- it's quite interesting" you looked at him dumbfounded but quickly smiled "It really is interesting- the text structur is just beautiful!" you happily cheered

he loves it when you ramble to him at night- him laying on your chest and softly carding your fingers through his hair i love this man

just stares at you with that unreadable hot gaze of his when you start mumbling to yourself about some equations.

doesnt look all that dazed but on the inside he is GONE!!

he is so in love

grabs your chin and turns it to his face- pressing your lips onto his. Loves how you squeal- suprised that he interrupted your train of thought

Jinx

she adores it SO MUCH

constantely wants you to talk to her like she sits there- criscrossed, head resting in her palms- listening as if she has nothing else to do.

always wants you to tell her anything that you learned

^ she deadass throws a tantrum if you don't

only really listens to you- thinks you are always right

just like her sister- you have to keep her from doing stupid stuff

^ you cannot tell me she wouldn't do anything stupid lmao

decorates your book covers and doesnt know why you're so stressed everytime she does it (like thats a no-no , darling pls)

like thats so weird and all but she loves to read Picture books while you read Aristotle- just to feel the vibe

"How is your book?" you asked her with a raised eybrow while flipping to the next page- hearing her hum as she was reading that picture book. "Oh it's great, pudding- the ducks finally found their home!!"- "Really, that's good to hear" you chuckled softly

gives you suprise kiss-attacks when you're absorbed in your work

brags to sevika how smart her s/o is but gets jealous when others tell you that you're smart like gurl?

please do reblog, sweetheart <3

[chxrrywxvss]

now give Logan and Reader a beautiful wedding, babies and a house with white picket fence on the Canadian way of living 🤧

HELP MEE here is my sincere apology for my last post

Every Inch Of Me

“My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder.”

Pairing: Logan Howlett x Afab!Reader

Word Count: 3k

NOT PROOFREAD.

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the clearing nestled in the Canadian Rockies. The air was fragrant with wildflowers, their colors vibrant against the backdrop of towering pines and majestic mountains. On this perfect day, everything felt imbued with magic. You stood at the end of a makeshift aisle, heart racing, your hands trembling slightly as you clutched a bouquet of white lilies and lavender.

As you took your first steps toward Logan, time seemed to stretch and bend. Each footfall echoed with the love that had carried you both through so much. Logan stood there, waiting for you, his rugged features softened by the gentle light and a look of pure adoration on his face. He wore a simple dark suit, but the way he held himself—strong, yet vulnerable—made him look more handsome than ever.

Friends and family surrounded you—some you had known for years, others who had traveled from far and wide to witness this moment. Among them were familiar faces from the X-Men, each one smiling, their eyes glistening with happiness. You could see Storm, dressed in an elegant gown, her joy radiating like the sun; and Scott, adjusting his tie nervously as he exchanged glances with Jean, who beamed with pride.

As you walked down the aisle, every gaze felt like a warm embrace, but it was Logan’s eyes that captured you completely. They were a storm of emotions—love, joy, and a hint of disbelief. You could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on you, a blend of excitement and nervousness swirling in your stomach.

When you finally reached him, the world around you faded into a blur. The officiant’s voice was a distant hum as you and Logan locked eyes, the connection palpable and electric. “Do you, [name], take Logan to be your lawfully wedded husband?” The words washed over you, and with a breathless nod, you responded, “I do.”

Logan’s expression softened further, and you could see the man who had fought so hard against his past, now standing before you, ready to embrace a future filled with love. “And do you, Logan, take [name] to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

His voice was steady, but you could feel the depth of his emotion. “I do,” he said, his gaze unwavering, as if he were promising you the very world itself

With vows exchanged and rings slipped onto fingers, the officiant pronounce you husband and wife. The moment was surreal, and as you leaned in for your first kiss, the cheers from your friends and family erupted around you, echoing through the mountains like a joyous song. It felt as though the earth itself rejoiced with you.

As your lips met, you melted into him, feeling the warmth radiate from his body. This was it—the culmination of countless battles, both external and internal, that had brought you here. In that kiss, you tasted the promise of forever, the union of two souls who had weathered storms together and emerged stronger.

When you broke apart, his forehead rested against yours, and you could see the unshed tears glistening in his eyes. “I can’t believe we did it,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

You smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “We did it together, Logan.”

With laughter and tears mingling, you turned to face your loved ones, their faces beaming with joy. The celebration began, filled with music, dancing, and heartfelt speeches. You and Logan shared the first dance, surrounded by twinkling lights strung overhead. As you swayed to the music, he held you close, his heart beating in sync with yours.

“I never thought I could feel this way,” he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. “You’ve changed everything for me.”

Tears brimmed in your eyes, and you tightened your grip around his neck. “You’ve always been worth it, Logan. You’ve always been worth fighting for.”

—-----------------------------------------------------

The day had finally arrived. After weeks of searching, you and Logan stood in front of your new home, a quaint white picket house nestled against the backdrop of the majestic Canadian Rockies. The sun bathed the landscape in a warm glow, and the air was crisp with the scent of pine and fresh earth. You could hardly believe it; this was the place where you would build your life together.

Logan turned to you, a mix of disbelief and joy on his rugged face. “Can you believe we actually did it?” His voice was husky, filled with emotion as he took in the sight of the house. “This is ours.”

You nodded, tears welling in your eyes. “It’s perfect,” you whispered, feeling a rush of excitement. You stepped forward to touch the white picket fence, running your fingers along the smooth wood. It felt like a promise of all the memories you would create here.

As you walked toward the front door, Logan’s hand found yours, and together you opened the door to your new life. The inside was a blank canvas, the walls waiting to be filled with laughter and love. Sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating the wooden floors, and you could almost hear the echoes of future footsteps.

“What do you think?” Logan asked, glancing around the living room, where a fireplace stood at the far end, its mantle waiting for family photos and decorations.

“It’s beautiful,” you replied, imagining how cozy it would be during the winter months, the two of you snuggled up by the fire with a cup of hot cocoa. “We could put a big, comfy couch here,” you suggested, pointing to a spot just opposite the fireplace. “One where we can all sit together.”

“Yeah, a big one,” he said, nodding thoughtfully. “And maybe a couple of armchairs. We could have a reading corner for the kids.”

Your heart swelled at the thought. “And a bookshelf filled with stories. I want to read to them every night,” you added, picturing Logan sitting in that corner, reading to your future children as they nestled against him, their eyes wide with wonder.

“Definitely,” Logan agreed, his expression softening. “I want them to know all the stories I loved as a kid. And maybe some of the ones I never got to hear.”

You took a moment to soak in the atmosphere, a sense of permanence washing over you. “This is where we’ll have our family,” you said, your voice trembling with emotion. “Can you imagine? Kids running around in the yard, playing in the snow, climbing the trees…”

His eyes sparkled as he pictured it, too. “I can see it now. A little girl with your smile, and a boy who’s just as stubborn as me,” he said with a chuckle.

You laughed, the sound light and airy, but it quickly turned into a heartfelt sigh as you thought of the future. “I want them to have adventures, Logan. To explore this beautiful place, to play in the mountains, to know that they’re safe and loved.”

Logan stepped closer, wrapping his arms around you. “They will be, darlin’. You and me? We’ll make sure of it.” His voice was low and sincere, the weight of his words resting comfortably in your heart.

With a gentle squeeze, he pulled back and surveyed the empty room once more. “What about the kitchen? We need a big table. Somewhere we can all gather for meals.”

“Yes! A big, rustic dining table where we can have family dinners,” you said, your excitement bubbling over.

Logan chuckled, the sound deep and rich. “And I’ll be the one cooking, right?” He raised an eyebrow playfully.

“Of course!” you laughed, picturing him in an apron with flour dusting his cheeks. “You’ll be the best chef ever. Just don’t burn the pancakes.”

“Hey, I can handle pancakes,” he said, feigning offense, but the warmth in his eyes told you he loved the idea. “And I can teach them to chop vegetables. We’ll have a whole cooking crew.”

You stepped back to take in the space more fully, your mind racing with possibilities. “What about the backyard? We could have a swing set, maybe a little garden. I want the kids to learn how to plant flowers and vegetables.”

“Definitely,” he agreed, his enthusiasm matching yours. “I can build a treehouse, too. Just like I always wanted when I was a kid.”

You could see it clearly—a wooden structure nestled in the branches, a place for your children to escape to, to dream and play. “They’ll love it. Just imagine them up there, playing pirates or explorers.”

Logan’s expression turned serious as he looked at you. “You know, I never thought I’d want a family. Not with everything I’ve been through,” he admitted, his voice dropping to a whisper. “But with you, I see a future. I see them.”

The two of you stood in that empty room, the weight of your dreams and aspirations swirling around you. You could almost hear the laughter of children, the footsteps echoing through the halls, the warmth of family dinners filling the air with love. In that moment, you felt a profound connection—not just to Logan, but to the life you were about to build together.

As you stepped out onto the porch, the mountains stood tall in the distance, a silent witness to your journey. You turned to Logan, your heart brimming with hope. “This is just the beginning, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” he replied, pulling you close. “The beginning of everything.”

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Logan stood outside, the crisp mountain air filling his lungs as he swung the axe down, splitting the log with a satisfying thud. Each strike resonated with a rhythm that mirrored the steady beat of his heart, a heartbeat that felt more alive than ever since you had come into his life. The chill of the approaching winter nipped at his skin, but the warmth of home—and you—drove him to keep working.

He paused for a moment, wiping the sweat from his brow and glancing back at the house. The white picket fence surrounded a place that had become a sanctuary, a home where laughter echoed through the halls. He could hear you inside, probably preparing lunch or tidying up, the sound of your movements a sweet melody he had come to adore.

Just as he was about to lift the axe again, he heard the front door swing open. He turned to see you rushing toward him, a sparkle in your eyes that sent a rush of warmth through him. He raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on his lips. “What’s got you in such a hurry, darlin’?”

Before he could even process your words, you launched yourself into his arms, knocking him backward onto the soft earth. The impact was unexpected, and he landed with a thud, the air whooshing from his lungs. He looked up at you, a mix of surprise and joy flooding through him.

“Logan! I’m pregnant!” you shouted, your face lit up with excitement, eyes sparkling like the stars above the mountains.

For a moment, time froze. The world around him faded, and all he could focus on was you—your smile, the way your hair caught the sunlight, the sheer joy radiating from you. The enormity of your words sank in, and a rush of emotions crashed over him like a wave. He felt the weight of the past lift, replaced by a joy he had never imagined possible.

“Pregnant?” he echoed, disbelief mingling with elation. He blinked several times, trying to absorb the reality of what you had just said. Tears prickled at the corners of his eyes, a vulnerability he hardly ever allowed himself to show.

You nodded enthusiastically, your laughter bubbling up like a spring. “Yes! We’re going to have a baby!”

Unable to contain himself, Logan pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you, burying his face in your neck. The scent of you—warm, comforting, and utterly intoxicating—filled his senses. “Oh, God,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “This is… this is incredible.”

He could feel the tremors of his own body as he held you, the strength of his arms contrasting with the fragility of the moment. You pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, and he saw the glistening joy reflected in yours. “I didn’t know how you’d react,” you confessed, your voice softening.

“React?” he said, a laugh escaping his lips, a sound he hadn’t made in what felt like ages. “I’m… I’m just so damn happy.”

Tears began to flow freely down his cheeks, and he didn’t care. He was overwhelmed, raw with emotion, the weight of his past, of his fears, melting away in the face of this new life you were bringing into the world. “You’re serious?” he asked again, his heart racing.

“Absolutely,” you said, your voice cracking slightly as you grinned down at him. “I’m going to be a mother, Logan. We’re going to be parents!”

With a sudden surge of energy, he flipped you over, pinning you playfully beneath him in the soft grass. “You’re not just saying this to get out of chores, are you?” he teased, though the joy in his eyes betrayed the lightness of the moment.

You laughed, a sound that filled the air with warmth. “No way! This is the real deal!”

Logan’s heart swelled as he stared into your eyes. In that moment, he understood the depth of the love you shared. This wasn’t just about the two of you anymore; this was the beginning of a family, a legacy that would carry your love forward. The thought filled him with a fierce protectiveness.

With a sudden seriousness, he leaned down, resting his forehead against yours. “I’ll do everything I can to protect you both,” he vowed, his voice low and steady. “You have my word.”

“I know you will,” you whispered, your breath warm against his skin. “And I’ll be right there with you.”

As he pulled you into his arms again, the weight of the world felt lighter. The mountains stood tall around you, a testament to the strength of your love. In that moment, Logan knew that he would face anything for you and the life you were about to build together.

“Let’s go inside,” he said eventually, pulling you to your feet and planting a kiss on your forehead. “We’ve got a lot to plan.”

“Like what?” you asked, a mischievous glint in your eye.

“Like what color to paint the nursery,” he replied, grinning. “And how to keep this little one from turning into a troublemaker like their old man.”

You laughed, and as you both walked back toward the house, hand in hand, Logan felt a profound sense of peace wash over him. He wasn’t afraid anymore; he was ready to embrace the future. Together, you would create a life filled with love, laughter, and the pitter-patter of little feet.

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Life in the mountains wasn’t without its challenges. Logan’s past often cast long shadows over your bright days. He struggled with the demons of his history, moments when his temper flared or when the weight of his past threatened to pull him under. But through it all, you stood by him, reassuring him with your love.

One evening, after a particularly tough day, Logan sat on the porch, staring into the distance. You could see the storm brewing in his eyes. “I’m not the man you think I am,” he said, his voice heavy.

You sat beside him, taking his hand in yours. “You’re my husband and the father of our children. That’s all that matters.”

“But I’ve done things… seen things that haunt me,” he replied, anguish lacing his words.

“I know,” you said softly. “But that doesn’t define you. You’re here now, and you’re doing your best. Our kids don’t see the past; they see the man who loves them.”

His gaze softened as he looked at you, the turmoil in his eyes slowly giving way to understanding. “I don’t want to hurt you or them.”

“You won’t,” you promised. “We’re a team. No matter what comes, we’ll face it together.”

“Now, come on. The kids want you inside for dinner.” you smiled and stood, taking his hand.

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As the years rolled on, the mountains witnessed the growth of your family, each day filled with new adventures and cherished moments. You built snowmen in the winter, hiked through vibrant autumn leaves, and spent lazy summer days by the lake. The love that filled your home was palpable, a warm glow that could weather any storm.

One crisp autumn evening, as the leaves danced in the wind, Logan pulled you aside. “I’ve been thinking,” he began, his voice steady.

You looked up at him, heart racing. “About what?”

“About us. About everything we’ve built together.” He paused, his eyes searching yours. “I’m not afraid anymore.”

Those words hung in the air, a promise and a confession. You felt tears prick at your eyes, overwhelmed by the depth of his love and the journey you had taken together.

“Logan…” you whispered, your heart swelling.

He stepped closer, cupping your face in his hands. “I’m not afraid of my past. I’m not afraid of losing you or our kids. You’ve shown me what love really is, and I’m ready to embrace it all. I’m not afraid anymore.”

In that moment, you knew that whatever trials lay ahead, you would face them together. The mountains stood tall behind you, the stars beginning to twinkle overhead as you shared a kiss, sealing your promise of love. With Logan by your side, you were ready to conquer the world.

—-----------------------------------------------------

Years passed, and your children grew, but the love between you and Logan remained as strong as ever. You often found yourselves reflecting on the journey—a wedding in the mountains, a home filled with laughter, and the beauty of family.

As you and Logan sat together on the porch, watching your daughter and son play in the leaves, you leaned against him, feeling content. “Can you believe how far we’ve come?” you asked, smiling.

“Yeah, it’s been a hell of a ride,” he replied, his arm pulling you closer.

“And I wouldn’t trade a single moment,” you said, your heart full.

“I love you,” he murmured, planting a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I love you too, Logan. Always.”

And as the sun set behind the mountains, you knew that everything would be alright.

[ereardon]

Before I Knew [Jake Seresin x Reader] Chapter One

A Jake Seresin unexpected pregnancy fic

Overview: On your first night after moving to San Diego to spend more time with your brother Bob, you unknowingly have a one night stand with his teammate Jake Seresin. For the first time in his whole life, Bob has a closely knit friend group and you’re desperate not to rock the boat. But an unexpected and unplanned pregnancy upends your world, forcing you and Jake closer together, against Bob’s wishes. What will happen when you find yourself actually falling for the father of your unborn child? 

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader; Bob Floyd x Sister!Reader 

Warnings: Pregnancy, cursing, eventual smut, alcohol

Chapter summary: Y/N meets Bob's squadron, and encounters someone she thought she'd never see again; the Daggers celebrate Jake's birthday where he and Y/N have their first conversation after the one night stand

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You were late. Bob was going to kill you. Your brother was a stickler when it came to being on time. It came as no surprise to anyone in your family that he had gone into the military.

You rushed through the door, purse strap getting caught on the handle and you tugged it free, chest rising as you spun around, searching for Bob. He stood in the corner of the coffee shop, pristine in a khaki uniform, eyes wide behind his wire glasses. 

“Hi Ducky,” he said as you tossed yourself into his arms, breathing in his familiar scent. He felt like home, even though it had been years since you and Bob had lived under the same roof. You had been barely a teen when Bob left for the Naval Academy, and his stints on land were far and few between after. His assignment to Top Gun was the first time he had settled somewhere on a more permanent basis. It’s why you decided to move to San Diego after college. All of your friends had scattered around the country – grad school in New York, policy analysts in Washington, even one friend had taken an internship with an art dealer in Miami. But you had packed up and left Tennessee with one goal. Be closer to your brother. 

“Bobby,” you grinned, stepping back to admire him. Every time you saw him it was months apart and so much had changed, but also so little. He was the same Bob who had thrown you over his shoulder to win the family flag football game on Thanksgiving. The same Bob who had carried your book bag for you when you were in elementary school and he was a middle schooler and went a mile out of his way every morning to make sure you got to your homeroom class safe and sound. The Bob who always picked up, day or night, when you called. The Bob who listened to you weep about your college boyfriend who broke your heart. The Bob who took care of you when you were seven and had the flu and your mom was working a double shift at the hospital and couldn’t stay home with you. 

“Ducky,” he said, dropping your hands. The familiar nickname on his tongue brought forward a flood of memories: spring weekends flying kites in the nearby park, sitting on the back of a tandem bike with Bob on a trip to Florida to visit your grandparents, the fort the two of you made the one time it snowed two feet in Tennessee in under a day in March. “This is my squad. Guys, meet my sister, Y/N.” 

You tore your gaze from Bob, looking over at the table he was gesturing to, a smile plastered on your face. A beautiful brunette with pearly white teeth and a tight bun was on the far left. That was Phoenix. You had received a handful of letters from Bob talking about her. Next to Phoenix was a handsome, bulky man with a mustache in a plain blue t-shirt. Wow, he was gorgeous. 

Your eyes shifted over one more, breath halting in your throat as your gaze slowly crept up. First you spotted the dog tags. Eerily familiar, but then again, a lot of military guys wore dog tags, right? 

Then the chin. Ridiculously cut jaw, slight bifurcated butt chin that you had found weirdly adorable two nights before. Plump, pink lips, puckered up in a grin. You felt your heart sink. There was only one thing left. You raised your eyes to his. Clear, seafoam green. An ocean in two small orbs. He smiled as you screamed internally. 

Bob’s voice drew you out of your coma. “That’s Bradley.” The mustache man waved a hand. “And Jake Seresin. Hangman.” 

Jake. Your stomach did a somersault. 

Last time you had seen him, you had been teetering on the edge of drunk, standing outside of the bar with one hand on the railing, the salty ocean wind licking at the sweat on your collarbone, flicking the ends of your hair up against your chin.

The next moment, his tongue was on your throat, in your mouth, fingers in your hair, pressing your body against the railing of the deck as you whimpered into his lips. 

You had crept out of bed before he woke up. Just a gorgeous, tan, muscular back sticking out beneath crisp white sheets as you tugged on your short dress and called an Uber. You had expected to never see him again. 

And here he was, smirking at you as your brother’s gaze narrowed. 

You had fucked up. Correction. You had fucked Jake Seresin. And that was a major fuck up. 

***

Bob had never been the type to have a huge friend group, or any close friends really. So the first time he called from Top Gun, giddy with excitement, you had been elated for him. Your brother deserved a tightly knit friend group.

Before you had moved to San Diego, Bob had filled you in on the group’s antics. Their flights, their wild nights out, the dynamics. But he had centered mostly on Phoenix and Rooster. 

Jake had conveniently been left out of the majority of the conversation. 

“Well?” Bob asked as the two of you headed back to his house in your rental car. “What do you think of the group?” 

“They’re nice,” you said. 

“That’s it? Nice?” 

You sighed. “I’m really happy for you, Bobby. You have a good group of friends. I know that’s what you always wanted.” 

Bob leaned back against the seat. You were the one person that Bob confided in. He was an open book and you could read him with one glance. Looking over, you spotted his furrowed brow, the tense way he was squeezing his knuckles together. 

“Are you OK?” you asked, turning your eyes back toward the road, slowing down to take a right turn. 

“Tell me you didn’t move here for me.” 

“Then I’d be lying.” 

“Y/N,” Bob said. His voice had taken on Big Brother™ mode. “You shouldn’t have done that.”

“Don’t you want me around?” you whispered. 

“Of course I do,” Bob replied. “I just don’t want you to waste your life following me.” 

“Living in California a waste?” you asked. “No way.” 

“What’s the plan, Duck?” 

“Not everyone was born potty trained and with a plan, Bobby.” 

“You’re twenty-three,” he countered. “It’s time to be an adult and figure out what you’re doing with your life.” 

“You sound like mom.” 

“And we both know she’s never wrong.” 

You sighed. “Just because you got your life together at seven doesn’t mean I have to.” 

“Duck—” 

You cut him off. “Bobby, please. It’s been a week. Give me a little time and I promise, I'll figure out what I’m doing. Just be my brother, OK, instead of acting like my dad.” 

That silenced him. Bob had taken your father’s disappearance harder than you had. He put on a brave face. He stepped up. He became the man of the house. But that meant that he had taken it upon himself to be your brother and your dad. So even at twenty three he still saw you as a child. 

The two of you drove the rest of the way back to Bob’s house in silence. Inside, you were just about to close the door to your guest bedroom when Bob’s voice floated down the hall. 

“By the way,” he said, “I told the squad we’d go out for drinks with them tonight. It’s Jake’s birthday.” 

You grimaced. “Sounds good.” 

“Leave at nine?” 

“Sure.” You closed the door, plopping down on the bed face first. You had moved to San Diego to figure your life out. And of course the first thing you had done was have a one night stand with one of Bob’s teammates. If he had been anyone else in the world you would have been able to avoid him. 

What do you get someone for their birthday when you hoped you’d never see them again? 

***

“Floyd!” 

You turned at the same time as Bob. Bradley grinned. “Oh this is going to get confusing.” 

“Here.” Natasha pointed to the bar stool next to her. “Have a seat. Boys will get you a drink. Bradshaw?” 

Bradley tipped his head. “On it, ma’am.” 

She rolled her eyes as you settled into the seat, crossing your legs beneath the short skirt. “So, Y/N. Bob’s told me all about his little sister. But he left out that you were coming to live here.” 

“I’m not much of a planner.” 

Phoenix laughed. “The anti-Bob. I like you already.” 

“He’s told me a lot about you,” you replied. “And Bradley.” 

“And nothing about Jake I’m guessing?” You nodded and Phoenix took a sip of her beer. “Trust me when I say, you don’t want to even go there.” 

“Are you speaking from experience?” 

Phoenix craned her neck around, making sure the two of you were out of earshot before nodding. “Just steer clear of him. That’s my suggestion. Hangman is fun for a night. But things get messy quick. And he and Bob have a little bit of a history.” 

You frowned. “What kind of history?” 

Just as Phoenix opened her mouth to respond, Bradley pressed a beer into your open hand. “Ducky.” 

You grimaced. “Bobby, you didn’t!” 

He shrugged. “Sorry.” 

You rolled your eyes. “I’m so going to eat your last Pop-Tart tomorrow just to get you back for that.” 

“Fill us in, will you?” Phoenix asked. 

“When she was four, Y/N became obsessed with those little yellow rubber ducks that you put in your bath.” You groaned as your brother recounted the full story. How you had thrown a fit when your mother had tried to take you out of the bath and the only thing to calm you had been to fill your bed with the rubber ducks. And how the next morning that continued, one rubber duck gripped firmly in your chubby hand as you ate breakfast, went to the park, tagged along to the grocery store, went to daycare. This continued for weeks. 

You didn’t want to admit to the team that you still had a rubber duck stuffed inside your suitcase back at Bob’s house. It was a safety net of sorts. 

“Sorry, Duck,” Bob said, squeezing your shoulders and placing a small peck on the top of your head. 

You looked up at him. His cheeks were flushed, he had a massive grin on his face. He was happy. All you had wanted in as long as you could remember was for Bob to be happy. He took your happiness more seriously than his own. It was time you returned the favor. 

“Am I interrupting?” All eyes turned to Jake. He had on a tight black t-shirt and a pair of jeans with cowboy boots peeking out the bottom. He shot a grin your way and you did your best to avoid his eye contact. 

“Happy birthday, Hangman.” There was a chill in Bob’s voice, or perhaps you were reading into it because of what Phoenix had said earlier. 

Jake nodded. “Thanks, man. Anyone up for a game of darts?” 

Bob dropped his hand from your shoulder, following Phoenix and Jake back toward the darts board on one end of the bar. You sat back in your seat, tipping the beer down your throat, watching as they played. There was an easy banter with all of them. 

You finished your beer, the darts game still ongoing. Quietly, you slipped around the edge of the room, out the door that led to the back deck. 

It was quiet outside, just the sound of the waves crashing against the hard sand and the soft hum of the music as it seeped through under the door and from behind the old windows. You laid your fingertips on the wooden railing, tipping your head back toward the moon that was slung low in the sky, feeling the cool breeze dry the sweat that had started to form on the base of your neck. 

“Mind if I join?” 

You turned. Jake stepped out onto the deck, a beer in one hand. He approached the railing, putting the green bottle down and smirking over at you. This time you were far less drunk. You shrugged. “It’s your birthday. Who am I to say what you can or can’t do?” 

He frowned. “Don’t be like that.” 

“Just because you’ve seen me naked doesn’t mean you know me.” 

He looked bristled. “Y/N. I had no idea you were Bob’s sister when we met the other night. If I had known, I—”

“Wouldn’t have fucked me?” 

He grimaced. “You’re the one that left without saying anything.” 

You folded your arms over your chest. “It’s not like you were falling over yourself to drive me home. It was better that way and we both know it.” You allowed yourself to look up. God, he was stunning. Green, wide eyes. Tanned skin, the way his forearm flexed as he gripped the railing. You could remember the way his touch felt as he dragged his fingertips over your skin. You tried to shake the memory from your mind. “Just do me one favor.” 

“Sure.” 

“Don’t tell Bob,” you whispered. “Let’s just forget the other night ever happened.” 

Jake’s gaze lingered. “If that’s what you want.” 

You pushed up off of the railing. “It’ll be better, trust me.” You headed for the door, turning around at the last moment. Jake was still leaning against the railing, watching the waves in the dark. “Jake?” 

He turned, green eyes wide. There was something almost sad about him, you thought. It was a fleeting glimpse, but you saw it. 

“Happy birthday.” 

He smiled. You turned, peering through the glass on the wood door. Bob had his head thrown back in a laugh as Bradley pounded against the piano keys and Phoenix danced. You smiled. Your brother was happy. 

You weren’t going to ruin his perfectly crafted life by saying you had slept with one of his friends. It would be easier for everyone if you and Jake Seresin pretended you had never met before. 

How would they ever catch you in your lie? 

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Scary Puppy Privileges Older Brother Sukuna AU HFBU

You walk into the mall with Sukuna and Yuji, feeling the usual stares from having your intimidatingly handsome boyfriend and his adorable little brother by your side. Sukuna, with his impressive muscles, his plethora of tattoos, and that smirk, always turns heads. 

Yuji, skipping along happily while holding your other hand, adds to the charm of your little group. His innocent excitement contrasts sharply with Sukuna's intense presence, giving you the best of both worlds: scary dog privileges with your boyfriend and golden retriever puppy privileges with his little brother.

Today is no different. As you make your way through the bustling mall, you notice the way people part to let Sukuna through. His aura demands respect and a hint of fear, but you know better. You see the softer side he shows only to you and Yuji, the playful grin that spreads across his face when Yuji does something adorable, and the tender way he looks at you when he thinks you're not watching.

Yuji tugs at your hand, his wide eyes sparkling with excitement. "Y/N/N, can we get ice cream? Please?"

You glance up at Sukuna, who gives a mock sigh of exasperation before nodding. "Yeah, yeah, let's get some ice cream. But only because Yuji asked so nicely."

Yuji cheers, and you laugh, squeezing Sukuna's hand. "You're such a softie, Kuna."

He rolls his eyes but there's a fondness there that he doesn't bother hiding. "Only for you two," he mutters, leading the way to the ice cream stand.

As you wait in line, you feel someone approach from behind. Turning slightly, you see a man with an overly confident grin sidling up to you. He clearly doesn't notice Sukuna standing next to you or doesn't care. You doubt the former as your boyfriend is impossible to miss so you assume it's the latter which makes you question his intelligence.

"Hey there, beautiful," the man says, his eyes lingering on you in a way that makes you uncomfortable. "How about you ditch the kid and come get a drink with me?"

Before you can respond, Yuji lets out a loud, indignant huff. "She's with Suku!" he declares, puffing out his chest. "And me!"

The man barely spares Yuji a glance, his attention still focused on you. "Come on, sweetheart, what's a guy like him got that I don't?"

You open your mouth to tell him off, but Sukuna beats you to it. He steps forward, looming over the man, and crosses his arms. "For starters, I can break every bone in your body without breaking a sweat," he says casually, his tone light but his eyes promising pain.

The man pales but tries to muster some bravado. "Hey, man, I was just trying to—"

"Trying to hit on my girlfriend while I'm standing right here?" Sukuna interrupts, his smile turning dangerous. "Bad move."

Just then, Yuji, who has been glaring at the man, decides to take matters into his own hands. With a growl that's more cute than intimidating, he lunges forward and bites the man's leg. Hard.

The man yelps and jumps back, shaking his leg to dislodge Yuji. "Ow! What the hell?"

You can't help it. You burst out laughing, the sight of little Yuji attacking a grown man too funny to resist. Sukuna joins in, his laughter a deep rumble that makes the man's eyes widen with fear.

"Good boy, Yuji," Sukuna says between laughs, ruffling his brother's hair as he looks at you. "Looks like you've got the scary puppy privileges too, huh?"

Yuji beams up at him, proud of his efforts. "Did I do good, Suku?"

"Very good," Sukuna assures him, glancing at you with a grin. "See, baby? Even Yuji knows how to handle idiots."

The man, thoroughly embarrassed and clearly regretting his life choices, mutters an apology and hurries away, limping slightly from Yuji's bite.

You shake your head, still chuckling. "That was amazing. Thanks, Yuji."

Yuji smiles up at you, his expression bright. "You're welcome, Y/N/N. No one's gonna bother you when Suku and I are around!"

Sukuna wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. "Damn right," he agrees, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Now, let's get that ice cream."

As you finally reach the counter and place your orders, Sukuna allows Yuji to go overboard and get whatever he wants as a reward for being 'feral' as Sukuna puts it.

You find a table and sit down, enjoying the cool treat as Yuji chatters away about his favourite ice cream flavours and Sukuna watches you with a soft, contented expression. It's hard to believe that the man who can make grown men quiver in fear is the same one who looks at you like you're his entire world.

"So," Sukuna says after a while, his tone teasing, "you think you can handle being with the two scariest guys in the mall?"

You laugh, nodding. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

Yuji grins, his face smeared with chocolate ice cream. "Yeah! We're the best team ever!"

Sukuna chuckles, reaching out to wipe a smudge off Yuji's cheek. "That we are, kid. That we are."

Back at home, you tuck Yuji into bed, his sleepy eyes fluttering shut as you read him his favourite story. Sukuna stands in the doorway, watching with a soft expression. Once Yuji is asleep, you join Sukuna in the living room.

You curl up on the couch together, his arm around your shoulders as you talk about the day. "Today was... interesting," you say with a laugh.

Sukuna smirks. "Yeah, didn't expect the little guy to go all attack dog on that guy."

"He's got your protective streak," you tease, poking Sukuna's side.

"Guess so," he admits, pulling you closer. "Now, how about we watch a movie and relax? You've had enough excitement for one day."

You agree, settling into his embrace as he picks a movie. The rest of the night is spent in comfortable silence, the warmth of his body against yours a constant reminder of the love and protection he offers.

As you drift off to sleep in Sukuna's arms, you know that no matter what challenges come your way, you'll face them together. Because with Sukuna and Yuji by your side, you're unstoppable. And that's all you'll ever need.

[queenshelby]

Daughter Dearest (Part Two)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy (47) x Step! Daughter (21)

Warning: Infidelity, Smut, Dysfunctional Family

During the next few days, you became rather bored with the endless cycle of waking up, brushing your teeth, eating breakfast with your family, and then spending the rest of the day glued to the monitor and watching the world pass by through the window. The days seemed to blend together in a hazy blur, the journey from one day to the next monotonous and suffocating.

You read a few books, from Cillian's collection, during this time and spent some quality hours with Sadie who you adored more than anything in this world.

She was a sweet and innocent little girl, blissfully unaware of the tension that existed between you and your mother who, even in Sadie's life, wasn't present at all.

In fact, when he was in between filming, it was Cillian who did most of the parenting for her while your mother spent time with her friends, working a couple of hours here and there, or helping your twin sister to achieve her goals in life. 

One day, as you sat with her on the floor of her room, with coloring books spread out around you, she looked up at you with her big, trusting eyes and said, "Y/N, will you tell me a story?"

You smiled at her and leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Of course, sweetie. What would you like me to tell you?"

"I don't know," she replied, with a shrug of her small shoulders. "Just make it up!"

"Alright then,"  you said, kissing her soft temple reassuringly.

You thought about a story of a brave princess named Sadie who loved to explore far and wide. She'd travel to magical lands where she would meet unique and friendly creatures who would help her in her adventures.

Their mission was to bring joy to people in all the kingdoms they visited. Sadie always made sure to take pictures of everything beautiful she saw so that she could remember it forever.

Along her way, she met a handsome prince who helped her in her adventures, and although they were very different people, they fell in love.

"But even though the princess fell in love with the handsome prince, she stayed true to herself. She still travelled and explored her kingdoms and, you know why?" you asked Sadie who was listening to your story with wide-eyed wonder, her small hands clutching the crayons tightly.

She shook her head slowly, begging for you to continue.

"Because the prince loved her for who she was, and so did she. She was confident and fierce. She was her own person and no one person should ever give up what they love for someone else," 

you continued, noticing the concentration etched across little Sadie's features as she pondered over this.

You saw a small curve forming in her cheeks, "I love that story, Y/N. Do you think there's a real princess like that in this world?"

You smiled at her innocence and laughed lightly.

"I don't know about that, Sadie, but I do believe that everyone is capable of being someone like that - a true self that they can share with the world.  And in this world, sometimes it just takes a bit of courage to let that self shine," you replied with a reassuring smile, patting her soft hair without noticing that Cillian was standing in the doorway, listening in on our tales as well.

"Daddy," Sadie though quickly acknowledged, causing you to turn around, a bit surprised when you saw him.

"Cillian," you greeted and, even though he was technically your stepfather, there was a weirdness installed between you both, that seemed to just grow bigger with every passing day.

"What are you two conspiring?" he smiled gently while Sadie got up and gave him a hug. He had been out all morning  , finishing up some loose ends before his next role in a new film.

"Just storytelling," you replied , trying to sound casual but the way your heart pounded at his nearness was anything but as you wondered how much of your story he had heard. 

"It was a pretty good story," he said slowly, before shooting you an enigmatic smile that made your heart skip a beat.

"Do you always listen in?"  you asked, raising an eyebrow at him. Your gaze locked with his for a moment, and the air between you crackled with an unexpected tension.

"Only when it sounds interesting," he admitted, his eyes not straying from yours. You felt your breathing hitch, the atmosphere in the room suddenly growing dense. "And you sounded interesting," he added, before clearing his throat and looking away.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, and fought the urge to fidget under his gaze.

"Isn't she the best story teller ever?" Sadie then asked her father  , her eyes shining up at him.

Cillian chuckled and bent down, picking her up in his arms, as he replied, "Yes, she is." He casted a look your way, a softness in his gaze that made your heart beat faster. "Now how about I run you a bath, Princess Sadie?" Cillian  suggested, giving her a gentle squeeze before putting her down.

Sadie giggled with delight, "Okay, Daddy."

As Cillian walked away with Sadie, you couldn't help but observe his movements with a mixture of admiration and longing. There was something about him - the way he carried himself, his gentle presence - that drew your attention like a moth to a flame.

Once Sadie was out of earshot, you found yourself getting lost in thoughts of him, imagining what it must feel like to be in his arms. But then,  you quickly shook off the tempting images, reminding yourself that he was your stepfather and boundaries needed to be maintained.

Later that evening, after Cillian had put Sadie to bed, he joined you in the living room. Your mother and twin sister were still out and about, seeing a musical that night, and you were both grateful for the break in tension.  You had been arguing with your mother every day and this was tiresome not only for you but also for Cillian who, to you, seemed a little tired in general these days.

"Hey," he said softly, approaching you as you sat on the couch in an oversized t-shirt and shorts, engrossed in a book.

"Hey," you replied, barely looking up from your book. Cillian sat next to you, leaning back into the cushions, keeping a respectable distance between you two. He shot you a smile, his eyes studying you intently while you put the book aside.

"Thank you for looking after Sadie today," he said conversationally, his voice low and easy. 

"I enjoy spending time with her," you replied, watching as a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "She's a wonderful little girl," you added with sincerity.

Cillian nodded his agreement, "She sure is, and you have a way with her too, more so than Cliona does," he observed, though not unkindly.

"Ah, well, I like kids," you said, shrugging casually, moving a little to get more comfortable and, just as you did, Cillian noticed the faint scent of your long hair tickling his nose. It was almost intoxicating. His gaze then fell to your lips, subconsciously studying the full curve of them as they parted in a soft sigh as you used the hairband on your wrist to tuck your hair up into a messy bun.

"Uhm," Cillian cleared his throat quietly, tearing his eyes away from your mouth. "Would you like to watch a movie or something?" he  asked, shifting his gaze to the blank TV screen across the room. It was a clumsy attempt at changing the subject and making the atmosphere less tense, but it seemed to work well enough as you smiled at him and shrugged your shoulders.

"Sure, why not. I don't mind," you replied, your voice calm as you tried to ignore the flutter in your stomach as his arm brushed against yours when he reached for the control. 

Cillian turned towards the TV and started scrolling through the options until, eventually, you said 'stop'. 

"How about this one?" you suggested, pointing to a classic black and white film. "It's one of my favorites." 

Cillian glanced over at the screen, recognition lighting up his features as he smiled wryly. "Really?" he then asked, impressed by the fact that you would choose an old classic.  You nodded, "I've always loved the elegance of old films," you replied.

He chuckled, "You surprise me more and more every day," he admitted, his voice light and teasing before he pressed play but, even as the movie started playing, Cillian could not focus on the screen.  He was too aware of how comfortable you seemed to be sitting beside him and, each time you shifted slightly, or moved your hand, a warm tingle spread through his body causing it to heat up. In fact, every time you laughed; the sound was so pure and spontaneous, and it made him want to smile.

Cillian's mind kept wandering away from the TV screen and towards you, your smell which was a cross between vanilla and fresh linen, leaving a heady scent that he noted every time you moved closer to him and he did not even know what to make of the things he was feeling right now.

He had never really thought about you in any inappropriate way, not until you rocked up here again a week ago, which is when something had changed. You had changed, a lot and it was almost like you were a person he had never met before. 

Your laughter seemed to ring sweeter in his ears these days, and that look you would sometimes give him was enough to make his heart race, and he could not explain why, but everything about you was affecting him in a way he didn't understand.

What was even weirder for him was that you and your sister looked almost identical, and he most certainly felt nothing for her when she was around. There was not even an ounce of attraction towards her, but with you, he had to constantly pep talk himself, telling himself to stop looking at you.

Cillian knew these thoughts were neither right nor sane, you were his stepdaughter after all. He had a responsibility towards you and your sister. You both were young adults now, trying to make your way in the world, and it was just a coincidence that you had moved in with him and your mother for this particular time in your life. And so, with all these thoughts swirling around in his mind, he tried his best to distract himself.

At the same time though, he knew the attraction he felt towards you was real and with this attraction there came instant guilt.  Cillian frowned, taking a deep breath as he tried to push away thoughts of you from his mind and tried to focus on the movie instead. You were his goddamn stepdaughter. He was married to your mother and even though their relationship was no longer intimate, this was wrong on so many levels.

Eventually though, he clamped down on the wild thoughts that danced in his mind and encouraged them to veer away towards the silent movie playing in front of them. The words floated up and hummed along on the wave of the melancholic music that set the scene for this classic film, and Cillian's eyes narrowed as he focused his gaze back up to the screen.

Cliona chose that exact moment - moments before the actors started performing a passionate love scene on the screen - to walk through the door. It happened so fast that neither of you noticed her entrance until she spoke.

"What are you two even watching?" Cliona asked, her voice dripping with disdain as she eyed the screen warily while your mother came in too, greeting you both with a strained smile that never quite reached her dark eyes.

"A classic," Cillian answered with a smile, his attention torn between the new arrivals and the screen before him. 

"Or more like an old crappy movie," your twin sister

commented, rolling her eyes dramatically while she plopped down on the couch, right between you and Cillian.

She shot him a smile that seemed to reach her eyes before stating, "Anyways, the musical was fabulous." 

Your mother followed your sister into the living room, with a bottle of wine in one hand and a bottle of soda in the other. She placed them both on the coffee table with a clink.

"Can we change it please? This looks a little boring," your mother proposed, her eyes dark and stubborn as they settled upon the scene on the screen.

Cillian sighed, absent-mindedly twisting the cover of the soda bottle, his gaze cycling between you, your sister, and your mother. For a brief moment, he wished you were somewhere else, doing something else – with you alone. But of course, he knew that he shouldn't feel that way as these thoughts were wrong.

"I think I am going to my room to finish this book," you eventually declared as your mother snatched the remote and  started flipping through channels.

You got up, trying your best to avoid Cillian's gaze but feeling the weight of it on you as you left the room, taking slow and measured steps so that they wouldn't notice how your hands trembled.

You couldn't help but feel the pressure of inappropriate expectations emanating from your mother and sister, and the tension in the air made your skin itch.

Once in your room, you closed the door with a soft click and leaned against it, taking several slow breaths.

Meanwhile, Cillian too decided to call it a night, claiming tiredness.  He said his goodnights and disappeared upstairs to his own bedroom where images of you in his head  kept him awake.

He tossed and turned under the sheets, wrestling with his own thoughts until he finally decided to give in. He started rubbing his tightening crotch gently with one hand, imagining how it would feel if you were there in bed with him and that, too, was something that he felt guilty about.  But the throbbing heat between his legs overpowered all his conscious attempts to not give in to the temptation.

He pulled down his pajama bottoms and wrapped his hand around his thick, aching length, letting out a quiet moan as he began to stroke slowly. He imagined how you would look, naked and lying on your back on the bed in front of him. The thought of you touching yourself, your fingers tracing gently over your swollen clit, made him groan louder, his grip tightening.

"Fuck," he groaned, imagining how it would feel to have you under him, your thighs wrapped around his waist as he thrust into you.

His hips jerked up in response to his thoughts and the sudden movement made his orgasm rush towards him so fast that his breath caught in his throat. His muscles tensed as he tried to hold back until the very last moment before giving into it, feeling guilty about it all the same.

It wasn't long before his orgasm hit him, hard and fast, with him spilling himself all over his stomach. He lay there for a few moments with his chest heaving, feeling shame.

He had just brought himself to orgasm thinking of his stepdaughter. Cillian knew that what he did was wrong. It was something he despised himself for, giving into these twisted inappropriate thoughts and it was then that, after cleaning himself up with a tissue, he reached for his phone, opened the email app, and scheduled an appointment with his counsellor for the next day.

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[aquagirl1978]

To Love a Sinner - William Rex x Reader (Ikemen Villains)

A/N: Happy Birthday, William! My first entry for An Invitation to Crown, hosted by @judejazza

Pairing: William Rex x Reader

Prompt: linked fingers

Word Count: 1006

Tags: NSFW; Minors - DNI; established relationship; reader is afab; piv; fingering; reader is referred to as "good girl"

A sin is nothing more than a sin.

It was very easy to love William. Yes, he was a sinner, and you accepted that, but he was so much more than just that. He was kind and compassionate to a fault, and he helped you find your true voice. With each sin he committed, you found yourself falling deeper in love with him, falling deeper into the darkness that was his world.

“What do you want for your birthday, Will?” you asked as you gazed up at a pair of adoring eyes. 

“I want what I want every day.” His eyes narrowed, and his smile widened, sending heat rushing through your body. Your cheeks already warm, you looked away; one look at his beautiful face, and you’d be lured into his wicked ways.

“Oh, please don't be shy, my dear sweet robin.” He pressed his palm gently against your cheek; your face tilted towards him as you leaned into his touch, your lips quivering as they searched for his. 

He dipped his face to yours, soft lips barely brushed against yours in what dared to be a kiss, his whispered words warm on your skin.

“Tell me what you want.”

Words escaped you as you let out a shuddering sigh. The look of pure, unbridled lust in Will’s eyes as he gazed down upon you was almost too much to bear.

“What do you desire?” he asked again. His body was gracefully poised over yours, close enough to feel his heat radiating through his clothes. His hand curled around yours, threading his fingers through yours.

“Kiss me,” you requested breathlessly, knowing this would only be the beginning of a night of sinful pleasure.

The tender expression that washed over his face told you precisely how happy he was to hear you express your wishes. He pressed his smile against yours, happily granting your desire. As your eyes drifted closed, the sweet scent of roses filled your lungs and Will deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth.

Your hands moved on their own accord; your fingers, finding the buttons on his shirt, began to clumsily unbutton them, one by one. Will let out a sound, deep and beautiful, once you undid enough buttons to slide his shirt down his shoulder.

Your hand, now on his bare skin, continued to push his shirt away, exposing his back. Breathing him in, savoring the sweet taste of strawberries still lingering on his tongue, you pressed your palm against his flesh, pulling him closer to you. 

Crimson nails crawled up your thigh, pushing the silky material of your skirt out of his way, his fingers pressing into your sensitive skin. A pleased grin graced his handsome face as his hand traveled up your leg until he found your most sensitive spot. You dug your nails into his back, your hands sliding across the wide expanse of fair skin, not caring if you left any marks, gasping when he slid a finger inside you.

He broke the kiss, gently pulling away from you. “Tell me what you want,” he whispered, his blood-red eyes mesmerizing as his thumb stroked your clit, this single touch making you forget everything but him. 

“I want you, Will.” Your voice was soft as you whispered words only for his ears. “I want all of you.”

“Then that is what you shall have.” He shifted his body, his face still close to yours, your legs spreading for him. He slid two fingers inside, slowly stretching you, enjoying the lewd sounds he elicited from your lips. 

You let out a small whimper when he removed his hand, your body immediately craving his. He quickly removed his belt and undid his pants, freeing his erection.

“Don’t take your eyes off of me,” he said as he guided his tip inside you. He covered your mouth with his, swallowing your moans as he pushed inside, slowly stretching your walls. 

“Good girl,” he whispered, his grin wicked as he held your hand in his, bracing himself as he began to rock his body against yours. A maelstrom of emotions brewed in your belly as you allowed yourself to freely indulge in this sinful pleasure. Will filled you with a pleasure so great it could only be good, his piercing gaze never leaving yours. A reminder that he liked to see your adorable face, and you liked to see his. Sliding his hand down your thigh, he guided your leg around his waist, allowing him to penetrate you deeper, your lustful moans melodious to his ear.

“Close your eyes and come for me,” he whispered into your ear, his hand sliding between your legs. Once he found your sensitive spot, his long fingers teased you, coaxing your soft, sweet sounds until you came undone in his hands. “Good girl, just like that,” he praised; you squeezed his hand as your trembling body succumbed to the pleasure he provided, his body soon joining yours in a state of absolute bliss.

You held his head close to your chest, your heart still beating wildly while night's embrace calmed you both. 

“Did you have a good birthday?” you asked quietly, your fingers combing his messy hair. He looked up at you, his crimson gaze tender as he looked at you with adoration. 

“Yes.” He flicked his eyes up to meet yours, his thumb traced light circles on the inside of your wrist, your hands still clasped together. “Maybe my best yet.”

One look at the radiant smile he flashed you, and you knew he had carved this moment on his heart.

“I love you, Will.” You squeezed his hand, not ready to let go. Not today, not any day. 

He pulled your joined hands to his lips and brushed a chaste kiss across your knuckles. “I love you, too,” he whispered back.

One day, the sinner would have to pay for his sins. But that day wasn’t today. And until that day came, you were going to love your sinner until his very last breath.

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[sukioyakio]

Saw some gojo drawings of him being a cowboy.Just wanted to share my thoughts on it. (Femreader)

might not be well edited 😭✌️

Cowboy!gojo,Who lives his whole life in his little sort of town, where it had enough food and water but enough for people to be able to use electricity. And its where he works as a cowboy in one big ranch. He just as well know about everyone in the little town, and they know him I mean who wouldn’t.The handsome white headed cowboy, the cutie that the girls would die for to be his wife, and the gorgeous blue eyes cowboy.

Cowboy!gojo,Who immediately knew when he saw you that he didn’t ever see you before. But you had this glow around you that brought him wondering. Probably that city girl glow he said to his mind, he cant say that he never went to other places or travel the world in which he did he pretty much enjoy it to top to bottom. But he prefer his little town he knows from the bottom of his heart.

He just had to come to you and he wanted to have his first appearance with you to be good. But it just happens that a car drove by a mud puddle.

“Helloooo there I hadn’t se- A red car drove by hitting the mud puddle and perfectly aimed on Gojo’s body and hair. You had no idea what just happened but you couldn’t help but laugh at his blanked expression. You hadn’t even heard what he had said before but you waved him off. Before saying. ”You might need a shower of a hour or two, see you later sir” You added with a sly smirk walking off with a sarcastic tone. He saw everything he needed to know that you just obtain his cowboy ass heart. He who is smiling like a dork after seeing a crush. Walking around with mud on his body like it’s nothing.

I just know that cowboy!gojo, who would have his signature smirk on every time he’s playing with the other cowboys. But he puts that smirk more widely when your around.(I don’t know if cowboys do races)

Cowboy!gojo, Who purposely trying to do anything to grab your attention. Sitting on his horse while they walk or jogging balls while the horse sprints. Wanting nothing more than to see you smile at his stupid shenanigans. It just bursts his ego with such warmth that he would have such a dorky grin on his face that his best friend playfully nudged his shoulder and ask him why he’s smiling like that.

“Gojo what the hell are you doing right now”Shoko stated as she sees him sitting on his black horse four beer bottles in air as he juggled them up and down. Gojo who didn’t hear shoko at all. Shoko couldn’t see who he was doing that for from the view she had and so she walked towards him. ’What is that idiot doing with my beer.’ She says but she stop when she see you rolling your eyes playfully and huffing a bit of laughter at his tactics. Shoko looks at you and knew immediately that she never saw you before and she looks at Gojo and sees that Manchild smiling like a highschool boy after their crush saying hi to them.And she knew that he was absolutely in love with you. “What you didn’t think I can juggle,huh” He says with a large smile on his lips. And beautiful blues eyes that were aimed towards your attention. “Definitely not on your horse I didn’t,your pretty talented guy that I can tell”You replied to him with a cheeky smile,looking at him with your arm crossed.The sarcasm in your voice wasn’t that hard to not notice.

Cowboy!Gojo,Who loves Fucking with you,He just like seeing if he can get to see how many adorable expressions can be on your face. Especially if he finds you reading a book on the grass field right next to the ranch house,in the quiet silence.In which he would purposely scare you with his loud voice. (edited)

It was pretty uneventful at the ranch.Which meant that he had more time to relax or catch up with you,his pretty princess.Ever since the last time he visit you which was like yesterday he had called you that nickname ‘pretty princess or princess’. and then you heard you mutter 'what a annoying knight’. And so he decided to call that every time he see you.He’s walking by the forest part of the park where it just outstanding beautiful, with the view of the green trees and perfectly shaved grass.He instantly see you and notices that didn’t see him or even hear him. Which hurt his little cowboy heart.But then a thought come up. I wonder what she does when she alone. He walks towards you with such ease that you didn’t even notice that.And Then BANG A gun shot blow up right next to you, making you jump up like a cat in fear.You quickly turn to your side to only get jump on by a white headed and all dessed cowboy. “Oh my fucking god!!What the hell was that For!” You yelled at him as your chest going up and down due to shear panic attack you almost got. while You could hear his laughter through the whole time.He just smiled and ruffles your hair.You groan quietly. ”Your alright,I’m right here princess.But woah are y’all city girls like this,pretty looking and addictive scary cats but don’t worry your knight in shining armor is here” You were so ready to punch him for doing that,but didn’t fell like doing that and so instead you just grumble and rolled your eyes,and huff out breath. “Oh yeah,I forgot to learn that I now have a knight in shining armor,that works at a ranch how lovely are you- -Satoru Gojo” god how he love the way his name rolls of your tongue.It like hearing the beautiful morning breeze.He lips can’t help but smile and laugh softly after seeing your cute frown on face.And then he already forgot what he wanted to came here to do.

Cowboy!gojo, who tried so hard to focus into something else but can’t seem to find anything,because you got him acting like a coward when he supposed to be a confident cowboy.After he saw you in some chaps (here links of the outfit- here ). You got him walking around with a half hard on.

Cowboy!gojo, who hear you laugh at him after his lovely horse kick him off her back while training,and even laugh more at the fact that he tried to act like that didn’t happen.He would just rolls his eyes and pull out his tongue.Like a man child his is.But cant help to put his hat on your face to cover his fluster face,chuckling really loudly.

THAT ALL I HAVE THERE AND I HOPE LIKE IT

also here I FINALLY FOUND WELL SORT THE ART of cowboy Gojo, But it not the one I saw.

The artist link Here go check them out

[matriarchjojo]

" GOLD DIGGER "

RINDOU HAITANI + BIMBO!READER

18+, slut shaming, misogyny, mean!dom rindou, hate sex, spanking, oral, rin treating reader like a rag doll, degradation, mating press, slapping, use of "sir", cheating(but not really), anal, MDNI

rindou was aware of his brothers girlfriend for some time now, and he knows for a fact that you are just using him for money but as much as he wants to hate you..he has to admit that everytime he would see see you: you look fine as fuck

God, he hates you.

Rindou knew for a while now that you are using his brother for his money. He noticed new clothes every day on you. Juicy Couture tracksuits, diamond necklaces, Dior shoes, Louis Vuitton bags, and that perfume that clouded his senses every time you would walk by him.

A filthy whore, That's what you are. Not the 'best girl in the world' like ran describes you.

If rindou didn't know any better he would have fallen into the same trap, the trap being your pussy.

Rin knew you were fucking his brother before he even saw you, he just heard your disgustingly erotic moans. And rin would never tell anyone but anytime you came over and rindou would hear your fucking moans he would push his head against the wall to hear you better and proceed to cum in his hand.

Ran is so fucking blinded by your..Beautiful face, curvy body, and those slutty-ass clothes that barely Cover your perfect ass and tits.

Of course, anytime rin tried to convince his brother that you were just using ran he laughed it off and didn't believe him.

So rin decided he should just Talk to you. And that's exactly what he did. Rindou came to your house because he used to drive his brother to you and knows by now where you live by now.

He walked up to your doorstep and Rang the bell, full of anger and impatience he tapped his foot against the concrete, taking a drag of his cigarette.

After the third puff of smoke escaped his lungs you opened the door

"Oh! Rinnie!" Of course you're dressed like a whore again. You were wearing a croptop where he could see your underboob and the shortest shorts he has ever seen.

"Hi. Can I come in?" His dark and mean gaze made you feel small but also like he was flirting with you. You nodded happily and let him in. "Where's ranran?" You questioned with a finger on your lip, god you're so fucking dumb. And it's making him hard. But that's not what he's here for, once he makes you break up with his brother, he will stop wanting to fuck you. Out of sight out of mind.

"I just came here to talk to you." He said, puffing a cloud of smoke in your direction, making you cough. You suddenly saw his bulge and immediately knew what you think he wanted. He came here to fuck you, and ranran told you if he asks you to fuck, you are allowed to say yes. And rinnie was really handsome, it's not like you've never thought about a threesome with your hot boyfriend and his just as handsome brother.

"I know what- h-huh?" He began but looked down and saw you on your knees trying to unbuckle his belt, he wasn't protesting and his cock wouldn't stop twitching every time your long nails would brush against his clothed erection and he didn't know why.

"I always kind of knew you liked me~" you giggled and looked up at him with your disgustingly adorable eyes

You finally got his pants down, and you started to pull his tight boxers down, where you could already see how big he was. "Oh!" You yelped watching his cock bounce out of its confinements in front of your face.

Rin just kept looking at you, he should be szopping you but he just wanted you to hurry the fuck up.

You grabbed his 10 inches and looked at it wide-eyed. He could rip you apart so easily. You bit your lip before kissing his leaky tip and earning a small groan from him "fuck.." his fingers ran through your hair in such an erotic way that you could get wet from that if you weren't already dripping.

But all of a sudden rin got back to his senses and yanked your hair away from his aching cock.

"The fuck you think you're doin' huh?" Before you could even give him an answer he dragged you by the hair into the kitchen and slammed you down onto the white marble counter.

"Dirty fuckin' whore now you're tryna fuck me too?" His degrading and angry words didn't match up with him spreading your legs apart and pulling your shorts down. And surprise, surprise..you aren't wearing any panties AND you're soaking wet.

Rin snarled and suddenly a harsh slap landed on your wet pussy lips. Making your whole body flinch and force a whine out of you "fuckin' takin' all my bro's money for sucking his dick, you're fuckin' disgusting.." he said as he got in between your legs, drooled over how pretty your pussy looked, and how cutely it clenched around nothing.

"R-rinnie what— AH!!—" you moaned out as another slap hit your poor pussy. "Stop fuckin' calling me that, I'm not your stupid boy toy like my brother. It's sir from now on, got it? I'll show you how to fuckin' behave." His Fingers suddenly spread your slick drenched pussy lips apart and he couldn't help but bite his lip at your beautiful pussy.

"Fucking dirty hole.." you whined at his mean comment but moaned once his tongue made contact with your sensitive nub.

"A-Ahhh!!—" rindou didn't even hold back, he just made out with your pussy while his big hands grabbed your ass cheeks, he pulled them apart and let go of one of them and he slid the tip of his thumb inside your tight asshole

"N-NO, S-SIR NOT THERE- AHH!" Once you protested, he shoved his finger knuckle deep into you and wiggled it around in your soft but unbelievably tight walls. The taste of your pussy and feeling it clench already made him salivate but the way your asshole clenched as well as the cherry on top.

"Dirty whore..wanted me all this time, didn't you?" He groaned before diving back in and making it impossible for you to answer.

Your ass started to grind back onto his face and thumb, "y-yes!!" You wailed as you suddenly came all over his face and new, expensive suit.

He stood up and grabbed your hair to make you look up at him, meeting his cold and almost angry expression as his chest heaved with heavy breaths escaping his wet lips "do you see what you did?" He pointed at the Pool of your slick on his dress pants

"Get on your knees and clean it up, ya hear me?" You didn't respond and just whined, rindou took that as you being a brat and smacked you in the face "I asked if ya heard me, whore." You mewled and nodded with a quiet "yes.." got on your, now jelly-like knees, and stuck your tongue out to lick and suck at the wet spots on his pants.

This whorish sight of you sucking your cum out of his pants because he told you to, made his cock ache painfully. You kept eyeing his cock but rindou grabbed your hair again and dragged you over to your big white couch (that his brother probably paid for) and slammed you down on it before getting in between your legs

"I wanted you too.. but don't get ahead of yourself because I said that. Everyone would wanna fuck you senseless if they saw those slutty Outfits of yours" you bit your lip at his comment and clenched your thighs together

"Open your mouth." He said dryly and you just let out a little 'huh' before rin grabbed you again to slap you "i said open your fuckin' mouth." He hissed through gritted teeth, you obeyed and he spat onto your pretty tongue "swallow it..yeah, just like that..see? You can be a good girl if you want to."

You smiled and nodded. "y-yes, sir!" Rindou grinned and chuckled at your obedience "you want daddy to stretch that nasty pussy out now?"

Your eyes lit up almost immediately as those words left his mouth, rindou smiled "Guess that's a yes.." rin looked down and stroked his cock a few times before positioning it against your twitching hole, practically begging him to slide it inside you.

"C'mon say you want sir to fuck you say 'please, sir, I want you to fuck my slutty pussy, pleasee~'" he mocked and laughed lowly once you started begging like he asked "good girl." He grunted as rin slid his cock slowly inside of you. "Ya feel that, baby? Feel how good it's stretching your little cunt-"

you suddenly cut him off messily and aggressively, making out with him. He groaned deeply into your mouth but pulled away and slapped you. "Did I give you permission to kiss me? Hm?"

He slapped you again, and you shook your head. "I didn't think so." He snarled but then kissed you before pounding into you. His groans filled your mouth while your loud moans and whines filled his.

Rin pulled away from the kiss and grinned down at you "cock hungry whore.." as he kept pounding into you he quickly changed the Position by pushing your left leg against your chest and keeping the other on his hip with one of his legs on the ground, reaching even deeper than before and getting to pound you even harder.

"S-SIR!— I-i'm GONNA-" already? He asked himself, but rin certainly didn't complain, cause the feeling of your pussy clamping his thick cock so hard it almost made him see stars

"Fuuck..good fuckin' pussy..mhh.." he groaned while he tried to reach his high as he helped you ride out yours, though, the overstimulation made you cum once again onto his cock and dress pants. "Whore- fuck..kiss me, baby.." he moaned as you draped your arms around rindou to pull him down into the kiss that he asked for.

At the same time your wet and hot tongues touched each other he shot his hot and thick load deep into your cunt.

You suddenly started wailing loudly. "SIR—NOO~ I-I'M NOT ON THE PILL- AHHH!" rin should be concerned, but he instead bit his lip and couldn't help but grin

"Well, then you better start callin' me daddy every day cause I definitely just fucked a baby into ya." You should be concerned as well but just like rindou, you found this more like hot than concerning.

Out of the blue, his brother was calling him. "Almost on cue.." rin sighed and picked up "yeah?"

"Where are you right now? Mikey just called a meeting." Ran asked as his brother pinched the bridge of his nose

You perked up and sat up, staining the couch in more of Rindou's cum "is it ranran? RAAAN~" you giggled happily

Rindou wanted to die right then and there. His brother would hate him for sure!

"So you finally fucked her?" He chuckled "took ya long enough! She's good right? That pretty pussy's so greedy~" rindou groaned and hung up

You tilted your head confused "what did ranran say?" Rindou just stared back at you and sighed

"Both of you are horrible.." But you just giggled, wrapped your arms around his neck, and kissed his cheek."Are we gonna do this again? It was fun!" Rindou blushed slightly and completely forgot why he was here in the first place

"Yes..sure, baby.." he smiled softly and gave you a sweet kiss."I gotta go now though, I'll come back tonight with ran, kay?" You giggled and nodded. "okayy~ have fun and be safe!" Rindou zipped his pants up and put his jacket back on before getting out of your house and back into his car just to slap his head on his steering wheel

"I worried way too much..she..she's not that bad.."

And now he did fall into your trap, but who could blame him?

[mrsoharaa]

Visiting your favorite local aquarium just to see those handsome, rugged "merfolk" casually swimming and perched lazily on a ragged boulders, until they see you come around the corner. Almost waiting oh so anxiously of your return each day of each visit you would stop by, timely.

Sitting next to their tank, comfortably amongst the outskirts of the industrial window distancing between the both of your worlds, watching you intensively and attentively to everything you do, listening to you read to them with that strange little object that seemed to flip thin sheets of paper ever so mesmerizingly. The sound of your sweet voice only entrancing them that much more (Ironic, since they were once literal sirens, succubi's, of the sea). Their heads voluntarily tilts slightly with each flip of every page you would make, noting the tender smile grace over your pretty face effortlessly as you shift over each word. Adoring the pure enlightenment and joy that radiates from you for accompanying them during the opening hours of the aquarium.

But once the aquarium starts to close down for the night, only one of the beautiful fishmen would still find himself floating right where he was when you first came to join them in company. Eyes of deep amethyst and curiosity beaming all over you ever so carefully, intently as his beautiful, iridescent scaly onyx tail waves through the crystalline water to balance his burly stature, as extended sleek tresses of raven flows with the waters calm current.

His webbed, wide hands gently caress the flat surface of the glassed tank. His head tilts to the right gradually, glancing between your right hand back to your gorgeous eyes. As though he was waiting for you to purse your hand with his. The need to feel you through the thick glass that separated you two.

You smile pliantly, carefully planting your right palm onto the surface to where his hand had planted.

His lips perk up into a heart warming smile, his eyes tracing over your luring presence. His lush lips slowly murmur in a inaudible mumbling, as thought whispering to you in gentle whisks.

You lilt your head and blink in confusion, trying to decipher his silent mumbling. Slowly catching on to the voiceless action.

"Su-gu...ru?" you murmur silently, reflecting his action, watching the breath taking man nod with that same brimming smile, eyes glimmering with such enlightenment and purity.

"Su...guru...Suguru...Ohhh! that's your name, Suguru?" you finally caught on, watching the charming smile on his face keep it's radiant beauty. His vast chest seeming bigger, chiseled with such delight and wonder to the sight of your cute reaction to finally getting his name.

Suguru nods more entrustingly, hardly swiping his webbed hand across the clear glass.

"Ma'am, the aquarium is now closing, I must ask you to take your leave now" one of the security guards informed you from behind, you look over towards the stoic security guard and sigh softly, almost dishearteningly. Collecting your bag and book as you stood straight forwardly, your head turning back towards the beautiful fishman floating before you.

Your hand gently homing back onto the tanks glass, watching his fingers meet your smaller digits. His adoring irises glossed of sadness and emptiness. You'd simply smile at him with comforting reassurance.

"It's okay...I'll be back tomorrow and with a new book" you mutter softly, watching one of the other fishman, the one with vibrant, cerulean eyes and snowy wavy hair (with a matching tail) sneak up from behind over Suguru's broad shoulders. Gorgeous bright eyes carefully watching you pace yourself from your current position over towards the exit of the darken vicinity.

Your eyes briefly meet there's momentarily, waving them a bashful smile and wave as you set off to your own home.

All while they patiently await for your next loving, pleasant visit.

[melodyanqel]

A Lot Like Love | ys

summary: a walk on the beach with confessions.

pairing: prince!yeosang x florist!female!reader

genre/tags: fluff, royalty, cute, mention of social class

wc: 500+ words

a/n: first sangie post! this is seriously so adorable that i was combusting >.<

Prince Kang Yeosang is the definition of beauty. 

His looks and demeanor are so unreal that the people of Aurora can’t compare to him. But Yeosang also gets misunderstood by many. He is viewed as a stoic, untouchable man who is too perfect for the world. However, Yeosang’s true colors are much the opposite. His calming and kind personality is bright like a flower. Most importantly, a true gentleman who fell in love with a civilian. 

You are the sun that delights him and the moonlight to clear his darkest hours.

After running the kingdom the entire day, Yeosang takes you on a beach stroll as the sunset welcomes them. 

The sunset blossoms upon the horizon as if a million scarlet blooms ignited.

Hand-in-hand, the young couple took steps on the sand, and the sounds of ocean waves rustling soothed their ears. Yeosang ditched his pristine clothes, made by luxury brands, and wore comfortable, casual ones. He turns his head to see the real beauty next to him. You sense his hard gaze and look up at his glimmering eyes.

“It’s rude to stare.” You playfully remarked. A deep chuckle escaped from his glossy lips. “It’s not bad when it’s someone that you love.” Yeosang countered. You become flustered and quickly break eye contact. You hate yet enjoy how he uses his sweet words.

Surprisingly, the beloved Prince Kang Yeosang wasn’t this daring before. He used to be shy, quiet, and socially awkward. Suddenly, he found seven other friends who were princes in their respective kingdoms. Not to mention, he also comes across you giving out flowers to children at your flower shop. 

Yeosang then lets go of your hand to embrace you from behind. His strong arms wrap around your waist and his chin is on your left shoulder. “I’m curious. Why did you agree to be with me?” He inquiered. A royal highness choosing someone from a lower class did raise a lot of eyebrows, and a bit of controversy. In the end, Yeosang defended the sun and moon of his life and confronted his parents that he found happiness, from a lovely florist. 

You responded to Yeosang’s question. “It sounds straightforward but I picked you because you’re the only one in my life. I never got intimidated by your status. I see you as a human being who is unbearably cute, handsome, funny, and caring.” You tell the truth to your lover. 

Yeosang listens carefully while his heart is pounding and his cheeks blooming red. “O-Oh, wow. Thank you. Very.” He shyly appreciates your everything. You heard his stutter and smiled. It’s adorable how Yeosang gets shy and it’s endearing. 

You craned your neck to the side and looked at him. Yeosang notices it and returns the smile. “I love you.” He spoke sincerely. You flash your teeth in a wide smile. “I love you too.” You surprise him with a peck on his rosy lips. Yeosang jolted and his face became red like a rose. 

[clare-875]

Time (Levi x Reader)

_____ Pairing: Levi x Reader Summary: No matter how much time passes, love remains (post-war Levi) Warnings: Fluff, some angst Notes: The above GIF does NOT belong to me [AOT Masterlist] _____

Levi turns to you as you look beyond your windows to the sunset that dyes the blue sky orange. The falling sun illuminates your figure and he sees the pause in your movements as you finish drying the dishes for the day. You turn to him and it doesn't matter how much time has passed, he still feels the thrumming of his heart beat faster at your unwavering gaze. Your skin may have lost itself to the etches of time and life, and your hair might now be greyer as it was depleted of its youth, but your eyes, your smile and your beauty, were all the same. You move from the kitchen and join him by his side, sitting slowly on the chair next to his as he holds out a hand to you. You take it instantly. His grasp melds within yours perfectly, so natural and familiar over the decades you've felt the same sensation; the same love.

Your gaze moves from your interwoven hands to the man you have adored for all of this time. You watch the glint of his grey eyes, seeping deep with warmth and affection, it still makes the heat rise to your face. You see scars littered on his form fade with time, see the lines and indentations of his age. But through it all, you merely see in all simplicity, that he is so perfect; he is still so handsome and strong and yours. Levi meets your gaze. He is still in utter wonderment at how you could look at him so unfaltering even after the time that has passed and the injuries that had caused permanent damage during the final fight for freedom. He wonders how he was so fortunate to have found you, to have had you love him for as long as he can remember. You smile, and it makes Levi reminisce.

It makes him remember the days spent "back then."

He remembers you, wide eyes gleaming as you turned to him atop your horse, laughing as you called to him to hurry up. "Come on Levi, since when were you so slow?" You would merely see his irritated glare at your teasing words but unbeknownst to you, his thoughts mingled with those of your beauty and your grace; how lucky he was to still have you by his side. His fears were hidden but they were true. Life as Scouts was never concrete, death could so easily take you from him, just as it could take him from you. Levi craved the lingering peace, but it felt so out of reach and so far away. So, despite the dwindling dream of you and him, he allowed himself to live in the contentment of the moment as you galloped upon an open field, calling his name. He allowed himself to watch as your eyes enlightened in your brief joy, bringing about the only sight he would ever need; you, happy, safe and alive.

He remembers quiet nights amid shared chambers, how he explored your body and you explored his. It was new to both of you, but you could only envision yourself with him, and Levi with you. He remembers glancing at the dark ceiling afterwards as you slept encased by his side. He remembers thoughts that loitered about his head; of his fears and doubts and of you. You. When Levi looks down you are sleeping peacefully at his side, his arm wrapped loosely around you. Only once had Levi been grateful for his insomnia, and it was in this moment; the moment he saw you content and trusting the man humanity deemed the strongest soldier. He feels your warmth and he feels your love even in the silence; even in the absence of your bright eyes. He feels his heart thrum to life subconsciously as he gazes down at you, forever grateful for whatever being had allowed him of you; had allowed one blessing in this cruel world.

He begged they did not take you away.

He remembers seeing you drenched in grief, entangled within the confines of love persevering in the absence of love returned. He remembers your distant eyes and your downcast form; it almost broke him too. He remembers your tears and the hurt that you tried to hide from him, scared for him to see your anguish at the loss you both face each day. He remembers the constricting of his heart. He had held you when you threatened to shatter, and you had finally relented to the comfort he never knew he could give. But he found himself doing what you would do in his moments of distress. The two of you stood as a pillar for the other, when one threatened to fall the other would be there to guide them back up with silent love and murmured words. You were so unspeakably grateful, but he wondered if you knew how much he was grateful for your presence in the moments he hid the despair heavy in his heart; the way you just knew, and provided him with a strength, unmatched.

He remembers the rush of the air and the fear he hid carefully behind a masked facade. He remembers the years when his youth allowed his agile movements, and though in such wretched circumstances, Levi almost missed the weightless feeling of flying through the air. How many times had he torn through the napes of Titans? How many times had he stared death in the face; how many times had he seen it take his subordinates and comrades from him? He remembers the grip you had on his heart as he would also witness you, risking your life for humanity's sake. If demise wasn't so imminent he would look to your graceful form all day, but it wasn't a world that could spare any moment of peace. How many times had the both of you saved the other from death? How many times had his heart rate spiked at every close call? How many times had you returned to his embrace; Levi was forever grateful he never met the time when you didn't.

He remembered the day he could finally call you his, quiet vows binding the eternal love you shared. It was serene and there was a scarcity in the number of guests present to witness a moment of vulnerability from humanity's strongest. He saw you, adorned in a simple white dress, hair pulled up perfectly. He swore you were an angel put on earth just for him as he watched you walk carefully towards him until your hands were intertwined. It was rare, but you saw a tear slip from his eye as you fought your own tears that threatened to spill. His gaze was gentle, a kind of softness that could only be built upon the years of knowing and loving him. Levi remembers your eyes, brimming with love, smile glowing under the dim light of the sky above. It was a moment of normalcy; as though he was merely a man getting married to the person he loved, and there was no world out there devoid of hope or serenity.

So much has happened since then.

So much loss, revelation, war. But through it all, somehow, the dwindling dream persevered. You and him, together and at peace; it was all he ever wanted. It was the life he craved within the walls; it was what he found on the other side. It wouldn't matter how much time passed or how much he and your youth were lost to time. You were beautiful and you always would be to him. He never knew that there could be hope in his dull and macabre life, but you brought it to him every day he was alive. Now the sense of normalcy he craved, the life he wanted so desperately was his every day. Even as the years brought you both close to a distant but inevitable goodbye, all he knew was you were all he needed; you were all he held onto.

You and him, forever; no amount of time could change that.

[foolforharrry]

So Good

Word count: 2.7k

Summary: Harry and y/n's lazy Christmas morning where they're disgustingly in love

Warnings: There is a little smut in here

I hope you all have had an amazing holiday!! And that you enjoy this lil oneshot.

If you wanna check out more of my writings, my masterlist is here

Christmas has never been y/n’s favourite holiday. In fact, it’s been her least favourite holiday.

Growing up, she would hear her classmates talk about how their Christmas had been magical. Filled with love and laughter. Presents and someone dressing up as Santa Claus.

Even as they got older and realised that Santa wasn’t real, the magic of Christmas had then gone from a mysterious man delivering them presents in the dark of night to the love and laughter of all their loved ones gathered in one place.

Y/n didn’t understand why everyone else got so lucky when her holiday was filled with screaming and yelling at the top of her family’s lungs. Glasses and plates smashed against the walls. There was never a tree that they’d decorate together. Never any pretty lights hung up around the house.

The only thing that separated Christmas time in her family’s house from the rest of the year was that the fighting got worse from the alcohol the adults would consume to get through.

When y/n had opened up to Harry about why she doesn’t like the holiday that he adores so much he had vowed to do his absolute best to replace all the bad memories with happy ones.

And waking up slowly cuddled in bed with her boyfriend on Christmas morning is yet another happy memory y/n knows she’s going to cherish as she reflects on the day and evening before, face nuzzled into Harry’s warm chest.

They had spent the whole day at Anne’s. Anne has grown very fond of y/n in the almost three years she’s been with her son. So when she heard that she would finally be joining them to celebrate Christmas Eve, Anne had been over the moon with joy and hugged the girl as long as she let her when y/n and Harry had knocked on her door just before 12 o’clock.

Christmas Eve had been laughter and board games. Exchanging gifts and the small talk that louder as the day bled into the night and everyone was buzzing with the wine that was served.

It was the polar opposite of any Christmas Eve y/n had ever had in her life.

Y/n had tried to find a moment to thank Anne for opening her home to her, but every time she’d tried, Anne had waved her off saying that “My door is always open for family, dear.”

Right now, y/n feels at peace. As if she and Harry are in their own little, impenetrable bubble that she doesn’t ever want to leave. Feeling his chest rise and fall with every sleeping breath of air going in and out of his lungs as she traces the art inked into his skin exposed to the warm sunlight filtering in through the curtains.

It’s a type of serenity that she used to dream of having.

His skin has paled significantly from the Italian tan he had gotten over their long vacation in the summer, but still held a golden hue left to it.

The change in his breathing pattern is what alerts her that Harry is slowly waking up after however long she’s been in her own little world. Then a shift in his fingers splayed over the curve of her waist as she feels the vibrations in his chest before she hears his groggy morning voice rasp, “Merry Christmas, my love.”

The voice of the person she loves most in this world has a wide smile immediately forming on y/n’s face as she shifts her body so she’s laying on her stomach with her left cheek pillowed on Harry’s chest so she can look admire the beauty of a human being she’s sharing her bed with.

“Morning handsome.” Y/n smiles tiredly at him, humming in satisfaction when Harry starts drawing soft circles on the small of her back.

Harry had been planning on waking up at the ass crack of dawn today so that he could make her favourite breakfast, French toast and berries, and hot chocolate. Wake her up with loving kisses and one of her presents as they ate their meal cuddled in bed with Grey’s Anatomy, their favourite show at the time.

But when he had come to consciousness to the heavenly feeling of y/n nuzzled against his side, soft caressing touches where he knows his tattoos are, he couldn’t even bring himself to be annoyed that his plan hadn’t worked out.

Both their faces are puffy from a night’s sleep and a soft blush is spread across their cheeks from the warmth of each other’s bodies.

Without saying a word, Harry pouts his pink lips for a kiss, expectant eyes watching hers as y/n connects the dots. Y/n is happy to oblige, shifting so she is lazily straddling his waist. Hands cupping his face tenderly as she connects their lips.

Harry hums into the kiss, squeezing her sides lovingly as he sits up fully, y/n’s butt now planted firmly on his lap.

Y/n pulls away momentarily, giggling at the disgruntled downturn of his lips when Harry realises that she’s no longer kissing him. “Why’d you stop?”

“Because.”, y/n pushes him back just enough to look him in the eye when Harry dips down to kiss her again. “I wanted to ask you a question.”

He nods for her to continue.

“Did you have a good dream or are you just happy to see me?”

A coy smirk takes over the frown that was etched on Harry’s face at her question, dropping his hands to her hips. “Always happy to see my girl.”

Satisfied with her answer, y/n picks up where they left off. Almost.

There’s more intent in the way Harry swipes his tongue over her bottom lip for access and the quick pull y/n gives the curls at the back of Harry’s neck.

It quickly turns more heated. Roaming hands and a small whimper from y/n when Harry guides her hips to grind down on him, the only thing separating them being the thin cotton of their underwear.

“I need you.”, Harry breathes against her lips, his body hot all over and pupils blown from the lust rushing through his system.

Y/n can feel how hard he is and it’s only making her more aroused as she nods, going to kiss him again.

But he stops her, waiting until she is looking at him with a pout on her lips before he speaks, “Words, baby.”

“I need you too. Please.”

With that Harry rolls her off him so he’s hovering over her, y/n on her back with her head on the soft pillows, not wasting a second to pull Harry’s face down to hers, needing to taste him as she tangles her fingers in his messy curls.

After kissing like that for a bit longer, Harry moves on from her mouth and starts trailing kisses down her neck, relishing in the small whimpers and shaky breaths he pulls out from her when he leaves love bites at the spots he knows she’s extra sensitive.

He keeps sucking and licking her skin until she’s squirming and begging him to give her more.

Who is he to deny her that?

Helping her to sit up just enough, he is quick to pull her t-shirt over her head, chucking it to the side without a care about where it lands. His breath gets caught in his throat when his eyes land on her.

Almost completely naked and all his. Her breasts full and the soft rolls of her stomach he would worship every second of the day if she let him. The small, white scar just below her left collarbone. Faded enough that the only reason he knows where it is, is all the hours he’s spent admiring her.

If it had been any other person just looking at her as intensely as Harry does, y/n would’ve tried covering herself up. And at the beginning of their relationship, she had. Until she realised that there wasn’t one hint of judgement or ill-intended thought behind those green eyes she loves so much. It was pure love and adoration.

“Beautiful.”, Harry whispers. Low enough to make y/n wonder if he even meant for her to hear it.

Not that she gets a long time to when he starts kissing down the length of her torso, leaving open-mouthed, wet kisses in his wake that has a shiver going down her spine. He hooks his fingers underneath the band of her panties before he drags them down her legs and throws them in a similar manner to the shirt.

Harry lays down on his stomach between her legs as he kisses the inside of her thighs teasingly, knowing that the attention to the soft, flesh would make her even more impatient than she already is.

“Stop teasing.”, y/n whines, not caring how desperate she sounds. Or about the smug curve of his lips.

“Don’t worry darling. I’ll take care of you.”

And with that he puts y/n out of her misery, attaching his mouth to her pussy and eating her out in the way he knows will have her back arching.

Harry can’t lie and say that the fact that y/n was wet to the point where he could see the arousal leaking from her vagina without having even touched her, wasn’t a very nice stroke to his ego.

The attention to her clit already has y/n squirming, Harry’s arms wrapping around the thick of her thighs to keep her still as he hums at her taste. The vibrations intensify everything she’s already feeling, not able to keep the moans from falling anymore. And Harry definitely doesn’t mind.

All his senses are taken over by her. The taste, smell and feel of her is all there is and he would happily drown in it all.

Dizzy with pleasure, y/n’s eyelids fall heavy as she feels herself getting closer and closer to her high, vice-like grip on Harry’s hair to keep herself from flying into outer space.

Harry notices all the tell-tale signs. Her muscles tensed. Breath shallowing. Thighs squeezing the sides of his head like she’s afraid he’ll stop. That’s the last thing he wants to do. And he gets exactly what they both want.

Her high racks through her body, her whole body locking up as she comes, Harry helping her through it as she slowly but surely sinks into the mattress. Her chest still rises and falls rapidly, a shine of sweat covering her flushed skin as Harry detaches himself from her centre, pressing loving, delicate kisses along the skin. Murmured whispers of praise fill the silence as he works his way up her body.

“How’d I do?”, Harry asks her, nudging his nose against hers, a wide smile breaking out on his face when his favourite colour comes into view.

Y/n smiles lazily back at him, “So good, my love.”

Being the sucker for praise he is, Harry’s smile gets impossibly wider when she continues; “Always treat me so well. Don’t know what I’d do without my sunshine. I love you so much.” Her eyes are hazy and voice dreamy as she speaks, her head still in the clouds.

“You sure you don’t just love my tongue?”, he teases, unable to help himself.

Y/n rolls her eyes at him, pushing him off her body in fake offence, teeth digging into her bottom lip to keep from smiling too hard. “You’re a fucking idiot.”

“Only for you.”, Harry quips with a kiss to her bare shoulder, relishing in the new blush coating her cheeks.

He’ll never get sick of making his girl blush.

He’s about to say something else when her smile drops, a look of guilt rises in its wake. Confusion replacing Harry’s. “What’s wrong, beautiful?”

“You didn’t finish.”, she states, that look still there.

Relief has Harry letting out a laugh that it wasn’t anything serious. Y/n doesn’t understand why he’s laughing though. No matter how many times Harry has assured her that he’s always ok and that he just loves pleasing the woman he loves, she always wants him to feel good too.

Her question about what’s so funny to him is quickly answered when his laughter dies down and he looks at her sheepishly. “I did finish.” Cheeks red as a tomato at the confession that fell from his lips.

Stunned to silence, her eyes dart from his face to his crotch. When it fully dawns on her what he’s saying and she’s seeing, y/n can’t help the giggles bubbling in her stomach. The giggles quickly escalated to full-out cackling that earns her a playful shove when she can’t stop.

The sweet sound of her loud, bright laughter makes it extremely difficult for Harry to even be embarrassed about it anymore. It instead has him joining her. He knows it’s never ill-intended.

Once they’ve calmed down, y/n makes sure she understood him right, “You really just came in your pants eating me out?”

“Like a fucking teenager.”, Harry nods before he’s pulling her body back to his, missing the feeling of her skin on his. Y/n happily obliges, tangling her legs with his again.

They fall back into a comfortable silence as they enjoy the other’s presence and warmth for a few minutes. No words were exchanged. Just affectionate touches and hearts full and content, beating to the same rhythm.

They might not be perfect. But for each other, they’re just right.

Rain doesn’t exist without the sun. The tide wouldn’t be without the magnetic forces from the moon. The ocean wouldn’t be the same. It wouldn’t be so lively and free. So rich with life.

It might have been perfect without the chaos. But it would never have been so beautiful.

At least that’s the conclusion y/n makes wrapped up in the comfort of Harry’s embrace. Harry is her sun, her moon. He’s her calm and her storm. He’s her shelter and her sunshine. He’s everything she’s ever wanted and more than she thinks she deserves.

Harry feels the exact same way about her. Never has he ever met someone who can keep her warmth and light through her darkest days without letting them go dim and cold. In the fog, she’s his lighthouse. Always there to guide him back to safety. Home.

Before her, his world was grey and dull. Then she came along and brought all the colour and life he didn’t even know existed with her.

The love they have for each other is one that’s so painfully obvious they couldn’t even hide it if they tried.

It’s Harry who breaks the silence, a light tap on her hip to get her attention, “Wanna go get cleaned up, love?”

Without moving a muscle, she hums her agreement. “Not comfortable to lay here with your underwear soaked in cum, is it?”

“Shut up.”, Harry whines, pinching the chub of her waist, making her jolt and laugh. “Couldn’t help it. Not when you looked and sounded so incredibly sexy.” The words are spoken in a tone that has a shiver running down y/n’s spine.

Before they get too occupied again, y/n reluctantly rolls off Harry. But not before giving Harry a quick peck on the lips.

She’ll never get tired of his lips.

Harry is quick to trail after her, smiling fondly when she nearly trips over her own two feet on their journey to their shared bathroom.

While they stand under the warm stream of water together, Harry’s shower playlist echoing off the tiled walls, y/n decides that if this is how Christmas morning is going to be from now on, there’s a possibility that Christmas could become a holiday she enjoys. And it would all be thanks to him.

And she tells him just that, looking into the sea of green she loves so much as the water cascades around them. The comforting scent of the shampoo she’s used since she was a teenager. Only it didn’t make her feel any type of way until Harry started using hers, saying that it makes his hair feel soft. So now the fresh smell of coconut belongs to him.

Harry turns her around so he can lather conditioner through her hair, giving the top of her head a kiss that had y/n’s tummy swarming with butterflies. “You know.”, he starts. “I’ve always been a sucker for the holidays. But you’ve made this one a hundred times better than I thought it could ever be.”

Y/n turns back around with a bashful pull to her lips, “Ditto.” 

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If you guys want me to write the rest of their Christmas day, please let me know.

[harry-styles-obsessed]

Story does include smut. Minors do not interact with this post, thank you.

Trigger warnings: description of near assault/ bullying, age gap, dominant, dark Harry (kinda?), praise, dad! Harry, younger reader (early 20s), body image issues, self esteem issues… reader is just incredibly insecure… everything that goes hand in hand with that basically— and lots of smutty stuff! This will be kind of slow burn!! Long story so get comfortable! Also please read with discretion lovelies. You all matter.

This story was requested but the requester asked to remain anonymous so I will not be mentioning anything about their request but please to anyone out there struggling with any type of body imagine problems please PLEASE know you’re absolutely beautiful and I hope one day you will see that.

©️ please do not copy or translate my work.

Harry x plus size Inexperienced fem! Reader (Harry is not famous in this story)

Make you mine

"You cannot be serious Anna"

Your voice was annoyed and frustrated "oh I'm deadly serious”

You throw a glare directly at Anna who's grinning at you mischievously "you’re unbelievable. I’ve got work to focus on anyways so… no.” You murmur a flush of red appearing upon your already reddened cheeks. You didn’t do parties. You didn’t like parties. Full stop. Parties were where bad things happen and you were not planning on getting involved with that type of shit.

"Don't change the subject! Y/n please... PLEASE. You know it'll be fun!! Plus Jamie is fine as hell... his tattoos and shit like-" you felt annoyance spread throughout you your hand coming up to pinch the bridge of your nose "alright alright! Fine.. whatever. I'll come with you to your friends stupid party." You mutter rolling you eyes watching out of your peripheral as Anna does a little happy dance, before tightly wrapping her arms around your neck

"Thank god! Now we've got to choose your outfit. That red dress looks real good on you." She spoke suddenly sporadically searching through your wardrobe making you roll your eyes. She cannot be serious. Going to a party is one thing but dressing up with zero body confidence is another thing.

“Anna.” You spoke in a warning tone, fear and worry spreading across your features “I am not skinny. Im not even pretty. I don’t have your body confidence!” You didn’t feel beautiful whatsoever. You felt like an absolute failure and mess most of the time. You just felt ugly. Sure Anna would beg to differ but she was your best friend, of course she would boost you up. You hated the way you looked it made you feel sick... you hated your body. You hated yourself. You hated everything to do with yourself. “Y/n! Enough. You’re beautiful. Keep talking shit and I might just have to get a handsome guy to show you how perfect you really a-“ “NO. Anna. Oh my god gross— no.”

You say exasperated as you plop down onto the bed, laying down- your arms dangling just above your head as you breathe quietly hearing hangers clattering together as your best friend continued viciously searching through your wardrobe.

Jamie Goodman was.... Something else. He was annoying. The class clown basically. He used to be in your tutor group in school and he just had to fucking follow your path to college classes and annoy you further. Anna thought the world of him and you were almost 100% certain that they had slept together once or twice.

"Found it!!" Anna cheered spinning around with the red dress held in her hands grinning widely "c'mon put it on! I want to get there early!" She spoke and you squeezed your eyes shut, exhaling. You loved Anna. She was your best friend, you adored her, but god could she get so fucking annoying sometimes. She made you want to rip your hair out but... she wouldn't be your best friend if she didn't do that occasionally.

"I cannot believe you made me agree with you" you mutter before standing up yanking the dress from her hands, stripping off your clothes as she too began getting changed into an outfit far too revealing- a tank top that was more like a bra top. And short shorts, her entire stomach and rib cage exposed along with her long legs. Gods to have her confidence and carelessness…

"Might want to pack condoms." You speak to her, hearing the shifting of material pause as she glances at you brows raising before a slight laugh leaves her lips "I'm on the pill, babes. Chill." She smiled assuringly and you sigh shaking your head. You and her were complete opposites- her full of confidence however you were a mess. No confidence. No body confidence... no dates... no boys... you’ve never had a first kiss or even had a man touch you before... you’ve never been intimate with anyone before— ever. And quite honestly you were afraid to even experience it.

—

“Come on!!”

Anna shouted from downstairs and you stood up after contemplating your life decisions— spraying your perfume all over yourself leaving your face bare from any makeup. You didn’t want any advances being made upon you just because you looked a bit different with makeup on... although you highly doubted that would ever happen. No man wanted to touch you. If for a dare they would but not for any other reason. Or so you thought.

You jog downstairs to where Anna is keys in hand before she smiles grabbing onto your hand and dragging you out of the home intertwining her fingers with yours "it'll be fun girl. Loosen up."

The drive there was fairly fast and you had almost twenty minutes to spare. "We're here too early." You spoke but Anna only shook her head grabbing a present from the back and you raised your brows "it's Jamie's birthday. That's why we were both invited...." your lips parted eyes widening Anna laughing, “you shouldn’t told—“

"Shh y/n. Don't worry. Here." She then shoved a smaller wrapped present into your hands winking at you as relief wrapped around your body. Thank fuck.

You then got out of the car with her, walking with her towards the front door, the door being opened by the familiar dirty blonde who quickly pulled Anna into his embrace hugging her for a little too long to be “just friends” before his eyes turned to you and he smiled. genuinely.

"Didn't think you'd come, y/n. But glad to see you here." He spoke and without even hesitating he pulled you in for a hug your eyes widening at the sudden hug shared between the two of you. You hugged him tenderly, awkwardly almost— not entirely knowing how to act.

"Anna persuaded me. But c'mon.. how could I not come see the birthday boy." You smile awkwardly after pulling back, soon holding the present out for him to take his baby blues smiling as he smiled taking the present from you "well nonetheless- glad you could make it. And thank you… I appreciate it.” You only nod not saying anything else, a slight nervous smile remaining on your lips— Anna purposely elbowing you in the ribs to attempt to loosen you up more her eyes saying it all.

Jamie was way different without all his friends around... he was kind. Real. Genuine. How strange... "c'mon let's go into the living room. We can watch a movie before the others arrive. Would you girls like a drink?"

—

A while passed before eventually more people were filing in, you remained sat on the sofa drink of Pepsi in your hand as you took occasional nervous sips. Anna had been whisked away by Jamie and you were certain they were creating the slight banging noises coming from upstairs... and well... that said something didn't it?

You grimaced just at the thought before shaking your head clearing your throat before you decided to stand up, the living room becoming a major crowded area and so you feeling your anxiousness grow quickly left the area, walking around for a bit before finally stopping stood just in the doorway to the kitchen your fingers grasping onto your Pepsi tighter as you took more sips from it. You exhaled softly leaning into the doorway slightly your brows creasing as you stared at a mixture of young adults and what looked to be literal 16 year olds dancing together... what the fuck? That's not creepy at all… however that became the least of your worries as you suddenly felt a rather warm presence behind you, your stomach fluttering anxiously,

"Excuse me"

You quickly turn around expecting a teenager only to come face to face with dad-like material. Old enough to be a dad... he wasn't a teenager. Your mouth was working faster than your brain as you only managed to stammer over a word before finally backing up "I'm so sorry..."

You smile nervously allowing your eyes to scavenge the man— he had piercing green eyes. Beautiful chestnut brown hair that had slight curls to it on the top and a beautiful smile that showed two pretty dimples. Tattoos were layered up and down his skin, a butterfly one seeming to be on his chest from what you could see. He wore a loose fitting shirt that was unbuttoned at the top revealing some of his toned chest. He was... god like.

"No need to apologise, love." He assured with a smile as he went to walk past you, shoulders brushing momentarily before he stopped glancing over his shoulder looking back at you “you look a bit young to be here..."

He spoke some sort of amusement in his eyes not revealing whether he was toying with you or being genuine. Shyness wrapped around you momentarily before you soon answered in an attempt to stick up for yourself— "I'm twenty two, sir." You speak politely the man fully turning so his body was facing you "you look a bit old to be here." You soon retort as he doesn't respond, instead only raising a brow as if pushing the idea of you telling little white lies to him. "Call me Harry."

"You look a bit old to be here, Harry." You rephrase

His eyes glinted with amusement before he cleared his throat "got off work... decided to come have some fun."

You narrow your eyes at him as if showing you didn’t believe him but really you were poking fun at him… exactly what he was doing with you. “What do you do for work?" You ask noticing the palpable tension that was between you and him. It only seemed to be growing more intense as the seconds went by.

"Surgeon"

He spoke simply and you raised your brows "like plastic surgery? Butt lifts and-"

"No." His words were light and airy as he laughed shaking his head "reconstruction surgery."

"Reconstruction?”

“There seems to be an echo in here.” his tone was playful but still nonetheless he nods to confirm your question but he still saw the curiosity on your face "say someone gets into an accident or— a kid falls off their bike let's say he wasn't wearing any protective gear apart from a helmet. No sleeves. No knee pads... no nothing... if he hits the road and skids down it, his skin is either going to be red and sore or his skin is going to be torn off. There's no exact way we can put that dirty infected and broken skin back onto him so we have to reconstruct the skin somehow..."

Your brows raise in interest "so like take it from somewhere less obvious? The leg.. or something?" You speak and he nods taking a sip of the beverage in his ring covered hand,

"Yeah. I mean my job is to simply make the skin look top condition... in the end it doesn't matter where the skin comes from. If it can stretch far enough to cover the wound then you know... it's good enough."

You hum in response clearly rather interested before you smile "that's interesting..." you study him carefully trying to figure him out. You weren’t sure what was wrong with you but Harry seemed to beckon a different side out of you…

"I didn't think a surgeons "thing" was parties..." you soon murmur

"There's a lot of things you don't think, love. If I remind you quickly we've only just met..." his emerald eyes twinkled with amusement brows raised as he smirked.

Your cheeks immediately flush red and you stare at him slightly dumbfounded a nervous smile forming on your face "sorry" you giggle out Harry only shaking his head as he smiled "I'm just kidding. But you're right... parties aren't places surgeons often involve themselves with.. me particularly" he admitted and just as you were about to say something, a different voice cut mine off— “Hey dad can we order pizza?" Your eyes immediately move to the voice. Jamie. His hair slightly dishevelled some red marks left on his neck. Wonderful. But that barely mattered anymore as you looked at who he was talking to… harry. Your heart immediately stops in your chest. Jamie's dad was Harry. The man you were flirting with. That wasn’t flirting though was it? Your stomach flutters nervously. This absolutely was not happening no way…. Your cheeks were a crimson red colour, your eyes slightly wide and your lips slightly parted and god were you glad Harry’s attention wasn’t on you anymore.

"Jamie there's pizza in the fridge. As your mother said, we cannot afford takeaway right now. Remember?" His voice snapped me back out of your thoughts as you focused back on the handsome man, eyes flicking to look at Jamie.

"But dad there's like 80 people here!" He exclaimed Harry's face remaining calm and unfazed "who invited them?" He spoke Jamie's brows arching "you cannot be serious! Oh my god!" The boy yelled before storming off not saying anything else. Childish much? At this old age? Talking to his father like that? Wow the disrespect.

You look back at Harry only when he speaks— "sorry for his behaviour." He spoke as you remained shocked "it's okay... but... I didn't realise you were his dad..." you admit and he smiles slightly "he took his mothers last name. His mother and I are divorced, you see… he doesn’t exactly like that his mother has gone out for a pamper evening and has left me to look after him.” He explained— so Jamie really did have daddy issues? Huh. Your lips part slightly as you realise what he was saying "oh... that makes sense... i- uhm... wow."

Harry nods "Jamie still holds a grudge against me. It's diff-" harry cuts himself off realising what he was saying to his sons friend before he sighed pinching the bridge of his nose "I apologise... uh..." your eyes snap back up to his eyes from roaming across each of his tattoos “Y/n…” you speak with a small smile "I'm sorry y/n... you've come here to party and-" the way your name rolled off of his tongue so perfectly drove you insane and you weren’t sure why. "No sir..." "Harry." He cuts you off making your cheeks flush red "sorry, no Harry. I came here not on my own accord..." you let out a nervous laugh. "My friend begged me to come. I didn't really want to be here anyway so... it's okay. You're far more interesting than this party anyways." You speak soon realising how weird that sounded your eyes widening, Harry quickly catching on as he let out a small chuckle that sounded like honey to your ears— waving one hand at you to signal you not to worry. Dismissing your concerns. "Don't worry. I know what you mean."

You smile feeling the conversation become dry and although you didn't want to leave you knew you should best go find Anna. "I'll see you around, Harry." You speak with a small smile and he nods his head at you "yes you will. I'll see you around, y/n." He tilted his head at you and you smiled before quickly leaving to go and find Anna. As you made your way through all the dancing bodies your eyes finally locked on Anna who seemed to be totally black out drunk. Already. Great! Another time where you had to look after her for her stupid decisions. Her eyes immediately found yours and she practically jumped up and stumbled towards you, lips smushing against your cheek leaving a nice red lipstick mark “Anna you’re so drunk… you really don’t know when you stop.” You murmur to her, watching Jamie drunk too but sensible enough to remain vigilant assuring you that he could deal with her. You were unsure but eventually accepted it walking back to the kitchen and grabbing another drink, sticking to yourself yet throughout the entire night you felt eyes on you… which was an extremely rare occurrence. But this night— someone couldn’t keep their eyes off of you. He couldn’t.

The night continued on, you didn’t touch a drop of alcohol but eventually nearly everyone was filing out and just as you were about to go and find Anna again a cold hand grabbed a hold of your wrist yanking you harshly back into the kitchen where you were roughly slammed against the kitchen counter a pair of dark brown eyes meeting yours— your breath hitched your eyes wide, drink that was once in your hand now on the floor the liquid spilling out of it,

“You’re so pretty…”

The boys wandering hands began groping at your body “p-please get off of me.”

“P-p-p-p… scaredy cat. Never been touched by someone before hmm?”

Hi words were vile and cruel making your stomach churn. “I—“ you tried to gather your thoughts “I don’t even know you! Get off of me!” “Well my names Evan and your name is Y/n. Correct? You know me just fine babe..” a low chuckle left his lips your eyes widening further as you felt his hand suddenly trailing further down your body,

“Somebody hel—“

“Shut up!” His hand clamped over your mouth as he glared into your eyes “don’t you want to not be a virgin anymore? Isn’t that embarrassing? But it makes sense doesn’t it. Have you taken a look at yourself in the mirror lately?” His words are cruel amusement flickering in his dark eyes your breathing growing laboured as tears formed in your eyes “what? Babe I’m telling you the truth don’t you get that? I just want to help—“

“What the fuck is going on here?” The sudden voice made both yours and Evan’s head snap towards the door the once horrible guy now stumbling back, eyes wide as his eyes remain upon Harry. Your breathing trembled, hands shaking “nothing” “nothing? It didn’t look like nothing.” Harry spat out taking intimidating steps towards Evan “I have half the mind to break your jaw…” “you’d be arrested” Evan spat back, Harry raising his brows “on what terms? Self defence? I saw you touching her. I saw her cry. I heard her scream for help whilst you covered her mouth. Now that isn’t very consensual now is it?” You watched with horrified eyes as Harry was now eye to eye with Evan not touching him whatsoever but the clear domination he had, had Evan pressed into the wall looking scared out of his mind “but you’d be arrested. Assault. bodily harm. Sexual assault… I doubt you’d want to find out anymore of the charges you could face… isn’t that correct Evan?”

But before Evan even said anything the once confident asshole had ran straight past Harry, practically shitting himself.

Harry’s jaw was clenched, tempted to go after him but decided not to knowing he had better things to worry about. You. He attempted to calm himself down before he eventually looked towards you noticing how you remained against the counter— still trembling “y/n…” he took a slow advance towards you and your breath hitched “hey… it’s me. It’s all alright.” His tone was softer than before, extending his hand out towards you his concern clear, and before either of you could’ve prepared yourselves you had practically slammed yourself into him arms wrapped securely around his waist, your fingers curled into the material of his shirt as you trembled his tall figure towering over you as he peered down at you, shaking in his embrace, scarred… he secured both arms around you and pulled you closer to the point your face was smushed completely into his chest the smell of his strong expensive cologne drifting into your senses… he smelt like heaven.

His hand slowly traced up and down your back in a soothing manner. “You’re okay, y/n.” His voice was assuring as he kept a tight grip on you attempting to console you as best as possible yet you refused to let him see your face, remaining practically glued to him. “Is there someone you’d like me to call? Someone to take you home?” He questioned but he didn’t get a response out of you, you were shutting down completely as a flight or fight response. He however didn’t push you, instead wrapping his arm around you again as he began leading your half aware self upstairs walking you into the guest bedroom of the large house— closing the door behind the both of you before he sat you down, your shaking hands rushing to grab onto him again scared he was going to leave…

“I’m here y/n. Right here.” He exhaled softly sitting beside you on the bed, his large hand resting upon your shoulder gently— thumb caressing lightly against the material of your dress his eyes watching the top of your head, you refused to look at him and that saddened him. “Hey…” he reached his free hand out towards you finger pressing underneath your chin as he guided you to look at him your eyes filled to the brim with tears “h-harry..” you whimpered his eyes softening and he without even thinking pulled you in close “I’m here. I’m right here…” “please don’t leave.” He silently shook his head and exhaled softly before he kicked his shoes off, the thump of each one landing on the ground making you realise your friends friend dad was sharing a bed with you… to comfort you of course.

Harry leaned back, tattooed arm being quick to pull you close giving you no choice as he simply pulled you on top of him “i— too heavy—“ you breathed out shakily but that didn’t stop the man from pulling you onto his chest, arms tightly wrapped around you “nonsense. Relax.”

Those two words were the only words he spoke to you, forcing you to relax against him, his hand trailing up and down your back soothingly making sure to give you all the comfort possible. He held you tight not daring to let go of you, his eyes constantly checking on you until he believed you were asleep your breathing much more calmer and quiet, but despite the fact that he knew he could leave… he didn’t want to.

9PM slowly rolled to 11PM until it was 4AM— Harry was still wide awake, eyes however slightly hooded his breathing slow and quiet along with yours. You hadn’t stirred at all you remained silent, Harry stayed convincing himself it was because he was worried you would have a nightmare but he knew it was much more than that. Much more. His eyes tiredly focused on the red digital clock 4:15AM… he never called in sick for work— ever. But if he had to, to look after you then he would. He had spent the time you were asleep trying to figure out his feelings, telling himself how wrong it was… but you ignited something within him. Something he couldn’t quite figure out.

“Harry”

Your morning voice was cute somethings harry noticed immediately. “Y/n.” He responded, voice deep but soft his voice confirming he had stayed there for you. He had protected you… something no other guy had done for you… “what time is it?” You ask him groggily as you slowly force yourself to sit up, Harry’s arms unwrapping from around you “4:19” he spoke simply and you rubbed your eyes letting out a quiet groan your head pounding from the events of last night. You were now sat on top of him, slightly straddling him— innocently so Harry’s eyes searching your face tiredly his hands lazily grasping onto your hips mindlessly. “Can I ask you something personal?” You soon question him, his brows arching flawlessly as he tries to figure out what exactly you meant but nonetheless he nodded his head. “Do guys really not like fat girls?”

The question clearly alarmed him, his eyes readjusting on you before he furrowed his brows “what makes you say that?” He murmured quietly “what he said last night… or what he was hinting at. The reason I haven’t lost my virginity yet is because I’m too fat.” Harry stares blankly for a moment or two before he blinks his eyes a bit of surprise lingering on his face not expecting you to be so honest with him seeing as you had only met last night…

“Y/n that was a boy. A boy looks for magazine cover girls… skinny… big boobs big butts— fake. Edited. A man looks for what’s on the inside. A pretty smile. A pretty personality. What’s on the inside… sure people will have their own preferences…. But that doesn’t mean you aren’t beautiful. Because you are.” His eyes remain glued to yours, searching your face for any look of doubt which he could shut down immediately but there was none detected… only surprise. “I’m beautiful?” He nods silently to confirm your shocked question, a smirk forming on his lips making his dimples appear and your breath hitches as you search his face and in those moments you finally realise the position you were in— legs straddling him, hands touching lightly against his chest your eyes widening slightly “I’m so sorry I-“ “stay.” His voice was stern green eyes staring into yours “what?” Your voice is shocked yet again and he smiles

“Be a good girl and stay.”

You felt your heart pounding wildly in your chest your eyes searching his face “you’re beautiful, y/n… you want to know something?” His hands remain resting upon your hips and you nod hesitantly “yesterday when I met you… I was certain you weren’t as innocent as they say you are… but maybe you are… have you ever touched yourself before?” His words leave you shocked, your cheeks furiously heating up as you stare at him shocked “w-what?” “Have you ever touched yourself?” Your breath hitched feeling him rub soothing circles into your hips your eyes searching his face certain he was toying with you…. To make you feel some sort of hope… or maybe he just felt bad for you and at that thought your heart dropped “Harry I— I don’t need your sympathy please… I—“

“Who said anything about sympathy y/n? Have you touched yourself before? A simple question.” His words made a hot fever like wave flush into your stomach a shaky breath leaving your lips “yes… but…” your mouth got as dry as a bone as you attempted to wrack your brain to not say something stupid. “But…?” He coaxed delicately your eyes snapping to meet his again “but I can’t get what I want.” He quirks a brow and you knew that he knew what you meant. He wasn’t stupid. “It’s embarrassing—“ “oh no it’s not.” His large hand caresses against your cheek, finger tips soon curling around the nape of your neck as he began pulling you closer to him until you were practically inches away from one another…

“It’s okay y/n.”

You search his eyes nervously and he smiles a slight twinkle in his eyes making your stomach flutter with butterflies “life is a learning curve…”

You stare at him expectantly, confused, watching as he smiled “you just haven’t had the right teacher.” His words made your stomach leap as your breath caught in your throat… what did that mean? He was going to teach you? But before you could’ve even asked he had sat himself up, back against the headboard— lips finding yours in a deep sensual kiss his fingers pressed against the nape of your neck keeping you still the kiss getting deeper, more passionate, leaving you breathless— you weren’t even sure you were doing it correctly, Harry pulling back momentarily to look at you “Harry I don’t know how to do this.”

“Don’t worry, love.” His tone was reassuring as he smiled calmly at you. “Just follow my lead.”

His lips attached to yours again his kiss making you dizzy. It was addicting. His hands trailed up and down your sides delicately, before his hands carefully began prying at the hem of your dress guiding it further and further upwards before finally removing it from your body his eyes studying you. He looked at you as if you were a supermodel…

“Lay down.”

His tone was demanding but you still did so. Getting off of him and laying down, left only in your bra and underwear which was highly vulnerable for you but you tried not to stress too much.

He got onto his knees, the bed creaking slightly as he adjusted himself over you, his lips pressing against yours gently as he began kissing down your neck— sucking slightly every so often hearing the sweet sounds that left your mouth “that feel good hm?” You nodded your head gently the simplicity of him kissing your neck drove you absolutely wild your stomach in knots but it felt good. He began trailing kisses down your body, lips pressing softly against your tummy insecurity immediately getting the best of you as you whined attempting to cover up “hey..” he strict voice grabbed your attention “you’re beautiful.” He spoke making you remove your hands which were nervously remaining close to your body. He eventually continued to leave kisses all over until eventually he had reached your thighs his eyes flicking up to meet yours “get comfortable.” He spoke simply watching you grab a few pillows before you laid down comfortably “good girl.”

He peered down just between your thighs— closing his mouth as he sucked in a sharp breath as the sight of you before him… all for him. To devour. To ruin. To make sure you knew your worth… all. For. Him. “If you want me to stop at any point. We can. Understood?” He spoke watching you nod “use your words, Angel.” “Yes Harry.” You spoke shakily and he smiled. Boundaries were always good to have in place. He wanted you to know that you were allowed to have boundaries. You felt the sensation of your panties being slid down your legs, exposing your heat to him— using one single finger to trace up and down your slit a shiver running directly down your spine a low whimper leaving your lips “feels good hm” your breath only hitched no words leaving your mouth as the odd but wonderful sensation soon becomes your favourite thing. His finger didn’t linger too long in any specific place— sliding up and down before mercilessly toying with your clit. Pointer finger delicately tracing around the bud whines and moans leaving your lips as he watched your every reaction as if he was taking an image of the moment in his mind. Not wanting to forget it. “That’s it relax… relax for me y/n.” He praised delicately watching how your body relaxed further into the bed his tongue soon adding to the pleasure, flicking over your clit and all over your body shaking with the new feelings erupting throughout you “feel good angel?”

“Yes sir” a cry of pleasure leaves your lips and for the first time Harry didn’t correct you— instead he smirked, tongue lashing more fervently against your heat.

As your body began to squirm his large hands grasped onto your thighs, holding your still keeping you down for him as he continued flicking his tongue all over your core. “A-ah harry..” you cried out your back arching up off of the bed as an unfamiliar feeling surrounded you— tingles running up and down your body “that’s it… that’s it… oh such a good girl…” incoherent whimpers of his name left your lips until eventually your first orgasm ripped throughout you— Harry moaning, the sound of his moan enticing something within you a look of pride within his eyes “good girl.” He smiled genuinely as you panted, attempting to calm yourself down. He repositioned himself on his knees his hand beginning to trace up and down your arm slowly and carefully soothing you, allowing you to catch your breath your hands working before your brain as you reached out towards his jeans— his ring covered hands immediately stopping your hands,

“Ah ah impatient our we?”

A smirk tugged at his lips “please.” You spoke and he studied you carefully “tell me.” He spoke tenderly “tell me what you want to do?” One hand traced up to your cheek which he caressed gently, thumb brushing over your lower lip delicately “make you feel good…” you murmured softly Harry quirking a brow at your innocence but he decided not to pry. Instead he nodded “are you sure?”

He watched you nod your eyes meeting his again “you’re my teacher right?”

He smirked slightly and let out a low chuckle before he only nodded. Allowing you to undo his jeans as he leaned back. His length was hard— his hand immediately beginning to rub up and down your eyes watching him carefully “see what I’m doing?” He spoke, you nodding. “You do that.” You slowly took over your hand beginning to pump up and down, his head leaning backwards eyes rolling into the back of his head slightly and the more comfortable you got the more quick your pace grew “you’re doing it darling… you’re doing great.” He praised breathy moans continuing to leave his lips— he continued guiding you until his hand was in your hair, helping you as your mouth began hollowing out around him, tongue swirling around the tip— doing everything almost naturally Harry’s groans and moans growing louder

“Fuck y/n your mouth feels so good… fuck!”

His grip tightened on your hair helping move your head up and down until eventually his cock twitched and his orgasm wrapped around him his moans gravelly and beautiful driving you insane making you want more… desperate for more… greedy for more… and as he pulled you up and off of him by the hair his eyes were glazed over with hunger “fuck… you felt so fucking good.” He spoke clearly feeling the same. Just as hungry for more his hand coming to caress against your cheek lightly your eyes showing your hunger into which his thumb stroked against your lower lip “next time.” Next time? His eyes searched your face and he smirked slightly “next time when we’re alone in the house I’ll teach you some more.. but for now… we don’t want to get caught do we?” He smirked slightly before shaking his head chuckling slightly “you did so good.” He pulled you in for a light kiss a little confident grin tugging at your lips…

“Learnt from the best.” You whispered his green eyes glowering into yours as he grinned keeping a hold on you… it was very clear neither of you were forgetting each other anytime soon.

I hope this was okay and you enjoyed it! I kinda just went with the flow rather than with an actual idea in my head so I hope it isn’t awful… I haven’t written smut in a while so excuse it if it’s bad… anyways more stories coming hopefully soon! Thanks for reading loves!!