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✨Daddy’s Best Friend, Mr. Miller Part 7: Can I Keep You?✨

Dbf! Joel Miller x fem! reader

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A/N: This fic is coming to a close, and I’ve loved writing every word of this one 🥹 Thank you to @lotusbxtch for beta reading 🩵 I plan to write an epilogue for this, and I may write some one-shots to throw in if I get the inspiration in the future. Thank you for coming along on this journey with me!

Summary: Christmas with your parents and the Millers was all fine, until they caught you with Joel.

Rating: 18+ only MDNI

Word Count: 6.1k

Chapter Tags: A little angst, arguments, no use y/n, lots of fluff, soft Joel, switching POVs, going to omit some tags due to spoilers

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

Christmas Day is here before you know it as the cool air blows against your crimson sweater. It sinks through your denim jeans as you make your way back into the house, back to where Joel and Sarah sit in the living room. A football game is playing over the flat screen, and glistening lights flash against the huge tree that sits in the corner of the room.

   Snowflakes tap lightly against the glass as your dad gives your mom the last of her gifts, your eyes flicking over to Joel as he leans into the back of the leather couch, a smile curled against the corner of his mouth as he steals glances your way every few seconds.

   God, his smile gets you every single time, making butterflies flit through your stomach as you take in the brown doe eyes that you can’t seem to keep your eyes off. You just can’t believe he’s yours. Something he reminds you every single day.

   You cling to the fleece blanket Joel gifted you, twisting your fingers against the soft material, bathing in the woodsy scent that sticks to it. And let’s not forget the Metallica concert tickets he got you, winking when your dad asked who you were taking. Joel fucking Miller, that’s who. Your man. Yours.

   He’s wearing the new hunter green flannel you got him, the material clinging against his broad shoulders, biceps hugging the sleeves as you try not to drool in your spot because the man just looks so damn good. 

   You want to sit in his lap, rake your fingers through his greying curls, let his lips brush against yours while his large hands pull you flush to his strong chest, let his woodsy scent completely lather you as you get lost in this plush lips, fingers scraping over his soft scruff. You just want him.

   “Hey, Sarah. Wanna go over to the Silverton’s for a few minutes with Claire and I?” Your dad asks as Sarah bounces off the couch, excited to visit because they always make her favorite chocolate chip cookies. 

   “Heck yeah! Dad, wanna come, too?” she asks as her long hair swishes behind her shoulders, her sparkling eyes finding yours after she calls your name a second later.

   Joel flicks his brown eyes your way and shakes his head. “Nah, you go on, kid. Gonna stay back this time.”

   She looks between the two of you and snickers, knowing exactly why you both had said no. She knows, and she absolutely loves the idea of you and Joel together which makes this whole situation much easier to navigate.

   “Hun, you sure you don’t wanna come?” your dad asks as he pulls his bulky winter jacket on.

   You shake your head. “No, I’m fine. Just gonna sit around the fire and watch some football,” you reply, trying to hide your smile as Joel smirks your way.

   “Football, huh? When did you become such a football fan?” he laughs.

   You shrug your shoulders and smile. “Guess I figured it’s not too bad to watch.”

   Joel shakes his head, chuckling under his breath at the memory of a few nights ago. You were sat on the edge of his bed, his cock stretching your drenched walls wide as he thrusted his hips up and down, your back flush to his broad chest as the glow of the tv played a football game you were paying no attention to, just focusing on how fucking good he felt thrusting his cock deep inside your pussy until he made you come hard and long. 

   “Think she figured out how hard those players play ball,” Joel smirks. You giggle at the memory and throw a fuzzy pillow over at him as he catches it before your parents can see. 

   “Suit yourself. See y’all in a little bit.” He waves as he rushes your mom and Sarah through the door with a present wrapped in glittery blue paper tucked snugly under his arm.

   The second they’re gone, you throw your blanket off and make your way to Joel, collapsing onto the leather couch as he tucks you snuggly into his side. You slide the palm of your hand up the inside of his black shirt, resting your fingers on his warm stomach as you breathe in the smell of his woodsy cologne.

   “Comfy?” he asks, chuckling as he pulls you closer into his broad body.

   “Very,” you smile. He bends his head down and presses a kiss slowly to your forehead, his fingers tracing the ends of your spiral curls as you sigh at the softness that makes Joel just perfect.

   “Figured,” he chuckles.

   You watch the fire crackle with orange sparks in your vision, the Christmas lights shining brightly as the tree glitters with dark green lights twinkling in the corner. It’s quiet in here, a peaceful Christmas evening, and you have Joel all to yourself for the next few minutes. 

   Joel runs his fingers lazily over your back, pushing your hair across your left shoulder as he trails the back of his calloused index finger over your jawline. “I, ummm, got you one more gift,” he says nervously, his free hand raking down his greying scruff.

   You sit up straight and stare at him, spellbound. Another present? “Joel, what more could you possibly give me? I mean, those Metallica tickets must’ve cost you a fortune! And that fancy steak dinner you took me to? You’ve done enough,” you giggle, letting your hand fall down on his denim clad thigh.

   He chuckles and shakes his head. “I know, but jus’ trust me. I think you’re gonna like this one,” he smiles as he digs deep inside the pocket of his dark jeans, pulling a light blue velvet jewelry box out as he displays it in the palm of his hand.

   You open your mouth wide in shock, your index finger grazing the outside of the velvety case as your mind starts ticking like a timebomb. “What is it?” you whisper, not even recognizing the muttering voice that asks the question.

   “Open it and see,” he smiles, his brown doe eyes sparkling with excitement as he hands you the tiny box.

   You slowly grasp it in your palm, taking a deep breath as you carefully open the lid of the box. Your eyes grow wide when you see a silver chain necklace displayed inside, complete with a key that glints under the dim lights of the living room. You pull it out and assess it, running your fingers over the crisp edges, and then when you turn the key around you freeze.

   Right there in the middle of the silver key are the words “Miller’s Girl” carved in fancy cursive, completewith a little heart to the right of the name. You freeze, your heart pounding wildly in your chest as you take in the most perfect gift he’s given you by far. “Joel…” you whisper, eyes glossing over as you think you know what this is.

   He turns you toward him and leans in, a crooked smile pressed against his mouth as he looks at you with longing, syrupy eyes that make you want to just melt into a puddle on the floor. “I know you’ve been havin’ a hard time pickin’ an apartment out of all the ones we’ve looked at, but I want you to forget that. Forget every single one we’ve ever viewed, forget the paperwork, forget the costs, forget it all,” he murmurs quickly. 

   You drop the jewelry box on the floor without a thought in your mind, one hand latched onto the silver necklace, the other laced through his fingers, holding on to every single word he’s telling you.

   “You don’t belong in any of them. You jus’ belong in my bed, in my house, with me,” he states, honey-glazed eyes locking with yours as heat builds in your chest.

   “Joel…” you whisper, losing your breath as you pull yourself back together. “Are you asking me to…?”

   “Yes,” he sighs, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear tenderly. “I’m askin’ you to move in with me because I jus’ can’t stand that thought of not havin’ you in my arms every single night now, sweetheart. Wanna take this a step further, if that’s what you want, too,” he smiles as he brushes the tip of his thumb over your lower lip. “Wanna see what it’s like wakin’ up to your gorgeous face in the mornings, wanna know what it’s like havin’ you in my space permanently. Move in with me.”

   Your eyes glaze over with pure admiration and love for every single word Joel just spilled from his lips. You think it’s the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard.

   You throw your arms around his neck and wrap him tight in your embrace as his arms tangle around your back. “Yes, a million times yes!” you shriek, planting your lips on his as he pulls you down against his lap. 

   When he pulls away, he spins you around, instructing you to hold your hair up as he carefully latches the necklace around your neck. When you turn back around and face him, one hand is caressing your cheek softly while the other is curving down your personalized necklace, the literal key to his heart.

   Your thumb traces over the words Miller’s Girl and end on the heart as his hand comes down to clasp around yours. “Miller’s Girl, huh?” you ask with a wide smile splayed all over your mouth.

   “That’s right, sweetheart. Thought I’d get it carved on there to remind you jus’ who you belong to so you never forget,” he smiles, his glistening eyes bright and beautiful as he presses a delicate kiss to the back of your knuckles.

   You giggle and shake your head in amazement, watching the absolute love of your life express just how he feels about you. It’s all so surreal, all so perfect. And you honestly think it couldn’t get much better than this.

   “You really want me to move in?” you whisper as you look into those gentle brown eyes you can’t get enough of.

   “I really do, sweetheart,” he smiles.

   He cups your chin and brings you to his mouth slowly, and then your lips are on his. The kiss is slow, passionate as your fingers curl around his soft flannel, breathing in the woodsy cologne that makes your head dizzy. 

   “Never gonna let you go,” he whispers as his mouth crashes back down on yours while your arms lock around his neck, and he pulls you flush to his chest. 

   You get so wrapped up in the kiss that you don't hear the front door being shoved open, and then your world shifts and stops in the next second.

   “What the hell is this!” your dad shouts across the room. 

 You frantically pull away from Joel and shoot up from the couch, clutching your necklace with wide eyes as you freeze. Oh, shit. 

   Joel pushes himself off the leather couch and holds a hand out. “George, I can explain,” Joel replies softly, but you can see the panic flaring in his dark brown eyes.

   “Can you explain why you have your mouth and your hands all over my daughter?!” he yells angrily as his roar echoes around the vicinity of the house. Sarah looks between you and Joel and wishes she could help; your mom just stands there with her hand on her chest like she can’t believe this is happening. 

   Joel takes a deep breath and sighs. “Jus’ cool it, George. I can explain.”

   Your dad cuts Joel’s voice off and shoves past him, snatching your wrist as he starts to drag you toward the sliding glass door. “Excuse me, I need to talk to my daughter alone. I’ll deal with you next,” he growls as he throws you outside on the patio and slams the door shut, only having it become open again as your mom slips outside. 

   Your blood races in your body, and you can’t stop the sheer panic that’s making your heart beat straight out of your chest. “Wanna tell me why the fuck my best friend was all over you?” he asks sternly with his big hands on his hips.

   “We… we're together!” you stutter out.

   “Together? You mean to tell me you two have been dating behind my back?” His eyes glow almost red, and you fight to hide behind anything to shield yourself from how mad he looks. 

   “Yes! We’ve been dating! Not like we could’ve told you because this is how your reaction would’ve been!” 

   “That don’t give you the right to be sneaking behind my back, little girl. And Joel?! For the love of god, he’s twice your age! You know how bad that looks having my best friend go after my daughter who’s still in college?” he bites out with gnashing teeth.

   “I’m not a child, Dad! I’m twenty-six-years-old,” you pout while you cross your arms over your chest, feeling the bite of frigid wind blast through your sweater. “And I’m not in college. I’m in law school, which is super hard to even get into in the first place. And you know what? I’m making straight A’s! But you wouldn’t get that, would you? Because once again, you’re disregarding my accomplishments and making me feel awful about them.” You feel warm tears splash against your cheeks while your mom just stands there in shock. She wouldn’t dare interrupt when your dad is having a meltdown, but you see it in her glossy eyes that she doesn’t agree with him. Maybe she’s on your side after all. 

   “I’m not overlooking your accomplishments,” he scoffs as he shakes his head.

   “Yes, you are! Are you hearing yourself?”

   “Just cool it, kid. Enough. He’s forty-five, twice your age. What the fuck were you thinking? Did he manipulate you into this or did he just decide it was okay to screw around with my daughter?” he asks with an angry tick of his jaw.

   “No, it wasn’t like that at all! Joel is a nice guy, Dad. He would never hurt me. He cares about me, just like I care about him. And I really really like him, Dad.” You catch your breath and loosen the tight grip on your necklace as it falls against your chest. That was clearly a mistake because now he sees the glint of the key, and his eyes grow furious. 

   “What the fuck is this?” he asks angrily as he snatches it and yanks it off your neck. You reach for it, but he swipes it away as he inspects the silver key. “Miller’s girl. The hell does he think he’s doing? Is that a key to his place? Is that why you’ve taken so long to find an apartment because you were planning all along to move in with him?!” His voice is so splattered in anger that you barely recognize the man that stands in front of you, even your mom looks taken aback with wide eyes. 

   “No, Dad! God, just stop! If you can’t talk to me like a normal adult, then just stop. Me and Joel are together whether you like it or not. And that’s not going to stop either of our feelings.”

   “Feelings, huh? That what this is?” He scoffs, scowling down at the necklace as his thumb pierces into the metal. “You clearly don’t know anything, hun. You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”

   “But Dad, I love him!” you whine, biting your lip to keep fresh tears from slipping down your cheeks.

   “Love?!” he ridicules, spitting out the word like it’s poison on his tongue. “You don’t know anything about love or Joel,” he mutters. 

   “No? I think I know a hell of a lot more about Joel than you do. If you really took a good look at the picture, you’d see how clearly in love me and Joel are with each other. And this is why we decided to not tell you because you just wouldn’t understand. This is why I can’t tell you anything! Because you just throw it back in my face and never support my decisions. God, just for once don’t try to fight me on the one thing I want!” You blow out a deep breath and fist your tight knuckles at your sides.

   “He’s not a good fit for you,” he mumbles under his breath while his fingers tap mindlessly against your necklace.

   “No? Do you know who took me to Galveston when you canceled last minute? Joel did! And who took me around to look at multiple apartments, who spent hours trying to help me find exactly what I wanted? Joel! And you know who is always there for me, who helps me study for tests in my law classes, who is there for me no matter what time of day it is? Joel, Joel, Joel! That’s who! Not you, the man who’s supposed to always be there for me but can’t be. So forgive me for falling in love with someone that could give me everything I needed when I was never given those things in the first place!”

   He looks at you with his jaw ticked, his eyes red from the anger that boils inside him. And maybe you see a tad bit of sorrow and regret in his lost eyes, but he doesn’t even apologize. He just clutches the silver necklace tighter and forms his mouth in a tight line. “Hun, just let me explain,” he tries.

   “Explain?” You laugh and wipe a tear from your lash line. 

   “Yes! Look, I know I haven’t always been there for you with work and everything. But hun, Joel is not the answer to…”

   You turn sharply and cut him off, looking to your mom who just stands in the corner meekly by the sliding door with her eyes wide and mouth locked shut. “Mom, please! Back me up here?”

   “George, just listen to her. Will you? You’re not hearing her,” she tries with an even breath.

   “I’ve heard enough!” he barks as he turns back to you with a deep scowl on his face, obviously still very unhappy with you. But when was he ever happy with you in the first place? Almost never. 

   “Yeah, I’m sure you have. Because you never listen. Thanks for letting me down once again, Dad.” You brush past him without stopping for the necklace, letting the tears burn hot in your eyes as the world slowly caves in on you. You don’t even look at your mom as you rush past her, just needing to be anywhere that they’re not so you can breathe.

   Breathe. Remember how to breathe.

   You sniffle and rub at your blurry eyes, and then you find Joel standing in the middle of the living room with the saddest brown eyes he’s ever given you. This just makes you cry more.

   “Baby, you alright?” he asks with a shaky breath, reaching out an open hand for you as if he can take all the pain away.

   “No.” You push away from his advances and knock your shoulder against his, tugging away until you’re practically sprinting for the door. You don’t stop for Sarah who’s standing in the kitchen, don’t stop for Joel calling your name in that broken tone of his, all you do is rush for fresh air where you’re alone, where you can think. But you don’t really want to be alone, do you? You just want Joel. But your dad has completely ruined that. He ruined everything. 

   Joel feels the icy sting as your shoulder brushes past him; he sees the tears cloud your beautiful eyes as they cascade down your flawless face. He knows he’s fucked, knows your father will hate him now, but all he wants to do is pull you into his strong arms so he can hold you and tell you everything will be alright, that the two of you will be just fine. Because he’s not letting you go. No. He’ll never let you go. Not even if your father hates his guts now.

   Just when he starts to turn and go to you, he feels a looming presence behind him that feels a lot like a rush of cold ice freezing him out. 

   “Joel, a word.” George’s deep voice fills the room, and Joel nods and walks with his head down low like he’s a puppy being scolded for making a mess on the kitchen floor.

   The air feels frigid, and he digs his large hands nervously into the pocket of his jeans while he stands on the back porch and looks over to see George practically tearing him to shreds with just his predatory eyes across the way.

   “How long?” His voice is clipped, and Joel shivers at the sound of that icy tone.

   “George, I…”

   “How. Long.” 

   “Almost seven months…” he says quietly with his head down low.

   “Jesus Christ, Joel.”

   He holds up a palm and tries to explain, but his shaky breath doesn’t do him any favors. “Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t…”

   “Didn’t what? That’s my daughter, Joel!” His eyes glow violent against the hue of the orange sunset that’s painted in the sky, murky clouds trying to fog over the brightness like the depths of his dark soul right now.

   “I know! You don’t think I didn’t think of that before I started this whole thing?” Joel’s jaw ticks, and his thick fingers form into tight fists as he tries to stay in control. 

   “I don’t know, Joel. You tell me.” George narrows his eyes and crosses his arms as he waits for an explanation.

   “It’s not like I planned to fall for your daughter, it just happened.”

   “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me!” George slams his hand against the closed grill, and Joel sees the glimmer of your silver necklace that sits locked in his unforgiving fist. The one with the key to his heart he so casually gave you earlier. Joel’s eyes glisten with frustrated tears, but he doesn’t let a single one fall. He’s stronger than that.

   “Because this is why I didn’t, why we didn’t! Because we knew you’d be pissed.” His rugged voice comes out clipped because he’s tired, so very tired of hiding his feelings. No more, he’ll lay it out thick if he has to.

   “You’re damn right I’m pissed! You’ve been secretly dating my twenty-six-year-old daughter without me knowing and have been sneaking around this whole time. Hell, did anyone else know?”

   “Sarah knew,” Joel says quietly as he takes a step back.

   “Oh, so you tell her but not me?” George looks positively pissed, to say the least.

   “I didn’t tell her, she figured it out herself. Saw us on a date, and I couldn’t cover that up. So yes, she knows. And Tommy knows, too.”

   “Even better,” George chuckles. “And this? What do you have to say about this?” He clutches the silver key in his palm and stares angrily at Joel while his mouth ticks up in a deep scowl. 

   “That’s… I asked her to move in with me.” There’s no getting around this, so he might as well come clean. But every bone in his body tells him to grab the necklace and run out the door. He needs to make sure you’re okay. That’s the only thing that matters now.

   “Move in with you! Why would you…”

   “Because I love her…” His voice is soft, quiet, like he’s afraid he’ll disturb anyone that hears. 

   “I don’t wanna hear—”

   “George, let him talk. I want to hear this,” Claire turns and nods to him. “Go on, Joel.” Joel hesitates but gives her a tight-lipped smile and says thank you with his softening eyes.

   George pinches the bridge of his nose while he waits, and Joel takes a deep breath before he speaks, letting his nerves settle before he spills it all. “She’s been so stressed tryin’ to find the perfect apartment, and nothing right was workin’. And I jus’… I’d rather her move in with me. ‘Cause I want her there, and I’d look after her and take care of her, and…”

   George grunts and clenches the silver key harder, but Claire just gives him a stern look and tells Joel to continue. “Go on,” she encourages with a small smile. 

   Joel takes a breath and starts again. “Look, George, I never meant to fall for your daughter, but I did. And you know what? It was the best decision of my life. She’s so… she’s so kind and smart as hell. And she jus’ is the brightest ray of sunshine and lights up my entire life. And she’s so beautiful, the most beautiful woman in the world.”

   Claire tears up a little in the corner, and Joel picks absentmindedly at the fringe on his flannel. He can’t help but grin as he thinks of your beautiful smile, the way you make him feel as if no one else in the world exists when you’re with him. You’re like the golden sunset that stays up just long enough to wrap him in pure warmth and sunlight, the one thing that keeps his heart pumping through his veins. You’re it for him, he thinks you always have been. He just didn’t know it till this year.

   “I never thought this would happen, but it did. And I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Even if it meant ruining our friendship and you never forgiving me. I can’t give her up, George. I won’t. She makes me so fuckin’ happy, and I’d die before there was a day I ever hurt her. Losing her isn’t a choice for me because I love her, will continue to love her for as long as I live.”

   “Joel…” Claire smiles with a gleam in her clear eyes. “You really love her?”

   “Mmm. I really do. I’d do jus’ about anything for that girl. She’s so precious to me. So forgive me if I’ve spent the last almost seven months givin’ her everything I possibly could. She has my heart and always will.”

   Claire shifts and wipes a stray tear from her eyes, giving him a warm smile that says she’s so happy her daughter has him. And that takes some relief off his burdened back. Now it’s just George he has to worry about.

   George stares and stares at the silver necklace with knit eyebrows, contorting his features into something Joel can’t make out what it means. There’s a beat of hesitance before George looks up and stares directly into Joel’s eyes, like he’s hearing him clearly for the first time. “You really love my little girl, don’t you…” His eyes clear up, no more hatred or scowling or anything remotely hostile. They’re just awestruck.

   “With all my heart,” Joel mutters through the chill of the evening. 

   The cold breeze slips through Joel’s tousled curls, running straight down his spine while he waits to see what will happen next. Waiting to see if his best friend will toss him overboard for the sharks to tear him to shreds, or waiting for the acceptance that it’s okay to date his daughter.

   It’s like the world stops spinning, the only noise is the bated breath he’s holding while he watches his best friend flip the gifted necklace back and forth repeatedly in his palm. The silence is torture.

   Finally, George looks back up and sighs before licking his bottom lip and muttering. “Here, take it.” He holds the necklace by the clasp and jangles it in front of him, edging on Joel to take it.

   Joel stares at the gleaming key, reading Miller’s Girl in silver letters, the one that belongs to his girl. And when he hesitates, George shoves out his arm again, letting the necklace toss and turn in his grasp. “Take it,” he repeats, a little softer this time. 

   He walks forward, scuffing his shiny boots against the pavement and stops in front of his best friend, till the key is safely back in Joel’s grasp. He looks up slowly and sees George’s eyes almost tear up, but they still hold some faint hesitation in those uncertain irises.

   “Look, it’s gonna take me a while to be okay with this. You’re gonna have to give me a little space to process this, but I… I give you permission to date her because… because I trust you more than any of those other clowns she’s dated. And you lookout for her, especially when I’m not around, and you obviously care a lot. And sounds like you love her a lot. So… if this ever leads to more than just moving in together and dating then… just ask me next time, but I think I’ll be okay with it.”

   Joel’s eyes go wide at the words, and before he knows it he has his arms wrapped tightly around his best friend’s back in pure shock. George pounds a strong hand on Joel’s back and mumbles under his breath that that’s enough. Claire gives him a gentle smile and watches the two friends make up in peace.

   “Thank you, George. For trustin’ me with your daughter.”

   George shoos him away and grits his teeth together into a pressed smile. “Yeah, yeah. Jus’ go talk to your girl, Joel. Let the old man have some space for a few minutes. I need a drink,” he sighs as he heads back inside for a cold beer in the fridge.

   Joel nods to Claire and then makes a beeline for the front door, knowing you're sitting out there in the cold with tears streaming down your beautiful face. He has to fix it.

   The sunset slowly slipping under the grey clouds doesn’t help your mood as another tear escapes down your cheek, falling to the ground with a splash as you hug your knees tighter to your chest while you lean against the front porch railing. You always knew your father wouldn’t approve, and now he’s ruined your most favorite thing in this world.

   You almost miss the large figure that stands behind you until he’s kneeling down and wrapping his arms tightly around you like a warm blanket that drapes over your skin. His usual coffee scent and strong cologne showers you in a still calmness that only he brings you, and suddenly you feel like you’re home. 

   “Joel,” you sniffle into his warm chest, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck while his big hands run up and down your back in soothing motions.

   “‘S’alright, sweetheart. You’re okay now. I’ve got you.” His gentle tone surrounds you in a cloud of comfort, and you suddenly feel warm and light for the first time since your parents saw the two of you kiss.

   “But they… my dad…” You can’t even speak clearly. Your words are all warped and clipped each time you think of how angry your dad was, how violently he ripped into your heart when all you were trying to do was tell him how much Joel meant to you. It was a disaster that was waiting to happen, and you let it.

   “Hey, look at me.” He tips your chin up and brushes the next tear away that clashes against your eyelashes. “Everything’s okay now. We’re okay.”

   You look at him with confusion swirling in your irises as your fingers clasps around his fuzzy flannel you love to wear so much. “We’re okay?” you whisper out in a daze.

   “Mhm,” he nods as a warm smile slips over his plush mouth. He digs into the pocket of his jeans and grasps the silver chain in his palm. Your necklace. 

   “Think this belongs to you.” Joel opens his palm and reveals the silver key that has your name written all over it. The key that promises for a future together, your future. A life with him in it, a step before a lifetime together.

   “Joel… he gave it back?” You gawk as your finger brushes against the metal, clasping your hand over his so you can feel the promise of forever in the warmth of his calloused palm.

   “Mhm. It belongs to you.” He pushes it into your open palm and closes your fingers over the cold silver, letting his hand linger over yours as his warm breath invades your space.

   You take a moment to register what this means, what this might promise. Did this mean your dad… Your eyes flick to his with agility, and your lips part as you exhale a long breath. “Does this mean... Did my dad…”

   A smile curls against his mouth and he nods. “‘S’alright now. After I talked to him, after I explained myself, he listened. He’s okay with us, darlin’. Well, as good as he’ll be right now. Might take some time to mend our friendship back to how it was, but s’okay. We’re gonna be jus’ fine. And you and me? We’re gonna be more than fine.”

   You throw your arms around Joel’s neck and sink your lips against his, letting his cinnamon taste melt into your mouth until you can taste nothing but him. He pulls you against his broad chest and strokes his calloused fingers against the back of your neck, tugging until you’re flush to him so he can ravish and serenade your mouth with the taste and feel of his warm, lush tongue. 

   It only takes minutes of heated passion until he pulls his lips from yours and rests his forehead against yours. You’re both out of breath, but you guess that’s how the two of you always are. Always giving your entire being to each other until the other is completely satisfied. But it’s not about that this time, it’s about finally being able to express your love for each other out in public. No more hiding from your parents, your friends, no one. It’s you and Joel against the world now, and there’s not anything you can’t conquer now.

   He moves your hair across one shoulder and clasps the necklace around your neck, leaving it right where it belongs now. Yours. 

   “There,” he smiles as he glides his fingers over the silver key. “Right back where it belongs. Right over your heart.”

   You take a moment to admire the syrupy eyes that flick to yours as you rake your fingers through his silvery scruff, dragging your nails slowly as he groans at the feel of you. “I love when you do that,” he murmurs as his thumb strokes your bottom lip delicately.

   “Well, get used to it because I’m about to be living with you,” you smile.

   “Mmm. I like the sound of that. You in my arms every single night? Wakin’ up to the glow of your stunning smile? Bein’ able to kiss you whenever I want, wherever I want? Yeah, I could get used to this.” His lips drag down your cheek and end on your lips softly, but then they’re gone in a flash as he traces his fingertips over the back of your hand.

   “Slow mornings with freshly brewed coffee, your lips, and me curled up in your lap? Yeah, I could get used to this, too.” Your lips find his once more, and then you’re floating off in a little bubble, to a place only you and Joel know how to get to.

   When his lips untangle from yours, he smiles and gives you those loving sweet eyes you never can seem to get enough of. “I love you, darlin’.”

   “I love you too, Joel.”

   The evening slips by in a rush. Your parents are weirdly mellow about the whole thing, but your dad still sends a couple snarls your way when he sees you and Joel holding hands. But he surprises you when he sends you off with a hug and a kiss on the cheek before you go back to Joel’s house. 

   It doesn’t take him long till Joel and him are doing fishing trips, watching football games together, and going out for beers again. And you kind of love that Joel didn’t have to lose his best friend over you. No. Joel got to keep both of you, and you couldn’t help but tear up when you saw how close they were again just a month after the whole Christmas disaster. You guess some things just fall into place like you and Joel did.

   You never expected to fall in love with your dad’s best friend, but it turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to you. And now? You’re finally free to live your life with your favorite person by your side.

   You don’t know what the next year will bring or the year after, but you know Joel will be there no matter what. 

[kingofbodyrolls]

BTS fic recs: June 2023

I've finally gotten back to reading again, so I wanted to make a monthly rec list of my favorite readings for that given month 🥰 All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ 

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the original fic’s post ♥ 

BTS fic rec index → May |💜| Jul | Aug | Sep (jjk)(knj) | Oct (pjm) | Nov (*) | Dec (ksj)(kth) |

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, personal favorites = 💯. 

⭐The Boy with Galaxies in His Eyes 💯 by @oddinary4bts​ // jjk x reader // idol!au + fwb2l // 🌩️🥵🥰

📝 You had never thought the night sky could be found in someone’s eyes. That is, until you met Jeon Jungkook and his gravity pulled you in. Will he crush you with the galaxies in his eyes, or will you learn to explore his worlds and make them yours?

🗨️ It is a long one, but damn is it worth it! It will take you for the very best rollercoaster ride of your life. So if you haven’t read this yet, what are you honestly doing with your life? 

⭐The Boy with Galaxies in His Eyes: The First Time (drabble) by @oddinary4bts  // jjk x reader // idol!au + fwb2l // 🥵🥰

📝 Jeon Jungkook is an enigma of galaxies and black holes. When he texts you to hang out late at night, you can’t resist the gravity of him. After all, you’ve always been a sucker for outer space.

🗨️ This is a drabble of their first time together and if you read the parent fic, promise me you won’t sleep on this one! ✨

⭐I want to be with you 💯 by @oddinary4bts  // pjm x reader // idol!au + s2f2l (fan) // 🌩️🥵🥰

📝 Moving to Seoul has always seemed like a good idea, until the bubble bursts when you realize your new neighbor is Park Jimin, and he’s not the sweet angel you’ve always imagined him to be. Will the reality of Park Jimin forever be a nightmare, or will he turn into a sweet dream?

🗨️ This was the first idol!au that I loved (and made me read the others). I adore this and I will read it again sometime 🥰

⭐Beneath the Water 💯 by @jungshookz  // pjm x reader // fantasy!au + mermaid!au // 🌩️🥵🥰😂

📝 His legs were sparkling. You looked up from his face slowly and towards his legs, your head tilting in confusion when you were met with the sight of… well, it certainly wasn’t a pair of legs. What the fuck?

🗨️ This is just perfect; a tiny bit angst, gold certified comedy and fluff (with a sprinkle of smut). There’s also a bullet point drabble of this, so please check that out too (here).

⭐Failure to Communicate by @gukslut and @stutterfly​ // pjm x reader // college!au + r2l // 🌩️🥵😂

📝 Could either of you write an enemies to lover story about jimin and y/n set in college where he was her TA and got her kicked out of her major bc he didnt give her the grade she needed and was generally unhelpful?

🗨️ I don’t have much to say, just go read it - it speaks for itself ✨

⭐On Mute by @yoon-kooks​ // jjk x reader // office!au, coworkers!au, fuckboy!gamer!jjk + f2l // 🥵🥰

📝 You always assumed your handsome coworker was down to fuck anyone in the office except for you. He always assumed you weren’t interested in a guy like him. And both of you were content with never admitting your feelings… until he unknowingly confides in you in the realms of a certain tactical FPS game.

🗨️ It’s just so cute and wholesome 🥹

⭐Make Me 💯 by @jikookiekosmos​ // pjm x reader // office!au, boss!jimin/employee!reader + dom/sub themes // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 After a bad breakup, you decide to go out one night and drink your sorrows away - that is, until you see your now ex-boyfriend there with someone clinging to his arm. To get your mind off of things, you go back to your job after hours; what you don’t expect is for your boss and CEO of the company, Park Jimin, to show up and offer you help in ways you didn’t know you needed.

🗨️ It has heavy dom/sub themes (which I’m normally not into, but imma switch for this one!). It is incredibly hot and so, so damn perfect 🥵

⭐Pay Attention 💯 by @jikookiekosmos​ // pjm x reader // office!au, boss!jimin/employee!reader + dom/sub themes // 🥵🥰

📝 You’d mentioned it in passing once before, your fantasy about blowing your boss - and now boyfriend - under his desk during one of his important CEO business meetings. So what happens when you want to turn that fantasy into a reality, and he wants it just as much?

🗨️ This is a sequel to ‘Make Me’ (but can be read as a stand-alone) - and it is just pure dirty smut. The dynamic between reader and Jimin is just so good ✨

⭐On Call: part 1 & On Call: part 2 by @yoonjinkooked​ // jjk x reader // s2l + rom-com // 🥵😂

📝 After a catastrophic first date, you end up leaving the hospital angry, tired and date-less. Hoping to have a drink or five, you end up in a nearby bar, sitting next to the same doctor who caught your eye earlier. 

🗨️ Both parts are really, really good!

⭐Shake Shack 💯 by @kth1​ // pjm x reader // s2l (though they went to the same high school) // 🥵🥰

📝 Crushing on a man ever since high school, you failed time and time again to actively talk to him. Until one sweaty summer day, you finally developed the courage to ask him out on a date.

🗨️ The story is so good, perfect amounts of sweet, a bit fluffy and then downright saucy!

⭐A Night at the Mall by @bunnybubae​ // jjk x reader // f2l // 🥵🥰

📝 Your best friend Jungkook works as a security guard at the mall and everything takes an interesting twist when you go to visit him during his shift on a friday night.

🗨️ Jungkook is so sweet and funny in this, ahh.

⭐Backtrack 💯 by @mapofthesea​ // myg x pjm x reader // producers!yoonmin, assistant!reader, bi!yoongi // 🥵🥰

📝 There’s no telling just how long you’d been stuck in the windowless studio, and you’re just about ready to walk out and forfeit your paycheck for the week, until your bosses strike up an interesting bargain.

🗨️ Holy fuck 🥵 I feel like I need to take a very long shower now 🫣🫣🫣 this is probably one of the dirtiest fics I’ve read. It’s so good 🤤

⭐The Forgotten Spaces [completed series] 💯 by @oddinary4bts​ // jjk x reader // college!au, dancer!au + e2l // 🌩️🥵🥰

📝 you’ve been dancing on the same dance crew since your teenage years, and you finally have an important role in it. It feels like life is taunting you when your rival comes back after disappearing for a year, ready to tease you every chance he gets. Will the teasing turn into more, or are you going to take him down with you?

🗨️ This is truly a masterpiece! The writing is perfection and the characters have so much soul, dimension, hurt and love. It is exceptional 👏🏾♥️ you just have to read this gem 💎

Thank you so much for going through my recommendations! I hope you find something that you like and show it some love. All of these fics and writers have inspired me to write again, so I'm finally working on my own stuff again (it’s been like 7+ years, yikes 🙈). Hopefully I'll actually finish something this time 😂 but damn it feels good to write again ♥ 

If you should be interested in more BTS fic recs please find more here 😀

[theslut4smut]

𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗿𝘁 | 𝗵𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗷𝗶𝗻

𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗴𝗼𝗿𝘆: fluff & smut

𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: hyunjin uses his wonderful artistic skills to make his sweet y/n realize how beautiful her body is when she becomes ridden with insecurity

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 4.5k

𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲𝘀: afab reader, curvy/heavier/plus sized reader, insecure reader, sub!reader, i don’t even wanna say softdom!hyunjin… he’s just the sweetest and mushiest little gumdrop that is trying to make you smile and cum simultaneously, terms of endearment, lots of “i love you” ’s, some tears, kissing, oral (f receiving), fingering, sweet ol’ missionary 🥹, USES YOU LIKE A CANVAS!!!

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀: this was requested!! to the sweet little baby anony that requested this, i hope you don’t mind that i added more of an overall body insecurity. of course i will still mention hyunjin loving that big ol’ booty like you asked, but i felt the story would be too short with just that.

i’m a chubby fat girl myself, so this should be ✨ healing ✨

also!

my second hyunjin story! and it’s another insecurity reassurance one 🥺🤧

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you peek into the somewhat messy room. canvases of different sizes leaned against the walls, used paintbrushes in tubs of water, tubes and buckets of paints scattered along the floor.

hyunjin’s safe space.

the room he’d go to when he felt overwhelmed or stressed, excited, inspired.

you look over to him sitting in his chair in front of a large canvas, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he twists and twirls the brush in between his fingertips.

he was so handsome like this.

you make your way over to him and hold up the bowl of fruit you had prepared for him in his line of sight.

he snaps out of his focused state. “ah.” he says, smiling excitedly before putting the brush down.

he places an orange slice into his mouth, closing his eyes and letting out a hum of approval. “fruit is always so much better when you give it to me.”

you laugh softly. “all i do is cut it.”

“mm, well you’re a great cutter.”

you give him a playful eyeroll before turning to look at the progress of his creation that only had a few strokes near the bottom.

“what is it gonna be?” you ask, tilting your head to the side.

he takes the bowl from your hands and sets it on the desk in front of him. “a surprise for you.”

you look at him with wide and sparkling eyes. “for me?”

“don’t act like i haven’t made you hundreds of them already.” he says, laughing softly as he wiped his brush on a stained cloth.

“i know.” you start, turning back to the painting. “but it makes me feel so special every time.”

he places a hand on your bottom, rubbing his palm on it in circles. “you are special.”

you feel your body stiffen as he continues to touch you. as much as you loved hyunjin’s affection, you had been struggling with insecurity for the past couple of weeks and it was causing you to not want to be felt or even perceived by him.

of course he had respected the lack of intimacy the two of you had shared in recent time, not questioning the excuses you had when you stopped moments that were becoming intense.

it made you feel miserable. not allowing yourself to kiss, caress or savor hyunjin the way you so desperately craved.

hiding yourself behind baggy clothing of either yours or his just to not be seen. eating only enough to survive instead of what was satisfying.

you knew that you didn’t have to hide yourself away like this. being a larger girl was something you were always self conscious about.

and despite those insecurities, hyunjin did nothing but show love and admiration for them.

you were one thousand percent certain that you were loved and that he would never see you the way you see yourself, but it was just too hard to fully accept.

you reach around to his hand that was still playing with your bottom and interlock your fingers with his, pulling it up to kiss his knuckles.

he closes his eyes and smiles at you.

“i’m only allowing you in here because you can’t tell what it is yet.” he says.

you giggle.

he grabs you by the waist and turns you around to look at him.

he pats his thigh as he looks up at you. “c’mere, baby.” he says softly.

“no, it’s okay.” you say, rubbing your lips together as you try to keep your composure.

he shakes his head as he furrows his brows. “you love to sit on my lap while i paint.”

you begin to pick and pull at your fingers as you think of excuses.

“i can’t watch you, it’s a surprise.” you stammer.

he sighs with a laugh as he shakes his head again, grabbing your hand. “i’m just placing the base color today. you won’t be able to tell.”

he begins to pull you into him, puckering his lips to kiss you.

“i-i don’t even wanna see that.” you dig your heels into the groan.

“angel, it’s fine.” he says, using more of his strength to bring you closer.

“hyunjin, please!”

he immediately stops, giving you a concerned look.

“i’m not sitting on you, hyunjin. i cannot sit on you.” you exhale deeply as you place your hair behind your ears and cross your arms over your chest.

he lets go of you, placing both hands on his knees. “you don’t want to or you can’t?”

you close your eyes as you let out a shaky breath. “i… can’t.”

he leans closer, poking his cheek with his tongue. “and why can’t you?”

“i’m… ”

“you’ll hurt me because you’re too heavy?”

you bite the inside of your cheek.

he sighs as he rubs his temples and closes his eyes. “god, y/n.”

he shakes his head as he looks around the room.

“what have i told you? what have i done to ever make you feel like you’re not able to relax and accept yourself?”

“it’s not anything you did, hyunjin.” you say softly.

he stands up and pulls you into him, caressing your hair as you lay against his chest. “i wish you could see yourself the way i do.”

you move your head, your chin pressing into him as you look up into his eyes.

“i think you’re so perfect. inside and out.”

you smile sweetly as he continues.

“everything about you, i adore. your smile, your laugh, your voice, the way you hold me.” he kisses your forehead softly. “i don’t care what you think, your body is gorgeous. desirable. it’s beautiful because it belongs to you. and anything that has to do with you is everything i’ll ever want.”

you close your eyes as you shake your head slightly.

“yes.” he says, holding your face with his hands. “you don’t have to believe me for it to be true.”

“i know you mean it, but it’s been so hard.” your voice cracks slightly.

“baby.” he wraps his arms tighter around you as he places kisses into your hair.

you squeeze onto him desperately, feeling as if you hadn't experienced the sensation of his body on yours in ages.

all of the horrible and intrusive thoughts that had been clouding your mind for the last several days were finally silent as he held you in his embrace.

there was no need to ever feel insecure with a lover like hyunjin, but it was so difficult sometimes. it was clear he meant all of the praises he gave you. whether it be for your looks or what made you you. quirks, traits, habits.

you felt guilty for it not even being that serious. you were confident in who you were. you were never one to make jabs at yourself or feel incompetent. you gave yourself grace for making mistakes and congratulated yourself when you accomplished a task.

it was purely physical. you hated the way you looked.

life would just be so much easier in a smaller body.

and you knew how much that upset hyunjin too. he always talked about how cheap it was to value or prioritize appearance over well being and personality.

looks alter and change as time goes on, and it's such a waste of time to spend the years of your life that are filled with the most freedom and opportunity worried about whether or not people find you attractive.

you knew it wasn't important, but there was also a part of your mind that couldn't accept that it was okay to not stress about what size you were or the number on the scale.

you were always so close, yet so far.

the hardest part had to be the lack of intimacy. you wanted to throw all of your cares away and just let hyunjin have you the way he wanted, but something always held you back.

you missed his touch, the way he smelled, the feeling of the two of you becoming one.

you couldn't bare to go a second longer without him.

"hyunjin." you huff breathlessly as you dig your nails into the grey sweatshirt he was wearing.

he pulls away and looks down into your pleading eyes staring back up at him.

he places your hair behind your ears before pulling you in with his hand placed on the back of your head, ghosting his lips over yours. "can i take care of you, baby? i just want to make you feel better."

you let out a soft whine as you nod slightly.

he grabs your hand and pulls you beside him as he clears the tools and brushes from his desk.

he turns back to you and places his hands on either side of you, causing you to hold your breathe.

he notices, letting out a small sigh. "i can lift you, angel. you don't need to be scared."

you release a shaky breath as you looked down at your feet.

he redirects your gaze back onto him, cocking an eyebrow. "may i please?"

you fold your lips in before exhaling through your nose and nodding.

he smiles happily, lifting you up from the floor. you can feel your heart rate quicken as you watch his toned arms flex. it had been too long without him.

he places you onto the now clear surface, running a hand down your clothed body.

even with the barrier between the two of you, you could feel the jolts of electricity run through you.

you let out a soft moan.

he chuckles softly, pecking your lips. "can i take off a few layers, princess?"

you squeeze your eyes shut tightly as you nod.

"awe." he laughs an empathetic laugh as he caresses the side of your face. "it"s been so long, hasn't it, baby?"

"yes." you whine.

he begins to undress you, maintaining eye contact as he does.

"is this why you've been avoiding our special time?" he asks, rubbing his hand over your soft skin.

you nod as you pout.

"oh, baby." he coos. "i'm so sorry i didn't bring it up. i just assumed you wanted your space."

he stops inches away from your lips. you feel his breath fan against your face. "let me make it up to you."

before you can respond, his lips are on yours.

you sigh into the kiss as he gently pushes you to lay on your back.

the cool surface against your bare skin makes you hiss slightly, but you’re too distracted to pay that much attention to it.

he remains standing as he continues to make out with your soft and lust swollen lips.

“i missed you, my baby.” he says in between the smacking of your two mouths.

you let out a soft whine. “missed you.”

he giggles that cute giggle of his at how worked up you are just over kissing. it's been some time since the two of you had shared a moment like this.

he pulls away to admire you. the way your soft and supple skin glowed under the gentle morning sun that spilled in through the open window. stray pieces of hair that framed your red and pleasure covered face beautifully.

"hyunjin." you say, soft and needy. "i don't want all of the build up right now. i need you so bad."

he laughs through his nose before leaning in to place a kiss on your forehead. "i never want to deprive you, angel. just let me savor and take my time with you the way you deserve."

you let out a whine as you close your eyes and squeeze your thighs shut.

"you're just so... breathtaking." he says.

you keep your eyes shut as he continues on, trying to calm down as you feel yourself become more and more aroused.

"all of the art i’ve seen in my life, whether it be mine or someone else's. it could never, ever compare to you, my love."

"hyunjin-"

"ah." he stops you with a finger against your lips. "i wont argue with you. you cannot change the way i feel."

you can hear him shuffle through something on his desk before he begins to speak again.

"i've tried to encapsulate your beauty so many times before, but it simply cannot be replicated. no one could create your perfection on a canvas."

he's silent for a few moments before you feel cold paint touch the surface of your skin.

you gasp sharply as your eyes snap open.

"shh." he coos, using your chin to pull you in for a kiss. "i can't show how beautiful you are through a painting, so let me try it this way instead."

he leans down to kiss your exposed tummy, causing you to slightly push his head away.

his big brown eyes look up into yours.

“y/n, let me be creative with your body. have you see it the way i do. there’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

he uses the pads of his fingers to gently outline the shape of your curves with the light pink shade, his eyes sparkling with love and admiration as he did.

“look at how beautiful this is, my love. the way you were created.”

you glance down yourself. even though it was nothing but simple tracing, he always managed to make things look so good. whether it was a sneaky doodle of you on a coffee shop napkin or a quick sketch of the sunset on the horizon, it was never sloppy.

“i love how full and soft you are, baby.” he starts, moving his fingers up to one of your nipples and swirling the paint, causing you to slightly twitch and sigh. “sensitive, too.”

he gently places his hands on both of your knees before spreading your legs and slightly lifting them to your chest.

you make an uncomfortable noise before turning your head away.

“what is it, my love?”

“i don’t like that.” you say softly with a slight crack in your voice.

“don’t like what?” he leans into you as he places a strand of hair behind your ear, observing your upset expression.

“the way my stomach does that.”

he furrows his brows before pulling away and looking down at your tummy. he places his hand on it before looking back up to you.

“the way it doubles into rolls, i- i hate that.”

“my tummy would do this too if i were in the same position as you.”

“hyunjin, that’s not the same. yours is not nearly as big as mine.”

he blinks at you without saying a word before dipping into more paint, swirling colors near your lower tummy and thighs.

you whine again.

“your skin being able to stretch and move to accommodate your needs is a blessing, angel. not something to feel distain towards.”

he begins to trace tulips and dandelions on your left thigh while gently kneading your right.

you huff and sigh as he does, not being able to handle his close proximity to your most aching part.

“i love the way your tummy folds like that.” he says, looking up from his doodles on your skin, cocking a single brow. “it reminds me of how good and spread i have you for me.”

your chest begins to rise up and down quickly at his words, causing you to grab onto his arm in desperation of some sort of stimulation.

he smirks proudly to himself, knowing the effect he has on you. “and these thighs.” he leans down to gently peck the soft and plush skin, making sure not to smudge the fresh designs. “thick and enticing. the way they force me in between them once you can’t take anymore.”

you gasp as you begin to squirm.

“yeah, pretty girl? you love suffocating me with these when i’m making you shake and cry, don’t you? the way i dig my fingers into them as you press into me harder and harder? completely disregarding my oxygen intake as i devour you. feeling you just let go. twitching and spasming all over my tongue. you love that, huh, my angel?”

“h-hyunjin.”

“shh.” he coos, leaning down and brushing his lips delicately against yours. “you have to stay calm for me, baby. we haven’t even started yet.”

he pulls away from you before resuming his previous actions.

“you just get so excited, huh?“ he begins to trace his fingers closer and closer to your heat, but never to the exact spot you needed him.

you nod quickly, letting out a huff.

“but so patient, too.”

you open your mouth to plead, only to be cut off by the feeling of his breath ghosting over your swollen bud.

he looks up from your slick and eager heat with a deep desire in his eyes, his pupils slightly blown out.

“why don’t you do that thing that i love so much, hmm? just crush me in between them. show me how you’re able to let go for me.”

you gasp as you feel yourself beginning to pulse and contract on nothing.

“can you do that for me, pretty baby?”

“y-yes.” you whine breathlessly.

without another word, his lips connect themselves onto your sensitive clit, causing you to squeal as lapped up the juices you were already starting to secrete.

his fingers quickly find their way inside of you.

you let out a short and quick squeak as he pumps them in and out of you rapidly.

“oh-“ you grab onto his wrist, the sensation already being too much.

“pretty girl.” he says breathlessly against your skin as he continues to split you open on the two digits while simultaneously sucking onto your mound. “taking my fingers so well.”

you clench around him as you begin to feel the knot in your lower tummy form.

god, it’s really been far too long.

he can feel how close you’re becoming as his eyes pierce into yours.

he quickens the pace.

small trickles of your arousal begin to fly and shoot out of you before you’re full on squirting into his large hand.

“that’s it, baby. mix those colors for me.”

your hand quickly covers your face as it burns red, feeling humiliated at just how fast you came undone.

and just as he wished, your thighs slam into either side of his head with a thud, causing a muffled moan of his to vibrate throughout your core.

cries and moans of his name fall past your lips as he helps you through your intense orgasm, rubbing your thigh reassuringly as he did.

your legs twitch and shake as he continues.

a warm and soft kiss from his full and pouty lips grounds you a bit as your climax reaches its end.

you didn’t even realize he was no longer buried face first into your needy cunt.

you let out an exhausted sigh.

he disconnects from the kiss and pulls his dripping fingers out of you before rubbing the mess you made for him all over your body, swirling the lilac and mint green paint from the lower half of you in a beautiful way.

you look up to the ceiling while you regulate your rapid breathing as he begins to open another can of paint.

he whistles a tune to himself as he dips into the pale yellow, allowing you the time to become fully present for him again.

your head feels fuzzy and filled with love as it all sets in for you.

it’s been so long without hyunjin and the pleasure he’s able to bring you.

he was always so patient and delicate with you. like you were his little flower to nurture and protect.

you feel tears already beginning to prickle at your lash line.

he walks over to you with a sweet smile as he continued to stir the fresh paint with his finger.

“you back, baby?” he asks sweetly, his voice filled with tenderness and warmth.

you hum in response, still not being able to form words yet.

he sets the paint down and leans in to peck your forehead.

you grab onto his sweatshirt, letting out a whine.

he chuckles under his breath before softly caressing the outer part of your ear with his thumb. “you want me to take it off?”

“mhm.” you tug at his collar as you try to pull yourself closer to him.

he obliges, pulling the puffy top over his head and leaning back into you.

you take your turn to show hyunjin how you feel through art, dipping into the paint and tracing small hearts along his abdomen.

he smiles at you endearingly as he hums happily, rubbing his knuckles along the sides of your waist and hips.

he re-coats the now dry paint, using his long and slender fingers to stain the surface of your skin, twisting left, right, up and down to make different shapes and patterns.

“this color reminds me of the light you bring into my life. like my eternal sunshine even on the cloudiest of days.”

you bite your lip, once again feeling the overwhelming bubble of emotions trying to fight their way out.

his praise was never anything surface level and simple such as: “you’re beautiful” or “you make me happy.” it was always so much deeper and more passionate.

“when i see you, it’s like there’s no such thing as pain or heartache. nothing could ever phase me with you in my presence.” he says, taking his non-paint covered hand to stroke your cheek softly.

you sniffle a little as you place both hands on either side of his face and pull him in, noses touching.

“you know that, don’t you? how much you mean to me?” he asks.

you bite your lip as you try to suppress an upcoming cry, nodding your head. “yes.”

he places his hands on both of your hips before turning your body to face him as he stood before you.

“don’t ever think you have to deprive yourself from me. i will always be here to reassure you. in any way, my love. with my words, paintings, my tongue, fingers.”

you shiver as he whispers against your neck.

you pull him into a kiss by his hair.

“love you, hyunjin.” you stop to let out a soft and needy moan as he nibbles at your jawline. “i love you so much.”

he lifts his hips up before finally entering you, causing you to throw your head back as you let out a long and high pitched moan, your fingers turning white as you grab onto his torso.

“look at me, baby.” he says softly, pulling your head back up.

he exhales deeply before pressing his forehead onto yours, pounding into you harder and filling the room with the sound of your two bodies becoming one.

“take me, take me, take me.” he says, breathing heavily as he devoured you with his eyes.

“oh- oh my god.” you dig your nails into the flesh of his back desperately, wishing you could be even closer to him than you are right now.

“mhm.” he groans, grabbing onto your face as he kisses you, smearing paint onto your skin.

“you’re so beautiful, angel. so perfect. you were created so divinely and with such grace. i’ll never stop thanking every star that you’re mine. all mine, my baby.”

you begin to flutter and pulse around him, gasping as you arch your back. “hyunjin!” you whine.

“give it to me, baby. you’re so gorgeous when you come undone for me.” his voice becomes more desperate and filled with whimpers as his thrusts begin to falter and lose precision.

the two of you hold onto each others faces as you both unravel onto and into one another, moaning loudly as you reach your peaks together.

“ah! i love you, i love you, i love you.” he says through gritted teeth, fingers bruising your skin as he fucks in and out of you.

you stop fighting back the tears that so desperately want to escape and allow yourself to cry softly as you lay your head against his shoulder, slightly twitching as the waves of pleasure crash over you.

he exhales deeply once he’s finished, lifting your head up to meet his gaze as he smiles at you.

your face is pink and stained with a few blots of mascara, hair slightly untamed. but to hyunjin, it was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.

“you did such a good job, angel.” he says, caressing your cheek tenderly, wiping your tears with the pad of his thumb.

you smile as you bat your sleepy lashes up at him.

he changes both of your positions, switching the two of you to lay on your sides as you spoon each other.

“thank you.” you say softly to him.

he runs a finger from your forehead, to your nose, over your lips, down to your chin before tilting his head to the side. “you don’t need to thank me, baby. i’ll always be here to help you see the beauty in you that i do. i promise.”

your face turns a light shade of pink as you look down. he lifts it back up, smiling that precious squinty smile of his before kissing your lips soft and delicately.

“let’s just stay like this for a little while.” he says, closing his eyes as he rests his chin on top of your head, pulling you in closer.

“hyunjin, i’m not napping on your art desk.” you say, pushing yourself away from him and giving him a sassy look.

he groans dramatically, throwing his head back. “i had a feeling you wouldn’t.”

you giggle softly as you get up from the desk, looking down at your bottom with a sigh. “ugh, it’s so big, hyunjin.” you say, shaking your head.

“hmm. let me see, baby.” he says, giving you a concentrated and serious expression as you turn around for him.

he doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, causing you to look back at him. “what is the point of- ow!”

you spin around, rubbing the cheek of yours that was stinging with burn of his slap. you feel something wet on your hand, realizing that it was paint.

you gasp. “did you just put paint on my butt?!” you try to hold back your laughter, wanting to seem upset with him.

“that’s what you get for speaking poorly about your body.” he says, wiping his paint covered hand.

you cross your arms and pout up at him, causing him to sigh and pull you in for a hug.

“i’m sorry, baby. i’m just teasing. but i meant what i said.” he says, poking your side slightly. “no more negative comments, alright?”

you sigh. “okay. ow!” you push yourself off of him and smack his chest at yet another swat against your bottom.

“and that one was for me. i just can’t get enough of this thing right here.” he says, squeezing into your butt roughly with his hands.

you shake your head, turning to walk out of the room, hyunjin quickly following behind.

“that handprint on your ass is amazing, angel. i should take a picture of it with my camera.”

“will you shut up?” you snap, scoffing as you fight back a smile.

“or better yet, i’ll use it as inspo for my next piece!”

“shut up!”

[polaris-stuff]

Salutations Polaris!✷*•.

This is the SolarNexus anon from the ship confessions you reblogged the other day. :)

Thank you so much for the support, this means a lot!.. though gotta be honest it still be frightening to reveal myself in this fandom. There be a lot of nippy geese lately to say the least..

Just wanted to personally thank you for welcoming to a safe place. SolarNexus be a comfort ship for tragedy for me and it's great others like to have similar ideas.

As a treat: here's a silly thought for those two tragic nerds since fluff is awesome too!

Nexus being the edgy heart-pulling wannabe that he is, will still automatically pause all his work an' act like a happi school girl whenever Solar suggests a bing-watch evenin together.

What's the show of interest?

*Looks at them watching My Little Pony G4.*

The matching stickers stay for a reason heheheh.

Also I'd like to think Nexus enjoys Nightmare Moon and Discord cameos very much.

He'd get very excited and point at the screen for Solar whenever they pop up.

Screaming "YEAHH!!" whenever one of the characters does a Big Bad.

And Solar chuckles whenever Princess Luna shows up with a teasing "Hey look, Nexus, it's you."

The show: *Luna being guilty and self deprecating from her past actions.*

Nexus: *Dead expression towards Solar.* "Am I a f----ng joke to you?"

Aight that's all. Thanks for reading the short sillies! Wishing you peace, happi friendly sillies, and a pleasant day/evenin friendo! :)

OMG HII ✨🥹💖💖💖 I love your ideas, they are so cute and funny XD

Pls, I want you to know that my blog and my DMs will always be open for you if at any time you wish to write to me 🥹💖 SolarNexus means the world to me, I have no words to express how happy this ship makes me and I love sharing that happiness with everyone who wants to feel it too 💖

HEHE CUTEE💖💖 Nexus all "yes, Solar?" Looking at Solar with puppy eyes and sparkle, happily waiting to find out what Solar wants to tell him or what they are going to do that day. AND IMAGINE, both wrapped in blankets, snuggled while watching MLP in the theater 😭💖 Maybe Jack is with them too, eating chips on the chairs above 🥺💖💖💖

AND THATS SO CANON, Nexus cheering on the villains and getting excited about the fight scenes XD✨ BUT AJDJA SOLAR THATS SO MEAN, "Look, it's you" and points to the most depressed pony in the entire show 😭😭

You too have a nice day/afternoon/night!! And thanks so much for stopping by my ask! I loved all of this! 💖💖💖

[vividwritinglove]

Hello I have a request, if you don’t mind✨🤍 I hope you like my idea🫶🏼

Carlos x reader trying to have a baby, but after some failure, during the summer break with all of his family in Mallorca they got the big news (baby Carlos is comingg). After a year they come back to the summer house, as a parents, dealing with baby Carlos, with his sister and his mother🤍

I’m very curious to see Carlos as a dad🥹🫶🏼

Omg - I had to do this request! Carlos (in my mind) is the sweetest Dad and so supporting during the pregnancy and the labor.

I wanna give a TRIGGER WARNING on this one, not for pregnancy loss, but for not getting pregnant instantly and the frustration and stress it comes with. You’ve been advised. Hope you enjoy anyways.

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"It will work next time, mi vida." murmurs Carlos against your temple and then presses a loving kiss on the same spot. This gesture passes you by. Dejectedly, you look at the negative pregnancy test you are holding in your hands. It is already the fifth practice cycle and it just won't work. The initial anticipation you and Carlos felt when you decided to have a baby six months ago is almost gone. You know that you have to give yourself and your body time. But on the one hand, you also put yourself under endless pressure, which is absolutely not beneficial to become pregnant.

During the first 3 months you were still relaxed. But when Carlo's sister Blanca happily announced that she was already 12 weeks pregnant and Carlo's parents were so excited about their first grandchild, your inner clock started ticking. Up until that point, no one knew that Carlos and you were trying to get pregnant too and you both decided not to tell anyone. The last thing you wanted to do was to squeeze Blanca's joy with your gloom.

You are happy for her, even for Carlos, who will be the world's best uncle to his niece or nephew. You will never forget the sparkle in his eyes when his sister announced the good news. That's how much you wish you could give him the greatest gift on earth yourself. Even though Carlos would never admit it in front of you, he suffered just like you. But he wants to be strong, for you. To catch you and comfort you if the next test is negative again.

The next cycles come and you are again not pregnant. In the meantime it is getting to your psyche. Everyone around you seems to get pregnant easily or you are confronted with babies in any way. You read out about a different diet, tried true remedies for natural conception and even look up for artificial insemination. You withdraw yourself more and more from the public, accompany Carlos less or not at all on his race weekends and generally don't want to go out or see anyone anymore.

Carlos is worried. Really worried. He's never seen you like this before, and he doesn't want to see you like this. After a hard weekend of racing, he comes home to find you in bed in the darkened bedroom, as you've been doing so often lately.

"Mi amor?"

"Hmm..." you grumble in response without turning to him.

He lies down in bed next to you. For a few minutes you lie next to each other in silence, until Carlos finally breaks his silence.

"I needed you..."

"Carlos, I can't."

He quickly sits up and turns you to face him. You're a little startled by his brash manner and look at him expectantly. Tears start to form in his eyes. Your heart breaks, and only now do you realize that you are not the only one suffering.

His breathing is faster, you feel his frustration. He has so much on his mind right now, your relationship, which should not be ruined by this, and then the pressure to deliver good results at Ferrari. And of course the great desire to become a father himself. You hug each other tightly and cry together. Long, certainly over half an hour, but it’s good for both of you. You finally release a lot of the pressure and negativity that has built up in the two of you over the last few months.

After a while you look around the room, "I hate this room!"

Carlos looks at you questioningly. It wasn't that long ago that you two moved into this new apartment in Madrid.

"I want to remodel it!"

"Whatever makes you happy!" agrees Carlos.

The very next day, your new project begins and it takes in all your time. You order paints for the furniture. You buy new lamps, bedding, pillows, decorations and a comfortable armchair. You don't let anyone help you, you want to design everything on your own to just be distracted and productive. After the bedroom, you also get to work on your office and the guest room. It helps you to find yourself again in the few weeks of renovation. Carlos also notices your positive change of mood, which makes him feel happy.

Your sex life revives. It's no longer a must, just passion. Like it used to be. You let the cycle calendar be a calendar and only pursue your desire and lust. Just switching off your heads. The last races before the summer break you accompany Carlos again on the weekends and the races are going increasingly better for him. He got back on the podium and even managed to take his 2nd race win. This was so enormously important for him and brought him back his necessary self-confidence. It is only incidental to mention that you two have multiple uninhibited and passionate sex that night.

Like every summer, you'll be spending your summer break in Mallorca with Carlo's family. You are looking forward to it, as you love Carlo's family more than anything, but at the same time you are very nervous, as Carlo's sister recently gave birth and will of course take her newborn daughter with her. You are excited to meet her, but it will bring you back to the fact that you are still not pregnant.

You are in the kitchen with Carlo's mother, preparing dinner, when the new little family enters the living area. Reyes immediately drops everything to greet her daughter Blanca and granddaughter joyfully and warmly.

By now, Carlo's family knows about the attempts of you to get pregnant. They also noticed your changes and Carlos finally told his mother about it. Everyone is very understanding, however, you did not want the joy of the newest Sainz family member to be squeezed. Blanca looks at you immediately as her mother takes the little one from her. You smile at her and approach her with open arms. She hugs you gratefully and you congratulate her again on her beautiful daughter.

For the time being, cooking was out of the question. Everyone is enchanted by the sweet little babygirl. She is literally passed around, until it was quiet and everyone looked at you. Only and alone the baby was crying.

"Would you like to hold her?" Blanca asks timidly, hoping not to hurt you.

You swallow hard, but then smile slightly, "I'd love to."

As you take the little girl in your arms, she immediately calms down and stops crying. She fixes your big and bright eyes and you get lost in hers too. You put your index finger in her little hand and she immediately squeezes. At this contact all your dams break and tears run down your cheeks. Carlos puts his arm around your shoulder and leans his head against yours. Carlos' mother also sits down next to you and strokes your back. You quickly calm down and hand the baby back to Carlos' sister.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you sad." Blanca apologizes to you as she joins you in the kitchen to help you prepare dinner.

"I have to apologize. I just can't control myself lately and I don't know what's wrong with me." you mumble to yourself as you chop the vegetables, "I'm so emotional and I start crying at everything. On top of that I'm so tired and for the past few days my boobs have been hurting so bad."

"Querida." Blanca holds you by the arm, stopping your cutting motion, "When was the last time you had your period?"

You look up from the cutting board and start calculating in your head. You shake your head and reach for your phone,

"According to the calendar, last week. I didn't came though." you say almost in disbelief and look up at Blanca who is already grinning widely and jumping a little on the spot. After the fallout, you've cursed this app and didn’t used it for several months to track your period properly.

"There should be a pregnancy test upstairs in the bathroom," she says, grabbing your arm and together you sprint off to the upstairs bathroom.

The test is found quickly. Fortunately, the test is still durable and you go through the instructions. Even though you have done countless tests before, you were so nervous that only Blanca's presence could calm you down. She lets you do the test alone and gets Carlos in the meantime. There was no way he was going to miss this moment.

"Mi Amor, what's wrong?" asks Carlos in surprise as he enters the bathroom. Your gaze wanders to the sink and now he also recognizes the test. "It still needs 1 more minute." you say, showing him the timer on your phone.

You both sit down on the edge of the bathtub and Carlos reaches for your hand, "If it's not, then..“

"Then we'll just try it again, without pressure and stress!" you finish your sentence and give him a passionate kiss on the mouth, "We can take care of your niece and practice with her first on how to be parents.“

You both smile into another kiss and are interrupted by your timer. You take a deep breath, squeeze Carlo's hand again, put your phone aside and reach for the pregnancy test. And then there they are, 2 bright lines. Carlos looks back and forth between you and the test. You're in a state of shock. He is confused.

"What does that mean?" he asks excitedly and reaches frantically for the package, "What do 2 lines mean? It usually says pregnant or not pregnant!!!"

You cheer and scream and now Carlos also understands that the test result is positive. You fall happily around each other's necks and Blanca also rushes into the bathroom and hugs you both tightly. The commotion upstairs is not hidden from the rest of the family for long. In the meantime, Carlos' younger sister Ana has also arrived and is more or less greeted with the news. Reyes and Carlos Sr. are falling from all clouds and warmly embrace you and their son.

"I can't believe we're going to spend next summer here with two little grandbabies," Reyes says overjoyed, showering you and Carlos with kisses.

1 year later

It’s the morning you arrive on Mallorca at the vacation home of the Sainz family. This time you travel with more luggage than usual. More than half of it, belongs neither to Carlos nor to you, but to your son Antonio, who is currently taking his nap on top of you.

This bundle of joy saw the light of day 3 months ago and has since turned Carlos and your life upside down in a positive sense. He looks just like his dad, thick dark hair and those dark beady eyes. He is the most beautiful human being you have ever seen and are so thankful to be his mommy.

"Can I get you something to drink, querida?" asks Reyes softly as she approaches your cot, gently stroking your son's mop of hair.

You nod and smile gratefully at her, "Let’s get inside. I'm sure he'll be hungry in a minute."

As softly as you say it, this was Antonio's cue. He wanted his milk, and he'd best have it now. As soon as you enter the kitchen to warm the breast milk in the bottle for you, Carlos jogs toward you and takes Antonio from you, "Let me feed him, mamichula!"

Carlos wants to spend every free minute with his son. Especially during the stressful race weekends, he sees him far too less. It makes you so extremely happy to see him like this with Antonio and you are grateful for the greatest partner at your side and the best father of your child. You hand him the bottle and contentedly your son drinks the milk. You sit down next to Carlos on the sofa and rest your head on his shoulder.

"It's so good to be back," you murmur dreamily, kissing his shoulder.

Before Carlos could answer, he is interrupted by his niece, who will celebrates her first birthday tomorrow. The little girl with the brown curls, climbs up the couch and wants to get on your lap to see her little cousin. You pick her up and immediately her eyes are on your son. She puts a hand on the bottle and together they feed Antonio.

[catindabag]

TBOSAS on Crack short take (11)

*How Strabo Plinth’s conversation with Coryo Snow went*

Strabo: Tell me, Coriolanus, are you more like your father or your mother?

Coryo: Um. . . Weird question, but ok. I’m more like my mother, I guess?

Strabo: And why is that?

Coryo: *starts sweating profusely* We- um- we both love music and arts!

Strabo: Is that all?

Coryo: I- I also love to sing because of my gorgeous father! He used to sing to me these old but sweet lullabies when I was a child-

Strabo: My darling Crassus also used to sing to me all the time!😍

Coryo: What?

Strabo: Nothing. Please continue.

Coryo: Um- Singing and looking pretty are my best talents!😀

Strabo: Oh, that’s a relief to hear. That’s totally great! Brilliant even! Welcome to the family, my future son-in-law!🥰

Coryo: Your what?!😟

Strabo: My gorgeous future son-in-law! You see, Sejanus told me all about you!

Coryo: About me?!

Strabo: How your eyes ✨sparkles✨ like fresh fallen snowflakes. How incredibly smart you are! Top of the class! Best in your year! And all that lovey-dovey stuff couples tend to say nowadays!

Coryo: Sir?! Sir, I think you’ve misunderstood! Your son meant to say that we’re just a couple of besties who kiss and go on dates occasionally-

Strabo: And when you saved him from death, he told me that he’s now a new man with a new dream!

Coryo: A new dream? What dream?!

Strabo: Haven’t you heard the news, my boy?

Coryo: Heard what exactly?

Strabo: Sejanus told me that you told him to become ✨THE FUTURE PRESIDENT OF PANEM✨!🥹

Coryo: President of what?!

Strabo: And you also agreed to marry him!

Coryo: Marry?! I’m too young to marry-

Strabo: And since you’re a Capitol Noble with a respectable name like Snow, it will be easy for Sejanus to enter into politics!😈

Coryo: This must be a fever dream.

Strabo: Not only that, my boy! But it will be easier for my son to become President of Panem once you marry into my family!

Coryo: Into your family? What about my family?!

Strabo: Don’t you worry about that! I called your grandmother and she happily and willingly gave her blessing!☺️

Coryo: Her blessing?!

Strabo: Don’t be too harsh on her, my boy! Your grandmother basically sold you to us Plinths!😈

Coryo: She- she sold me?!😱

Strabo: To Sejanus.

Coryo: Does my cousin even know?!

Strabo: Your cousin is already making your wedding dress.

Coryo: Mr. Plinth, how much money did you pay the Grandma’am?!

Strabo: Surprisingly, she only asked that when you become the ✨First Lady of Panem✨, all the food prices, especially chocolate and honey should be covered by the government!

Coryo: That’s it?!

Strabo: Not quite. She also demanded that all of Panem should mandatorily celebrate The Festival of Roses annually.

Coryo: That’s understandable.

Strabo: And lastly, she told me to ban drunk Dean Highbottom from calling her at midnight to cry about my dearest Crassus Snow.

Coryo: Your dearest Crassus Snow?!

Strabo: My lovely Snow Angel~.😍

Coryo: But Highbottom-

Strabo: Don’t worry about that pesky Highbottom, my boy! I was also banned from doing what he’s currently doing!

Coryo: But what about my cousin?!

Strabo: Tigris just asked me to fund her lifestyle.

Coryo: So she just wanted money?

Strabo: Yeah.

Coryo: But Mr. Plinth! Sir, how about your wife?! How about you?! Don’t you want grandkids?!

Strabo: My dearest Coryo, are you questioning the power of modern science of this era where genetic mutts and advance medicine are basically at our disposal?

Coryo: No. I just thought that you would never approve-

Strabo: Sejanus said that you guys are going to marry and have kids after graduation.

Coryo: What?!😱

Strabo: After that, my son will be busy in politics, while you look after the children!

Coryo: Children?!

Strabo: My gorgeous grandkids!🥰

Coryo: How many grandkids do you even want?!

Strabo: Good question! My wife and I want to spoil at least 24 and more grandchildren! And with your Snow genes, they’ll be drop dead gorgeous like your lovely father!😉

Coryo: 24 kids?! I have to “carry” 24 kids?!😱

Strabo: YES!😈 And hopefully more!

Coryo: More?!

Strabo: You can even start calling me father if you want.

Coryo: Father?!

Strabo: Yes, that’s me!

Coryo: I think- I think I want- I want- *is malfunctioning*🫠

Strabo: And last question before we end.

Coryo: Mr. Plinth, I think I’m going to fain-

Strabo: For our new family name, which one is better, ✨Plinth-Snow✨ or ✨Snow-Plinth✨?

Coryo: *faints from the shock*

[couldawouldashoulda50]

From Completely Different Worlds is such a piece of art, love ❤️ it’s everything from cute to funny to thrilling 🤍 can’t wait for more!

The way William’s just so head over heels for Loren has me all 🫠 I know we all say that he’s so laid back and chill - probably enjoys a good time with a girl here and there, but oh my, the thought of him actually meeting that someone 🥹 it would be the cutest thing in the world!

I can just see his blue eyes sparkling when he looks at her - pure adoration 🤍✨ he wants her, needs her, craves her - and for the first time he’s actually nervous cause he’s got that feeling where he’s afraid of losing her. He knows he won’t, but for the first he’s suddenly got everything to lose; her 🌺

Wish you a wonderful weekend babe 🤍

This coming from you, my dear friend, is like the cherry on top and is the most wonderful compliment. I think that's what all of us Nylanderthals (or otherwise) would want to be, if we ever had the chance, is to be refreshingly different from anyone he's ever met. Yes, he has the chance to meet the most stylish, the most gorgeous, the most affluent...maybe even the super famous. But I would like to think at the end of it all, William wants to connect deeply with someone...and it's not one sided either. What she adores in him, he will equally adore in her.

Loren isn't run of the mill, but she doesn't feel that she's anything extraordinary - that's not what makes her tick. Maybe that's what William is drawn to the most. Loren just strives to be a good person. Treat people with kindness and she reflects how valuable they are. But him showing her what she's been missing - with all of her terrible experiences - Loren will only learn to reciprocate in ways beyond William's wildest imagination. Have an amazing weekend my dearest ❤️

[cloudy-encanto]

Day 21 of Encantober 🌈✨ and only 10 to go!

Exciting now the other characters are coming into the story too, almost every chapter from here on a new Madrigal is gonna join the narrative 🥹💖✨

Today’s prompt: Change

Excerpt:

Alma hadn't really had a chance to enjoy her own children like this when they were babies. The early years were a blur of panic and tears and clinging to the triplets for dear life. Alma knew she had messed up a lot with her own children, but was determined not to repeat the same mistakes twice. This time, Alma was going to get it right.

The little girl held Alma's fingers and smiled, looking up with big, sparkling eyes. Alma's breath caught as she realised the baby looked almost exactly like her sisters.

"Do you love her, Mama?" Julieta asked, watching with tired but hopeful eyes as Alma stroked the baby's sleek black hair. Agustin kissed Julieta, cuddling her as they watched.

"I do." Alma told her, unable to hold back her smile. "I love her so much, mija."

Julieta smiled back, blinking slowly in exhaustion. She relaxed into Agustin, as if now she knew that Mama approved, everything else would be alright. Agustin gently wiped the hair that'd slicked to Julieta's forehead, kissing her head as she rested against his chest and closed her eyes.

Isabela continued to watch Alma with intelligent eyes, and Alma couldn't look away.

This was a fresh chance for Alma to get things right. To change for the better. Alma would never say a harsh word, never lay a hand on this little angel.

Alma felt determined to give Isabela the childhood that she and her sisters never had. To shield her from the cruelty of this world, to make sure nothing ever hurt her.

"Isabela." Alma whispered. "I promise, you are going to have the perfect life."

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42056430/chapters/106810821

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

✨cutesy self ship asks!!✨

🎀- do you two enjoy dressing up? or would you rather stick with comfier clothes? what are you guy’s favorite outfits?

🎠- what do you do for leisure/entertainment? do you go places, play games together, or simply watch a movie nd cuddle?

🍭- who has the sweet tooth?

💌- how do you communicate while your apart? do you give eachother notes/letters? or do can you text eachother?

MJJJJJ TYSM FOR ALWAYS POPPING INTO MY ASK TO LEAVE ME THE SWEETEST QUESTIONS YOURE THE BEST 🥹🥹

IM USING THIS ONE TO SPILL ABOUT MY GIRL... 💙KANA RENGOKU!!💙

[Giggles and rolls around all giddy in my bed🔥❤️]

🎀- do you two enjoy dressing up? or would you rather stick with comfier clothes? what are you guy’s favorite outfits?

In a sense of getting dressed up, you mean all fancy? Kana absolutely LOVES it. Rengoku, given he rarely gets some downtime with his wife he prefers to stick with any home apparel or his corps uniform, but to turn down a night where he can spoil and dress his little lady in the prettiest fashion to her hearts content? Now, that'd just be cruelty in his book!

No matter what though, he loves how beautiful his wife is, wether she be in her Sunday best for a nightly walk with him, or in the comforts of her nightly or home clothes, she just seems to glow to him. 😭🙏❤️

🎠- what do you do for leisure/entertainment? do you go places, play games together, or simply watch a movie nd cuddle?

A night on the town just can't go wrong for these two! I said it earlier, when Rengoku sees the time to spoil and ravish his wife, he takes the opportunity!

He doesn't get as much time as he'd desire to be with her, and when he gets those rare weekends or one night, he's going to make sure he spends it with her as though it'll be there last. 😉 any sweet treat she seems to like, he'll buy. Any kimono or robe that catches her eye, he'll get her (even with her many protests-) and has her try on every hair clip or accessories just to watch the way her eyes sparkle or she beams looking in the mirror. 😭😭🙏(I NEED HIM)

🍭- who has the sweet tooth?

Rengoku definetly. Especially since he thinks no one in their hometown can out-cook/bake his wife. He RELIGIOUSLY stands by the fact she can make the best mochi on their block (He even has Misturi on his side for that one 🤭)

He fr feels the need to spoil her so bad cause he thinks her very existence being with him is enough to keep him content... And her cooking-

💌- how do you communicate while your apart? do you give eachother notes/letters? or do can you text eachother?

They write to one another!

Rengoku promised her if he is off on travels for no longer than three days, he'd write to her every night about his adventures of the days before, Kana promising the same.They both probably have 5 boxes filled to the brim with how many letters they send. (RIP his crow PFFFT-)

[lexa-griffins]

🥹 For a holiday away from Polis, Lexa takes Clarke to the glowing forest. They have lovely picnics at night, braid glow in the dark flowers into their hair, watch the stars cuddled together in a blanket, and make love under the lights and sparkles ✨

🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 they deserve all the adorable getaway perks, including Lexa looking around with an adorable smile staring at the forest glowing around then and commenting how beautiful it is while Clarke stares at her with heart eyes and agrees, only for Lexa to look back and see her staring at her, shoving her shoulder playfully and telling Clarke /she's/ the beautiful one to which Clarke highly disagrees until they start the cutest fight of pointing out everything that's beautiful about one another both inside and out and they are laying there below the moon, the stars and a forest of glowing beings and yet nothing is more beautiful to one either than the other and i- 🥹🥹🥺🥺

[shiftingparadise]

I just read your Feitan x reader with no strings attached arrangement but secretly falling for each other and I loved it! It was sooo good! Can I ask for something similar but with Phinks?

Okay wait... I did NOT expect to crush on Phinks while writing this???? I think I have a new fictional character to obsess over....

Warnings (I'm trying to include this in my posts but I keep forgetting 🥹): well, it's similar to the feitan x reader fic, so it's smut :3

Hope everyone's doing okay and life's treating you well! Enjoy reading 🤍✨

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‘Absolutely not’, you protested, ‘I’m not going with Mister Tracksuit over there’. ‘You think I want to go with you?’, Phinks scoffed, ‘I would rather go with that clown over there’. 

‘Magician’, Hisoka corrected the blonde, a smirk on his face. 

‘It’s the same thing, Hisoka! You play with fucking cards and draw shit under your eyes... You sure look like a clown to me’, you were tired of his bullshit. 

His eyes met yours, leaving a shiver down your spine. For a second, you forgot how much he creeped you out. 

‘No fighting between members’, Chrollo’s cold voice filled the old and abandoned room, ‘I think you both misunderstood me… I didn’t ask’. 

Right. It was an order. 

‘Sorry boss’, you lowered your head. ‘Hm, sorry’, Phinks quickly followed your lead. ‘I want you to attend this’, Chrollo held up a poster of some sort of event. ‘A masked ball?’, you frowned, ‘You want me to take that to a masked ball? You’ve seen what he wears, right boss?’. ‘Don’t worry’, Chrollo smirked, ‘I know you’re quite new to the Troupe, but Phinks doesn’t mind wearing a suit’. 

Phinks ignored your childish insult. What did you know about him anyway? 

 ‘What do we need to do, boss?’.  ‘Want you to get these’, Chrollo answered the blonde. 

‘All of them?’, you widened your eyes. ‘All of them’, a sparkle in Chrollo’s eyes. 

You were in awe when you saw the pictures on his phone of all sorts of jewelry. Each one was set with the most beautiful diamonds you’ve ever seen.

‘Can I keep this one, boss?’, you sweetly smiled. ‘Idiot’, Phinks scoffed, ‘How many times does he have to explain that the goods we steal are meant to be sold, not kept'.  

Chrollo’s eyes darted back and forth every time the other scoffed back. He didn’t like pairing you up with Phinks, but both of your abilities were perfect for the job. Phinks’ strength would come in handy if a fight were to break out, and your appearance would fit right into the crowd of arrogant, rich bastards.  

‘So, everything clear?’. Chrollo waited for the two of you to stop bickering. ‘I already got you a dress, Y/N. I expect you to keep those rich scumbags occupied while gathering all the information you can’. 

‘Don’t worry, boss, I’ll flirt my way up the ladder’. 

‘Good’, a content smile on his face before looking at your partner. ‘I want you to keep an eye on her, don’t want any perverts touching her in inappropriate places, and yes’, Chrollo sighed before continuing, ‘I know you can defend yourself Y/N, but I need you to appear innocent and elegant’. 

Chrollo waited for Phinks to agree with his plan, but he noticed the way the vein on his temple had started to throb.

‘Fine’, Phinks replied coldly. 

‘That’s why I need you to pretend you’re her bodyguard’. ‘Excuse me?’, the blonde gritted his teeth together, a forced smile on his face. ‘There won’t be a discussion about this, Phinks. I’ll send you the address of the hotel you’re staying in. Everything you’ll need will be in your room’. 

What was he complaining about? It’s not like you enjoyed playing the helpless and defenseless, innocent girl. 

---

‘Move’, Phinks pushed you aside, ‘Are you really that dumb?’. ‘I’m telling you, the card is broken!’, you raised your voice, ‘The room won’t open, no matter how many times I hold it in front of the –‘. 

‘Idiot’, the vein on Phinks’ temple was already throbbing when he effortlessly opened the door. 

‘How was I supposed to know you need to shove it in there? You can barely see the slot!’. ‘It’s called common sense, ever heard of it?’. ‘Shut up’, you pushed against his shoulder while entering the room. 

You scanned the room, noticing the beautiful shopping bags that were on the bed. It was obvious Chrollo had bought the most expensive clothes for this mission, as it was necessary to fit in with the high-end crowd. 

‘Where’s the other bed?’, you hastily looked across the room. ‘It’s a suite idiot, there isn’t another one’. ‘You’re not sleeping in one bed with me, you can sleep on the ground’. ‘You sleep on the ground, since you’re the one making a problem out of it’. 

Sometimes it felt almost exhausting, the back and forth bickering with Phinks. 

‘Tsk’, you angrily walked to the bathroom, loudly smacking the door behind you. 

You locked the door before sitting down on the toilet lid with your hands in your hair. ‘Make the best out of it, even if you don’t like him. Just pretend’. You needed to convince yourself to be the bigger person, to go on this mission with Phinks and not kill each other. 

‘Phinks?’, you tried to sound friendly. ‘Hellooo?’, you chanted, already annoyed that he didn’t answer. 

Huh? He was nowhere to be seen. Did he leave? 

‘Whatever’, you murmured before looking into one of the bags, inspecting the dress Chrollo got you. ‘Of course, a red ballgown, perfect for a masked ball’, you rolled your eyes. ‘Better try it on’, you picked up the bag and went to the excessively large bathroom. 

‘Shit’, you looked for a place to hide when you heard someone open the door. You didn’t want Phinks to see you like this; turning like a princess in front of the mirror. He couldn’t see you with your guard down. 

‘Y/N?’, Phinks sighed, his eyes locked on the ground when he entered the room, ‘Listen, I want this mission to succeed so why don’t we-‘. 

Phinks eyes went round when he saw you, his feet glued to the floor. 

‘D-don’t look!’, you hastily turned around, ‘I-I just wanted to know if it fitted me, that’s all!’. 

It didn’t just ‘fit’ you. No, it looked as if the dress was made just for you. Your breasts were nicely pushed together, your waist accentuated in all the right spots… You looked as if you stepped right out of a fairy tale. 

‘I’m going to see it tomorrow anyway’, Phinks tried to reply as coldly as possible, ‘I brought you this’. 

You slowly looked over your shoulder, a red glow on your cheeks. 

‘Chai latte, you drink this every morning, don't you?’. 

‘Is it poisoned?’, you unnecessarily snapped back. ‘Look’, Phinks placed the cup on the table next to him, ‘Let’s just try to get along, okay? Or at least pretend’. 

He had to force himself to look away from you, to remember all the scolding and insults between you two. He didn’t like what he felt when he looked at you right now; the way his heart was beating out of his chest, or the way his hands had started to shake.

‘Thanks for the latte’, you softly replied, ‘I’m going to get changed’. 

---

‘Bored’, you sighed while laying down on the bed, ‘Want to go out?’. ‘To where?’, Phinks was lying next to you, staring at the ceiling. ‘Don’t know, a bar, maybe?’. ‘Fuck it, why not?’, he grunted while sitting up straight, ‘Mission’s not until tomorrow evening, a few drinks won’t hurt’. 

Yeah, a few drinks won’t hurt, but you didn’t have a few, did you?  

‘F-fei…’, you hiccuped. ‘Stop calling me Fei!’, Phinks tightened his grip around his glass, ‘I know you’re dumb, but I didn’t know you were blind too’. ‘Stop pouting, crybaby’, you playfully punched him, ‘You know… You’re actually not that bad to be around’. ‘You’re just drunk’, Phinks smirked while taking another shot. ‘N-no no no!’, you hastily replied, ‘I’m serious! I’m having a really good time’. 

‘You’re okay too, I guess’, Phinks looked at the empty glasses in front of him. 

You weren’t the only one who had a little too much to drink, even Phinks had started to feel the effects of the alcohol. 

‘Let’s go to a karaoke bar!’, you startled Phinks when you suddenly pushed your chair back. ‘Careful’, he placed his hand on your back when he noticed your wobbly stance.

Shit, you could feel your cheeks getting red again at the unexpected touch. His hand was big, bigger than the width of your back, or so it felt like anyway. 

‘M-maybe it’s best if we go back to the hotel’, you stumbled over your words, ‘I-I’m tired’.

You wanted to avoid these kinds of moments at all costs; the burning cheeks, the tingles in your stomach… No, it was best if you just went to sleep. 

‘I agree’, Phinks tried to remove his hand from your back, but it felt as if it was glued onto you. ‘I-I’ll guide you to the taxi, don’t want you to fall’. 

And he did. He kept his hand firmly on your back, making sure you didn’t hurt yourself.

‘You okay?’, Phinks frowned when he noticed the way you’d started to walk closer to him, causing his arm to fully wrap around your waist. ‘Hm’, you shyly nodded, ‘I’m okay’. 

All the laughs, the giggles… They completely disappeared once you were sitting next to him in the car. All that there was left was an awkward silence. 

‘Here’, Phinks opened your door after paying the driver, ‘I’ll help you’. ‘N-no I’m fine, thanks’. 

He couldn’t deny it any longer, you were beautiful. Even with your messy hair, your drunken giggles… You were unapologetically beautiful.

‘Watch out’, Phinks grabbed your arm when he saw you were going to fall, ‘You sure you’re okay?’. 

No. No, you weren’t okay. You were everything but ‘okay’.  You were drunk, and you couldn’t stop thinking about kissing him. 

‘Sorry’, you smiled, ‘J-just a little drunk, but I’m fine, really’. 

You immediately headed to the bathroom once you entered the room. You needed a moment to recollect yourself. 

‘Get yourself together’, you looked into the mirror while putting your hair up into a messy bun, ‘You’re not going to kiss him, okay? You’re not!’. 

You angrily undressed before putting on one of your comfy, oversized shirts you always slept in. 

‘Hm?’, you froze when you saw Phinks sitting on the bed. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, or pants, just his boxers. ‘Sorry’, Phinks laid down when he heard you, ‘'Can't sleep with a lot of clothes on’. ‘O-oh r-right, n-no that’s fine’, you nervously giggled before laying down next to him. 

God, this must have been the most awkward moment of your life. Did that mean Phinks felt it too? The tension in the air? Or was it just you? 

‘Goodnight’, you shyly whispered once you lay as far away from his as possible. 

No response. 

‘Are we going to do this or not?’. ‘Huh?’, you slowly turned your head. ‘Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about’, his hand slowly stroked over your leg. ‘D-don’t’, you shyly pulled your leg away. 

‘You don’t want this?’. 

You did, you wanted this so bad. It was all you could think about. 

‘Y-you’re drunk’. ‘So are you’.  

‘What happens when we wake up?’, you slowly shuffled closer to him. ‘We pretend it never happened. We pretend we came back and went to sleep’, Phinks happily welcomed your body against his, his hand slowly stroking over your back. 

You felt so small in his arms, so safe. 

‘Okay’, you looked into his eyes, unsure of what to do next. ‘Are you nervous?’, his hand gently pulled on the fabric of your shirt, ‘This isn’t your first time, is it?’. 

‘N-no, of course not!’, you frowned, ‘And I’m not nervous’. 

You were though, you were extremely nervous. 

‘Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle’, he smirked while playing with the thin band of your slip.

‘S-shut up’, you wanted to hide your face, to hide your flush cheeks. ‘Don’t do that’, he softly tilted your head, his thumb stroking over your bottom lip. 

How could he be this gentle? This affectionate? For some reason, you thought he would be rough and impatient. 

‘Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?’. ‘Hm’, you softly replied, heart beating out of your chest. 

He took his time before finally kissing you. First placing a few kisses on your cheek, your neck… But once he did, you felt like you were going crazy. His kiss was so passionate, so tender. 

‘Ssh’, he smiled when he heard your cute, little whimpers, ‘I’m only kissing you’. Phinks slowly moved his hand to your legs, slowly spreading them, ‘Wonder how you’ll sound when I do this’. 

‘Hmpf’, you immediately grabbed onto the sheets next to you when you felt his digits gently rubbing over your panties. ‘God, you’re soaking wet’, he looked into your eyes with disbelief, ‘How do you want me to take my time with you when you’re practically begging to be fucked?’. 

‘Don’t’, you shakily responded, ‘Need you now, can’t wait’. 

You easily slipped off your panties, after which Phinks gladly pulled off your shirt. 

‘Too perfect’, he placed soft kisses on your breasts, his fingers slowly pumping in and out of you. 

‘Ready for me, princess?’. ‘D-don’t call me that’. ‘How can I not call you that after seeing you in your dress? You looked stunning’. ‘Shut up’, you pressed your lips against his, trying to stir away from the awkward topic. 

‘Shit’, Phinks eyes shot towards yours when he pressed his tip against your entrance, ‘You’re so tight, you sure you can take me?’. ‘Uhu’, your tongue grazed your bottom lip, ‘Please Phinks, don’t tease me’. 

‘Be careful what you wish for’, a devilish smirk before he bottomed out in one thrust. ‘Shit’, your legs instantly wrapped around him, trying to hold him in place for a second. 

You weren’t the only one who needed to get used to this feeling. Phinks needed to do the same. Your walls were already clenching around him so nicely… It felt as if you were made for him. 

‘Can I?’, concerned eyes scanned your face. You nodded in response, ‘Y-you can mo-‘. 

Phinks couldn’t wait for you to finish your sentence. Once he heard ‘you can’, he slowly started thrusting in and out of you. 

‘How can you be this tight?’, he grunted while trying to contain himself, because he wanted to fuck you dumb. He wanted to see you trembling underneath him, to hear you beg him to stop… but he couldn’t. 

He didn’t want the first and last time with you to be like that. Maybe it was the booze that made him feel like this, but he had too much respect for you to fuck you like a one-night stand. He wanted to take you as if you were his lover, as if you were the most precious thing in the entire world. So he made sure to take his time, to let his hands explore your body, to let his tongue taste you…

‘Phinks I’m going to-‘, ‘That’s okay princess, you can come’, his thumb gently pressed down on your little nub, ‘Want me to come with you?’. 

‘Y-yes, please Phinks’. 

‘Keep calling out my name, can you do that for me?’, he started to draw circles on your little nub, ‘I want to hear you say my name when you come, okay?’. 

And you obeyed. You kept calling out his name, over and over again. Honestly, it sounded like music to his ears. No one ever called out his name so sweetly as you. 

‘Going to come princess’, he looked into your eyes, ‘Want you to take all of it, okay? Don’t want you to waste anything’. 

You eagerly nodded; chin tilted towards the ceiling as you felt the heat rise to your stomach. 

‘S-shit’, Phinks let his head rest against your shoulder, ‘You okay?’. 

You nodded, still shaking from your orgasm. 

‘Felt really good’, you sighed once Phinks laid down next to you, your arm resting on your forehead. ‘It did’, the blonde agreed, still trying to catch his breath. 

‘I’ll get something to clean you up’, he walked to the bathroom, quickly grabbing a towel. 

‘Thanks’, you awkwardly whispered once he was done, ‘Goodnight’. ‘Night’, Phinks replied, already regretting what happened. How was he supposed to pretend nothing had happened when no one ever made him feel like this? 

It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep. The mixture of alcohol with the high after an orgasm ensured a deep sleep. 

‘Huh?’, you woke up to the sound of Phinks getting dressed. It took you a moment before you realized that you needed to pretend nothing had happened. 

‘Morning’, Phinks coldly greeted you while putting on his shoes, ‘Going to take a walk, see you later’. ‘Y-yeah, later’, you tried to hide the lump in your throat. 

Phinks didn’t want this. He didn’t want to pretend like nothing had happened, but you made it clear you wanted to. Otherwise, you would’ve said something after you slept with him, or at least cuddled him, right? 

‘Chai latte?’, he paused before opening the door. ‘Please’. 

[shiftingparadise]

hii can i pls request a headcanon of gojo & kid fushiguros megumi & tsumiki x s/o reader🥺 sorta like a found family kinda thing. i guess like over the yrs knowing/dating gojo & the fushiguros how their relationship w the reader is or how fond reader is w the fushiguro kids & how much gojo loves it?

I honestly felt lost because I didn't know if you wanted me to write it down in bullet points or in a short story, so I really hope you don't mind the way I chose to write it! That said, I really love the idea of Gojo and his little family 🥹 my heart melts at the thought, so thank you for this request 🤍✨

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‘Okay, but only one bite, don’t want you to get sick’, you smiled while scooping some cookie dough out of the bowl, ‘Here’. 

Megumi eagerly grabbed the spoon with his two little hands. 

‘Hmm’, his eyes sparkled when the sweet taste rolled over his taste buds, ‘Can I get more, please?’. ‘No’, you softly brushed through his dark hair, ‘But you can get a cookie once they’re done’. 

‘Fushigurooooo’.

You closed your eyes when you heard Gojo’s voice down the hallway, knowing your relaxed baking session would soon be over. ‘Ah look how cute’, Gojo intertwined his hands while leaning against the door frame, ‘The love of my life baking cookies with Gumi’. 

You could see Megumi’s smile fading into an annoyed glare. 

‘What do you say, little Gumi? Want to train some more with the strongest sensei in the world?’, Gojo had a smug look on his face, like usual. ‘Strongest sensei in the world? You graduated 2 years ago Satoru, don’t get too confident’, you smirked while placing the tray into the oven. ‘Auwtch, that hurt’, he pouted while dramatically placing his hand on his chest. ‘Come on Fushiguro, let’s get away from her, she’s being mean to me’, Gojo held out his hand for Megumi to grab. 

‘No!’, Megumi quickly hid behind you, tucking at your shirt, ‘I want to stay with Y/N-san’. ‘Heh?’, Gojo tilted his head, lips parted from each other. ‘I want to stay here’, Megumi replied coldly. 

A small chuckle left your body as you could see your boyfriend's ego shatter. 

‘I’m sorry Megumi, but you have to train’, you lowered yourself, so your eyes were meeting the sweet boy Gojo took under his wings, ‘But let’s make a deal’. ‘A deal?’, Megumi frowned, ‘Hm, if you train with Gojo-sensei and you listen to his stupid jokes, I’ll let you have as many cookies as you want when you get back’. 

‘Psh’, Gojo was sulking with his arms crossed, ‘Can’t believe this’. ‘Okay’, Megumi lowered his eyes while looking at Gojo, ‘Let’s go Gojo-sensei’. ‘Gumi wait’, you quickly grabbed his jacket from the chair, ‘You may be the strongest sensei, Saturo, but certainly not the most perceptive one. It’s freezing outside’. 

You handed Megumi the jacket while smiling at your boyfriend, ‘He likes me more’, you whispered. ‘Wait till I get home’, he whispered back, a smug look on his face, ‘I’m taking him to the toyshop’. 

‘Y/N-san?’, a shy voice appeared from behind Gojo, ‘C-can I get cookies too?’. ‘Of course, crazy’, you held out your hand for Tsumiki, which she quickly grabbed. ‘See you’, you waived at Megumi, ‘Make sure he wears his jacket, okay Satoru?’. ‘Yeah yeah’, he nonchalantly waved his hand in the air, ‘Bye-bye’. 

‘Want to have a girl's day?’, you looked at Tsumiki, who was looking at you with big eyes. ‘W-what’s that?’, ‘Well, we can go buy you some new clothes, maybe get you some new books to read, … what do you say? Just us two’. She quickly nodded her head in response before running into the hallway.

‘Ready Y/N-san’, she popped her head through the  door frame while hastily putting on her coat, ‘Let’s go then’, you smiled while adjusting the scarf around her neck, ‘Don’t want you to get cold’.

--- 

‘In the toyshop right now’. 

You rolled your eyes when you saw the picture Satoru send you. 

‘In the bookstore right now :3’. 

A smirk on your face when you replied with a picture of Tsumiki and you. 

‘Can’t believe this!!! >:( How dare you do things like that without me Y/N :’(((‘ 

‘Tch’, you shook your head, a small smile on your face. 

‘Love you <3 Now get off your phone and spend some time with Megumi!’. 

‘Who doesn’t love the world’s strongest and coolest sensei? Jk, love you ;)’. 

--- 

‘We’re baaack’, Gojo chanted through the hallway. 

You could see little Megumi felt as annoyed as ever when he entered through the door, while your boyfriend was looking proudly at the bags he was holding. 

‘So, you’ve survived Gojo-sensei’s jokes’, you winked at Megumi, ‘Here, take this and go join your sister on the couch. It's movie night’. ‘Really?’, Megumi’s eyes lit back up,’ Hm, your sister chose some great movies’. 

Without any hesitation, Megumi grabbed the plate of cookies and joined Tsumiki under a blanket. 

‘Movie night? Really?’, Saturo sighed. ‘I thought you loved movie night?’, you frowned while walking closer to your boyfriend. ‘I do, but I just got a call and there is a curse I need to deal with’. 

You could see the playfulness disappearing from his face. 

‘Oh’, you lowered your eyes, ‘Don’t worry, we’ll make sure you get to join the next one’. ‘Yeah’, Satoru forced a smile while cupping your cheek, ‘Anyway, it’s a grade 2 curse, so it won’t take too long’.  ‘Be careful, okay?’, a concerned look filled your eyes. Your boyfriend was strong, probably the strongest sorcerer around, but you couldn’t help but worry when he was away. ‘You know me’, he smiled before placing a soft kiss on your lips. ‘See you tomorrow, little Fushiguros’, he waived at the two kids who were munching on the cookies you’d made. 

---

‘Well, that was more exhausting than I thought’, Gojo sighed while entering the apartment. 

He tried to be as quiet as possible, not wanting to wake up his little ‘Fushiguros’, or you. 

‘I’m starving’, he grunted while grabbing one of the few cookies left, leaning against the kitchen counter. ‘Huh?’, he tilted his head when he noticed the TV was still on. 

Gojo’s heart melted when he could see Megumi and Tsumiki laying on either side of your lap, your arms resting on their backs. 

‘Looked like you 3 had a great time’, he whispered while taking his phone, trying to get a picture of how little Megumi was drooling, ‘Man, wish I could sleep like that on her lap, but everything for my little Fushiguros’. 

Gojo took a deep breath before stretching himself out, trying to relieve some of the tension he felt from the adrenaline still rushing through his body.

‘Always room for one more Satoru’, you whispered with a smile, ‘You know there isn’t’, he chuckled while placing a hand in his pocket, ‘S-should we get them into their bed or?’. 

Megumi started tugging at his blanket, yawning before nestling his head closer to his sister.  

‘Maybe there’s still some room’, he smiled before gently picking up Megumi, trying his best not to wake him up. 

Gojo sat down next to you, letting his head fall back on the couch after he made sure Megumi was laying comfortable on his lap.

‘I don’t think he likes me that much’, Gojo chuckled while readjusting the blanket covering Megumi, ‘But he likes you, that’s for sure. They both do’. 

You let your head rest on his shoulder, tightening your grip around Tsumiki.

‘They like you, don’t worry’, ‘Not worrying’, he chuckled, slowly brushing through Megumi’s hair. 

‘Gojo-sensei?’, Megumi drowsily opened one eye, looking up at Gojo. ‘Heh? Sorry, little Fushiguro, didn’t mean to wake you up’, Gojo let out a nervous chuckle. ‘You just got back from fighting a curse, right?’, ‘That’s right’, Gojo smiled. ‘A-are you hurt?’, Megumi tightened his grip around the blanket he was holding, ‘No of course not, I’m the strongest, remember?’, Gojo pointed towards his chest with his thumb. ‘Will I be like you when I grow up sensei?’. 

Megumi’s question must have taken your boyfriend by surprise. Gojo usually never took so long to answer a question. 

‘You want to be like me?’, ‘Hm’, Megumi nestled his face into Gojo’s stomach, ‘I want to protect the people I care about, like you do sensei’. 

Gojo slowly placed a hand on Megumi’s back, wanting to give the same affection you gave to his little Fushiguros. 

‘You’ll be better than me Fushiguro, now go back to sleep. Tomorrow’s training will be harder than usual’. ‘Better?’, Megumi looked up at his teacher with one eye, ‘Hm’, Gojo smiled with some silly sign. ‘Goodnight Gojo sensei’, ‘Goodnight little Fushiguro’. 

Gojo closed his eyes, a smile resting on his face. He loved this. He loved the way you cared about them, the way they trusted you. Gojo could come home to this every day, and he would never get tired of seeing the people he loved most in this world sound asleep on his couch.