#she also runs if she's upset enough

[chaos-bringer-13]

Jazz's little. Her parents are super cool. They're ghost hunters! It sounds like something from a movie about future and scientists and supernatural beings and cool-looking tech. They have cool-looking tech at home. It's even cooler than tech in the movies.

Jazz also has a little brother. He's stupid but he's hers, and she will protect him from anything. Her brother is very small, he needs someone to protect him and teach him about the world.

She knows about the world. She understands their parents much better than him, and she can tell her brother when they shouldn't be distracted. She knows when they're upset and irritable, and she knows when they're too excited and being near them is dangerous because of all the inventions.

Jazz does a very good job keeping her little brother safe.

---

Jazz goes to school. Her teachers say that she's very smart, the best student in class, and very mature. Her parents are proud of her - when she manages to distract them from ghosts. Her brother is still kinda stupid and doesn't know how to properly fight food, but she's always there to protect him, because that's what older sisters do.

Her classmates seem to think that she's weird though. Some of them say mean things and call her a teacher's pet and a show-off. Jazz isn't sure why they think so because she's always trying to be friendly but maybe she's doing something wrong. She goes to the school library and finds a book about people and their communication.

It's a very interesting book.

---

Jazz is almost a teen. She's gotten better at communicating with people. The school library ran out of psychology books, and Jazz now has to go to the city library but that's fine. Human brain fascinates her.

She's been feeling like something is wrong about her though. She even thought that she was going crazy for a little bit. That probably wasn't true because she didn't match any symptoms but she was still worried.

Someone told her that being so good at lying and faking face expressions is not okay. That's probably not true, Jazz is pretty sure almost everyone can do that. Or maybe she's just being a prodigy again. It's a very good thing to be able to do after all. She can hide her emotions from her family when she's feeling sad. She wouldn't want to worry them, would she?

She'll have to research it.

---

Jazz is a teen. She now knows that her parents aren't actually that good. It's something that was really hard to accept but it did explain everything. Her parents are kinda bad at being parents, and they also don't really listen when she tries to explain it to them.

It's okay. She's almost an adult and Danny has her. She can take care of herself and her brother.

She learns everything she can about being a parent and a therapist and tries to use her knowledge. It's hard, but she's a Fenton, which means that she's very smart and determined. She pushes through, and trains on her classmates and herself.

In the evening she writes about her feelings in a journal. It's very important to be aware of her feelings because that's the first step to dealing with them.

She's experiencing sadness. And anger, actually, even though she doesn't like to admit that.

She writes "this family is a fucking mess" in her journal and then covers the paper with ink until the sentence is absolutely unreadable.

---

Jazz is sixteen, and her stupid parents opened the stupid portal, which means that they're even worse than usual. It's pretty much okay when they're just stuck in their stupid lab, making some stupid weapons. It's not that okay when they're out of the stupid lab, because they get their stupid inventions all over the stupid house, and stupid food comes to life, and she has to protect Danny from both their stupid weapons and stupid hotdogs, and oh god everything is so stupid.

She's experiencing anger.

She's also acting perfectly calm and almost cheerfully.

Jazz hates how perfect her fake smile is in the mirror.

---

Jazz is seventeen. She wants to put her headphones on and listen to some loud music. Jazz can't do that, because she gets anxious if she can't hear what's happening around her. She needs to be fully aware of her surroundings because she needs to be able to protect herself and her brother if weapons against ghosts become weapons against children again.

She thinks that it's not okay.

The house smells of ectoplasm, so she'll be extra careful when opening the fridge.

She thinks that she shouldn't know how ectoplasm smells.

Jazz should probably also warn Danny: her little brother's gotten better at fighting food but doesn't notice the smell of ectoplasm. Funny, considering his ghost sense.

Funny, considering that her brother is a half-ghost.

That her brother died.

That she failed at protecting him after all.

Jazz stops breathing to prevent herself from crying, and doesn't need oxygen for a few minutes too long.

Maybe she failed at protecting herself too.

---

Jazz is turning eighteen next month. Her parents are all of a sudden more attentive and caring, as if that can change their almost-absence during her whole life. She doesn't like their attention because she doesn't know how to deal with it. She doesn't even really think of them as parents anymore.

She thinks of them as a threat.

Once she's eighteen, she's gonna try to move out, and she's going to take Danny with her because it's not safe to leave him here. Maybe after she gets a good job and saves some money, she'll even get into therapy.

Jazz thinks that she needs therapy.

She's been having Bad Thoughts lately, and she doesn't write them down in her journal. Jazz stopped writing anything in there ever since she found out that Danny is a ghost. She just couldn't risk anyone finding that journal.

Jazz isn't sure if she should call those Bad Thoughts intrusive. They scare her, and they're Bad, but it could be just her normal thought process.

It's still definitely not normal.

---

Jazz is eighteen. Her parents are very excited, whispering to each other about how they found a perfect present for her, some surprise that she's gonna love.

She doesn't care.

Her little brother is late from school, and it's weird, because he was also super excited about giving her his present.

She's worried.

Her parents brush off her concern, say that Danny probably just got distracted talking with his friends. They don't listen when she says that Danny wouldn't get distracted like that on her birthday because he's not them, he actually cares about her, he doesn't forget her birthdays, and something has to be wrong for him to be that late.

They don't listen to her at all.

She's angry.

Her parents are excited and talk loudly about how they wanted to find a perfect gift for their favourite daughter, and how they managed to do it because they love her so much. She hates when they're excited. It only leads to problems.

They bring her to the lab because of course they do, why would they make a gift that is normal and isn't kept in the lab, right? They usher her in, so obviously proud of themselves.

She hates them.

And she hates them much, much more the next second, because the gift is her little brother in his ghost form, strapped to a table, unconscious and injured, and the smell of ectoplasm is strong in the lab because of his green blood dripping on the floor.

There's a cold part of her that analyses her feelings and tells her what emotions she's experiencing, and that part is very aware of thick black smoke of wrath twirling and twisting under her skin. It's suffocating, and she stops breathing as it invisibly fills her lungs, scared of letting it out.

There's a perfectly fake part of her that keeps the smile on her face as her parents gush about how hard it was to catch the ecto-scum, and what they can do to it - together with Jazz because they wanted to share this with their amazing daughter.

Jazz is black smoke of rage under perfect glass of calmness when she grabs Fenton anti-creep stick. The smile she learned to fake under any circumstances doesn't falter when Jazz brings the baseball bat down on her father's head. It grows a little bit wider when she hits her mother, because Jazz learned to smile brighter when she's hurt or sad or scared or angry - experiencing any "bad" emotion actually.

Jazz is angry when she grabs her weapon.

Jazz is furious when she kills her parents.

Jazz is worried when she checks her brother's wounds.

Jazz feels nothing when she rigs the portal to blow, walks out of the house and presses the button.

She is her parents' genius daughter after all, and she did listen when they were telling her about their inventions. Maybe it would have taken longer to do, but she had Bad Thoughts, and they probably weren't just intrusive after all, because she did what they told her and made it very easy to make a bomb out of a portal. Just in case. Her parents were a threat, and Jazz was smart enough to prepare to dealing with threats, and she was smart enough to make it look like the threats dealt with themselves.

She really hoped she wouldn't have to use that button though.

---

Jazz is nineteen. Her sort-of-friends at uni offer to go to a restaurant, and she tells them that she doesn't celebrate her birthdays. There's a noise of all of them saying that maybe she should try, noise that she really should have expected, because humans are always so excited about any holidays, it's hard for them to understand that someone might not like them. It's not hard to stop that noise though. They shut up very quickly when Jazz says that she had "a very traumatic event" on her birthday.

Good. She doesn't like loud people.

Jazz goes home to her little brother. He's sad because his parents died in an awful explosion a year ago. He's still trying to smile because it's also her birthday, and Jazz is very happy that he's bad at faking a smile.

It means that he won't end up like her.

Jazz hugs her little brother, and he gives her a little present that she adores, and then they sit in silence and eat some takeout. It's very nice.

She never tells Danny that their parents died before the explosion, and that the explosion wasn't an accident, and that their ghosts did form after that because of all the ecto-contamination they had, but she made sure this wouldn't become a problem. She never tells him what she's done, because that would hurt her little brother, and she would never let anything hurt him.

Jazz will protect her little brother from anything.

[cascadianights]

I am not allowed to have a video call without my service dog or cat in my lap

This means that at some point another dog will come up to lick and try to lay down (also in my lap) with whoever is currently keeping me company

My health providers all find this extremely adorable and wholesome

(I find it only a Lil annoying lmao)

[arolesbianism]

I've been digging up some one of my most neglected stories recently and I'm finally actually developing the rest of the cast after like what? 7 or 8 years or smth? I genuinely don't know when I first thought up Lace but she's been floating at the edge of my mind since then as my token true timeloop guy as opposed to Butters who doesn't rly count because the quote unquote timeloop was entirely within their control and only was a continuous loop because they kept consciously trying again and again. Lace on the other hand. Legitimately 100% powerless in her timeloop situation, as in there was quite literally Nothing she could do to end the loops herself. Some gods just threw her in a 50 year timeloop without even doing the bare minimum of telling her first and she just sorta had to live with that until it from her perspective abruptly stopped leaving her to deal with the fallout of everything she went through now that she's suddenly being forced to live a real life again. And as fun as all of that is it has been very stagnated for years because there is in fact a story and world that exists outside of and around this one plot that matter quite a bit and that I have been refusing to properly work on until now lol.

[madamechrissy]

I'll look After You

Pairings: Satoru Gojo x fem reader (reader is a mom)

Summary: You longed to hear from Satoru, After an epic night hooking up in a club bathroom, sure you'd been strangers, but he has your number, he made you feel so special... but... he never contacts you again. Ten months later, you have a beautiful baby named Reign, with those exact blue eyes. You never saw him again, couldn't even find him, so now, you are living your life as a single mom. Messy bun, dark circles, exhausted, you run into Satoru one day, and he sees her, his baby girl, and sees you struggling, he knows then, you're what's been missing in his life.

CW: MDNI- Sweet and emotional story, SO MUCH fluff here, Satoru is a freaking doll, misunderstanding led to him not knowing (nothing is kept from anyone on purpose) Fluffy long oneshot, watch Satoru fall in love with reader and his lil girl. Gojo being a dad and being cute! Explicit smut at the end- warnings- breed kink (it's me???) oral (f receiving) dirty talk, possessive Satoru (When isn't he?) Also some flashbacks to the original bathroom hookup (fingering, dirty talk etc) Sexual tension, 10.6k WC <3

Here is the full oneshot! Comments and reblogs SO appreciated if you enjoy <3

You often wondered about him, Satoru was his name.

As you look down at your baby girl, with her brilliant blue eyes while she’s cooing happily, giving you a gummy little grin, you wonder what he’d think if he knew about her. The random guy at the bar you gave your number to after hooking up in a bathroom, the guy who never called, the guy with no social media of which to speak. The guy you never, ever saw again.

Your baby’s father, the best thing that ever happened to you, surely, but also it was very difficult, being a single mom, you’d have to go back to work soon which you were dreading, spending sleepless nights up feeding, changing her. It had been a rough pregnancy, and a shocking one at that, people had questioned you over and over, some mentioned not having her.

But something in you knew you could do this, you could have this baby, you’re broke as fuck but she has all she needs, and she makes you so happy, but those eyes are unmistakable. No one has eyes like that, except her and her… well was he her dad? You wonder if he’d run ten million miles from you if he knew, or would he have been okay with it?

It’s odd that just a night of fun, alcohol and being on antibiotics created this amazing little girl, but you can’t be upset, not when she brightens your world. But you still ache at times, for her to have a dad, you hope you’re enough. You wonder about him though, the bright energetic man, the one that had made you feel more in one evening than anyone ever.

The last man you’d been with.

Yes, it’s been that long, Reign was two months old, so you’re damn near a year, you say it’s because you’re so busy, but something deep in you knows that you felt something for him, deeper than the obvious physical. Something about how he looked at you, at how he laughed, at how he made you feel so special.

You assume it must have been some act, clearly, here you are, alone after all. You both only knew each other’s first names, it’s true, but he had that number. Maybe it wasn’t all you thought it was? Maybe he just was that sort of guy, the one that made women think they’re his everything with one of his kisses, maybe you were just too drunk, and he was too pretty.

You blink a bit, shaking the haze thoughts of him as you yawn a bit, exhausted from Reign keeping you up all night, her tummy had been hurting. You’re sleepily putting things in the cart, baby items, groceries, the essentials, you catch sight of yourself in the mirror above the produce, wincing then. You have a messy bun and are in pajamas, god help you if you ever wanted to meet a guy.

‘Oh hi, I have a baby with a random blue eyed dude from a bar, I’m broke as fuck, and I wear pajamas to the store. Wanna date?’

Yeah. That would go over well.

“It’s… it’s… you!?” You sleepily look up then, so exhausted you barely register the six foot three man for a moment, then suddenly it all hits.

He stares at you, those blue eyes, the eyes your baby has, wide now, his pouty pink lips dropped open. He’s just as gorgeous as you remember him, like it’s some dream, you feel weak then, chest rising and falling as your breaths come too quickly. He steps closer to you then, he hasn’t seen her yet, nestled in her little car seat on the cart, you’re panicking.

“Do you even remember me? Oh my god, that night my phone broke, and I had just got it, they couldn’t transfer the numbers! And I tried to look you up? But I couldn’t find you… and I never saw you… and then- fuck I’m rambling.” He laughs nervously, swiping his hand through his snowy locks. “Forgive me, please… what I mean to say is… Hi?”

“Hi…” Your baby whines then, and Satoru pauses, blinking and you move to the side then, he steps closer when Reign opens her eyes, grinning at him.

Satoru’s heart pounds in his chest, his entire world tilts on its axis, he was already so thrown off by seeing you again, the girl he hasn’t been able to stop thinking of, but now… he looks at you in shock, you look exhausted, but so beautiful, your eyes tear up then, he watches your shoulders slump, then he looks back at the baby, realization sinking in.

“She’s… is she… there’s no way…”

“She’s yours, I only hooked up with you for the past… year.” You manage to say softly, right in the middle of the fruit aisle, Satoru was finding out you have his baby.

“You did this alone?” He says then, blinking back emotions for a girl he barely knew, but who now has a part of him, a part he wants to know so badly suddenly, shocking him.

“I had no clue who you were, how to tell you, even if so, it’s not your responsibility okay? I take care of her just fine, I make it work.” Satoru’s heart breaks then, seeing how tired you are, seeing the endless baby items and cheap toilet paper, a cheap bottle of wine, is that all you get yourself?

You did this alone, you have his baby alone, altering your life while he’s living his just the same, partying with his best friends, working and living a luxurious life. Satoru was rich, and it’s clear his baby and his baby’s mother are struggling, and he’s here doing what? Could he have tried harder to find you!? Could he…

“We’re okay, you don’t have to worry. I’d never come for you for anything, I am happy being her mommy.” You say with a tired smile, reaching to touch her little chubby cheek, and Satoru has never seen anything so beautiful, the two of you.

He’s felt so empty for this year, is this what he was missing?

“Can I… please… Can I know her?” He asks, gulping now, and you blink in shock, nodding quickly.

“I would love that.” You can’t stop your tears then, sniffling and shaking your head. “Please, let’s talk out of a produce aisle?” You whisper, he nods quickly, unable to take his eyes off you, off his baby.

After paying for your groceries, which you protest to, he’s out by your car now, a little minivan that makes him smile, picturing you as some pretty soccer mom already. You take her out of the car seat then, holding her carefully, smiling up nervously at Satoru. His chest swells at seeing you hold her, some instinct takes over, he instantly knows then.

He needs to take care of you both.

“I thought you’d freak out if you knew, be upset or want nothing to do with…”

“God no, no. I mean I don’t know what to think, but… she’s beautiful. Like her mom.” His words make you flush.

“I’m a wreck, Satoru, look at me.”

“You just need some help, doing it all alone?”

“You don’t have to, okay? I can do it.”

He brushes a tendril back off your temple, sighing as he looks at you, at those dark circles that just make you more beautiful, but show the fragility you’re keeping under wraps as best as you can. “I want to help, this is on me too.”

“It’s not, I was on the pill but… antibiotics.” You grumble, holding the baby to your chest now, she is sucking on her little binkie, bright pink. “It’s all on me, I’d love you to be in her life, but don’t feel obligated to pay for anything.”

“You’re stubborn, will she be too?” He narrows his eyes, and you giggle then, the first time in a long time you’ve heard that sound.

“She’s already stubborn, she gave me a hard time, wouldn’t come out.” She wriggles then, and you step a little closer to Satoru. “Wanna hold her?”

“Can you… tell me how to?” He asks, and you smile at him, for a tall, buff man he’s so sweet and precious, nervous even.

“Yes, hold your arms like this.” He does as you ask, holding his arms out, as you gently place Reign in his arms. “Hold her head just so. There you go, hey Reign, this is your dad.”

“Reign?” He asks, in shock as he looks into her eyes, his eyes, but she has your nose, your hair. His lips. She’s… “Perfect.”

“Isn’t she? Is it okay if I call you her dad?”

“It’s… perfect.” He says again, smiling at you, tears making his snowy lashes spike just so, you feel so complete then somehow. You can’t explain it, seeing this melts you, and Reign is so happy she's cooing, sucking on her binky and staring at him, you watch him melt right with you. “HI there, dumpling.”

“Dumpling? She's got a nickname huh.” He grins so big, nodding.

“I moved out of the city for the past year but I just came back to town. How far are you?”

“Oh like ten minutes. Would you… like to come over tomorrow? I'd say today but my place is a wreck.”

“I'd love to. Can I get her something please?”

“You don't have to… but she can always use binkies she throws these things. Ugh, see?” Reign spits out her binky and Satoru snorts as you catch it. She then touches his cheek, and he chokes up.

“I… oh my god. I love her?” He whispers in wonder, and you exhale, blinking tears that refuse to stop falling. “Is that crazy?”

“No. I loved her when I first saw her too. Fuck I'm a wreck “

“Hey…” He steps closer, handing you her carefully and then placing his big hands on your shoulders. “I am here now for both of you, however you'll let me be. Shh.” He brushes your back, resting his head on yours as you hold her close.

“I never thought I'd see you, tell you. I'm overwhelmed. I'm sorry.”

“Yeah me too.”

Of course he is, fuck. He just found out he's a dad, and he's honestly taking it better than anyone could. He brushes your tears away, and your pulse quickens, you clear your throat then. “We don't even know each other, it's insane huh?”

“Absolutely insane. But… I can't wait to spend time with her.” He says softly, you smile up at him, trying not to read so much into it, so happy he wants to be in her life but you have to remember that doesn't mean with you.

“Come over tomorrow I'll cook you lunch? Please don't break your phone again.” He laughs then, nodding as you two exchange numbers.

“Last name is Gojo. I hope one day hers can be?” And yours, he thinks, but he knows it's crazy to say, as he watches you smile so pretty through your tears.

“Maybe we can do that someday. Well, Reign, say bye to dad.” Satoru kisses her little forehead, leaning up then, thinking of kissing you. You both stand there a moment before he opens your door, and you set Reign back in her little pink car seat. You smile up at him again. “I am sorry I'm in pajamas by the way, ugh.”

“They're cute, little snowmen.” You snort, rolling your eyes as you slide in your car, hoping you will see him tomorrow with everything. “See you both soon.”

You drive away, and Satoru calls his driver and assistant then. “Can you order me everything a baby girl needs? And I need it by tomorrow.”

******

There’s a knock on your door, you peek in the mirror one more time, you took a bath last night, your hair is shimmering and clean for once, you have just a little concealer on for those dark circles, a little lip gloss. You’re wearing clothes and not sweats or pajamas, a little top with a cardigan and jeans, nothing fancy but you look human again.

You can’t believe that Satoru will come, until you open that door and see him, standing next to a tired looking dark haired man holding an insane amount of glittery pink bags. Satoru’s grinning at you, wearing Gucci shades and a dress shirt probably worth more than your rent, only one little bag in his hand swinging side to side as he greets you.

“Satoru, you… what is all this?” You ask curiously, and he shrugs a broad shoulder, handing you the little bag.

“All that is for Regin, this is for you though.”

“What!? It’s too many things!”

“Miss, may I?”

You realize he’s just standing there struggling, and come to then. “Oh, yes I’m so sorry! Put them on the table?”

Satoru and Kiyotaka walk in then, you have a little place, it’s about the size of Satoru’s living room altogether, but it’s comfy and clean, lived in and every bit of it has something of you. He sees pictures of you pregnant on your little silver fridge, pictures of Reign all over, along with Christmas cards all placed with magnets. He sees you’ve baked cookies, too, the scent making him starve.

Almost as much as your scent, so sweet and intoxicating, as he stands next to you, gesturing to the bags. “I wanted to get her something, remember?”

“This is a whole store though!” Kiyotaka leaves now, and you’re delving into the bags, gasping as you pull out the softest, fuzziest pink blanket. “Oh my god…”

“I just had them buy everything for a girl? Is pink good?”

You giggle then, smiling as you pull out a pretty pink dress. “She doesn’t know colors yet, Satoru.”

Of course she doesn’t.

Satoru truly doesn’t know shit about kids, he called and told his mom, asking for advice, and almost gave her a heart attack he thinks. “Of course not, I… where is she? Is she napping?”

“She is, but don’t worry she usually wakes up soon. Oh these are so cute, how expensive are these!? She’s gonna wear them for like a week!” You ask then, pulling out a little baby pair of fancy shoes, then two more. “She can’t even walk yet… ah, but these are so cute though.” You’re clearly conflicted, he chuckles a bit, then you stand up. “Oh my god, I’m a shitty host!”

“You’re cute.” His words, all husky with that deep voice of his, make you flush now, making you even cuter to him. “You look pretty today.”

“Oh thank you, I didn’t want you to think I’m constantly a monster.” He snorts, rolling his eyes.

“You’re cute either way. This was you pregnant?” He asks, as you lead him to the kitchen.

“Yes, I was a whale, oh god.” He touches the photo then, a longing surging through him, he missed this, he missed you like this. He feels an ache washing through him, looking at your glowing face and round tummy.

“No, you were beautiful.” Your breath catches, eyes shooting to his as he looks at you now, feeling something pulling you towards him, it’s like he takes the air out of your lungs just standing here.

“You’re very sweet, Satoru… thank you.” You manage to breathe out the words, when he looks down at your body now, heating it up with his gaze.

“Did you like being pregnant?”

The words throw images in your mind, of him over you, putting more babies in you, fucking insane ones that you shove down quickly. He was clearly caring, and wanting to be involved, you needed to keep your thoughts to that and only that, despite the way your stomach is fluttering at his proximity.

“I did love being pregnant, feeling her move and kick, singing to my tummy and feeling her calm down. But towards the end it was really rough, because she decided she wasn’t coming out.” You say with a little laugh, Satoru can see in how you speak how much you adore her. “Would you like to see more pictures later?”

“I’d love to. You didn’t open what I got you.”

“You shouldn’t get me anything. Oh, do you want some cookies?”

“Yes please.” He starts munching down on them, moaning. “You baked these?”

“I bake when I’m nervous? It gets insane how much I bake.” He smiles then, you’re tucking your shimmering hair behind your ear, grabbing him a glass of milk before you go grab the little bag.

“Open it, now.” He sips his milk as you sit on the barstool by the counter, fingers gently pulling apart tissue paper, until you open a little box and see a gift card.

“To a spa!? I haven’t ever been to a spa? What I can’t!”

“You will. When you’re comfortable I could watch her, so you could get some time to yourself.” You sniffle then, the kindness of him after all the overwhelming months you’ve had is too much, you shake your head.

“I can’t, it’s all too much, you shouldn’t feel like you have to do this!” He walks to you then, brushing a tear from your cheek, exhaling as he leans down so close.

“Sweetheart, I’m fucking rich, okay?”

“I assumed… wealthy with your clothes…”

“No, filthy fucking rich. Let me spend it on my baby and get her mom just a little thing please? How can you take care of her without any care for you?”

“I just do it, Satoru. I just do it.” He brushes more of your tears now, his lips far too close, you still don’t know him truly but the gesture is melting every defense you may have had up.

“Just go relax one day, not now, when you’re more comfortable.” Reign starts crying then, making Satoru back off just as you’d leaned your chin up, and you two had been so close. You back away too, nervously standing.

“I’ll go get her for you.” You say with a big smile, eyes still watery, and then you bring her out, Satoru’s heart swells even more than it did seeing you, he eagerly picks her up this time, versus being so nervous as before. “Dad spoiled you already.”

“Not even close to spoiled yet.” He murmurs, snuggling her to him.

“Have a seat, please.” He sits on the couch with her, you take one of the many little blankets, gently laying it over her and then sitting on the couch with him, as he stares at her in wonder.

“She barely cries?”

“That’s around you, it seems. She likes you already.” Your words fill him with far too much happiness, a happiness he’s never known, but also such a longing.

“I wish I could have been there.” He whispers, brokenly, the handsome white haired man holding your little girl, and suddenly you can picture it, maybe his big bright smile during what was a difficult labor.

“You’re here now.” You assure him, a hand gentle on his shoulder, the caress delicate before you think better of it, pulling your hand back. “I thought about you a lot, I mean… I tried to find you.”

“I wish you had.”

“Really?” He nods then, emotional. “Satoru Gojo, you surprised me, I thought for sure you’d turn and run.”

“Nah, why? Look at her.” She’s blinking her long lashes, grinning at him then. “So what do I like… do with her? Besides holding her?”

You laugh softly then, it’s so easy to have him around, it feels so natural that it’s weird. “Well you can feed her a bottle I pumped, but I breast feed mostly.”

He gulps now, looking at your top, where your nipples were pressing against the thin fabric. “Oh?”

“Yeah, depending on her mood, sometimes she is vicious. I’ll show you.” You gently take your top up, feeling his gaze when you pull off your nursing bra.

“That thing is easy access.” He murmurs, you giggle a bit, nervous for him to see you when you let it drop, revealing one of your pretty breasts to him, leaving him dazed before he snaps out of it, handing you Reign.

It’s very intimate, sitting with him while you feed her, she’s sucking hard, so hard you wince then, her little long nails digging into your breast as Satoru smirks. “You’re gonna laugh at this pain?”

“She’s just like her dad, look at her go. A pro.” You snort, rolling your eyes and shaking your head as Reign aggressively punches your breasts for more milk.

“I wouldn’t know, I don’t think you did that.” You murmur thoughtfully, pushing back flashes of the night while she suckles.

“That’s a tragedy.” You look down shyly, lashes casting shadows on your cheeks, while you feed his daughter, his daughter, it’s still not comprehending, it’s still taking him a lot to conceive it’s real. “Look at her face, oh my god!”

Your heart warms as he leans over, and Reign has stopped drinking, a goofy smile on her face. “She’s milk drunk.”

“What now? She looks high as fuck.” You hold in your laughter so you don’t wake her now, her eyes are shut and she’s still sucking on nothing.

“She does look stoned, it always cracks me up. Do you wanna put her to bed? I’ll show you where she sleeps.”

He nods and takes her again, watching your nipple with just a droplet of milk on it, he swipes it away before he can think better, making you shoot your eyes to him, lips parted. You hastily put the bra back up as a blush pinkens Satoru’s cheeks, slipping down your top, his touch on your sensitive nipples almost ended you just now. The desire for him in every way is almost insane.

You show him to the only room in your little place, it’s got a crib and a bassinet, and a tiny little bed that he assumes you must sleep in. You start wrapping her up in the new pink blanket then, swaddling her so tight, he watches in wonder at it, as you bundle her up.

“She’ll like a little burrito.” You snort in laughter, trying to keep quiet and covering your mouth then, looking up at Satoru in amusement.

“She kind of is? Babies like to be swaddled, they feel comfy.”

“You know so much… Have you had any experience before?” You both watch as she settles now.

“No, I learned all this from lots of books and bugging the shit out of my mother. Though she even thought I was crazy to have her. But something…” You trail off then, shaking your head. “Sorry.”

“No, please go on. Something?”

“Something told me I was meant to have her, it sounds crazy. But… I knew I could do it, even if it’s a lot.”

Satoru’s hand comes to rest on the small of your back, as you turn your head to look back up at him, seeing the emotions written all over his perfect face. “You’re doing great.”

You break down then at that, sobbing against his chest as he holds you, soothing rubs on your back. “I needed that, shit I’m sorry.”

“Shh, it’s okay.” You stay like that for a moment, letting him hold you against his chest, your face buried against his shirt, tears spilling freely while you take several breaths. “You’re a great mom, I can already see.”

“Shit…” You pull yourself together, taking several breaths and leaning back then, Satoru’s cupping your face and it takes everything not to kiss him, this man who you still barely know. “I really appreciate that. It’s been hard so far, but I love her so much, it's impossible how deeply.”

“I can feel it already. You, missy, need that break.”

“I couldn’t…”

“I want to be involved, I want to care for her, and that means her mom too. Yeah?” You shake your head, earning his little glare. “Stubborn little brat.”

“Excuse me!?” You glare right back, and he grins.

“You are one!”

“Me a brat?” Your eyes narrow as you cross your arms.

“Mmhmm.” Satoru tilts your chin up, your head falls back then, and he imagines entwining his fingers in it, imagining kissing you just like that night. He leans even closer and you pull back, clearing your throat.

“We should step out so we don’t wake her.” You murmur, when you’re back in the living room you’re carefully folding all the clothes he’s bought. “Oh, I promised lunch! You up for stir fry?”

“I’m up for anything you wanna make, after eating those cookies.” You set to work, and soon the two of you are eating lunch together, Satoru moans as he devours the food. “My god you’re a good cook.”

“Thank you, I love to cook.” You nibble on your rice thoughtfully. “Ugh, I’m gonna hate leaving her to work.”

Satoru scowls now. “Huh?”

“Maternity leave is over in two weeks. I’m just going to work part time though, so I’ll still see her plenty. Maybe I’ll bring her to work?”

“Where do you work?”

“A library, I’m very exciting.” Satoru grins now.

“You look like a little librarian.”

“What’s that mean?”

“Goodie goodie, despite the bathroom…” You both quiet then, as his mind whirls, and yours spins, remembering.

“S-Satoru!” You’d cried out as his fingers had pumped in and out of your tight little entrance, soaking his fingers as he kissed down your neck, you watched your reflection in the mirror as he pressed you against the sink, free hand gripping you right under your chin.

“Fuck, look at you? So sexy…” He murmurs, the club's music pounding like your heart in your chest. He has a big hand muffling your cries as you soak his hands, dripping all over him. “Hear her?”

His murmur against your ear makes you tremble, shivers sending down your spine as he builds that pressure inside you. You nod, drooling against his palm, when he is hitting that spot that has your eyes rolling back, pressing on it over and over with his long, thick fingers. You’re screaming into his hand, ass arching against him.

“That’s it, pretty, cum f’me huh?”

You both get quiet then, you see it clear as day, your face in that mirror as he’d filled you, and he remembers sucking your juices off his fingers, god it’s been almost a year and he can’t get your taste off his mind. He’d been with a few women here and there since he didn’t think he’d see you again, but they were nothing like it, nothing like you.

How your body responded, every little muffled cry, he remembers dying to get you fully naked, planning it all out when he would call you. He wanted you to not even leave his bed, he’d fully taste you, make you cum with his mouth. He’d get to look into your eyes as he filled you so good, have your legs up over his shoulders while he pumped inside.

It’s like electricity in your quiet little home, the two of you sitting in a daze, your breath comes quicker when he leans across the table, brushing your cheek with his fingers, feeling the heat on them. “Warm?” He teases.

“Um, a little.” You stand then, taking his plate and smiling, acting as normal as you can. “All done?”

“Yeah, thank you.” He watches you wash them then, he can’t even fathom not having a dishwasher, but you’re there with your pretty hands and that sponge. He doesn’t want you to work, he doesn’t want you even doing this, you should just enjoy the baby.

But with how stubborn you are, how independent? He doesn’t know if you’ll even take his offer when he makes it.

“How about you come to my place with the little Dumpling this weekend? Maybe… stay a night? I’ll have her something set up.”

“Stay the night?” You nearly break the dish you’re drying, Satoru catches it, suddenly next to you. “Who are you, Edward Cullen?”

“Pshh, I look like a glittery fucking vampire?”

“A bit.” You’re both laughing softly then, he dries the plates and you show him where to put them up. “It’s nice having a giant around.”

“Almost whacked my head on your ceiling fans.”

“The hardships of being stupidly tall, hmm?”

“Hmm.” He leans against the counter now, snowy lashes lowering as he studies you intently, those eyes that just do something to you, even after this long. It feels like you’ve known him, when one of his hands delicately brushes down your shoulder, feeling the soft knit of your cardigan. “You dress like a little librarian.”

“Do I now? Not that night.”

His nostrils flare just a bit. “Not that night.”

Satoru had you lifted on that sink, sinking inside you for the first time, damn near whimpering in your ear as he kissed on your breasts, trying to yank them out as much as he could but failing. “Slutty little dress.”

“S-slutty? You’re… slutty!” You’re clinging to him as he stuffs you so full, too fucking full, your cunt is drooling down his veiny length as he fucks into you, your thighs pressing against his narrow hips.

“Both are, listen to her… ha…” He’s got one hand cupping your face, looking at you before he slams his lips down, tongues dancing while his cock keeps thrusting, tip dragging your spot, as you fall apart in the bathroom, a tangle of limbs intermingling with muffled cries. “F-fuck…”

“That dress still does things to my mind.” He admits, and you wonder then, how’d you both get so close? How were you nearly flush against him?

“Does it now?” Your attempt at a tease meets with a broken voice, and you clear your throat, looking down shyly. “I don’t think my ass would fit in it now, your baby girl gave me some hips.”

“I bet they’re sexy.”

“She gave me stretch marks too.”

“Sexy.”

“You’re ridiculous.” You shake your head then, brushing a hand up his chest, wondering just what his body looks like. He's clearly built, you can tell he's muscular, but you have to wonder just how he looks. “You… don’t date anyone?”

“Nah. I mean I have had some dates this year, but nothing serious.” He couldn’t say it’s because of you, because he compares women to this random girl he felt such a pull to, and now it’s a million times worse. Even picturing cute little stretch marks from having his baby makes Satoru feral, it takes a lot not to show you, to act cool and calm with a little smirk.

“I haven’t at all. I mean… I’m so busy with Reign, and the pregnancy.”

“Been a while then?” His words are full of suggestion, his hand now brushes the air across your waist, hovering, like he wants to pull you in, and you’d let him, when Reign starts crying. You both step apart, his hands in his pockets, yours nervously fidgeting with your sweater.

“I’ll go get her.” You come back with her now, and Satoru lights up at seeing her in your arms, bending down to kiss her downy soft hair, sighing.

“Why does she smell so good?”

“Baby smell. I know, it’s addictive.” You inhale her scent, smiling as you are once again a centimeter from Satoru’s lips, your gaze goes to them, glossy and plump.

“Will you come this weekend?”

“Y-yeah, I’ll be there Satoru.”

“I am going to learn things, I promise.”

“Satoru, just take it one day at a time. You’re doing great.” He nods then, gulping down his every emotion as he leaves you two, and it feels so awful and wrong to leave you both, every force in the world pulling him back.

“How’d it go, Mr. Gojo?” Kiyotaka asks, as he’s driving him back home.

“Amazing. They're so beautiful.”

“They?”

“I mean…” You both are. “Kiyotaka, do you know shit about babies?” The man smiles tiredly then, shaking his head.

“No, Mr. Gojo, but I see you’re so… happy?”

Satoru has a silly grin then. “I am, I want to set something up for them, think you can order more baby things? For my place?”

“Certainly, Sir.” He smiles as he watches Satoru in the rearview mirror, he never would have pictured something like this, but it’s clear Satoru is beaming.

*****

“Come in, come in!” You pause in awe as you carry Reign inside Satoru’s insanely beautiful home. It's probably ten of your place if not more, sleek and elegant, everything brand new and sparkling clean. He’s instantly taking Reign, who is babbling at him as he cradles her, melting you completely before you even take a step.

“Your place is beautiful.” You murmur, he smiles at you then, taking your diaper bag off your arm and leading you inside.

“Thank you for coming, I missed her already!? Yes I did, dumpling!” He plants kisses all over her face now, Satoru Gojo holding your baby just did things to your heart, rewired your brain, seeing them both light up.

“She missed you too.” You murmur softly, Satoru looks at you then, white teeth glinting under the soft lights, taking in your pretty dress.

“Mama looks pretty.” He whispers, loud on purpose clearly, you’re a blushing mess, when Satoru’s blue eyes sweep over you.

“You’re too much.” You say, but you’re lowkey falling bad, you’d talked with him so much these past few days, as he asked endless questions, but also as you two got to know each other. You’d fallen asleep on the phone last night, Satoru had listened to your light little snore, smiling and falling asleep with you.

It seems too easy, which terrifies you, but so far it’s been Satoru being excited to be a dad, so you keep trying to remind yourself that is what this was, but it’s hard when he looks at you that way. “Too much? You haven’t seen shit. Come on.”

“Oh god.” You follow him now, as he leads you through a wide open hall, winking at you.

“Ya ready?”

“I think so?” He opens the door and it takes your breath for a moment, it’s a fully done nursery with everything a baby could need and more. There’s a pretty crib, a bassinet, a rocking chair even, it’s painted a baby pink with little teddy bears lining the ceiling. 

“I know, I went overboard, I don’t know how to not go overboard when I do things? And I want the best for her? I know you probably won’t be-”

“Satoru.”

“Hmm?”

You smile then, placing a hand over his where it rests on Reign’s lap. “It’s beautiful, it’s so beautiful.”

He exhales in relief then. “Yeah!?”

You’re giggling now. “Yeah.”

“Mommy likes it, yes!” His enthusiasm is infectious, it’s the first time you think you’ve truly been light hearted in so long, as he places her gently in the crib. “I had my mom go crazy and paid for it to get set up, really I did nothing but pay out.”

“It’s the most thoughtful thing in the world.” You hug him then on impulse, before pulling back shyly, your eyes meet each other, his hands on your waist. “But how will she go back to my shitty place? I hope she doesn’t get bougie.”

“I want her bougie.” You laugh again softly, she’s playing with the little ovehanging baby mobile, she’s enamored by the hanging stars. You watch him lean over the crib then. “She’s a princess, you know.”

You can’t take it then, you have to step out, shaking now, struggling to catch your breath, when Satoru steps out with you, looking at you with concern. Your feelings of him are utterly overwhelming, the beauty of Satoru fawning over his little girl puts these thoughts in your mind, of being a real family. As someone who didn’t have a father, and didn’t think Reign would, the hope filling you is so much.

“I got too excited.” He nervously admits, leaning against the wall next to you and rubbing the back of his neck. “I want her to have everything, if my mom didn’t talk me out of it she’d already have a pony.” You snort then, even through your tears. “There, a little laugh.”

“It’s not you, this is amazing, it’s just… I planned my life, I planned it all out with her, alone. And now… we won’t be? I don’t know how to process it, how to really believe it. But I’m so happy she’ll have it.”

“C’mere.” He pulls you against him into a big hug, arms wrapped around you tightly, bringing you against his chest. “I didn’t think I’d have this, a baby girl? I know what you mean, it’s not what I pictured.”

“Exactly. And… maybe I enjoy this too much.” You look up at him now, his lips quirked up at the side.

“Me too much?” He raises a brow.

“Maybe.”

“Hmm.” Satoru leans down close, when the doorbell rings, he exhales then, laughing softly, pressing a kiss on your forehead. “So I may have invited my mom. Is that okay?”

“Of course it is.” You are trying to calm your nerves when you meet her, long silky white hair and bright blue eyes. It's clear those genetics are strong, she surprises you by wrapping you in a hug.

“Where’s this grandbaby of mine?”

Soon she’s melting over Reign like the two of you have been, and Satoru’s made you both hot cocoa, family isn’t something you’ve really had, and to feel this comfortable and good? It’s almost like some dream, as you all are so cozy inside, and Reign is just getting fawned over, giving you a little bit of a reprieve until she’s hungry.

“I have a bottle, do you wanna feed her, Satoru?”

“I can do that?” You smile at him, nodding, and soon he’s got a bottle in her mouth, you position his arm just so as his mom watches you both with a knowing smile on her face.

“You know, I could always babysit sometime. For you two… to go out.” You both blush now, looking up at her.

“Go out?” You almost squeak the words out, sipping your cocoa now that it's gone just a little cold, enamored with watching Satoru.

“Yes, go out. Parents need time away.”

“We’re not… um…”

“I’d take you out.” Satoru says softly, and you feel those butterflies in your tummy going wild.

“Yeah?” You manage to ask, failing at being subtle.

“Yeah.” He smirks a bit, then Reign coughs. “What’s wrong!?”

“She needs to burp, calm down.” You lift her against your chest, patting her back now. “This is what you’ll do, it’s just some air in her tummy.”

“Oh thank god.”

“You three are precious.” His mom checks her phone then. “I have a meeting, but I hope to see much more of you both.”

“Me too Mrs. Gojo!” She smiles, planting a kiss on Reign’s head then yours before she leaves. “She’s amazing!?”

“I know, right? She was dying to meet her.” His hand rubs Reign’s little back, so big it’s as long as her almost, his other arm resting over the couch, brushing against you when he leans closer. “Thank you for having her.”

“Oh, Satoru… I just wish…”

“Yeah, me too.” He inhales and exhales, his eyes swimming with emotions. “I wish badly. I hate that I missed her coming into the world.”

“I’m so sorry… but I swear, she’ll not remember that, she won’t remember it at all.”

“But you remember.”

“Satoru, it's not your fault, don’t dare blame yourself.” He sighs now, his hand dropping off Reign to rest on your thigh over the thin black tights you wore.

“I don’t want you working yet. Will you let me help?”

“Satoru…” You shake your head. “You are not going to pay my bills.”

“Then stay with me? Stay the year with your baby… with our baby, please. She should have her mom home.”

“It’s too much of an offer, I can’t just live here! We aren’t even…”

“If you hate it I’ll get you your own place. I promise. Just let me take care of you… of both of you?” You stand, turning away, Satoru’s hands grip the sides of your arms as he leans close. “Please think about it.”

“I’m not a charity case, Satoru. I’m okay where I am.”

“I know that, okay? But I missed all of the pregnancy, I didn’t get to help with any medical bills, anything. Please just…” He turns your chin to face him, his glossy lips ever tempting as they hover just above yours. “Please think about it.”

“It’s overwhelming, okay?” He nods then, you lean back just so, feeling his lithe body against your back, leaning back just so.

“You’re not alone anymore.”

“Satoru…” He wraps his arm around you, resting his chin on your head. “You don’t have to do all this.”

“I want to.” For you and Reign, but Satoru can tell your pride is getting in the way, and he can tell you’re conflicted. “Give it time, no rush, yeah?”

*****

After a few weeks of constantly being at Satoru’s house, you damn near almost live there. You come over at about the same time Satoru’s off work, and he learns more and more about Reign every single day. He’s learned how to change diapers, how to feed her, and learns what certain cries mean. Reign rolls over for the first time on her mat and you’ve never seen anyone more excited than Satoru.

He takes selfies with her and they are Insta famous, he has Reign’s name painted on the nursery door, though she tends to still sleep in the room you stay in, with her little bassinet. Satoru’s had you in the guest room, but what you don’t know is at night he checks on you both, he kisses Reign’s forehead and tucks you in, he watches how cute the both of you are.

He watches you with Reign, ever attentive, and it’s about the time you’d have to go back to work, he can feel how devastated you are thinking of it, when you all are quietly sitting in the living room, having nibbled on takeout as Reign sleeps. You take a breath then, looking at the man you’re falling deeper for every day, every moment you spend with him.

“Satoru…”

“Yeah, sweets?” His little nickname always does something to you.

“I would love to stay with you, to stay home with her for a few more months, if you’re sure it’s still okay?”

Satoru jumps up then, picking you up and spinning you, you’re laughing breathlessly as he eases you down, and you’re flush against his body. Despite the endless times you’ve ached to kiss him, to do so much more, you both have been a little apprehensive, you both don’t know what’s okay, what’s not. You both feel far, far too much and are afraid of it.

“You’ll stay!?”

“I’ll stay. But I’ll cook, and help pick up, and-”

“Shh. Just stay.” He’s cupping your face, he’s so close you can almost taste his sweet breath, your lashes lowering over your eyes now. “I want you with her, let me do that for you? And… I want you here. All the time I… miss you when you’re not.”

“Are you giving me puppy dog eyes!?” You demand with a grin, and he pouts his lips.

“Maybe. Is it working?”

“It’s working.” You don’t stop yourself, not this once, when you lean up on your tiptoes, pressing your lips to his, and when you do, the eclectic shocks shoot from his lips, it’s just like that night a year ago, but more intense. You pull back nervously, looking away. “I’m sorry, I…”

“No.” Is all he says, pulling you back, bending low and taking over your lips, he moves them gently over yours, big hands taking over your waist and dragging you closer, mouth opening, tongue slipping past the seam of your lips. Your mouth opens in a gasp, and then his tongue delves inside it. “Don’t apologize for kissing me.”

“Satoru…” He’s exhaling against your lips, kissing you again, soon your back is on the couch, and he’s moving over you, his hand trailing your waist, up to your breasts, your hands clinging to his shirt, gripping the smooth fabric as you fall apart from his kisses. They’re sweet, intense kisses, slow like he wants to savor every moment with you, growing more and more insistent.

He pulls up, just looking at you now, your thighs are around his hips, you feel that ache between them, not just physically either, you crave more and more of him, and you have been since you saw him again. You both just look at each other, speaking without words as he slips up your top, and you yank it nervously, earning his frown, stopping your hand.

“Not ready yet?” He asks, you shake your head.

“You won’t… I’m not… I don’t like my tummy anymore.” You admit softly, tears threatening to spill, Satoru lifts your shirt then, leaning down and running his thumb across the little stretch marks Reign left.

“Well, baby girl… I love your tummy. Should I show you?” You shake your head, breaths coming quicker and quicker now. “You had my baby, you carried her for me, and she left you more beautiful than before.”

“Oh, Satoru…” He kisses your tummy then, and desire shoots straight through you, your hands finally entwining in that silky hair you’ve craved to feel for so long, he’s looking at you under lidded eyes, pressing kisses lower.

“You’re beautiful everywhere. I bet it was sexy pregnant.”

You giggle just a bit, making Satoru smile against your skin, fingers tugging down your pants then, earning a little cry that makes his cock so hard it hurts. He’s been dying to taste you on his tongue, to feel you around his fingers, watch that pretty face in pleasure again, but he’s tried to take his time, tried to focus on Reign, but the thing is, he loves both of you.

He’s in love with you.

The way you move, the way you smile, the way you are with his baby? How your eyes brighten when Reign did something new, how you blushed when he gave you a compliment. But also, how your hips are shifting now, how your eyes are getting lidded, dilated with desire, and how the little silver lines run across where his baby was inside you.

“Satoru… that feels too good I… mmm!” You cry out quietly when his fingers find your slick heat, finding you drenched already.

“You this easy for me?” He asks, you want to retort, something witty, but you can’t, you just gasp out in pleasure when he’s got your pants off, and he’s parting your thighs, long fingers pressing in the plush of your skin as he stares at your pussy. “Fuck you’re pretty.”

You’re trembling as you’re fully bare in front of him, his breath on your clit alone makes you jerk, he places a teasing flick of his tongue right on your clit, you cover your mouth to hide the pathetic moan. He flicks his tongue again, thumps slipping the plump lips of your sex apart, watching the wetness pool out of your little hole, he catches it with his tongue, groaning as he tastes you.

Your hands clutch his hair so hard you’re tugging at his head, eyes rolling back in your skull, biting your lip hard not to make too much noise. He looks up at you, slinking his tongue all the way up your dripping pussy now, from your hole to your clit, groaning as you drip all over his mouth, his face.

“It tastes as good as I remember.” He whispers, enjoying that ruby red blush on your cheeks. “You’re so cute like this, sensitive?”

“You’re torturing me.” He chuckles, the hot air making you whimper, a sound that shoots desire through him. “Please…”

“Please what, pretty?” He casually licks you once more, leisurely as if he has all the time in the world, tilting his head just so to flick the underside of it, watching the tiny little clit twitch. “Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Make me cum, please.” He moans then, devouring your pussy, his movements less teasing and precise and sloppy, now, lapping up all the juices that pour as you cry out in pleasure, hips bucking up for more, then you feel his fingers sliding in and out of you now, pressing in deep, finding that spongy spot that makes you shiver.

“There you go, you’re clenching me s’good. Can’t wait to feel you around me.” He murmurs, curling his fingers just so,  your legs are shaking so hard, you’re falling off that edge, chest rising and falling with your breaths.

“M-gonna… Toru…” Satoru moans now, the sound vibrating against your heat, he looks at you then, eyes dilated and dark, leaning up, his chin coated in your slick, shimmering.

“Cum for me, baby.” At that he sucks your clit into his mouth, tongue swirling around it, humming and making you shatter under him.

You come so hard you see stars bursting, eyes rolled back, your mouth in the most slutty O as you gasp out, you’re arching off the couch, his name a quiet little broken scream in the quiet room. You feel his smug grin against your sensitive bud, as he nips at it then with his teeth, making you jerk and whimper, leaning back to study your clenching little hole.

“There you go, so good for me, hmm?” He coles those words, slipping up you now, sliding his finger up and down your drippy slit, kissing you, letting you taste yourself off him.

“Need you. All of you.” You murmur then, he pauses his kisses, looking down at you, and emotions surge and mix with the pleasure, the insane need for him to fill you, over and over again.

“If we do, I want more than just… co parenting. I want more than just sex. I want…” Satoru gulps then, cupping your face carefully, your hand comes to grip his wrist, thumb brushing over his strong, fluttering pulse.

“I want more too.” You admit, swallowing nervously, as one of your hands rests on his chest.

“I want you to be my girl.” You’re crying then, nodding eagerly at his sweet and pure words, when he’s kissing you again, salty tears mixing with your taste. “Will you be? My girl?”

“I would love to be yours.” He moans again, standing then, helping you up, your arms wrap around his neck as he carries you, your lips don’t separate when he backs into his bedroom.

“Want you in my bed, every night.” He whispers, easing you onto the floor to stand, slipping your top off and revealing your breasts which sway just a bit, you eagerly unbutton his shirt, showing every inch of his chiseled, perfect frame. You gasp when you finally see him, fingertips trailing across sculpted muscles.

“You’re perfect, Satoru.” You whisper in wonder, and he cups your face again, kissing you deeply, a kiss so beautiful it ruins you forever, Satoru has ruined you forever, you know now what you knew that night deep down. “It’s only you.”

“It’s only you. You’re perfect.” You gasp as he picks you up again, laying you on the bed, you’re eagerly tugging on his pants, gasping when you see his huge, veiny length, something you’d had inside of you bud hadn’t even seen. You stroke him, earning his soft whine, he pins your wrist above your head.

“Lemme touch him, please?” You beg, earning both your hands pinned, as you laugh breathlessly.

“No way, I’m not busting quick, I’ve waited too long for this.” You giggle, earning his pretty glare. “I’m not.”

“You didn’t bust quick that night?”

“Yeah, I did.” You shake your head at him, gasping when he’s pressing against your entrance, he tenses, muscles flexing, when suddenly you both hear it, Reign on the baby monitor. “Shit.”

“Shit…” You both stay completely silent. “Maybe she’ll stop?”

“I sure hope so. Need to get you pregnant again.”

You blink in shock now, as Reign quiets. “Huh!?”

Satoru grins, a devious fucking grin, as he presses your legs apart, one over his shoulder, sinking in as you bite your lip, so filled by him, trembling beneath him as you roll your hips. “I need to see you pregnant, gonna be so fucking sexy.”

“You’re insane, Satoru Gojo.” You gasp when he shoves his length fully inside you, bottoming out and you’re so full you can’t breathe, clinging to his bare shoulders desperately as he moans, feeling your walls flutter.

“You didn’t know that yet? I’ll have to show you, sweetheart.” He’s fucking you then so good, thrusting in and out of your slick cunt, which is drooling all the way down his veiny length. He’s smirking as he rolls his hips just so, watching you start to come apart. “You love it, huh? Cock filling you so deep?”

“Please…” His leaking tip kisses your cervix, you shudder under him, cumming so hard you can’t tether yourself anymore, and he revels in it, in your pretty face all scrunched up, all reddened as you cry out.

“That’s it, can’t help yourself? Want me to fucking fill you?”

“Please…”

“You’re such a good girl, hmm?” The words short circuit what’s left of your brain, as Satoru leans back on his knees, hands slipping up your body, gripping your breasts, which have little droplets of milk. You whimper, trying to cover them. “Ah-ah.”

He leans forward, sucking them then, you’re so sensitive you scream, thanking everything Satoru has a huge home and that the baby couldn’t hear anything, because the sounds he writhes out of you are filthy. He leans up, licking the little droplets off and grinning again, possessively gripping your throat, hovering over you as his cock slides in again.

“God, even that’s sweet. All of you. Sweet and slutty.” He huffs, you’re kissing him desperately, nails pressing against his scalp as they grip his hair. “My girl, you’re all mine now, hmm?”

“Wanna be… y-your girl.” You whisper, ending him as your cunt gushes down on him, as he feels the tight muscles grip him like a vise, he eases back, shoving your legs up then in a mating press, every instinct making him crave to make you his again. Cum in you, fill you, make you pregnant. “Toru… I haven’t… not a lot of… exper-ah!”

“That’s alright baby, I’ll fuck you so good, all you gotta do is take it, yeah? Look so fucking pretty f’me.” The sweet, emotional and cute Satoru is now feral, psychotic and possessive, his eyes so blue they hurt to look at, but you’re nodding eagerly. You’ve never been fucked like this, not even close, but he assures you, over and over that you can take him. “That’s right, gonna take all of me.”

Your thighs are smushed against your breasts as Satoru fucks you harder, perfect strokes that hit every spot, spots you can’t even figure out, the ridge of his cock hitting again and again until you’re close, already having cum twice. You’re sobbing under him as he leans his weight on your thighs, folding you in half and going deeper, deeper, bottoming out.

His balls slap heavy on your ass, so full and ready to pump his load in your eager hole, you’re a mess, tears on your cheeks, mumbling incoherently, pussy drooling and loosening more and more. You take him, all of him greedily then, as he slows just a bit, leaning up to press your thighs even higher, watching his cock disappear as your cunt sucks him in.

“Oh look, she’s taking me s’good, she wants it huh? You want it, greedy, slutty pussy.” He’s talking to your pussy, but you also can’t care, not when you’re so close, incoherently whining. “Can’t talk, sweetheart?”

“Gonna… cum… again… Satoru!” He moans as you speak his name, using a forearm to press your legs up, angling his cock just so, shoving deep as he presses a thumb to your clit, ending you utterly.

“There you go, cum on lemme fuckin feel her milk me.” He huffs, husky voice hoarse as your orgasm washes over you, full body, you’re shaking and sobbing as your arousal pours down him, making him tense, gasping. “Oh fuck…”

“Cum in me. Cum in me, please.” You beg weakly, and Satoru does then, full mating press, pumping all his cum so deep, filling you to the brim as he leans down, whimpering with you, tongues sloppy as you kiss.

“Feel s’perfect… gonna make you a mommy again, yeah?” You nod weakly, cunt throbbing as he pumps more and more, nails pressing into his back as you both ride your orgasms out, until you’re sensitive messes. “F-fucking… b-baby…”

“Satoru, g-god…” He is exhaling, easing your sore thighs down then, pulling out and watching the mess that pours from your pussy, a mix of his cum and yours, he grins at it.

“You’re so messy, hmm?” He shoves two fingers in your cunt, pushing his cum back in as you scream out. “Aww, you can’t take it baby?”

“Too much, ngh!” Satoru slips his fingers out, sucking on them and moaning, before repeating it, shoving them in your mouth, you moan as you suck them greedily, both kissing again, a tangled mess of limbs.

“Taste us together, god.”

“So yummy.” He kisses you again, again, again, as you struggle to come back down, heart still racing. “My god…”

“Yeah, holy fuck.”

“You’re like… you have a breed kink like bad.” He snorts then, kissing up the side of your neck.

“Could it have to do with the fact that my girl is gorgeous with my baby? And I’d love to really see her pregnant?”

“I want you there too. I do, even if this is insane.”

“Is it?”

“Yes, first we have a baby, then we move in together? What next, a first date?”

“You know… yes. Mom offered?”

You giggle at him. “So is this you asking me on a date!?”

“Mmhmm, with my cum pouring out. Wasting it, tsk tsk.” He starts kissing down your body again, when Reign cries, this time loudly. “Ugh.”

“Ugh.” You agree, brushing back his hair when he kisses your tummy. “You make me feel beautiful, Satoru.”

“You are.” He says simply, kissing you deeply, helping you up. “Most beautiful girls there are.”

“I…” You almost say it, but you’re still so afraid, those words on the tip of your tongue. Satoru smiles as if he knows.

“Go check on her.”

“Yeah.” You are soon all dressed, and Reign is no longer crying once she gets swaddled, her binky in her mouth. Satoru comes behind you, arms wrapping you tightly and pulling you against him.

“So, that date?”

“Mmm, got plans already?” You look back at him, as he holds you so sweetly in the quiet room.

“Yeah, the spa you never went to, brat.”

“Oh! Yes, let’s.”

*****

Satoru Gojo and you have had a baby, then moved in, and then you had your first date, which was both of you getting pampered, you were giggling when Satoru kept eating the cucumbers meant for his eyes, when he moved the masseuse because he got jealous of him. “My girl, I’ll rub your back.”

“So jealous.” You tease, but you then sigh in pleasure as his big hands rub your body just so.

“Maybe I am. Maybe I don’t ever wanna lose my girls.” You pause then, leaning up, breasts revealed as you’re just wearing a little towel. But Satoru’s eyes are serious, when he gently rubs his hands down to the back of your hips.

“You’re not losing us.” He’s kissing you, leaning over you in the spa, when he whispers in your ear.

“Let’s go.”

In the backseat of Satoru’s driver’s car, headed back home, you and Satoru devour each other, his hands on your rib cage, his lips on your nipples. Your head falling back, arching up for more, never, ever able to get enough. He’s filling you again, and you’re soaking him again, he’s fucking up into you one moment, one moment you’re controlling it.

A push and pull, a back and forth, endless kisses, until he’s filled you up again, whispering the lewdest things, picturing you as his wife, picturing you pregnant again, but the words are coming out as muffled, dirty words that don’t match. And you feel the same, you think the same, but you’re too fucked out to speak, too lost in everything that is Satoru Gojo.

That night, Reign is up and down, and you’ve just given her a bath, singing to her and cradling her. Satoru watches you, emotions catching in his throat, as a sliver of moonlight darts through the windows, illuminating the faces of the two girls he adores. Reign is being fussy, huffing, but then she hears you sing, and she’s calming, drifting off just so.

You catch him watching you, smiling at him, laying her back down gently. Satoru leans over, brushing a thumb across her cheek, as she sleeps so peacefully. “I love you, dumpling.” He murmurs to her, your heart aches at his words, as you repeat them softly to her, and Satoru wraps an arm around you.

“I love both of you.” You look at him then, so nervous, but he exhales, kissing you softly, feeling tears fall from his eyes, pulling back to see you’re trembling. “I know it’s a lot, but you have to know that I love you. I love both of you so much it hurts.”

“I love both of you.” Your heart hammers in your chest, as a hand slips up your back, and he leans down, blue eyes swirling with tears. “I’ll take care of you both, always. I… I’m complete now, with you both. I can’t ever lose you.”

“Satoru, never. I never want to be without you again.” Your hushed whispers are followed by sweet kisses, until you both close the door quietly, and Satoru has you picked up in his arms, effortless as you hold onto him, resting your foreheads against each other. “I’m home, here.”

“You are home, here. Want you to have my last name, both of you. Please.” You nod, sniffling as he carries you, kissing you desperately, pressing you against the door of his room once you’re back inside. “Need you to have my last fuckin’ name.”

“We will, Satoru. We’ll all be Gojos, hmm?” He grins so big then, easing you down and turning you, vivid memories of that night filling your mind, overwhelming your senses. Your head falls back as he kisses down your neck, slipping your shorts to the side to find you.

“So ready f’me?” You nod weakly. “Good, need to have a whole fucking clan of Gojos, yeah? Gonna give it to me?”

“Mnh, yes.”

You would give Satoru anything, and finally every piece that seemed so out of sorts is in place, as you found something you didn’t know was missing, and he found a family he didn’t know he had. As he eagerly works you so well that night again, you also know you want to give him more.

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[a-hermit-pining]

LADS Men React To Thinking You're Moving Out

AN: Thank you for requesting and yes I did just use an unrelated gif of absolutely stunning Aragorn.

Request: Hello, I absolutely loved your last post!! It was so fun to read, lol. I went through your master list right after and I also read the one about you moving in with the lads men (gold.) Which make me think of a scenario... If you take requests now, what do you think the lads men would do if: You just moved in with them. Everything is fine, but unpacking is kinda slow because both of you need to work. One day you are off from work and decide that day is the day everything will be put in place because it's already suffocating to have that many boxes. He is at work from morning till evening and so happy to come back home to *you*. Just that when he entered the apartament he saw a box next to the door with your clothes in and you packing yet another box with your clothes. But shouldn't you be unpacking? Are you packing your things back?? (Mc just got a better look at everything she owns since she needs to unpack everything and decided to donate some stuff. She had no intention of moving out)

Pairing: Lads boys x fem reader

Genre: fluff

Xavier:

He walks in, probably tripping over the box. Somehow, completely oblivious.

"Xavier!" You rush to him, helping him sit up. "Are you alright?! Oh my god, did you hit your face?"

You both are trouble magnets.

"It’s bruising!" You gasp, already hurrying to grab an ice pack while he sits on the couch, face buried in a cushion.

Please, just sit with him and coddle him until he recharges enough to help you unpack.

Rafayel:

"Where are you going?" Instant tantrum mode. Hands on hips, standing like someone’s disapproving dad.

"I told you, moving in was an irreversible deal. We share the lease. You’re not going anywhere."

Picking up your box of clothes, he strides into your shared bedroom, where you’re busy unpacking his boxes, blissfully unaware, your back to him.

He sighs, pauses, and keeps talking to your back. "Alright, I won’t let the seagulls eat all our salmon. And… there won’t be any more running nude painting jokes..."

"What?" You pull out an earbud, blinking in confusion. "When did you come in?"

Rafayel stares.

"Aw, thanks for bringing in my box! I was just about to get to my closet," you grin, pecking his lips. "When did you get back?"

Let’s just say, Rafayel does not recount the great monologue you just happened to miss.

Zayne:

Conceal, don’t feel kind of guy.

He stands and stares at the box.

Then, without a word, he steps forward and pulls you into a tight hug. He’ll stay there for as long as you allow him to.

"You’re back early," you murmur, leaning into him as he buries his face in your shoulder.

This is normal, him being extra clingy after a long shift.

"What’s the matter?" You turn, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"Did something upset you?"

"No," he replies, looking up at you. "I missed you. Let’s go out for dinner tonight."

He’ll go out of his way to make these last few hours with you memorable.

The next day, when he returns home from work, expecting an empty house, the sight of you curled up on the couch is nothing short of pure joy.

He heads to your room, only to find all your clothes neatly hung next to his.

Sylus:

"Have you finally decided to accept the vacation?" he all but purrs, conveniently ignoring the lack of a suitcase.

"Those are for donation, Sylus. And no, I am not taking time off for another vacation." You reply, tossing some of his clothes into the donation pile.

"Um. No, you’re not." He plucks a dress from the pile, inspecting it like it’s a priceless artifact. "I like this one on you. And this too," he mutters, rummaging through your does-not-spark-joy pile.

"No, we are not keeping it!" You snatch the clothes back. "You are banned from the pile. Hands off."

Somehow, he is more offended about giving away clothes than he is concerned about the idea of you leaving.

He considers everything you own part of his hoard.

Caleb:

Hides the box.

Immediately rushes to the kitchen to cook a feast.

Pulls you to a fully loaded dining table, all smiles.

"So, what are your plans tomorrow?" he asks, piling food onto your plate.

"Mmm, I think I’ll be joining the hunters’ food and clothing drive in the morning. Let me know if you want to give away—"

And he's gone.

Sweating, watching you devour the food.

Oh. Oh, no.

He did not just accidentally drug you.

You’re going to be so mad at him. Especially for making you miss the drive.

Excusing himself immediately, he goes to cancel the flight to his private island.

Caleb is now on damage control duty.

[misshuntereevee]

The Winner Takes it All, part 2.

( part 1. )

Synopsis: You look like the MC, and you actually remember bits and pieces of the myth (not all.) But MC finally shows up, with no memory, and Sylus can’t help but be drawn in. What will happen?

Notes: Thank you guys so much for the love. Part 3 will be coming probably in a few days as I prepare to start a new series for Raf. However, there has been some interest in a taglist for this series. I won’t be doing this at this time, but I will keep considering. Comments, likes and reblogs are encouraged but not necessary. Enjoy the groveling. (Also don’t forget I’m not beta-read.)

Sylus knows he fucked up. The moment you were gone -- Miss Hunter ceased to exist. Multiple calls from her went unanswered. And he didn’t even wonder once if she was okay. But every moment since you’ve been gone, Sylus has been searching.

If you’re mad at him, that’s one thing. But he has a duty to you to make sure that Ever never lays a hand on you. And no matter how mad you are at him, he refuses to let that promise go. If he has to rebuild the trust… he will. Brick by brick.

But the pit in his stomach doesn’t subside when he sees you. He’s not a jealous man, never felt the need to be. But right now -- he understands he’s the closest he’s ever been to losing you. And he is feeling envy creep up into his veins.

You were flirting with the cashier. Well, he started it but you definitely were returning it. In all honesty… the attention felt nice. It had been a few weeks since you felt like you got this sort of attention.

The cashier is already blushing. “You know, I get off around -,”

“We don’t care,” a smooth voice comes from behind you, and a shiver runs down your spine. Sylus. You hate that it elicits such a reaction, but there would never be a day it didn’t. Your memories of your past life were hazy at best, but his voice — you don’t remember a single time it didn’t made you fall head over heels.

A hand comes to rest on your shoulder but with a loud huff, you yank it off spinning around. You’re angry. Passionately so. “Don’t you dare,” you hiss at him. “You don’t have a right—,”

“Keep the change,” Sylus tells the cashier, ignoring you.

The cashier looks between you both before he lets out an awkward low whistle and backs up. “Sorry, ma’am, but I’m not risking my life for a date with you.” And with that he leaves the customer service desk, leaving the two of you alone. You swivel around to face him, and you notice a swirl of emotions around his face.

Relief. Anger. Annoyance. Relief again. Adoration. And then finally in lands on one thing you didn’t expect —

“You were actually flirting with him,” he points out, his eyes looking… hurt somewhere underneath an accusatory jealousy. You don’t say anything. In fact, you grab the book you purchased and start walking out the door. He follows you, and you try to put your earbuds in. He takes them immediately with his Evol. You scowl at him and yank him into a nearby alleyway.

“What the hell are you doing?” You spit at him. “Leave me alone. If I wanted to talk to you, I’d answer my phone.”

A flicker of hurt crosses his face for a moment. But finally, he forces a calm look on his face. “My little bird, I know I forgot our —,”

A flicker of surprise crosses his face when you laugh loudly and bitterly. “Are you kidding me? You think that’s all I’m upset about?” He stays quiet, seeming to realize you aren’t done with him yet. In all honesty, he needs to hear what you say. Sylus knows he can’t fix anything until he knows how you’re feeling.

You frown at him before continuing: “She comes along and just because she looks like me she grabs your attention? Oh and that stupid fucking linkage bond thing ---,” How could you forget? You could resonate with him, yes, but there has never been any physical bondage connecting the two of you. That was new -- something only Miss Hunter had. And you had wondered —

Was it enough that you should doubt? Your fears were confirmed when he forgot your anniversary to take her home after a mission.

“And Ever wants you both,” he adds, his eyes narrowing. “Which was enough for me to wonder if you left… or disappeared.”

“Ha, no, more like your ego couldn’t handle that I left!” You say, poking his chest. He scowls at you. “And you know what -- I fucking remember. Does she?! I might not remember everything, but I remember! She can’t… she’ll never —”

You stop, your voice about to shake with tears. A lump forms in your throat, your chest tightening. You remember when he forced the blade through his heart. You remember slaying the dragon. And you remember the pain your past self carried -- everywhere. “Does she remember losing you like I do? However hazy it may be, she doesn’t carry that pain.”

And that’s when you turn away from him. A hand comes up, pushing tears away. “Oh, my little bird,” he murmurs behind you, his voice sounding raw. He can’t stand the fact you’re crying… over him. Self-loathing was the only thing swirling in Sylus’ red eyes right now. “I’m sorry.”

“No. I don’t forgive you. I’m not willing to fight with another version of myself for you. Go away,” you spit. You need time. And you start to walk away from him. However -- You’re only about two feet away from him when you’re yanked backwards. Something is tethering around your wrist, pulling you back.

“Stop it,” you hiss at Sylus. “Let me go!” But as you turn around completely, you can tell — this is not his Evol. You’d be able to resonate with him and make him stop. This isn’t that.

Sylus stares at it for a moment before there’s a small smirk on his face. “Well,” he says. “It looks like you’ll have to hear me out now.” A linkage.

***

“No, don’t you even start,” you say to him, staring at the link. “I’m sure if I just resonated with you — when you finally resonated with her, it went away right?”

You try to resonate with him but —

“You’re blocking it!” You accuse him. “You’re trying not to resonate with me.”

“What can I say? If my little bird flies away before I can tell her how sorry I am, that just won’t do,” he nearly purrs.

“Oh, I hate you. Stop this!”

“You have every right to be angry,” Sylus starts. Granted, you weren’t expecting that, so your response doesn’t come quickly. He keeps talking. “I admit… seeing her threw me off. But anything drawing me to her was pure curiosity, nothing more. Any other pull I felt — it felt empty. Like it belonged to you. Because it does.”

You cross your arms, pretending not to be fazed by his declarations. He leans down, gripping your chin. “You’re right, my Queen. You remember me,” he says. The other hand — the hand linked to yours by the bond — laces fingers with yours. You don’t lace them back right away.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “If you wish for me to never see her again, I’ll let someone else investigate her appearance for me. I have to know — for both our sakes why she’s here. Just please -- I can’t lose you. You’re right.”

“Sylus —,”

“Please. You don’t understand. These last two weeks have been — eye opening.” He lets out a deep, ragged breath. “I’ll do whatever it takes to prove to you that I mean it.”

A deep breath. Your thoughts are so consumed with confusion. Because you’re also curious to why there seems to be two of you - albeit two crazily different lives. You mean, she had her life and you certainly had yours.

But you also missed him. Your dragon. And the look on his face. You found it remarkable how this crime boss of a man could look like a kicked puppy, begging for forgiveness. And you absolutely hate how much you’re softening. How much you’re still attracted and pulled to him.

“Mhm. Fine. Come back tomorrow and apologize again just as passionately… and I’ll think about it,” you finally say.

His mouth opens and closes. “My little bird — okay. If that’s what you want.” And he takes your hand, ready to resonate and undo the linkage so he can leave you for the night. Sylus doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want to give you a single chance to overthink it and -- not forgive him. But he also knows -- if he pushes this, he could lose you forever.

The glow of resonating begins — but nothing happens. Your heart drops. It’s not working. So… it wasn’t Sylus that was holding it together. A brief moment of confusion flits across his face.

He remembers what the scientists had told him when he failed to resonate with the hunter. That they wouldn’t be able to resonate because she was disgusted and angry with him. And in striking clarity -- he knows for a fact that it’s not him holding them back from resonating like he previously thought. It’s you.

“What’s happening?” You says, seeming a little panicked as the bond only tightens the more you try to pull away. In fact, the link tightens so much that you stumble forward into his arms. The more you try to get away from him, the closer you get.

“Hm.” Sylus says, staring at it. He’s currently trying to make sure he isn’t smiling -- this might be a small win, and he knows he has more opportunities to remedy your relationship. “I have a theory.”

“Okay -- so spill,” you say, your eyes widening at him. “I have work tomorrow, and I can’t bring you with me! You’re a crime boss!”

“We’re linked because you’re mad at me,” he finally says. “Or disgusted. Or --- you hate me.” He almost can’t get the words out. Because you can’t. You can’t hate him. There is so much he never got to do with you. You blink at him several times before it clicks -- you’re both bonded until he can fix what he broke.

[who-is-there]

I just started watching Dimension 20’s Fantasy high, halfway through sophomore year, and I do want a fic where people realise just how used to being part of a group the bad kids are. For example-

-I fully believe every single one of them is used to Riz climbing them so he can see better. It’s usually Gorgug, but it’s happened to all of them at some point. They might hold out their arm for him to jump onto a counter, or so he can pin a clue to his board. Before they all sit at a table, at least one of them makes sure their 4’4 friend can jump onto the table.

-Every single one of them has also caught Adaine after she had a vision. Sometimes she can just shake them off, but the big ones make her falter in what she’s doing, which can be dangerous. It happened once in a fight, and now the people standing closest to her are always ready.

-Fabian doesn’t really recognise he has a blind spot with his eye injury, because the others immediately clocked it. But this also means they walk in between him and the road, in case some idiot mounts the curb. They keep an eye on anything to his right, shifting drinks and pushing chairs if they can tell his depth perception is a little off.

-Fig usually stands in the middle of the group to intimidate people into not messing with them, so it’s sort of become habit to just crowd around her. After the battle, if no one’s seriously hurt or anything, everyone just wanders over to Fig. At this point, Fig is always the first one to yell out after a fight, just so they can regroup.

-Gorgug is the go-to for lap-sits, leaning, anything to do with being physically supported by another persons body. His hoodie is soft, and his headphones are loud enough that you can kind of hear it if you’re leaning on him. His parents weren’t great with nonchalant physical contact, in case he was already upset, so he takes great joy in his friends not being scared to hug him for fun.

-Kristin has left her staff at every single house she could with the bad kids. She leaves her bag in classrooms, the library, the cafeteria. Whenever the group leave somewhere, they do a full scan, because Kristin has probably left something and they grab it for her. No one has any clue who her bag actually belongs to, because all of the bad kids have been seen carrying it around school several times.

The school at large know who the bad kids are, and the town recognise them, but they still don’t know why all of them double check a room before leaving, or collectively carry a small stool around with them. One student with a fantasy iron deficiency faints in class and Kristin catches her before she hits the ground. Once, Fig isn’t in school for a day and all the bad kids have this restless energy about them. It is not uncommon to see them on the field during lunch, curled up in a pile on Gorgug. One guy tries to surprise Fabian from the right and gets body checked by Adaine before it even registers.

It’s sort of uncomfortable for everyone to see any of them without the others, because it means a) the rest of them committed a crime, b) the rest of them are committing a crime, or c) the rest of them are about to run in and start planning to commit a crime. And no one wants to lose their plausible deniability here.

[fanficgirl429]

Bucky Gets Hurt

Pairing: fem!reader x Bucky Barnes

Prompt: Y/N discovers that Bucky got hurt during their last mission and didn't say anything. She becomes upset and he tries his best to calm her down.

Warnings: mention of sex, 18+ only, minors do not engage

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The room was quiet except for the occasional car horn echoing faintly through the windows of Y/N and Bucky’s apartment. Y/N stood still in the doorway of the bathroom, her eyes fixed on the white bandage wrapped snugly around Bucky’s side. He hadn’t noticed her yet, he was facing the mirror, running a hand through his hair with a wince he tried to hide.

“Are you kidding me right now?” she said sharply.

Bucky jumped, turning toward her with guilt already written all over his face.

“Y/N—”

“You didn’t tell me you were hurt?” she asked, crossing her arms and leaning on the doorframe. “When were you going to? Or was I just going to keep thinking you’ve been extra grumpy for no reason?”

“It’s not that bad,” he replied quickly, but even he didn’t sound convinced.

She scoffed. “Oh, so not telling your girlfriend that you got stabbed during a mission is just… casual now?”

“I didn’t want you to worry.”

“That’s not your decision to make, Bucky!”

He let out a long sigh and turned around to face her, his back resting against the counter. “You were already freaked out about the mission. I figured if I told you, you’d—”

“What?” she cut in. “Care too much? Want to help? Want to actually know what the hell is going on with my boyfriend?”

He flinched, his jaw tight.

Y/N’s eyes narrowed. “Wait. Is this why you didn’t let me take off your shirt yesterday?” She threw her hands in the air, walking back into the bedroom and began to pace, Bucky following behind her. “Oh my God—Bucky, we had sex in the kitchen, and I thought you were just being rough and dominant and sexy—”

“I was being sexy,” he muttered defensively.

“Don’t even,” she snapped, glaring at him. “You didn’t want me to see the bandage. That’s what that was.”

Bucky looked at her, his face softening. “I didn’t want to ruin the moment.”

She held his gaze for a long, silent beat before turning on her heel and disappearing into the walk-in closet without a word.

Bucky exhaled slowly and retreated back into the bathroom.

When he finally reentered the bedroom, the air was heavy with tension. 

Y/N was already lying on the bed, back against the pillows, her legs stretched out. She was wearing his navy blue Henley, and the hem barely covered the tops of her thighs.

Bucky leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed.

“You’re wearing that to rile me up,” he said, his blue eyes skimming her body.

“Yup,” Y/N replied, unapologetic and smug, scrolling aimlessly through her phone. 

“You’re still mad at me.”

“Also yup.”

He sighed, running a hand over his face. “Y/N…”

She didn’t look up. “I’m not mad because you got hurt. I’m mad because you didn’t tell me. I’m supposed to be your partner, Buck. You don’t get to shut me out just because you think you’re protecting me.”

“I know,” he said quietly.

She glanced up then, saw the guilt on his face, and the way he hadn’t moved from the doorway yet.

“Get over here,” she said, patting the empty space beside her.

Bucky crossed the room slowly, climbing onto the bed and moving to straddle her legs. He dipped his head and started placing soft kisses up her body, starting at her knees, moving up to her thighs, lingering there just long enough to draw a slow breath from her lips.

“Bucky,” she said warningly as he reached her hips, “I said I’m still mad at you.”

“I know,” he murmured against her stomach, lips brushing her skin. “But you’re wearing my shirt with no pants, and I’m a simple man.”

“Simple man with a stab wound,” she reminded him, pushing at his shoulders. “Shouldn’t you be resting?”

He smirked. “This is rest. Very effective. Medically proven.”

She let out a reluctant laugh, trying to swat him away again as he kissed up between her ribs, lifting the shirt inch by inch.

“Bucky...”

“Y/N…,” he mocked softly, looking up at her. 

She met his gaze, lips twitching. “This doesn’t mean you’re forgiven.”

“Understood.”

“Seriously.”

“I’m terrified of your wrath,” he said as he nuzzled the underside of her breast. “Please don’t end me.”

She tried not to melt but failed entirely. “You're such a menace.”

“You love it.”

“Unfortunately.”

He grinned before finally kissing her properly, slow and deep, like an apology with every press of his mouth.

His lips then returned to the curve beneath her breast, his breath warm against her skin as he gently nudged up the soft fabric of the Henley she’d very obviously chosen for effect.

Y/N arched an eyebrow. “You know this doesn’t get you off the hook, right?”

“I figured I’d warm you up before your sentencing,” he murmured, his voice a low, playful rasp.

Her hand slid into his hair—partly to keep him close, partly to remind him who was in charge here. “You’re going to have to grovel so hard after this.”

“I’m counting on it,” he said against her sternum before pressing another kiss there. “Groveling. Worship. Whatever you need.”

“Good. Because I’m pissed,” she whispered, her tone softening despite herself. “You got stabbed and hid it from me. What if it got infected? What if it reopened while you were—”

“Throwing you onto the counter and making you scream?” he finished innocently.

She groaned. “Don’t make me regret letting you back on this bed.”

Bucky leaned up on his elbows, eyes meeting hers. “Hey.” His fingers gently brushed a stray hair from her cheek. “I’m sorry. Really. I wasn’t trying to push you out. I just—sometimes I forget I don’t have to deal with things alone anymore. That I don’t want to.”

Y/N studied his face. There was sincerity in his eyes, a vulnerability that cracked through the sarcastic front he usually wore. Her thumb stroked along his jaw.

“I know it’s hard,” she said quietly. “But you don’t get to shut me out when things get messy. Especially when it’s your body. I love you—flaws, scars, stab wounds and all. Don’t make me fight to love you right.”

His throat bobbed with a swallow, and he dipped down to kiss her again—softer this time, slower. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against hers.

“You’re wearing my shirt.”

“I always wear your shirts.”

“But this one,” he said, his hands ghosting over her thighs and under the hem. “This is the shirt you wear when you’re mad and still want to make me suffer.”

Y/N smirked. “What can I say? I multitask.”

He chuckled, pressing another kiss to her jaw, then trailing them down her throat, slow and deliberate. “Tell me what you want.”

She let her head fall back against the pillows with a sigh, placing her phone on the nightstand. “I want you to respect me enough to be honest when you’re hurt. I want you to trust that I can handle it, and that I’d rather know than be in the dark.”

His lips paused at the curve of her neck. “I do. I’m working on it.”

“Good,” she said, then added with a smirk, “because you’re not getting laid until you earn it.”

He looked up with an expression that was all pout and no shame. “You are trying to kill me.”

“You’ll live,” she said, pulling him up for another kiss. “Barely.”

Bucky collapsed beside her dramatically, letting his head fall into the crook of her neck with a groan. “Torture. Pure torture.”

“Not torture,” she murmured, fingers lazily tracing the bandage on his side, “just…consequences.”

He turned his face into her neck. “Worth it.”

She laughed and curled into him, letting the moment settle.

The silence that fell over them was the kind Y/N both loved and hated. Comfortable because it was Bucky. Charged because… it was Bucky. And when he was curled up beside her, all warm muscles and stubborn apologies, it was harder to stay mad.

But she wasn’t done yet.

She shifted slightly, letting her leg drape over his hips, making sure the movement brushed just enough against him to earn a subtle hitch of breath.

“Seriously,” she whispered, fingers skating along the edge of the bandage. “You were just gonna walk around like nothing happened? Let me grind all over you on a granite counter like you weren’t low-key bleeding out?”

Bucky’s chuckle vibrated against her chest. “You weren’t complaining yesterday.”

She poked his shoulder. “I was distracted.”

His eyes fluttered open, and he gave her that classic smirk—the one that made her stomach flutter. “If it helps, I was also incredibly distracted. By your legs. And that ridiculous little noise you made when I bit your—”

She slapped a hand over his mouth. “Bucky.”

His eyes crinkled with laughter behind her hand.

She sighed, moving her hand back to his face and cradling it softly. “I mean it, though. I know you think you’re protecting me, but not telling me when you’re hurt? That’s not love. That’s fear. And I can’t fix what I don’t know about.”

He sobered under her touch, nodding slightly. “You’re right.”

“I usually am.”

“Except for the time you swore you could handle all five shots of tequila.”

“That’s different.”

“You almost punched Sam.”

“He said Die Hard wasn’t a Christmas movie. That’s not a disagreement. That’s war.”

Bucky laughed, and Y/N’s lips curled despite the lingering frustration in her chest. She reached down, tracing the hem of his sweatpants, her fingers brushing his waistband but not doing anything. Just reminding him she could.

He inhaled sharply.

Y/N leaned in, kissed the spot under his ear, and whispered, “Still not getting laid.”

He groaned, dramatically flopping onto his back. “You’re evil.”

“Smart. Sexy. Reasonably furious.” She curled up next to him and laid her head on his chest carefully, avoiding the wound. “And yours. Which is why you have to tell me this stuff, Buck. You’re not alone anymore. And if I have to seduce and emotionally wreck you into realizing that, I will.”

Bucky let out a half-laugh, half-sigh, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I don’t deserve you.”

“No,” she agreed. “But you’ve got me anyway. So try not to bleed out on the kitchen floor next time, okay?”

“Noted.”

They laid in silence for a long moment before Bucky’s voice cut through. 

“So… I can’t touch you at all? Like a twenty-four-hour sex ban? Or are there exceptions for accidental thigh grazes and overly affectionate cuddles?”

Y/N smirked into his chest. “Hmm. I might be convinced to negotiate. But only if you let me take your shirt off next time.”

Bucky groaned. “That’s just cruel.”

“Nope. That’s called trust building.”

And just like that, his arm curled tighter around her, his heart finally steady under her cheek.

They’d argue again—God knew they were both too stubborn for their own good—but tonight, they were soft. Still smoldering, still scarred, still figuring it out.

But in love.

Very, very in love.

[oldermenfucker]

You’re losing me | Dr. Robby

summary: he doesn’t notice how his behavior in The Pitt is making you fall from his arms, until the consequences of his actions catch up with him.

warnings: 18+ mdni! Smut, angst with a happy ending, fluff, Robby doesn’t even realize he’s being a dick until it’s a tad bit too late, fem!reader, resident!reader, Abbot!reader (yes she is Jack’s younger sister), age gap (she’s late 20s/early 30s & Robby early 50s), p in v sex, lots of praise, mentions of blood & trauma (it’s The Pitt soooo), English isn’t my first language<3

word count: 9.8k+

an: hiiii so this is my first fic in this fandom hopefully you guys like this!!! More fics of our gorgeous Dr. Daddy and his bestie our other Dr. Daddy will be coming your way<333

Reblogs & comments are always appreciated!💕✨

You hate the quiet days of ER, as peaceful as it can get through. You crave the adrenaline rush you get from a trauma running through the doors, half bloody and half dead, but today even those cases can’t make your blood pressure as high as the scene in front of you does.

  Collins chuckles at something Robby says, snorting and putting her hand up in surrender, patting his biceps before she leaves him alone. And him? He smiles back, his wrinkles around his eye deepening as his eyes follow her.

He is doing exactly what he labeled as ‘unprofessional’ behind closed doors with her, making you mad at him. He told you you must keep your relationship a secret or it would turn into The Pitt’s hottest gossip, and he didn’t want that, and given how most of the nurses and doctors know about his past relationship with Collins, it upsets you beyond belief.

You took this residency program to be with your brother and Robby, and also to get a steady job in the same hospital. Jack helped you tremendously with your transfer, making sure everything was perfect for you to take the morning shifts with your boyfriend, all so you could spend time with him more often.

  But now, you are rethinking your decision to the point of no return. It has been months since you started your shifts here, and from the very beginning, Robby treated you like shit. Always hard on you, always criticizing your diagnosis, always on your back with a harsh comment.

  You played it off like everyone else did, making sure to nod and say ‘yes, sir’ and move towards the next patient. But every word stung, and when you would tell him at night when you cuddled in his bed, he would brush it off and act like nothing happened.

  It was fine at first, or at least you tried to deny what it truly was, but now, seeing him being so lighthearted with everyone in a slow shift while he barks orders at you left and right tears your heart into pieces, and worse, the smiles are always thrown in the direction of every doctor and nurse but you.

  You look away as best as you can, trying to find a good case as you lean on Robby’s workstation, tapping your fingers in a rhythm as you scan the trauma board, biting your lip as you hear his footsteps approaching.

  “Dr. Abbot,” he says, standing behind you while he looks between you and the board, “What are you looking for?”

  “Something to take the edge off,” you don’t mean to sound snappy, but the words come out harsher than intended, and you take a deep breath because with the uncomfortable silence between the two of you, you are sure he has raised an eyebrow at you, waiting to come up with a snarky comment, “I’ll take the biker, Santos is with me.”

  “Good,” he nods, pushing his fists into his pockets, but you don’t bother yourself to even glance at him, pushing past him as you drop your stethoscope around your neck, calling for Santos to follow you to the trauma bay.

  You do not turn around to see Robby’s reaction; he is probably stunned by the way you ignored him. You have never done that despite how he treats you; it just never settled right inside you to be mean to him, but that was enough to set your mood off for the rest of the shift.

  “Alright, what do we have here?” One question, and you get bombarded with answers, and you get your hands on the patient to stabilize him. Santos answers your questions and helps you with everything you might need.

  You are light on your feet, keeping everyone in check in the trauma room to make sure the best treatment is given to the poor man who had crashed his bike. Santos listens closely, being snarky and witty about her comebacks, but helps you as best as she can, nonetheless.

  “How’s the patient?” You watch as Santos starts to intubate the biker, her hands slightly shaking, ignoring Robby’s presence as he gloves in and moves next to stand next to you, listening to the nurses update him on the patient’s status.

  “I’m in!” Santos beams, looking up at you, and you smile back, giving her a quick thumbs up before you turn around, suddenly chest to chest with Robby.

  He looks down at you, a silent question hanging in the air between you as he keeps staring back, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. You take a deep breath in response, taking off your gloves roughly, making a loud smacking sound of plastic echo in the trauma room.

  “He’s stable and ready to go to the OR,” you fist the gloves in a ball, pulling the white gown off in a hurry, taking a step around Robby to avoid his burning stare, “Santos helped a lot.”

  “You called the shots without telling me first.” It’s not a question; it is a statement, and he does not look happy at all. “You are still a resident, you have two more years to go! Why are you being so reckless?”

  “The patient was dying, Dr. Robby, I had to do what was necessary—“

  “You were unsupervised—“

  “She wasn’t,” Collins steps into the room, looks between the two doctors with a small smile, pointing at Santos, who stands awkwardly next to Collins, pouting slightly and rocking on the balls of her feet, “Dr. Santos came to me and told me about this case.”

  You gape at her, fighting off a small grateful smile before feeling your heart thumping in your ribcage as if it’s ready to jump out; you are angry at him, furious even, and Robby is just as hot-headed if not more. You can see the dark glare in his eyes as he looks between Collins and you, finally settling them on you.

  “Dr. Collins is also a resident, you must consult an Attending. Don’t ever do that again,” he whips out his own gloves, his usual warm brown eyes hold nothing but anger, “You are lucky he is stable.”

  “I am not lucky, Dr. Robby.” You take another step closer, feeling his hot breath fanning against your face, “I am a good doctor, hell, even a great doctor. I can do it on my own.”

  “Trauma coming through in two minutes! Drowning victim!” Dana’s shout stops Robby from firing back a response to you.

  “We’re not done yet,” he points his finger at you, scoffing when you look up, trying your best not to break down in front of everyone. With that, Robby jogs toward the gurney Langdon is pulling into another trauma room, leaving you, Santos, and Collins alone.

  “Walk with me, Dr. Abbot?” Collins smiles, muttering to Santos to go find another patient before she waits for you to join her at the door, watching you closely as you slam your gloves and gown into the trash, using the sanitizer machine on the wall before you give her a quick smile.

  “Sure.”

  You both walk to the nurse station, standing shoulder to shoulder while you look at the trauma board. You are nervous; how can you not be? Collins is Robby’s ex. She is gorgeous, intelligent, and a very talented doctor. But what is making you shake slightly is how she stepped in to save you from your boyfriend’s scolding.

  “Thank you…” You mumble quietly, or as quietly as you can in a chaotic ER, giving her a grateful yet awkward smile as well.

  “Don’t worry about it,” she sighs, pushing her hands into the pockets of her jacket, shrugging before she continues, “I’ve been in your shoes a few years ago. It’s exhausting.”

  “What?” You ask, confused and dumbfounded, your lips parting in surprise when she side eyes you playfully, shaking her head and laughing slowly, “What do you mean? What are you laughing at, Dr. Collins?”

  “You guy are not as subtle as you think you are,” she sighs, wrapping her arm around your shoulders, pulling you into her side as she looks back at the board, squeezing your shoulder, “I can see how you look at him, I used to do the same, having high hopes that one day he’ll quit being harsh on me.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you try to play it off cool, acting as if you have no idea what she is saying, but Collins sees straight through your lie, raising her eyebrows at you with boredom. You sigh, dropping your head on her shoulder, “Fine! Yes, he’s my boyfriend, or at least I thought he was. It is… tiresome to deal with his mean words every day.”

  “He’s been riding you for so long,” she sighs too, patting your arm gently, “It’s no excuse, but… he thinks if he pushes you away, he can maintain his professional standards or whatever he calls them. He’s done it before, and he’s doing it again.”

  “I know what he is trying to do,” you shake your head, exhaling shakily, “He doesn’t want anyone to find out he’s dating his resident, and Jack Abbot’s younger sister, so he goes on a spiral to be mean to me and put a distance between us.”

  “Well, he’s doing a poor job at both,” she snorts, letting go of you to reach for an iPad, going through different cases to choose one for you. “He is an idiot, you just have to learn to live with it if you wanna work here.”

  “Sometimes I think he hates me.”

  “Hey, no—“

  “What are you two up to?” Dana interrupts Heather, leaning on the station behind her as she looks between the two of you, “What has he done this time?”

  “He’s being unreasonable to Dr. Abbot.”

  “Not unreasonable, but… just how an attending with a ‘Robinavitch’ last name would be,” you try to crack a joke, but Dana winces and gives you a sympathetic look.

  “C’mon, I’ve known him more than your experiences combined. He is being a dick to you because he is scared, give him hell for it, alright? Now go play doctors until I knock some sense into your loverboy.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” Collins says, pointing at one of the trauma rooms, “South fourteen, Twenty-four years old male with a twisted ankle — probably sprained. Take this, Dr. Abbot, it’ll give you a break until you are well enough to come back.”

  “Thank you,” you say, grabbing the iPad from her hands, nodding as you walk towards the patient’s room, head swirling with different thoughts about what those two women just told you.

  You are aware of what Robby is doing, or at least you think you do. It makes sense to some extent; he is a professional man, a doctor who runs The Pitt and barely survives every day, and yet, he gives you the worst treatment out of everyone because he doesn’t want to reveal your relationship to the world.

  And it breaks your heart to tolerate his mean words and being the punching bag to his sour moods, receiving all the blows just because you are in arm’s reach — what makes it worse is that he does not even realize how bad his words are, and when you confront him at night after his long hot shower, he only shrugs and tells you if Dana found out about you, then everyone can.

  Excuse after excuse.

  You roll your shoulders back, knocking on the door as you enter the trauma room, finding Princess going through the patient’s file and waiting for you to join them.

  “Good morning, I’m Dr. Abbot!” You smile and get to work, sitting on the chair next to the bed as you examine the guy’s ankle, looking for inflammation and bruising as you try to distract him from the pain.

  “Well, you’re lucky it’s not broken,” you nod, taking your gloves off before turning toward Princess, “Send him to radiology to get an X-ray, I’m sure it’s only a sprain, but let’s take a look anyway.”

  “Dr. Abbot!” Mel barges inside the room, panting slightly as she looks at you with wide eyes, “New patient! Forty-five-year-old female with a head concussion and a broken stick in her upper arm. She fell on the fence while she was trying to clean the windows of her house.”

  “Let’s go,” you stand up, dropping the gloves you used on the previous patient into the bin, sanitizing your hands before running towards the gurney, finding Mohan and Robby discussing different procedures, “How is she?”

  “Pupils dilated, unresponsive—“ you try to focus on what Samira is saying, you are, but Robby’s gaze moves from the patient to you, watching you closely as you and Mohan start to stabilize the patient, but it is awfully hard to not get distracted with how intense his presence is.

  “She’s having a heart attack—“ you rush to lower the back of the bed, flattening the patient before scissoring her dress, baring her chest to Mel to put the pads on, Mohan increasing the voltage to two hundred, waiting for everyone to step back, “Clear!”

  The patient does not respond to the shock. Mohan and Robby work together to keep her blood pressure high, but all of a sudden, the lines of the monitor go flat, and the beeping stops.

  “Asystolic…” Mel whispers, standing next to you as Mohan takes off the pads, waiting for her Attending’s orders.

  “Start compressions!”

  You put one knee on the bed, interlocking your fingers before starting to push on the patient’s chest, huffing with each move as everyone waits in the room with bated breath.

  “Hold compressions,” Robby tells you, waiting to see if the heart restarts, but when he sees the flat line again, he sighs, rubbing a hand down his face, “Push an epi and resume compressions again.”

  You begin to push down on her chest, body, and shoulders, moving with each press, trying to keep your breathing in check while you look at Robby to say something, anything.

  But the line falls flat again after you stop, but before you can bend down to restart CPR, Robby’s voice stops you, “She’s dead,” he announces, looking down at his watch before he exhales deeply, “16:38…” 

  You step down from the bed, throwing your head back with your hands on your hips, shaking your head as you silently mourn the loss of your patient.

  “Doctor Abbot, a word?” 

  Your fingers tighten at your hips, and when you look back at him, you find him already leaving towards the break room, not even waiting for you to follow him. With a scoff, you move behind him, ignoring Mel and Samira’s confused stares.

  “What is it—“

  “What was that?” He stops as soon as you both are in the break room, pressing his lips into a thin line as he intertwines his fingers behind his neck, letting out a humourless chuckle.

  “What was what, Robby? I did what you told me—“ you try to answer as best as possible, but when he turns around, his chocolate eyes overflowing with disbelief.

  “Who does a compression like that? They were too weak, not deep enough, and they were not helping! Just a waste of time on a patient we could have saved—“

  “Don’t you fucking dare!” You raise your voice, pointing to his chest before fisting your hands and lock your hands next to your body, “They were fine, just as they should have been! Don’t put this loss on me, she had a head concussion and god knows how many wood chips in her bloodstream. We didn’t even get to check that—“

  “You are messing up real bad today.”

  “This case was supervised by you, Doctor Robinavitch,” you spit the words out, gone the calm girl who would brush his horrible words off, now replaced with a furious woman, “How hypocritical of you to say belittling isn’t a good way of teaching and yet, you are insulting and belittling me, your girlfriend, Robby!”

  “This is my workplace, I am your Attending, not your goddamn boyfriend,” he replies, his tone dangerously low, and for the first time, he seems to be taken back by his own outburst, dropping his head as he takes a long breath.

  “Fine,” your lips quiver, voice breaking slightly, which makes Robby’s head snap upwards and his eyes widen as he realizes what unbelievable damage he has done, “I’ll leave you to it then.”

  “Wait, honey—“

  “Don’t.”

  With one last glance, you march out of the room toward the nurse’s station, looking for Dana to see if you can clock out earlier. You cannot stay in this place any longer, it is eating you alive and tearing your sanity apart.

  “Have you seen Dana?” As soon as you see her walking with Collins, you approach her with teary eyes, nails digging harshly into your palms, “Dana, I need out.”

  “What happened to you, kid?” She asks, putting her hands on your shoulders, gently rubbing your arms up and down, “Come on, let’s get you some air.”

  Heather only smiles and reaches to pat your back, shaking her head as she watches Dana guide you towards the ambulance bay, turning to glare at Robby, who just stepped out of the break room.

  You don’t have the strength to keep your tears from falling as soon as Dana leads you out. You cry softly, wiping the tears as they stream down your cheeks, melting into Dana’s motherly embrace.

  “I’m sorry—“

  “Shh, you’re okay, kid,” she wraps her arms around you tightly, holding your face to her shoulder as you cry out, “I’m gonna kick his ass, don’t worry.”

  You cackle a little, squeezing her before letting go, allowing her to cup your face in her hands, giving you a soft, defeated look before she starts talking.

  “You are a great doctor, alright? One of our best residents, don’t let a man fuck it up,” she holds your head straight, forcing you to open your eyes and look at her, “He is a dick, I know that—“

  “There’s a but coming and I don’t like it.” You try to move away from her, but she keeps your head locked in place, her gaze turning serious.

  “But…” you sigh, rolling your eyes at her, but she only cracks a smile and continues, “He is lost. It’s been so long since he has felt like this. The last time was with Heather, and let me tell you it was just as bad in the hospital.”

  “So he treats his girlfriend like shit until she gives up?” Your voice shakes again, finally freeing yourself from her grip, pacing in the ambulance bay, “I hate how he says to remain professional, yet all he does is complain and belittle me for my medical decisions and when I bring it up he says it’s all empty fucking words and he doesn’t mean it!”

  “He doesn’t mean any of it, I’m sure—“

  “I’m done, Dana,” you sniff, wiping your tears with the back of your hand, looking at her with eyes full of sorrow. “I can’t take it anymore.”

  “Look at me,” she raises your head with a finger under your chin, her tone dead serious, “I know it must be exhausting, but do you want to know what it is that makes the thing you have so special and worth the effort?”

  “What?” 

  “He is in love with you,” she smiles, bringing you into her arms again, rocking you back and forth as you smell her hospital-induced scent, “I have never seen him like this.”

  “It doesn’t make it okay for him to insult me… he said,” you hiccup on your sob, “He said that when we are here he isn’t my ‘goddamn boyfriend’ and… he said it like the word repulsed him.”

  “He’s such an idiot,” she groans, watching in confusion as you reach for your phone, pulling it out before you call someone, “What are you doing?”

  “I’m calling Jack.”

  “No, ah uh, nope,” she shakes her head, giving you a disapproving look, but she knows how hard Robby’s words must be, and they definitely have taken a toll on you and your relationship. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, kid.”

  “Too late for that,” you sigh, tapping your feet on the ground as you wait for your brother to answer, “Jack, answer the fucking phone.”

  “Hmm?” 

  “Good afternoon, sleepyhead,” you scoff, throwing your hand up when he groans at your voice. “Be at least a bit excited to hear my voice, Jack.”

  “The day I do that you’ll bury me six feet deep,” Jack says on the other side of the phone, voice raspy from the deep sleep he must have had, “Usually texting me fills the hole in your miserable life, sister, how bad is it this time that you needed to call?”

  “I…” you try to say it, you really do, but the words get stuck inside your throat, a slow whine breaks past your lips, alerting your brother on the phone.

  “Hey, hey! What’s up?” His usual sarcastic demeanor fades away, his voice shifting into unimaginable concern, “Talk to me, kid. Are you okay?”

  “I…” you suck in a sharp breath, clearing your throat as you look at Dana smoking a cigarette next to you, “No, I’m not.”

  “Are you physically hurt? Do I need to come? What the fuck’s happened, kiddo?” You can hear him shuffle around, probably putting on his pants to bolt through the door and get himself to the hospital.

  “No and yes,” you sit on the edge of the pavement, “I think I wanna move back in with you—“

  “What the fuck?” He says with so much love, you nearly melt at the spot, “What happened? Did he do something? Do I need to break his nose?”

  “You love him more than you love me, so it doesn’t work like that,” you chuckle, sighing softly as you listen to him grumble and put his prosthetic leg on, “But… yeah, I can’t handle it anymore, I think I’ll move back in with you if you’re okay with it.”

  “Of course, kid, whatever you want,” you hear him zip up his jacket, walking towards the door of his apartment to come and get you. “Wanna tell me what happened?”

  “He’s so mean to me on our shifts, I can’t bear to be the only person he speaks to like that. It’s affecting my practices and my fucking sanity,” you drop your head between your arms, back hunching uncomfortably, “He acts more lovingly with Collins than he does with me and it upsets me so much.”

  “Listen up,” he locks the door and walks to the elevator, “He is an ass for whatever reason he must have, but I know you, and I know him. You don’t deserve to be the one on whom he takes out his frustration, and I know you’ve tried to talk it out with him, but he’s probably too far into his head to listen to the voice of reason. I’m gonna come and get you so we can talk.”

  “Okay, call me when you get here, I’m gonna go see a few patients before I clock out, love you.”

  “Love you, too, kiddo. Stay away from him.”

  “Will do my best,” you say and hang up, shrugging when Dana gives you her significant look, “What now?”

  “Nothing, just you’re too sweet and caring. Robby better get his head outta the water and see what he’s taking for granted.”

  You chuckle, shoving your phone back into your pocket, stretching your arms before getting ready to get back into the hellhole you chose to spend the rest of your residency in, Dana following you after she puts out her cigarette with the tip of her sneakers.

  “Let’s hope it’s not too late for that.”

  •••••

  You barely manage to handle a few patients for the next half hour without running into Robby, stabling, and helping with the triage from time to time until Jack gets here to pick you up.

  “I’m gonna go…” You announce to Dana and Collins, sitting down to finish one last report and head out, “I… I think I might take night shifts from now on.”

  “What?”

  “C’mon, no, that’s a stretch—“ Heather says, sitting down on the rolling chair and moving it to sit next to you, “We need you here. You’re an amazing doctor, besides every shift needs an Abbot at most.”

  “Yeah, well, the whole point of getting into the morning shifts was to learn from and spend time with Robby. Now that went down the fucking drain,” you look at Heather, your tone clipped and exhausted, “He is throwing a year and half relationship away for… whatever reasons. I don’t have to tolerate it anymore.”

  “Please, reconsider this,” Dana jumps in, leaning over the station, “Go for now, take tomorrow off, and talk with Jack.”

  “Will do— and my job’s done here! I’ll see you when I take the night shifts from you,” You smile, hugging both of them quickly before you go to the lockers, grabbing your belongings before you reply to Jack’s ‘I’m here, knucklehead’ with a quick thanks.

  You don’t look behind you as you bolt to the exit of the ED, not hearing Robby’s footsteps following you as you make your way to the park in front of the hospital, seeing Jack’s truck waiting for you.

  “Wait—“

  You don’t. You can’t. If you stay one more minute here, you will lose your mind. You pick up your pace, ignoring the calls of your name as you walk faster, sighing in relief when Jack steps down from his truck, but as soon as you reach him, Robby grabs your arm, not hard enough to hurt you but enough to ground you.

  “Where are you going?” He asks, his eyes wide in anticipation, chest heaving rapidly, as if he is imagining all these, “Your shift isn’t over yet…?”

  “I can’t continue working on a shift that my Attending has no respect for me,” you turn around, looking at him dead in the eyes but the tears betray you sooner than you expected, “I have already told Jack I’ll switch to night shifts with him and he said he’ll sign it off for me—“

  “I did?” Jack whispers, raising his eyebrow at you as he glances between you and Robby.

  “Don’t do this, darling, look at me—“ Robby cups your cheeks in his hands, wiping your tears with his thumb, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know—“

  “I need time! You clearly don’t like me enough to be a decent human being to me on our shifts! I chose to stay with you, to learn from you and be with you during the hard days but you are fucking unbelievable!”

  “Alright, alright,” Jack interrupts when he sees Robby’s glassy eyes, and it is only a matter of time he will breakdown in front of you — something that has never happened before — so he puts his hand on Robby’s back, “I’ll take her home for now, brother. Both of you need some time away from each other.”

  “I’ll see you tomorrow then…” Robby replies hopefully, gently stroking your arm as he stares into your eyes, waiting for any sign of forgiveness, but when he sees none, he nods and steps away.

  You miss the warmth of his grip immediately, but the ache in your chest is far too great to push everything aside and cave in. You need this time off, you must think and come up with a solution. Perhaps the night shift might help you take your mind off him.

  “I’m off tomorrow,” you reply, wiping the tear that falls on your cheek quickly, turning your back to the men who are looking at you attentively, “I just need some space.”

  “Okay…”

  “Alright,” Jack hugs Robby, patting his back, “I think you fucked up big time, brother. Let me talk to her and see what happens, yeah?”

  “Yeah,” Robby nods, head hanging low as he watches you get inside the truck, sighing deeply before he says his goodbye to Jack and leaves, running a hand through his hair while he walks away.

  “Talk, kid,” Jack starts the truck, waiting for you to say something, anything, but you only stifle your sobs and look down at your hands, squeezing your eyes shut, “Only the senior Abbot gets to be the traumatized sad one. So… “

  “He is… a lot, but I thought I could handle it,” you wipe the tears, resting your elbow on the window’s edge, watching how Jack starts turning the wheel and drives the car out of the parking, “Hell, I was handling it, but I didn’t know he would turn into such a short tempered and spiteful person only towards me. He even…” you choke on your sob before you continue, “He even treats Gloria better than me, can you imagine it? He criticizes every diagnosis I make, every order I give, every single pill I prescribe, but it’s just me, his girlfriend…”

  “I’m sorry,” Jack sighs, stopping the car when the light turns red, reaching to hold your hand, his hazel eyes finding your teary ones. He shakes his head slightly, his heart clenching at the sight of you tittering at the edge of a breakdown before he pulls you closer, resting your head on his shoulder, kissing your forehead as the two of you wait for the light to turn green, “He is being a dick to you because he is scared… he did the same thing to Collins but… It’s pretty different this time. I know it, I can see it, he is afraid of losing you more than losing himself.”

  “It doesn’t make sense!” You hiccup, tears spilling from your eyes, “Can’t he see that being so-so harsh on me leads to exactly what he fears? He is losing me, Jack, and I hate it. I don’t want him to lose me, but every day I spend in the ER with him, I feel him slipping away from my fingers slowly. I don’t wanna lose him either.”

  Jack keeps quiet, kissing the crown of your head once or twice as he starts driving again, letting you tell him everything, opening your heart to him.

  “I saw how he was with Heather years ago before I even began to like him,” you say, no longer crying, just voicing your feelings in a numb tone while your heart aches for some sort of relief, “And I thought we were different, I thought he changed, but… maybe there is no hope for us either.”

  “He loves you,” Jack replies, “He loved Heather too, but… he is in love this time.”

  “How are you so sure?” You ask, straightening your back as you look at his side profile, watching how a small smile takes over his face.

  “I know him better than you do, kid.”

  “Maybe that’s the problem,” you scoff playfully, “My brother knows my boyfriend better than I. Are you sure he’s not cheating on me with you?”

  “Please, I’ll never lower my standards to Robby.” he winks at you when you snort, “You bet no one wants him, he’s all yours.”

  “Well, I’m not really sure about that anymore,” you shrug, “I don’t think he’s even mine anymore… and mind you, I always wanted my partner to be like you, so take it as an insult with a grain of salt, asshole.”

  “You wound me,” Jack chuckles, glancing at your soft, unsure smile, “on the night shift thing… Are you sure you want me to be your Attending? I can be worse than him.”

  “I’m used to your horrible attitude, and besides, we don’t have sex, so your chances of hurting me are half as likely.”

  “I’m too old to be the victim of your incest jokes,” he reaches for the remote to open the door to the apartment’s parking lot, “And I do have sex, but unlike you, I don’t like shoving it in my sister’s face.”

  “I never did that!” You laugh, nudging his side with your elbow when he safely parks the car, “I’m just saying I don’t take your insults as my Attending seriously because we’re blood related and I know what goes through your head.”

  “Maybe that’s the problem,” Jack sighs, rubbing a palm over his face, “Not maybe, definitely. He can’t say what goes through his head and… it bottles up inside him until he explodes.”

  “Then that’s too bad, cause the only person he harms is me.”

  ••••••••••

  Robby has been searching for you all through the ER for the past week. You know it is not the most mature way to go through this crisis, but it doesn’t hurt to give him a taste of his own medicine. 

  You start taking the night shifts, meeting with Dana and Collins as night owls take over the floor while you openly avoid Robby at all times, fleeing the scene every time you get so much as a glimpse of his navy blue hoodie in the corner of your eye.

  He, too, has been chasing you relentlessly. Making sure to stay a few more hours to just see you and get to tell you a simple hello, but you go out of your way to hide in the bathroom until Ellis comes and collects you, giving you a thumbs up that means Robby’s given up on finding you again.

  This is the routine for a good few nights; escaping Robby for the first hours of your shift, having a breakdown in the bathroom, save a bunch of lives and argue with your brother — Attending —  until you sneak out of the hospital without Robby seeing you when he comes to take over the floor from your brother.

  Jack forces you to take a few days off this week. You have been running through ER every night on caffeine and energy drinks, four hours of sleep, and a broken heart. So, given how much of a great brother Jack is, he tells you to take a few nights off this week.

  Home alone, comfy under a blanket with a boring movie playing on the TV, the least you could expect is to hear a knock on your brother’s apartment at such a dark hour — and worse? You recognize the pattern of knocks immediately. Three knocks: one slow and unsure, the second one stronger and confident, the last one shy and anticipating.

  You want to disappear, to ignore the knocks and melt through the cushions of the couch. But the very familiar pattern is pulling you in, making your heart race and limbs tingling.

  With some courage that is near nonexistent, you push the blanket off, slowly padding towards the door, flexing and relaxing your fingers a few times, a couple deep breaths before you reach for the door knob, twisting it and revealing a very tired and teary-eyed Robby.

  Your breath hitches as you take him in; shoulders slumped heavily, eyebags much darker than you remember, his body tense with so much unresolved emotion, and his eyes… his eyes, those pools of chocolate brown that always make your face warm and your heart beat rapidly — they are filled to the brim with shame and guilt. It will only take one push to have those watercolor droplets stream down his cheeks.

  “Robby…”

  He closes his eyes, taking a deep inhale as if hearing his name fall from your lips is the freshest air he has ever breathed. You can see him visibly relax, your voice soothing his concerns about your well-being.

  “Hi,” he leans with his hand on the doorframe, looking down at his shoes as he tries to keep his voice from breaking, “Hi…”

  “Hey,” you bite your lip, looking behind him as you try to gather your thoughts, “What are you doing here?”

  “I…” he squeezes his eyes shut, his fingers tightening around the wooden frame, dragging his eyes back to yours slowly, letting you use them as a mirror to his soul, “I had to see you.”

  “Robby—“

  “No, no, let me talk—“ he cuts you off, resting his hands on the bridge of his nose, then sighing and putting them on his hips, “I fucked up, I know that. I-I messed up so bad, I know, I fucking know. You’re a goddamn amazing doctor, my best resident, I loathe myself for how I treated you.”

  “You were so mean…” You can feel your own tears stinging your eyes, and it only gets worse when you look up to him, finding him flushed and on the verge of breaking, “Why?”

  “Just my mind playing tricks on me. I thought if I pushed you away in the hospital, we could work better together, and then-then the lines blurred and I couldn’t notice how far I distanced myself from you.”

  “I was right there, Robby,” you gasp, sucking in a sharp breath as the tears finally burst, “All you had to do was to give us one chance to work together.”

  “Don’t cry,” he whispers, hands shaking as he reaches to cup your face, his face wet from seeing your tears, “I can’t handle it, I will break beyond repair if I see you cry, please…”

  You put your palms on top of his, leaning forward to gently rest your forehead against his, sobbing in his arms. You are quite surprised when you hear him sniff and cry, just as equally pained and sad — he is crying because you are crying.

  “No one deserves your tears,” he leans down and kisses the droplets slowly, his chapped lips making a beautiful contrast with your soft skin. First your cheeks, following the wet path down to your chin before he comes up and pecks your closed eyelids, “Much less me.”

  “Don’t say that—“

  “I’m so sorry, sweet girl,” you can feel him softly crying as he presses his lips to the top of your head, breathing in the scent of your shampoo he so desperately misses, “I can’t function without you on my shifts, I can’t think straight, I can’t… my life is incomplete without you.”

  You tilt your head back, forcing him to look at you, but the way you gaze at him only spurs him on to continue, and when those three words fall from his lips, he can no longer control his emotions.

  “I love you,” he closes his eyes, silent tears streaming down his cheeks, wetting his beard each passing moment, “I don’t show it a lot, I’ve treated you so poorly, you must be thinking I don’t care about you, but I do, a lot. I love you, and there is nothing nearly as good as you in my life. I hang in there for twelve hours, but when I see you, it feels like my entire life makes sense, like I have a purpose, a reason to come back, a reason to move forward.”

  “Oh, Robby…” you cup his cheeks, pulling his face down, brushing your nose against his, “I love you too, so much.”

  You close the distance, pressing your lips to his softly, just a taste, perhaps a promise of a better tomorrow. He doesn’t rush you either, he kisses you back with relief, the weight lifting off his shoulders slowly. 

  He doesn’t deepen the kiss, allowing you to lead him this time, tasting the remaining bittersweet flavor of his nicotine gum. Robby’s hands go to your back, pulling you closer if possible, feeling the heat of your body seeping through the layers of his outfit.

  “Robby,” you break the kiss, hovering your lips over his as you speak, “I still need some time. I… I have been getting along with the night shift, and I need some time away.”

  “Name it and it’s yours,” he nods, his fingers tightening around your waist, “I’ll do anything you ask, anything.”

  “I know, my love,” you pout, stroking his bearded cheek gently, “There are a lot of things we have to work on, but for now… I need to step back.”

  “Alright.”

  •••••••

  Maybe it was a bad decision to listen to your brother and take another night off. You feel useless being home alone without your stethoscope around your neck and those god-awful tight scrubs the hospital gave you.

  Now you are sure it was a terrible decision to take the night off, because now you have to explain to a very anxious brother and a much more anxious boyfriend why you and nearly thirty other injured people are being rushed to the PTMC’s ER.

  “Abbot?” Shen is in the triage they made of the ambulance bay, rushing towards you with Ellis in toe to help you out of the car, “What the fuck? What happened to you?”

  “I was in the same restaurant, fuck, my leg—“ you groan, clinging to the doctors as they sit you on the wheelchair, Shen giving Ellis a look to take you inside, dodging the gurneys and patients left and right until she finds you an empty corner, telling you to wait for someone to come and help you, “I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me.”

  “Kid?” Dana gasps, jogging toward you as soon as her eyes fall on your face and stretched leg, “Fucking hell, you okay? What are you doing here?”

  “I wanted to have a nice dinner out, unfortunately, it was the same restaurant that collapsed,” you scoff, trying to pull the sundress you are wearing down to cover at least your mid-thigh. “Don’t give me that look, I’m fine! Probably just a hairline fracture on my Fibula and a bunch of bruises on my body.”

  “You look like you’ve fist fought a three hundred pound man,” she glares at you, kneeling in front of your wheelchair to take a look at the bruises on your neck and arms, “For whatever’s worth, you look like a piece of candy in this dress.”

  “Too bad no one was there to appreciate me,” you crack a smile, hissing when she pushes the sundress’ sleeve further down your shoulder, her fingers stroking the huge purple-ish spot.

  “I’m gonna order you a CT, can’t wait to get a doctor here,” she looks at you, noticing the sadness in your eyes, “You look beautiful, don’t worry about him, he’s a moron.”

  “I’m more worried about how he’ll lose his shit if he sees me like this—“

  “Sister?!”

  “Jesus fucking christ,” you groan, tipping your head back as Jack runs towards you, kneeling on the other side of the wheelchair as he takes in your state. You look at Dana, giving her a pleading look, “Help me escape?”

  “And miss Robby hovering around you like a mother hen? Hell, nah,” she chuckles, caressing your head before she stands up, “You’re in good hands, kid. Dr. Abbot here knows a thing or two about medicine.”

  “Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny, Dana,” Jack rolls his eyes playfully before he looks back to you. “How bad is the leg? Did you hit your head? Let’s get you a CT first, then radiology—“

  “Nope, I don’t need a head CT, I just need some painkillers and an X-ray. Think I have a tiny hairline fracture in my leg—“

  “Can you stand on your feet?” He asks, helping you up with his hands on your waist, watching how you stand up in pain, “Where does it hurt the most?”

  “Around my ankle, lateral malleolus,” you hiss again, holding onto Jack’s shoulder as he guides you back on the wheelchair, “Maybe it’s not even a fracture, just a sprain, yeah?”

  “Possibly, but you’re not the doctor here.” he fixes you with a stern look as he applies pressure around your ankle, trying to see where it hurts the most. “Let the adults handle this.”

  “Then get a responsible adult in here,” you say, laughing when he makes a gurgling noise, pressing on the spot where it hurts the most, making you shrink and pull your feet out of his grasp. “You’re pushing fifty and still act like you’re ten. Grow up.”

  “Unfortunately for you your ‘responsible adult’ is Robby who is—“ he turns around, finding Robby stopping midway when he gets a glimpse of you on a wheelchair, “Near freaking the fuck out. Have fun, Miss Abbot.”

  “Wait— no! He can’t treat me, he can’t handle it, I swear, Jack, if you take one more step—“

  Your words die in your throat as you watch Robby walk your way quickly, his hands shaking and his eyes — his sad fucking puppy eyes that have your heart running miles an hour — scanning your entire body in a hurry.

  “What happened?” Robby’s voice shakes as he reaches to hold your cheek in his hands, his touch hesitant and trembling, “What did Jack say? Do-do you need to go up? Are you okay—“

  “Robby, I’m fine,” you reply gently, smiling as he keeps on bombarding you with several questions you have already answered, watching as he closes his eyes and shakes his head when he sees the huge bruise on your shoulder, “It’s nothing. I’ll be back to my very energetic ER resident in a few days. I can even help now—“

  “No, absolutely not,” he purses his lips, ghosting his knuckles over your bruise before he sighs and looks back to your face, “You gonna go home, take some painkillers, you know which ones help you the most, and rest. What were you doing there anyway? What happened?”

  “I wanted to treat myself to a nice dinner, got ready and all,” and you smile shyly when his eyes finally drag on your body, taking in the way the sundress clings to your chest and stomach.

  “Fuck,” he huffs out a laugh, “Bad timing, darling. Now I’ll be thinking about this for the rest of the night.”

  “Good,” you reach for his hand, stroking his fingers as you explain what happened there. “There was some construction work on the building next to the restaurant. One second, everything was fine, but then something dropped on us, half of the ceiling came down, and we ran out. I fell down while I was trying to get past the exit.”

  “You’re lucky you didn’t hit your head,” his tone grows serious, bringing your hand to his lips, pressing a quick kiss to your knuckles, “But what if you did? You should have told someone you were there, you have to stop being so reckless and—“

  “Robby—“

  “What if something worse happened to you—“

  “Robby—“

  “What if you ended up like one of these people, I wouldn’t be able to live—“

  “Michael, stop!” The way his first name falls from your lips freezes him immediately, his eyes widen in terror, but when he sees you smiling at him, he melts down instantly, “Look at me, I’m fine! Nothing a splint and Tylenol can’t fix, besides, I have two doctors hovering around me all the time. I’m fine and I will be fine, okay?”

  “Okay…” he nods, clinging to your hand as he fights a few unshed tears, “I panicked, I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be, I’d be worse if you were in my position,” you sigh in annoyance when you see Whitaker coming your way, squeezing Robby’s hand to get his attention, “Go, they need you now. I’ll buy the splint on the way home, I just need to find my bag.”

  “I have it!” Dana comes with Jack on toe, “Checked for keys, phone, credit cards, a bunch of lipsticks, and your necklace. All in there and good to go.”

  “Thank you, seriously!” You say, resting your arm around Robby’s shoulder as he helps you up by one hand on your ribs and the other on your waist, “Don’t worry about me, I can get home safely, alright?”

  “You need a key? I can hand you mine,” Jack says, and raises an eyebrow when you hesitate and bite your lip, looking back at Robby before you shake your head and grab your purse, “What?”

  “I think I’ll go back home,” you utter softly, looking into Robby’s eyes as his pupils blow in surprise, “If it’s okay with you?”

  “You wanna come back?” He asks, his voice no louder than a whisper, his grip tightening on you as he waits for an answer.

  “Yeah…”

  “Okay then,” Jack interrupts, “Sorry to be the bearer of the bad news, but we've got patients and you need to rest. So go back to your place and sleep.”

  “Do you…” Robby clears his throat, “Do you have the keys? Or should I grab mine—“

  “No, I have mine,” you smile, leaning up as best as you can on one foot to kiss his cheek, “I’ll see you back home.”

  “Yeah, sure,” you say your goodbyes to others as well, giving Dana and Jack a halfway hug, limping over to the back door of the floor before you call for an Uber and drive back home.

  •••••••

  You take the advice and rest. You don’t know what time it is when you hear the quiet jiggling of the keys and the front door being pushed open, but the familiar sound of footsteps is enough to calm your racing mind.

  “Hey,” you say, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you sit up on the bed, watching how Robby relaxes immediately when he spots you.

  He takes off his hoodie and scrubs, sitting on the edge of the bed topless as he takes off his socks slowly, sighing contently when you scoot closer, rubbing a hand over his warm back, kissing his broad shoulder.

  “How are you?” He asks, turning around so he can take a better look at your face, “Anything hurt?”

  “No,” you reply, gently running your fingers on his neck, caressing his collarbone, “I’m okay. How are you?”

  “Honestly?” He scoffs, looking down at your exposed thighs, under one of his worn-out t-shirts you have on, “Exhausted, but… I’m very happy you are back.”

  “I’m happy to be back too,” you lean down to kiss his shoulder again, “Go take a shower and come back to me. It’ll help you relax.”

  He nods and leans down to peck your lips, sighing in relief when he rests his forehead on yours. Robby nods again and, with a deep breath, he forces himself to stand up and let your hand fall from his skin.

  He comes back ten minutes later, hair towel dried and another one hanging dangerously low on his hip bones. He lets out another tired sigh, smiling when he finds you sitting up against the headboard.

  “I missed having you here.”

  “I missed being here,” you point to the empty space next to you, extending your hand so he knows what to do, watching as he slowly crawls on the bed, carefully resting his head on the soft podge of your stomach, circling his arms around your waist.

  “You’re okay, Michael.” You thread your fingers through his soft hair, gently rubbing his scalp as he hums and buries his face further into your belly, “I got you, my love.”

  “I thought I was losing you,” he tears up, biting his tongue in order to stop himself from crying, but it is in vain because the second you lean down to press a kiss on his head, he is breaking, “I did, for a few days… and it was the worst time of my life. I wasn’t alive, I… I just existed. I breathed, but I felt numb. I couldn’t believe that I let my insecurities get this far, that I had to let go of you.”

  “But I’m here now,” you wrap your other arm around his shoulder, holding him close as he cries silently, his shoulders shaking, but not a sound coming from him, “I’m here to work on these things. I never left to begin with, I… I should have knocked some sense into you when you told me my CPR pose was bad.”

  “That was a low blow, I’m sorry,” he holds on to you tightly, one of his large palms starting to caress your hips to your knees, letting his fingers follow the path of your thigh, “You’re a magnificent doctor, and I’m sorry that you had to endure months of suffering because of me. Fuck, I should have been the one to stop others not to be the one to give you a hard time.”

  “It’s over now, Robby.” You watch him sit up slowly, his much larger body cornering yours to the headboard without even trying to, “We gonna figure this out. I’ll stay on night shifts until we sort out everything, but for now, I just want my boyfriend.”

  He nods, closing the gap between your face until he reaches your lips, pressing a soft, experimental kiss before you grab the back of his neck to deepen it. Robby keeps himself up by one hand on the headboard and the other on your hip, moving his lips with yours in sync.

  “I don’t wanna hurt you more—“

  “Shh,” you nibble on his bottom lip, gently lowering your back on the mattress before you pull him on top of you, your free hand playing with the edge of the towel around his hips, “You will definitely hurt me if you deny my request.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, I need you, Robby.” You frown when he doesn’t immediately get rid of the towel, and his eyes lock in on your face. Suddenly, a wave of sadness hits you: “You don’t want to… have sex?”

  “No! I do, I really do!” He chuckles, lowering himself on top of you after he pushes the covers off your body, grabbing your hand gently before he brings it to the very evident bulge under the towel, “See what you do to me? I need you too, so so badly, but I will hate myself if I make you uncomfortable more than you probably are.”

  “Stop overthinking and fuck me already!”

  “Yes, ma’am,” he leans down again, kissing you passionately while you untuck the towel and drop it on the floor, making him hiss in pleasure as you wrap your arms around his aching lenghth, “Fuck, I missed this.”

  “Me too,” you reply breathlessly, letting him pull off your — his — shirt and pushing your panties to the side, “If you don’t do anything, I won’t let you sleep on this bed for another week.”

  “Bossy,” he kisses you quickly before he grabs your thigh in his hand, mindful of your other foot being in a splint while he makes home between your legs, his heavy cock resting on your hip as he tries to adjust your positions, “Jack’s wearing off on you.”

  “Don’t talk about my brother when you are about to fuck me,” you wrap both of your arms around his shoulder and your good leg around his waist, “Unless you two have something for each other that I don’t know about.”

  “Have some faith in me, I have a good taste in Abbots, and he is not the one,” you both laugh, and he nudges your nose with his, his warm brown eyes filled with pent-up lust and longing, “I love you.”

  “I love you too, so much.”

  He pulls you in for another kiss, guiding the tip of his cock to your soaked entrance, easing himself into you slowly, careful of your bruises. 

  Both of you moan into each other’s mouths, clinging to the other with every fiber of your being as Robby stretches you out, pushing his cock until he has nothing to give. His dick’s snuggled tightly between your velvet walls, your cunt gripping him like a vice and never wanting to go.

  He gasps when you clench around him, resting his forehead on yours as both of you begin to pant, your chests heaving with each breath.

  “You feel so good, Robby,” you whimper, nails digging into his broad shoulders as he pulls his hips back and snaps them forward, making your breath hitch as his cock reaches deep inside you.

  “You look so fucking beautiful,” his lips fall open as he picks up his pace, burying his face into the crook of your neck, “The most perfect human ever.”

  “Oh, fuck—“ you throw your head back, tangling your fingers in Robby’s soft short hair, tugging at it as he slams himself inside you with a newfound desire — his movements tactical enough not to hurt you but just the right amount of roughness to make your leg shake around his hip, “I’m not gonna last long!”

  “Me neither, darling,” he groans, the sound of squelching filling the room, nearly tripping over the edge when he sees you reaching between your bodies to rub on your clit, “Fuck, baby…”

  “I’m gonna come—“ you release a loud moan, spilling around his girth as you reach your peak, your heel digging into his butt as you writhe beneath him.

  “There you go, sweet girl,” he beams at you, watching as your face twists in pleasure; lips swollen with all the kissing, eyes shut and lashes kissing your cheeks, “I’m so close…”

  “Inside,” you open your eyes, cupping his cheek in your hand while caressing his face, “Come inside me, Michael.”

  “Fuck, fuck—“ he groans, thrusting hard and fast into you a few more times before he begins to tremble, biting down on the skin of your neck as he comes, his cock twitching inside you, filling you up to the brim.

  He comes for an embarrassingly — in his opinion — long time, just holding you close and panting into your skin while he shoots thick ropes of his cum inside your cunt.

  You pull him down until he rests the majority of his weight on you. You have to force him, though, because he thinks it would hurt your bruises and put you in pain, but his weight grounds you.

  The proximity makes his head spin in warmth, but you can feel how worried he is, so you don’t keep him caged on top of you, allowing him to pull away until he can get a better look at your body.

  “Please be careful next time,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss the large bruise on your collarbone, then the one on your arm, then lower on the side of your stomach, “Or better, I keep you locked up so I know you’re safe.”

  “You can’t even get me locked up in a surgery, good luck with doing it for the rest of my life,” you chuckle, thanking him when he helps you sit up.

  “I think I need another shower,” he says, standing up, naked as the day he was born, before he turns to you, extending his hand for you to take, “Care to join me?”

  “You’re far too horny for your age, Dr. Robby,” you tease him, but take him on his offer nevertheless, resting your weight on his arm as he slowly helps you limp to the bathroom.

  “I’m not old,” he scowls, and you laugh at his little frown, smoothing a finger between his brows, “but no, I don’t wanna have sex, I just wanna hold you, sweet girl.”

  “Nothing is stopping you, my love.”

[dahlibae]

MOMMYS SMART GIRL.

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(wanda maximoff x fem!reader)

summary — you finally graduated, finally a real adult, but you’ll always be wanda’s little girl.

warning(s) — drabble: age gap couple, smut, fingering(r!receiving), cunnilingus(r!receiving), tribbing, overstimulation, nipple suckling, mommy wanda, reader experience lil sub drop, aftercare! (18+)

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“You’re such a pretty little baby.” Wanda praised, her fingers sinking deep inside you as your body rocked back and forth against the soft sheets below.

Today had been a very special day for you both. You had finally graduated college, a milestone that had felt so far away when you first walked onto campus, uncertain of what the future would hold. But here you were, already stepping into the next chapter with a corporate job lined up in the city. You couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment, of all the hard work that had led you to this moment.

But as much as this day was about you, it was also about Wanda. She had been your constant, your anchor, since freshman year. When you met, neither of you could have known the journey you’d embark on together. From late-night study sessions in her home office to early morning coffee runs, she had been by your side. She'd supported you through every breakdown, every tear-streaked face as you questioned your worth, your place in the world. And somehow, she always knew exactly what to say to pull you back from the edge.

Through every stressful exam, every late-night cram session, she had been there, not just as a girlfriend, but as your best friend. She knew your weaknesses and loved you anyway. She was your strength when you felt weak and your safe space when the world outside felt too big and too overwhelming. You could still remember the way she held you the night before your biggest presentation, whispering sweetest words of encouragement when you doubted yourself.

She always believed in you, even when you didn’t believe in yourself.

“Such a smart girl. Been so good all year, haven’t you? I’m so proud of you.” She cooed, as she curled her fingers, expertly brushing your walls with a soft pressure she knew you loved. “But you don’t have to use your brain now, okay? Let Mommy take care of you.”

“Mhmm.” You managed to reply, your mind immediately emptied from her soothing words.

“Good girl.” She emphasised with one last kiss to your lips, before trailing down your body to your hips. There, she gently nipped your protruding bones before making her way to your thighs, biting and licking her way up to between your legs. She leaned down; a long, slow lick up your slit, her tongue pushed flat against your clit, as she circled your bundle of nerves.

The added stimulation was almost too much. Your head became even more fuzzy as you whined and twisted in each direction. Unsure of whether you wanted to escape her touch or draw her in closer. You reached down and grabbed her blonde curls, deciding you needed her closer, needed to finish, as you rocked your hips in into her mouth.

It took Wanda all but 3 seconds to recognise your slight tug and she released your clit, climbing back up your body, “What is it, baby? You don’t wanna cum?”

You replied, “Yes, Mommy. Just want you close.”

She should’ve known, whenever you were so deep in this headspace, you had always wanted to feel Wanda close. Restraints hadn’t worked out for you both the first time, leaving you vigorously upset being denied the chance to feel her close as you came.

She hadn’t moved quick enough and you started to whine before she cut you off, “Okay, baby. I’m right here.” She pressed herself over you, before deciding she wanted to come aswell. She moved your legs into position, spread far apart for her body to fit between, before pressing herself down against you. She tested the new position with a few rocks of her hips that had you head thrown back, mewling abashedly into her hair.

“Oh, does that feel good, baby?”

Your response was another moan.

She rocked her hips harder, feeling herself build at the feeling of your clit brushing against hers. The sight of your breasts bouncing as she thrusted into you turned her on even more, her arousal building dangerously fast. She knew she couldn’t be too hard—too rough— with you right now. And so, she slowed, and held you in her arms, tucking her head into your neck as she whispered sweet nothings, “You’re gonna make me cum. You feel so good, baby. You wanna cum with Mommy?”

She felt your hip snap up to hers, chasing the feeling as you began to fall over the edge, and she revelled in the way you curled into her form. She pulled back for a second just enough to be able to fit her hand between as she pressed hard circles against your clit, drawing out your orgasm enough until the pleasure became painful. Your body trembled as you sobbed carelessly into her curls. She was on you again, thrusting fast against your pussy. Her arousal now at its peak, and she too fell over the edge. Her own moans released into your curls.

Her movement slowed but didn’t stop and the overstimulation caused you to cry out. She shushed you gently, stroking your cheek gently as she got off of you, and pulled you into her chest. “Good girl. You did so well, my love.”

You fisted at your eyes, the warm tears burning against your skin.

“You know Mommy loves you, right?” She pulled you closer in, her bare breast flush against your cheek as she offered you one to suckle on, while her fingers wiping the remnants of your tears before pressing light kisses to your face.

You hummed in agreement. Your brain still unable to form proper words and also your mouth now busy attached to her nipple. But your eyes fluttered shut, suddenly not feeling so intense and emotional anymore. The calm buzz that usually followed after sex with Wanda finally set in.

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[beepbeepdespair]

a diagnosis sure would be very tasty around now

[asvtrials]

𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒

Emperor Geta x fem!reader, minors dni!

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summary: Emperor Geta was a selfish lover. He expected you to give him everything, every thread of your being, body, and soul. Yet he refused to do the same. Why would he? He was the Emperor and you were nothing but his concubine, not too long ago you were a common whore that he just happen to take a liking to, just a vessel for his satisfaction. So why was his mind suddenly screaming for him to kneel before you, to let your thighs straddle his face until he suffocates? warnings/tags: smut, mention of an orgy in the beginning, mention of exhibitionism, generally ancient Rome things, Emperor Geta tries to act unbothered but is smitten for his concubine, facesitting, oral (f! receiving), p in v, kind of rough, sub/dom dynamics (obviously), implied abuse, potentially out of character, not accurate to the Gladiator franchise...

a/n: This man is consuming my thoughts. This is me basically pushing my pussy drunk Geta agenda. I love the idea of Emperor Geta being arrogant and selfish but caving at the idea of hearing her scream and moan as loudly as that woman. 'Mae Columba' means my dove, 'Corculum' means sweetheart. Also, this is my first time writing this man

tags: @teechallas-blog @ladynoonwraith @quuinyoung @ghostinhours @slasherflickchick @marn13s-vilewhispers @munsongirl48 @getas-empress @hillarymurray4 @cleo-2345 @lookingformuses @meganfoxismywife @claa-01 @funsquadgoalzz-blog w/c: 3.3k English is not my first language. Sorry for any mistakes I make. I tried present tense for the first time.

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Your thin tunic provides you with little to no warmth, yet you weren't cold even on this chilly night.

Your Emperor's hand runs up and down your right side, his fingers keep grazing your nipple but he is too focused on conversing with Macrinus to notice the impact of his action.

Your eyes wander around the room, from the people who drank, smoked, and laughed, too gone to do anything other than that, to the numerous naked, sweaty bodies intertwined with each other in the most intimate way that was humanly possible.

Yet there was nothing intimate about what you observe. It was primal and carnal, most of them didn't even look like people anymore, the scene becoming too animalistic and raw.

These types of gatherings were rather common in the Palatine and you have gotten used to settings like this one. But this time you couldn't take your eyes off of two people. Two prostitutes amongst the crowd of moving bodies caught your attention.

A woman sitting on top of a man, on his face… The expression of pure bliss she had looks like it was taken out of a vulgar painting, a carefully crafted sculpture depicting the most euphoric moment of one's life. The man's tongue works meticulously on the woman’s cunt making her scream and moan like she was touched by the god's themselves.

The sight was enough for your breath to get caught in your throat. 

That made Emperor Geta turn with a frown, some wine dripping from his full lips. You don’t notice that his eyes travel the path of your gaze, focusing on the same pair as you.

You snap back to reality when his hand gripped your thigh. If you weren't used to his rough touches you would yelp in pain.

When you meet his eyes, there's something behind them that makes you pause. Without a second glance, he turns back to his conversation, leaving you confused. But you don’t miss the way his hand slides further between your legs, almost teasingly.

It wasn't unusual for him to touch you in front of everyone, be it in these types of events or when the gladiator fights bored him to the point where he ordered you to get on your knees and ‘entertain’ him yourself.

But this time, his thumb merely grazes the thin fabric of your tunic between your legs as his hands grip your exposed thigh. Possessively.

Your mind started to race. Did you anger him? Was he upset?

You are in a room filled with naked bodies fucking each other like animals and it never angered him before when you watched. Sometimes you would even comment how ‘sloppy’ their technique was and he would chuckle. So what happened now?

You lean on his side, sliding your hand to his cheek, caressing it gently. He doesn’t react but he doesn’t push you away either. That feels like a win, an opening.

After being his concubine for so long you learned how to behave around him, how to slither your way out of trouble in case you had upset him.

A little touch here, a kiss there, a plea for forgiveness honeyed with praises about how good he is to you along with some dick sucking usually does the trick.

Geta was an emperor but he was also a man with a very big ego. You quickly understood that as much as it is a nuisance it could also become an advantage.

By the time you followed him to his chambers, it was well past midnight.

He had made it a habit to share a bed with you, not even the guards looked surprised anymore.

He walks inside the moment the guards open the heavy doors. He reaches for his golden belt with a heavy sigh but you quickly stop him. “Let me, my Emperor.” You speak, your voice soft. You quickly approach him and meet his stern gaze, waiting for his approval.

Geta lets go of the belt, letting his arms fall to his sides. He looks spent and tired from the long day but you could sense something else frustrating him.

Carefully, you undo his belt, feeling his shoulders relax at the loss of the heavy material. Your eyes travel up his body before finally meeting his gaze through your lashes but you are met with the same cold look from before. 

You take a step back to settle the belt on the table. You aren’t sure if you should approach him again. You expected him to kiss you, to touch you while you were so close but he didn't do either. He just watched you with a raised brow and gritted teeth.

You avert your gaze, focusing on the detailed carvings of the table ignoring the fact that you had seen it a million times before.

You hear his sandals brush against the marble floor, making you shiver. You weren't sure what to expect, he hasn't looked this displeased with you in a long while.

“Mae Columba” ‘My dove’ he says, his voice barely above a whisper but it still held the authority of an Emperor. “Do you know why you wear such lavish cloths?” He asks, not expecting you to answer before continuing, his voice dropping “Why do you smell as good as you smell? Why do golden jewels hang from your ears and wrap around your wrists? Why you aren't passed around my soldiers like a common whore?” 

He was right behind you now, his arms coming to cage you between him and the table. 

His harsh words forced tears to collect on your lash line. You took a deep breath but your voice still quivered as you spoke. “Because you're the Emperor…”

“Because I'm the Emperor.” He repeats softly against your ear, yet there is no softness in his tone. “Then why do you wish for me to become someone else?” 

“I don—” 

“Lies!” He shouts, making you flinch away.

You don't dare to face him, remaining turned to him as his hands start to wander down your sides. “I saw how you looked at those filthy commoners…you were entranced, my dove” 

“My Emperor I—” 

“Have I not done enough for you?” He whispered, but his quiet tone gave you no comfort. His hands moved to your clothed chest, squeezing your breasts mercilessly.

A small whine escapes your lips, your back arching against him. “You gave me everything, my Emperor.” You manage to say through rugged breaths.

He hums pleased. “Clearly not enough since you wish to see me between your legs like a filthy whore.” He murmurs against your ear.

“No!” You yelp, grabbing his forearms after he squeezes your breasts particularly hard. 

Your thighs meet in an attempt to soothe the aching between your legs. “I promise.”

“You promise?” He asks, his tone dripping with disbelief and mockery. 

“Yes! I promise.” You reply quickly, desperation seeping out of your words.

“On the bed.” he commands lowly and you comply without words.

The bed was thrice the size of the bed you used to sleep in, soft with satin sheets and numerous pillows. A bed that an emperor deserved. You weren't sure if you deserved it, yet here you were, lying on the Emperor's sheets like you did many other times.

He looms over your lying figure eyes rolling down every curve of your body like a wolf eyeing a little lamb. His favorite little lamb. 

The one that he never feasts upon but rather chases around until the poor thing is spent and exhausted and pliant for him to bite all he wants.

Geta’s hands find your ankles and he pulls you to him, earning a surprised yelp from you. He crawls to you, entrapping you between his arms once again.

He melts against your mouth, lips moving harshly against yours, refusing to give you a second to breathe. You cry loudly when his teeth sink into your bottom lip.

“My Emperor” you moan against his rough endeavors but he doesn’t stop, you aren’t sure if he even heard you. He was too busy squeezing your already bruising flesh, not even bothering to remove your tunic.

Red liquid escapes from the wound that Geta so eagerly opened. The metallic taste travels to your mouth but he doesn’t seem to mind, and as much as it scares you, neither do you. Instead, you claw at his back breathlessly repeating your words “My Emperor…Let me show you my devotion.”

Geta studies you, his big eyes making him look almost innocent under the dim candlelight.

His lips open to speak his mind, your spit and blood coating them but instead of speaking, he gently caresses your bottom lip with his thumb, smearing the blood.

What are these thoughts? These foolish ideas that plague his mind? His gaze couldn’t deter from your tearful eyes as he let his thumb run down your chin, the faint color of the blood following along.

You were so easy to break, to tear apart and carve as you pleased. He always did just that.

Yet you always came back.

You didn’t have a choice, he wasn’t foolish enough to forget that. But still, you looked at him with a particular dedication that Gate couldn’t quite comprehend. 

Basically, involuntarily he whispers, letting his palm rest on the side of your face “You’ve proven your devotion, corculum. You’ve been so good…” Geta leans closer, his nose pressing your cheek. He breathes in your scent, fighting the urge to squeeze your face with his fingers.

Your breath hitches when he pushes his thumb past your inviting lips and he feels a moan threaten to spill when you sucked on his digit immediately. He couldn’t uncover any thoughts behind your eyes, only lust. Lust for him. Just like he lusted you.

Why is his breath coming out so short, why is his heart threatening to jump from his chest and into your arms? He isn’t even inside you yet and he feels like he can’t think properly.

You weren’t quiet during your shared activities but Geta was always too focused on his own selfish pleasure, rarely caring about yours.

But right now he feels the inexplicable urge to make you scream his name, to make everyone in the palace know, everyone in Rome, the urge to get on his knees and worship you just to get the blessing of your sounds in return.

Oh, you were sent by Venus herself, there was no doubt. There was no other explanation for his crazed thoughts.

The whine that he brings from you when he pulls his hand away burns something deep in his chest. He quickly yanks at his clothes, uncovering his naked, toned body.

Your eyes don’t dare to travel down but you find yourself on your fours, crawling to him. You press your lips to his stomach, tracing his toned body with your lips and tongue softly, teasingly.

A low growl leaves Geta from deep within his throat as he runs his hand through your hair, nearly gently before he grips your locks. He pulls your head back forcing your eyes to meet his, the sudden harshness causing you to freeze.

“You are an enchantress, aren’t you? You have turned me into a madman.” He mutters softly, his tone almost despairing as his blunt nails massage your scalp.

Looking up at him through your lashes you blink, unsure of what to say. Was this an indictment? It sounded more like a statement.

“I wouldn’t do such a thing, my Emperor.” You say softly.

He hums quietly, eyes falling to your legs and he has to swallow hard.

He has seen you like this so many times, and yet you left him speechless every time. From the first time he had bed you, you had left him speechless. Put a spell on him the moment he pushed his cock inside your warm, dripping cunt.

His mind told him to pound you against the mattress as hard as he could, so that every time your core throbbed tomorrow you would remember how vile it was for you to imagine him, your Emperor, between your thighs.

But his body betrayed him. He leans in, his bottom lip grazing your inner thigh.

“I don’t think you realize what you’re doing to me, mae columba” He whispers, so quietly that you could miss it if your senses weren’t so heightened.

He released a quivering breath before pressing his lips on your skin. You gasp at the action, gripping the smooth sheets. The feeling of your flushed skin against his lips was exhilarating, it was the beginning of something that he wasn’t sure he could control. 

Without a second thought, his mouth starts to bruise your thighs fervently, his teeth plunging into your flesh like you were his last meal before the guillotine.

Your moans and cries fill the room and Geta’s heart as he continues to mark your thighs, his intensity matching a starved wolf.

He wanted more. He was insatiable, he was always insatiable.

With a swift movement, he flips the both of you. You yelp in surprise, as you land on his chest, your legs spread apart. 

His head finds the soft mattress but he wouldn’t care even if it was the hard floor. All he could focus on was your clothed core, inches away from his face.

“My Emperor!” You begin. You weren’t sure what to say, how are you even supposed to react to such a scene?

Rome’s Emperor gazing at you between your thighs, looking as famished as ever.

“Quiet.” He growls, his arms coming to wrap around your thighs. His hands slowly travel up your body, dragging your tunic with his fingers revealing more of your skin.

Your naked cunt was inches away from his face, his breath hitting your soaked folds sending a shiver down your spine.

His eyes couldn’t leave your core, mouth watering at the sight. Impatient, you peel off the dress, revealing your naked body.

It was a pattern whenever you were around him. But this time it didn’t make your cheeks burn about being so vulnerable before his ravenous gaze. On the contrary, it made your chest flutter with satisfaction as you lay on top of one of Rome’s brutal Emperors.

No warning was given to you before he harshly pulled you down to him. His tongue lays flat against your pussy, emitting a desperate sound from you. Soon enough he was lost in the feeling of your wetness.  There was no point in fighting your spell anymore, he was already hypnotized. 

Your eyes can’t leave his face. The way he loses himself so eagerly forces your breath to become shallow and desparate.

His tongue laps on your cunt sloppily, and your juices run down his chin though he never wavers, not even for a second. His mouth worked against your folds like he wanted to consume you whole, to drain you of your essence.

“Gods!” You moan loudly, throwing your head back. “My Emperor!” You cry out.

He whimpers against your pussy, he fucking whimpers. You aren’t sure if you can hold on much longer after that. It seems like any fear or shame you had abandoned your body because you start to rock your hips against his face, his nose brushing against clit with every move.

“I can’t take it anymore, my Emperor—” you gasp, your body trembling uncontrollably.

He grabs your waist, his nails digging into your skin possesively. He pulls you even closer to him, if that is even possible, his tongue running over your folds callously.

Your climax came to you like a violent wave, your body shakes violently after your release. Geta doesn’t stop though, his tongue collecting your fluids even if you jolted and whined.

He only stopped when he had nothing else to take. Like always.

You fall to the side, your mouth agape as you pant frenziedly. Geta isn’t looking any better, his slick-covered lips are parted slightly and his chest rises and falls rapidly.

“Gods…” You breathe out.

Geta finally finds his strength again, moving to position himself above you. His burning body pressed against your side, his lips brushing your temple. “Where the gods between your legs, corculum?”

“That’s what it felt like” You whisper and he fought the urge to smirk. 

“Turn around.” He orders lowly, the playfulness draining from his voice.

With all the strength left in you, you comply, turning around to lie on your chest. You gasp when the Emperor effortlessly lifts your thighs off the mattress. 

You whine at the feeling of his hard cock brushing against your dripping cunt. 

With one forceful push he’s inside your tight walls and you scream. Your nails rake at the satin sheets as he grunts at the warmness that envelops his cock. “You always feel so good, my dove. Like you were made for me” He groans, his head thrown back in ecstasy.

“P-perhaps I was” You moan, the sound muffled by the sheets, your eyes nearly rolling back.

He sneers lowly. “Always know just what to say. How to bewitch me with your words…”

You yelp when you feel his hand clutch your jaw and pull you backward. Your back slams against his hard chest. He draws his hips back making you whine at the feeling of his dick slipping away before slamming it back inside. He did it again and again until you were crying and clawing at his hand.

“My Emperor!” You cry out and if it wasn’t for his strong hands you would’ve fallen forward.

His cock hits you so deep, so good you can’t help the tears that run down your flushed cheeks and the lewd cries that fall from your lips still they aren’t nearly as lewd as the wet, sloppy sounds that follow after every intense thrust.

His own grunts are so loud against your ear that you swear you can come from the sounds he’s making alone. It was never this intimate with Geta, so close. He usually pushes your head against the pillows and fucks you into the mattress like an animal. You rarely see his face or hear his sounds other than the harsh words he spews at you.

Your back arches at the harshness of his thrusts, and your head falls on his shoulder. His hand slides down to your core. You feel his smirk against your ear when he flicks your clit and you flinch.

“Geta!” You scream his name as you come for a second time for the night, your voice hoarse from all the screaming.

If your brain wasn't mushed from pleasure you would slap a hand over your mouth, bracing yourself for his palm landing on your cheek.

He grabs your face and turns your head to face him. The moment your eyes meet you know there won’t be any repercussions for your defiance. His pupils are so blown to the point where you couldn’t locate the light brown of his iris. He pulls you for a heated kiss and with one last, mind-numbing thurst he spills his seed deep inside you.

He falls forward and pulls you with him. You fall on all your fours, his chest falling flush on your back. You whimper when his cock moves inside your overstimulated pussy with the movement.

Geta’s breath was hot against your shoulder and his hands squeezed your waist occasionally, seemingly without noticing.

“My Emperor,” You breathed out. “Forgiv—”

“Quiet.” He rasped, silencing you immediately.

He threw the both of you to the side, pulling you closer to him by the waist.

That day Geta, with his dick deep inside you, realized two things. That you have probably enchanted him and that he didn’t care one bit. 

Because if being bewitched meant that he would spend his living days between your legs, getting drunk on you, then he would gladly do it.

[lets-try-some-writing]

I got the image of the Jack, Miko and Rafael learning to imitate Distressed/terrified Sparkling cries and using them against the decepticons. It’s a very efficient defense mechanism. Every cybertronian who heard them is freaking out because oh primus how is the squishy thing making that noise and I gotta protect it at all costs. The sheer chaos that would ensue as the ‘protect/rescue the sparkling’ programming kicks in full force.

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The vehicons are clustered at the other end of the room panicking. They don’t know what to do. The human sparklings are looking right at them and making distress noises. The guilt is killing them.

Knockout going “is the car form less alarming?! If I turn into a car will you stop seeing me as the threat?!”

Breakdown is having a breakdown.

Starscream pinned to the wall on the other side of the room having an internal crisis. He doesn’t like this. Make it stop.

Soundwave makes no noise but you can FEEL the sheer distress radiating off of him.

Megatron is frozen. No thoughts, head empty. He’s not moving at all. He doesn’t know how to handle this.

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The autobots have mixed feelings about this. They’re glad the kids have a way of defending themselves but please don’t do it near them. They’re stressed out enough as it is.

(This might sound kinda dumb but I thought it was kinda funny. Very tired while writing this)

Wait no this is actually brilliant.

The Decepticons never anticipated their long buried parental nature to be used against them. No one did. But they day the human children turned up on the battlefield looking far too confident, every Bot and Con present had the all encompassing feeling that something was terribly wrong. Their suspicions were quickly confirmed when, before the Decepticons could do much of anything to get the relics they were after, Rafael began to wail.

Normally, human screams meant nothing. But there was a certain pitch that sounded so close to a cry of distress from a sparkling that, to warriors who had not heard a sparkling in millennia, it was enough to send them running to help. In this case, the issue was only compounded as the children scattered like mice and started making the same noises. The Decepticons could hardly focus on the Autobots booking it to the relics as they frantically tried to locate the fictitious sparklings calling for aid.

The Vehicons managed to get to Jack, but he just kept looking up at them defiantly. Every time one of the dozen or so Vehicons on the field tried to grab him, blast him, or otherwise hurt him, Jack would chirp like a sparkling and send all of them scurrying back. It wasn't cute to the Vehicons. Having never seen actual sparklings but still having the coding needed to adore them, they looked at Jack and saw a weird frame-walker. They weren't sure what to do about it except try to haul themselves away while also keeping a vague circle around the human male.

Miko on the other hand made it a point to chase after Megatron and Soundwave, screeching like a sparkling about to be shredded. Neither stopped for her, but Megatron completely lost his train of thought every time that screech rang out. He could have been aiming at Optimus with a perfect head shot and he would be unable to fire as Miko's distressed sounds rang out in his audials. He KNEW she wasn't a sparking. His coding wasn't even that strong. But by Primus, hearing her screech was the same as watching a civilian get run over by a bus, repeatedly. Focus was impossible.

Soundwave wasn't much better. He didn't react outwardly, but the slowing of his steps and the way he tried to sidestep Miko gave away his distress. He avoided her like the plague, trying to refocus but being unable to really get far as Miko screamed like a demon. It was a fight against the Unmaker himself to keep Soundwave from bolting over to collect the sparkling who sounded so very upset.

Rafael, for his part, followed Miko's lead and harassed the other three members of High Command most often found out on the field. Breakdown ran screaming the moment Rafael started chirping at him. This was both out of fear of the frame-walker and to escape the inevitable overreaction of his coding. He may or may not have attempted parkour once or twice to get as far away from the smallest of the humans as possible.

Knockout tried to ignore Rafael when the kid chirped up at him, he really really did. But how does one ignore the Cybertronian equivalent of a soaking wet kitten meowing up at you? Simply put: you don't. Knockout gave in and quickly dropped down to try and soothe the non-existent sparkling every. single. time. Rafael pulled his noise trickery. He never fails to panic and attempt to flash colorful things at Rafael to get him to stop. Every Decepticon has since been endlessly disappointed in him.

Starscream, being terrified of things that really shouldn't be there, took the skies the instant the trio began screeching. Nope. Not today Unicron. He'll get the mission done or get the heck out of dodge to avoid coding coming online. He doesn't need empty nest syndrome on top of a crippling case of "I Love Power." He also doesn't need to deal with the horrific mental image of a squishy somehow managing to sound like a sparkling. Nope. Nope. NOPE.

The Autobots are grateful the kids can protect themselves a bit now. But by Primus, they have known NO peace since the kids figured it all out.

[smutoperator]

Dress Code

Nicha Yontararak (Minnie) x Male Reader

Tags: (lots of) anal, ass-licking, car sex, daddy kink, degradation, domination, facefucking, facial, gape, man on top, public sex, punishment, rimming, (very) rough sex, shit-talking, skimpy outfit

Word count: 4536

You were working as a security guard at a party, checking the guests invitation tickets; everything seemed to be going smoothly until you saw a girl wearing an outfit so small it barely covered her buttcheeks.

"May I check your ticket?" you asked the girl. "Sure," she answered. "Minnie, nice name, you tell her. "It seems fine, but I can't let you in," you then continue. "Why?" she asks.

"You are not fitting the party's dress code," you tell Minnie. "Dress code?" she asks, very confused. "Yes, dress code. You are not going to get inside with an outrageous outfit like this," you tell her.

"What? That's so unfair," Minnie tells you, very upset. "I'm sorry, but a code is a code, and it must be obeyed," you answer her. "Nobody told me anything about a dress code," she says to you.

"Look at the way you're dressed; I can see your whole ass and your bare legs. You're the only person with that outfit that came to the party," you tell Minnie. "Well, that's just my regular outfit; I was performing with it just a while ago," she answers you.

"Sorry, but a no is a no," you tell her. "What can I do to get in?" Minnie asks," "Get a new outfit," you answer. "What if I don't want to?" she asks. "Then you won't be allowed," you continue.

But Minnie had one last trick up her sleeve.

"Would you let me in if I sucked your cock?" Minnie asks you," "Whoa, girl, slow down," you say to her. "But let me think about your offer for a bit," you continue.

You call another security guard. "I need to handle this situation; can you cover for me?" you ask him. As he covers your spot, you take Minnie outside the building towards a distant spot in the parking lot, carrying her on your shoulder.

"Whoa, what are you doing?" Minnie asks," "Well, you said you wanted to suck my cock, but I need to find a better place for it. "How about you handle me a VIP ticket after not only do I suck your cock but also let you fuck my holes?" Minnie asks you, briefly pulling the small outfit she's wearing at the bottom and showing you her pussy and ass before putting it back on.

Her boldness has impressed you as you feel you truly need to tame this Thai slut. You bring Minnie towards the car from your security company. You start touching her, reaching under her outfit to finger her pussy. "Whoa, baby, slow down," Minnie says. "I'm not slowing down; you asked for it," you tell her.

You bend Minnie against the car, unbuttoning her blouse just enough to unveil her perky tits as you start sucking them. "Oh yes," Minnie moans as your mouth runs all over her boobs, the cold weather of the night also giving her shivers. You quickly take the bottom of her outfit, eating her pussy out. "I'm taking this as a trophy tonight," you tell her.

Minnie spreads her legs as you eat her pussy on the hood of the car. "AHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHH," she moans as your tongue runs all over her cunt. "Fucking beautiful, so meaty," you tell her. Minnie moans really loudly, making you glad that you went to a more distant spot. "Push it deep, push it deep," she begs for you as you eat her out, now moving towards her asshole.

"YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, OH SHIT," Minnis moans as she moves her hips to meet your moves. "Does it taste good? Oh fuck, AHHhh," she asks you, but you don't answer, kissing her one more time to give her a taste of her holes.

"Please, baby, I want to see how it tastes," Minnie says as she's hungrier than ever for your cock. "Then bend over again, you fucking slut," answer her as you dive your face between her asscheeks. "Ohhh baby, your tongue is so good in my ass," she tells you. "Oh fuck, ahhhh, hmmmmm," she then moans as you put a pair of fingers in her pussy. "Do you like how it gapes for you?" she tells you as she spreads it up to her rosebud for you to lick.

"OHHH SHIT," Minnie moans as you speed up the intensity of your rimming. "AH, AH, AH, AH," she lets out small moans. "You want to suck my cock, you fucking bitch?" you ask her. "Yes, please," she answers. "Then do it like this," you tell her.

You carry Minnie up one more time, putting her face upside down perfectly lined up to your crotch as you unzipe your pants. "Yeah, yeah," she celebrates, pulling your underwear down despite being upside down and taking your huge cock straight into her mouth. "Oh fuck, oh yeah," you groan as you and Minnie perform an upside-down 69, her choking on your cock, bobbing her head on it hard using no hands while you eat her cunt.

"You really know how to suck cock," you tell her as things get very acrobatic, your mouth running all over her cunt while hers runs all over your cock. You put Minnie back on her feet. "On your knees, slut," you tell her. Minnie sniffs your shaft before she starts licking it and taking it deep in her throat, very hungry for that monster meat.

"You're so beautiful, ahhhh," you tell Minnie as you groan with the work she gives your shaft, taking special attention to your balls. "Nasty little girl, I'm gonna give you more," you tell her. "More?" she asks. "Yes, more," you answer.

You grab Minnie's hair and start fucking her face hard. "Take it, slut," you tell her as Minnie gags all over your cock, you filling her mouth to the fullest. You shove her face against your balls and slap her ass, slowly but surely getting rougher. "Yes, that's what I like to see, you fucking slut," you approve of her.

"You look so beautiful all over my balls," you tell Minnie. "I need more," she tells you. "I knew you wanted more; the moment I saw you dressed like that, I knew the only thing you were worth was to please my big fucking cock," you tell her. "Keep sucking that dick, you nasty slut," you tell her, giving her an even rougher facefuck this time, making Minnie gag hard as you spank her ass.

Minnie chokes on your cock, losing her breath. "Who told you to stop, bitch?" you ask her, punishing her with another rough pounding, holding your monster cock down her throat. "Your punishment is just beginning," you tell her as Minnie's face starts to turn red and she gets cock drunk.

"Does it feel good when I suck your cock?" Minnie asks you," "You really like that cock, don't you?" you tell her, spanking her ass. "Yes, baby, I love it," she tells you.

"Then come here," you tell Minnie as you lift her up and shove your cock down her cunt, carry-fucking her. "YEAH, YEAH, YEAH," she moans as you spread her cheeks and attack her pussy. "OHHHH SHIT," she screams as you put her back on the ground.

You pin Minnie against the car's hood, spreading her legs as you thrust into her pussy. "Ahhh, ahhhh, fuck me," she moans, out of breath as you attack her cunt at full speed. "Give it to me, oh fuck me, harder, harder," she begs as you start spanking her face.

"You wanted that pussy so bad, didn't you?" Minnie asks you as her body shakes against the car. "Fuck, you're such a tight bitch," you tell her, letting her get on her knees to taste her cunt from your cock. Minnie sucks it like a maniac. "You're so nasty," you tell her, fucking her face one more time as you tie her arms behind her back.

"I'm gonna use you like the fucking whore you are," you tell Minnie, fucking her face as you also bang her head against the front of the car. The more you fuck her, the crazy she drives you, her face getting plowed like a fleshlight. "Useless bitch, this is how I'm gonna punish you youfor violating the dress code," you tell her.

You slam Minnie into the hood of the car, taking her pussy in a missionary position next. "Oh shit," Minnie moans. "Oh yes, pinch my pussy," she tells you as she also spreads her ass for you. "Oh my god, you're so fucking big," she tells you.

"You like that big fucking cock, don't you?" you ask Minnie. "Yes, baby, make me taste it," she answers. You flip her around in the hood of the car, popping your cock in and out of her face to tease her. "If you want it, you'll have to clean my ass first," you tell her.

You sit your ass on Minnie's doll face as she reaches to lick your dirty butthole. "Good girl, that's what I want; clean that dirty fucking ass," you tell her while Minnie rims it.

"Get back down and bend over again," you tell Minnie. "Are you gonna give it to me? Are you gonna fucking give it to me?" she begs. "Of course," you answer her. "Oh, please, baby," she continues to beg.

Minnie gets pinned hard against the hood of the car. "Oh shit," she moans. "Don't regret it now; you asked for it," you tell her as you attack her pussy from behind like crazy. "YES, YES, YES, AHHH, AHHH, OH SHIT," she screams as you plow her like a raging bull. "OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH SHIT, FUCKKK," she keeps screaming, you grabbing her hair and stretching her mouth, treating her like nothing but a useless fuck toy.

"OH FUCK ME, OH FUCK ME, OH FUCK ME," Minnie continues to scream. "Get down, you nasty bitch," you tell her as you slam her head against the hood of the car. "AHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHH," Minnie can't stop screaming, her pussy burning hard as your cock shows no mercy for it, her body getting completely pinned against the car. "You're so fucking beautiful being a submissive slut like that," you tell her, picking up the pace even further. "OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH SHIT" is all Minnie can say, your thrusts flying much faster than her thinking speed.

You penetrate Minnie balls deep, her moaning and groaning as you totally dominate her. "YES, YES, YES, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, AH, AH, AH," she screams. "HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, OH MY GOD," she continues to beg, experiencing an animalistic fuck like never before, barking like a dog in heat. "Shut up, cunt," you tell her. "Now you understand why you should have respected the dress code," you continue.

"Yes, baby, I understand, FUCKKKK," Minnie says, barely able to finish her sentence as your cock keeps shaping the walls of her needy cunt. "AH, AH, AH, AH, AH," she continues to scream, her body completely smashed against the hood of the car. "You thought your actions weren't gonna have any consequences, you fucking slut, but now you've learned the lesson," you told her.

"Oh my God," Minnie begs as you pull out of her pussy and lick both her fuckhole like an animal, spanking the ass she showed you at the front door. "Don't move; this was just the first round," you tell her. "What are you gonna do to me next?" she asks.

"I'm gonna fuck this ass, of course," you tell her. "Yes, baby, fuck my little shithole," Minnie tells you as you soon tongue her backdoor. "Oh, I love a nasty girl that calls her ass a shithole, just like it should be," you tell her.

"Get my shithole nice and wet, spit all over that fucking dirty hole, yeahh." Minnie says it again as you sweep your tongue all over it. "Tongue fuck my ass, baby," she begs as you go mad crazy over it, getting very noisy.

"You like that pretty ass?" Minnie asks you as the tonguing continues, and you put a pair of fingers up her anus too. "OH MY GOOD," she moans. "Open your ass for me," you tell her as she spreads her cheeks. "Of course, baby, I'll open it all for you," she answers.

You penetrate Minnie's ass with violence, sticking your full length in one go inside it. "HOLY SHIT, IT'S SO BIG," she screams. "You like that cock all the way up your nasty ass, don't you?" you ask her. "Yes, I do," she answers.

"OH YEAH, YEAH, AHHHH, SHITT," Minnie screams as your cock seems too big for her ass. "Slow down, baby, your cock is so huge," she tells you. "Spread that beautiful ass," you tell her as you attack it balls deep. "OH FUCK, YEAH, YEAH," she screams.

"I CAN'T FUCKING MOVE; JUST FUCK MY ASS, OH MY GOD," Minnie screams hard as you open a massive crater in her asshole. "PLEASE, TAKE IT SLOW," she continues to beg, but you ignore her pleading, Minnie spreading her ass even further to deal with the heat you deliver in it.

"Look at this beautiful gape," you tell Minnie as you pull out a bit before going back and mounting on top of her even harder. "LIKE THAT, LIKE THAT, OH MY FUCKING GOD, OH SHIT," Minnie screams as you only make her gape go harder, your cock making her scream nonstop as you make her ass get sore. "You like getting fucked in the ass like that, you fucking slut?" you ask her. "YES, BABY," she screams.

"Taste it, baby, taste it," you tell Minnie as you stop fucking her ass a bit and shove your dirty cock down her nasty mouth. "You like to taste your ass, you nasty bitch?" you ask her, slapping your cock in her face before going back inside. "AH, AH, AH, FUCK ME, FUCK MY ASS, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, OH MY GOD, OH FUCK," she screams nonstop. "Yes Minnie, that's how you punish a fucking slut," you tell her, spanking her face as you deeply penetrate her in the butt.

"Beg for it; tell me what you want me to do to you," you tell Minnie. "I WANT YOU TO FUCKING FUCK MY ASS," she screams. "That's exactly what I'm gonna do, fucking slut," you tell her, getting even rougher up her butthole. "OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD," Minnie pleads in vain as her asshole turns into your personal playground.

You shove your cock in Minnie's face after a good anal round. "Open your eyes," you tell her as you fuck her face against the hood of the car, turning it into a mess. "Please, baby, fuck my ass a little more," she begs you as soon as you pull your cock out of her mouth.

You flip Minnie around, putting her on top of the hood of the car and inserting your cock back in her butt. "Yes, baby, fuck that dirty shithole," she tells you. "Hmm, dirty shithole, how about we turn that cunt into a shitpussy?" you tell her, switching to her pussy. "Yes baby, that's what I fucking want, Daddy, get all that dirty ass in my fucking pussy, AHHHH," she begs as you destroy her cunt.

You choke Minnie. "You're so nasty, you make my dick so hard," you tell her, sucking her tits. "I want more, please," she begs as you turn her around and shove it back in her ass. "YES, SHOVE IT IN THERE AND FUCK IT, FUCK IT, FUCK IT," she commands. "Open that ass for me," you tell her.

"It feels so good when you fuck my prolapsed ass, OH MY GOD, HOLY FUCK," Minnie screams as you keep giving her the anal pounding she deserves. "Look how much you stretched out, daddy," Minnie says as she shoves her fist inside her butthole. "That's what I want to see—shove that hand inside that shithole," you tell her.

You eat Minnie's pussy as she shoves her arm deeper in her anus, before letting you suck it. "Fuck me hard, Daddy, make your cock dirty," Minnie begs as you destroy her ass. "Choke me, daddy, I want more," she begs as you start spitting in her face, Minnie losing her sight as you can't seem to stop degrading her.

"FUCK YES, DADDY, GIVE IT ALL TO ME," Minnie keeps begging as the anal session continues. "Which one is better, Daddy, my ass or my pussy?" Minnie asks as she kisses you. "Both," you tell her.

"I love how nasty you are to me, daddy," Minnie says as you keep spreading her ass out and pinching her pussy from behind. "Shove that dirty ass in my fucking pussy," she begs as you switch from one hole to another.

"Let's get inside the car," you tell Minnie, closing the door and slapping your cock in her face as you two get in the backseat. "Nasty cock-drunk slut," you tell her, letting Minnie bob her head on your shaft while you spank her ass. "Clean my dick, you dirty slut," you tell her, holding Minnie's nose while she chokes on your dick until she gags, punishing her with a spit on her face for gagging.

Minnie chokes on your cock multiple times, you rewarding her with spanks on her ass multiple times. "Come here, ride that cock," you command to Minnie, who impales her ass on your cock and starts bouncing. "You're so sexy riding it," you tell her as you two share kisses. "Look at that ass working on my big cock," you tell her as Minnie squats on your cock. "OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, YEAH," she screams.

"GIVE ME MORE, GIVE ME MORE, RIGHT IN MY ASSHOLE," Minnie begs as you pound her ass from down low, her whole makeup completely ruined at this point as you destroy her asshole balls deep. "I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, FUCK, OH YES," she screams as she tries to bounce on your cock.

"Wanna see how stretched out my asshole is, Daddy?" Minnie asks you as you let her spread her legs in the backseat. "Look what you did to me, Minnie says as she opens up her asshole with both hands. "I'm not done yet, you fucking slut," you tell her, sitting on Minnie's face and ordering her to clean your ass.

"AHHHHHHH, AHHHHHHH, AHHHHHH, OH MY GOD," Minnie moans as you massage her pussy, her moans getting muffled as the rims your asshole. You put her in a pile driver on the seat, fucking her without even looking in her face, Minnine fingering your butthole from behind while hers gets destroyed. "OH FUCK, YOU'RE SO FUCKING DEEP INSIDE ME," she screams, you destroying her pussy and asshole like they are nothing.

"Feed me, please," Minnie begs as you stick your dirty cock back in her mouth, spitting in her throat every time you pull her out. "You love the taste of my dirty ass," you tell her, fucking her face a couple more times.

"Fuck my ass some more, please; open my ass, just like that," Minnie begs as you go back in her butt, pinning her against the backseat. "SUCH A BIG FUCKING DICK, I LIKE THAT FUCKING DICK SO MUCH, OH MY GOD," Minnie screams.

You alternate between Minnie's slutty face and her prolapsed asshole, looking at her pitiful ruined face. "Do you like to be nasty for Daddy? You know Daddy likes nasty girls," you ask her as Minnie nods positively.

"Tell me, Minnie, what Daddy likes," you ask her. "Nasty girls like me," she answers in the rare times your cock isn't in her mouth. "AHHH FUCKKK, SHIT," Minnie screams as you get back in her ass. "Take it, baby, take that nasty cock up your dirty ass," you tell her.

Minnie gets pounded hard on an anal mating press as you can't get enough of her ass. "YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, OH MY GOD," she screams as you choke her, then feed your cock right in her mouth one more time, shaking it inside it. At this point, Minnie can't even think straight. "You like that cock deep in your throat, whore?" you ask her as you suck Minnie's cute tits, even biting her nipples like a hungry animal. "Oh yeah," she moans as you kiss her.

"Let me lick that dirty stretched-out asshole," you tell Minnie, letting her sit on your face. "Yes, Daddy, lick it like crazy," she asks you as you bury your face in it. "Is that what you want, Daddy, your face all over my ass?" she asks you. "Oh shit, oh shit, ahhhh," Minnie moans as you get her closer to an anal orgasm, her grinding her ass on your face, answering as you tongue her butthole and spank her ass.

Minnie ducks down in the backseat and gives you a boss chair blowjob with her ass up, deepthroating your cock and massaging it like crazy. "Fuck, that's incredible," you tell her, kissing Minnie after she's done. She then sits on your cock, bouncing like crazy. "AHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHHH," she moans like a dog in heat. "OH MY GOD, MY FUCKING ASS," she says as she grinds her hips on your shaft, her butthole already sore after so much fucking.

"PLEASE, PLEASE, DEEP IN MY FUCKING ASS," Minnie begs as she spreads her cheeks while bouncing on your dick. "OH SHIT, OH MY GOD," she screams as you grope her tits. "YOU'RE RIPPING MY FUCKING ASS," she screams, you pumping upwards and making her lose her mind, Minnie getting pounded so hard. "OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH SHIT, OH FUCK," she screams as you give her an anal orgasm.

Minnie goes back to deepthroating you, tasting all of her ass in your cock. "Nasty whore, that's what I want to see," you tell her. "My ass is fucking good, isn't it?" she asks you.

"I'm your fucking toy, your fucking little toy," Minnie says. "Then show me," you tell her, getting fully on top of Minnie. "OHHHHHH," she says as you start attacking her pussy, licking her feet while she sucks yours trying to cope with the heat.

"I love this position," you say as your body completely tops Minnie on the backseat. "Me too, I've never been fucked like this before," Minnie says as you rest in her face, fingering her squirting cunt while she rims your asshole and strokes your cock. "OH MY FUCKING GOD," Minnie moans.

"Alright, time to fuck your ass like that too," you tell Minnie. "YES, PLEASE, DEEPER," she begs as you put her ass up and slide your cock while on top of her. "OH MY GOD," Minnie screams as she's completely immobilized by your tall body, your raging meat sliding in and out of her butthole at a blistering speed.

"FUCK, AHHH," Minnie screams as you turn her body into your pillow, pressing her against the backseat. "OH MY GOD, DON'T STOP, FUCK THAT ASS," she begs, barking like a puppy as she can barely see it straight. "DAMN IT, YOU FEEL SO FUCKING GOOD IN MY ASS," she says.

"Let's get back outside," you tell Minnie, opening the car's door and making her hang onto it as you fuck her ass. "Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh," Minnie is without energy to even moan, your cock just relentlessly attacking her ass and clapping her cheeks nonstop. "AHHHHHHH," she screams as she gets pounded, barely able to stand on her feet as her ass gets utterly obliterated, you taking your cock balls deep in it.

"OH MY GOD, YOU FUCK MY ASS SO GOOD," Minnie tells you. "I love to fuck that slutty ass," you tell her, Minnie smiling as her hair is all over her face. "AHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHH," she screams as you take your cock all the way deep in her ass.

"TAKE IT, TAKE IT, TAKE IT; I LOVE THAT COCK IN MY ASS," Minnie says as she spreads her ass. "YOU POUND ME SO HARD, DADDY," she tells you as you go for another round of ass-fucking. "Such a nasty anal whore," you tell her. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," Minnie screams, you spitting in her face as her asshole is completely red after so much pounding. "AHHHH, AHHH, AHHHH, AHHHH, I'M SO FUCKING NASTY FOR DADDY," she screams, you grabbing her hair, tears flowing down her eyes as you choke her and show no regard towards Minnie's feelings, just using her like a fucktoy.

"That's what you get for violating the dress code," you tell her, Minnie rolling her eyes as your anal drilling doesn't seem to stop. You tie her arms behind her back, grabbing her head and punishing her like the good slut she is. "YES, YES, YES, FUCKKK, AHHHH," Minnie screams as the pounding keeps going.

"Mercy, please," Minnie asks. You destroyed her so well she can barely walk anymore. "You're fantastic, Minnie," you praise her. "The best whore I've ever fucked," you tell her.

"One more round and I'm done," you tell Minnie, bringing her back to where everything started, bending her against the hood of the car and fucking her ass one last time. "FUCK, FUCK, YES, PLEASE," she begs. "You make me so fucking nasty," she tells you.

"Tell me what you are," you say to Minnie as you spank her ass. "I'M YOUR FUCKING TOY DADDY; I'M YOUR FUCKING TOY," she tells you. "Open your ass," you tell her. "Keep saying it," you tell her, pinning Minnie against the hood of the car. "I'M YOUR LITTLE FUCKING TOY, DADDY, AHHH, AHHHH," she moans, her head smashed on the hood while you pound her ass like an animal. "AHHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHH," she moans.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you groan. "Give it to me, cum all over my face," Minnie begs as she senses you close to cumming. Soon, you ejaculate all over her beautiful face, ruining it even further as you slap your cock all over it afterward. "Take it in your throat, you nasty toy," you say to her, showing your cock one more time down it. Minnie gasps as she gags on your cock, her face turned into an utter mess.

"That was incredible," you tell Minnie, rewarding her with your cock until she gags, shoving your balls down her mouth as her face is now covered in cum and spit. "That's the best cock I've ever taken," she says.

"You can go inside now," you tell Minnie, handing her your jacket and giving the rest of the security the commands to let her through, keeping her panties as a trophy just like you intended to.

As Minnie arrives at the party, she meets her groupmates.

"You're quite late," Miyeon tells her. "I had some issues," Minnie answers before both of them head to the bathroom and Minnie wipes her face full of cum.

"Miyeon, can I ask you for a favor?" Minnie tells her.

"Sure," the older girl answers.

"Can you please give me your panties? I lost mine on the way to the party."

[maxinehufflepuffprincess]

We're Here

BangChan x fem! reader. 9th member.

Taglist. Masterlist. Progress Update. MamaBear Collection.

Summary: Sometimes you're the one who needs to be comforted.

You always did everything you could to keep the boys happy. Their happiness was important to you. Whenever one of them was upset or their mood was down, you always did your best to comfort them, to dry their tears, put a smile on their face and make sure they felt safe. You did this both privately and publicly. It just added to your ‘Mama Bear’ persona. Though, could anyone call it a persona when it was just you being you?

But of course, like every other person in this world, you had your bad days too. Days when getting out of bed felt harder than climbing a mountain. When smiling felt so out of reach. You had days when you were surrounded by people but felt lonely the entire time. There were days when you’d just burst into tears. Sometimes you didn’t even know why you were crying; it was happening, and it was needed. There were days when you were dance moves wouldn’t stick, when your verses felt like a jumbled mess, and cooking seemed like an impossibility. There were times when your anger took over everything or when your silence became a worry.

You weighted the world on your shoulders. You were always trying to be better, to do better. To be as close to perfect as you could be. You had a loving boyfriend, and together you looked after seven men who saw you as a friend and a pseudo-mum. So when they saw you break, when they saw you crying and struggling to put the pieces back together, they were there to help you.

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Chan knew instantly something was wrong when you walked into the studio. You didn’t greet him with the same smile. Sure, you kissed him and said hi to him, Changbin and Han, but it was off. You called the boys by their names. There were no sweet pet names like ‘sweetheart’ or ‘hun’, or ‘baby’. Binnie and Han took notice of this as well. The three watched you walk into the booth and started preparing your warm-up. 

Chan turned to look at Binnie, who was sitting beside him. Together, they both looked at Han, who was sitting on the couch, a puzzled look on his face.

“She looks tired. Really tired.” Binnie spoke to the two males. 

Chan nodded in agreement. You both got home late last night. He had been working on some tracks, and you had been cleaning up the choreography. However, what wasn’t usual was him waking up to an empty bed. He found you that morning, having made breakfast, enough to feed an army. Sure, you always woke up to make breakfast for everyone, but not this early. Never this early. You also didn’t tend to bake this early unless it was for a birthday.

“She is. I’m starting to think she didn’t sleep last night. She said she did, but I don’t know. She made enough breakfast to feed us all for the rest of the day. Plus, she baked. She doesn’t bake that late or early unless it’s for something important or she’s stressed. She was surrounded by cupcakes and cookies, and brownies this morning. She never makes brownies without Felix.” Chan turned to look at the window to the booth. All nine of you had come to work that day, each with a bento box filled with leftovers from breakfast.

You blinked and let out a small sigh. The palms of your hands came to run your eyes. You slept last night. Just not for long. You got an hour, maybe two in. You had gotten up to use the bathroom. But you just couldn’t fall asleep after that. So you spent the night cooking and baking for your boys. Sure, maybe you had gone overboard. But your boys had been well fed. Plus, Felix and Han had fun giving out the sweet treats to the staff members. Of course, each of the boys and you had your own supply of sweet treats, so they wanted to give out the extras.

“Chan. Are you ready to start?” You asked curiously as you looked at him, Binnie and Ji through the window. You waved at them, trying to put a peppy smile on your face. It didn’t work. 

Chan pressed the red button. “We’re ready, baby. Are you sure you want to do this today?” He asked, giving you the option to back out. 

You nodded your head. “Yeah.” 

Chan licked his bottom lip but agreed. He knew he couldn’t force you to stop. He needed to wait for you to be ready to finally let go of all the control. 

“What do you want to start with?” He asked you curiously, wanting to do this at your pace and with your input.

“Chorus, please.” You rubbed your eyes as you tried to focus on the words in front of you.

Chan nodded and played the music. You sang. But you messed up on the first go. You've got some words jumbled. It was okay, mistakes happen. 

However, you were starting to get upset with yourself once you had been in the booth for half an hour. Your voice had cracked, you jumbled your words up, and you had missed a cue. You just weren’t feeling it, and you couldn’t focus. 

You tipped your head back and closed your eyes as you tried to wrench the tears away. But as your body shook, it gave it away that you had started crying. Chan stood up and walked into the booth. He took the headphones off your head and wrapped you up in his arms. 

Your head was cradled to his chest, hands clutching onto his shirt that was becoming wet with your tears. His right hand gently stroked your hair. His left hand came to rub your back in soft circles. He looked up for a moment and blinked back his own tears. Seeing you like this always made him feel like his heart had been ripped right out of his chest.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart. Let it out.” And you did. You sobbed as you held onto him. 

After a few minutes, you slowly pulled away and looked up at him. “I’m sorry.” Your voice broke as you spoke.

Chan shook his head. “Don’t apologise. All I ask is for you to take a nap, okay? We can do your part tomorrow.” His hands cupped your cheeks. His thumbs wiped your tears away. He then lifted you bridal style into his arms. You clung onto him. 

Chan walked to the door, ready to open it, only to see Changbin opening it for him. He nodded at him in thanks. He walked over to the couch. Han patted his lap as he looked at Chan. Chan then lay you down, resting your head in Han’s lap. The younger male immediately began stroking your hair. Just like you always do for him when he falls asleep on you. “Get some sleep, sweetheart.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

“I love you.” You mumbled out before falling asleep.

The rest of the day, the boys took it in turns to be a pillow for you. But none woke you up. You were finally asleep, and they couldn’t be more grateful.

—------

Minho noticed you were having a bad day during dance practice. You were struggling to keep up with the dance. However, he chose not to draw attention to this. Instead, he had the group practice one more time before deciding to call for a break. Of course, the rest of the members had noticed too. But no one had said anything after the fourth time. 

Everyone quickly got their water bottles and sat down. Some of the couches, some of the floor. You let out a small huff of air as you turned to grab your water bottle. As you opened it, Minho came up to you with his phone in his hand. 

He turned the phone to face you, showing you an adorable picture of Soonie, Doongie and Dori. All three were cuddled up together, sleeping. 

“Aw, they are so cute.” You were always excited to look at pictures of Minho’s three gorgeous cats. You also enjoyed seeing pictures of Chan, Hyunjin and Han’s dogs. They always seemed to make you smile. 

“I knew you’d appreciate their cuteness.” Minho nodded in appreciation and satisfaction. 

“I always do.” You had a smile on your face. Minho saw that as a win. He knew how to make you smile, even if it was just for a moment. 

“Yah!” Changbin’s voice came, drawing your attention to the male. You raised an eyebrow at him. 

“We’re ordering lunch. What do you want?” Changbin passed you Chan’s phone. “Dad’s paying, so go nuts.” 

“Why does it always go nuts when I’m paying, but you always say ‘thank you, Mama. You didn’t have to.’ when she’s paying?” Chan asked, throwing his hands up.

“Because we love our mother,” Hyunjin said, pulling a face like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He walked over and wrapped his arms around you. His chin was on your shoulder as he looked at the phone in your hands. “Oh, you should get that. It looks yummy.” 

Minho looked at the phone and grinned. “And it’s expensive.” 

You shook your head. “I don’t want to spend too much of Chris’ money.”

“Sweetheart, you can get yourself whatever you want. Food, drinks, and desserts. Whatever your pretty heart desires.” Chan told you with a warm smile as he looked at you from his spot on the couch. 

Hyunjin looked between the two of you for a moment. He then turned to look at Minho. “Our mother has a sugar Daddy.” 

Minho sucked in a breath. “We can use this to our advantage. All she has to do is bat her eyelashes or call him Chris or Chan in that sweet voice, and he’ll give her everything she wants. Which means, we can have whatever we want.” He clapped his hands together once. 

He could see that you had long forgotten about the dance practice. So he continued to play into all this. He and Hyunjin stood in front of you, quickly joined by Seungmin and I.N. The four are happily trying to figure out everything they wanted and the best way to get you to convince Chan that you wanted all this stuff. 

Chan let out a groan from his spot on the coach as he watched the four plotting menaces. “Stop trying to use my wife for your schemes!” 

“She was our mother first.” Minho challenged. 

“She really wasn’t. I met her first.” Chan told him, a proud smile on his face. 

“Please, she prefers her children over you.” Hyunjin let out a scoff and waved his hand in dismissal at Chan. 

“We don’t need to use her for anything. All we need is for Felix and I.N. to say please to her, and she’ll melt. She can’t say no to her babies.” Minho added as he placed a hand on I.N.’s shoulder. 

You looked back and forth between them all and let out a laugh. At that Moment, Minho knew his job was done. But that didn’t stop him from continuing to play the role of the overprotective son who wanted to give his mother the world.

—------

Changbin had led you out of a room after you had shouted at some staff members. It seemed like the whole day you had been snappy and angry. So, he reacted and got you out of a situation that was causing even more stress. 

Binnie helped you outside. The air outside felt nice. Changbin sat down on a bench and looked at you, waiting for you to figure out your next move. 

“I lost it.” You said as you paced in front of him. 

Binnie nodded his head. “Yeah. You did.” He said.

“I should’t have. It was rude.” You added. 

“It was, but you have had everyone pulling at you all day. The stylist made I.N. uncomfortable. There was an issue with Han’s shoe. Scheduling had been pushed back more times than I can count. Hyunjin tripped over a roge wire. Seungmin forgot the dance. You had to do the same take for thirty minutes. Everything that could have gone wrong has gone wrong.” Changbin explained to you. Showing he understood why you had lost your cool. 

The whole day had gone wrong. You had woken up later than usual. You and Chan had accidentally left your coffee at home. When you had all ordered lunch, some of the food was misplaced. Felix had gotten a migraine during filming. Minho had tripped and bruised his knee. Changbin had an issue when his makeup was being done. The Music Video you were all shooting was draining. Today had gone wrong for everyone. 

You let out a huff of air and crossed your arms over your chest. “Today had been utter shit.” 

Changbin nodded in agreement and patted the spot beside in. You looked at the male for a moment before sitting next to him. 

“How about this? This weekend, we all have time off. So, how about I take you to a rage room? Or we can all go. Either way, you can let all of that pent-up rage and anger out in a safe way. Plus, this way, you won’t have any lingering feelings of guilt.” It was a good idea. A really good idea.

You looked at Changbin and smiled lightly at him. “I’d love that. Thank you, Binnie.” 

The male opened his arms, ready for a hug. And you did. You hugged him tightly as he hugged you back, matching your tightness. 

—------

Hyunjin spotted you on the couch in your dorm. It was that time of the month, and all day you had been in pain. Hyunjin has become your official period partner. It wasn’t that the others didn’t want to; Felix often joined, as did Chan. But Hyunjin always seemed to make it all seem easier in a way. Whilst Felix smothered you in cuddles, massages and brownies. Chan would worry over you for the first day before relaxing; he always had a bath ready or had the painkillers you wanted. 

Hyunjin was always ready with a hot water bottle or a heating pad for you. Sometimes both, so you could have one on your stomach and one on your back. He was always there to distract you with dramatic stories or gossip he had heard. Or the two of you would snuggle up and watch whatever piqued your interest. 

Hyunjin poked your shoulder. “I got the snacks. Felix will be here soon with that blanket you love so much. I told him to borrow a different one next time.” He said as he rounded the couch and sat down beside you. He placed the bag of your favourite snacks, foods and drinks down. 

“Thank you, Jinnie. I really appreciate all of this.” You smiled thankfully at him. 

The male shrugged. “What kind of son would I be if I didn’t help you? Now I’ll go make the ramen and your hot water bottle…oh, and maybe hot chocolate?” He let out a small squeal, getting suddenly excited at the idea. “We have whipped cream and marshmallows. Oh, and I’ll get some ice cream. Put something good on.”

You let out a laugh as Hyunjin practically bounced to the kitchen. You turned on the TV and went on YouTube. You immediately looked through some of Nigel Baker’s videos before you decided which one you wanted to watch. You enjoyed this guy. He was hilarious, and he always had nice things to say about your boys.

Hyunjin came back a while later, carefully balancing a tray in his hands. Every step was slow. He didn’t want to risk dropping anything. He let out a sigh of relief as he set everything down on the table. 

He sat down beside you and gave you your hot chocolate. He turned to look at the TV. “Ah, yes! Binge-watching Nigel. Let's see how many of his videos we can get through. Good call, my muse.” 

You let out a giggle at the nickname as you set the hot chocolate down on the table to your side before grabbing the hot water bottle. You placed it on your stomach. 

“I thought we could start with him watching ‘Giant’. It's a good one. Plus I love that song.”

Hyunjin nodded in approval and pressed play. You both settled in, eating your ramen. 

Felix walked through the door with your blanket and a box full of brownies.

“Oh my god, the visuals of this man. Shit needs to be studied in a lab.” 

You let out a cackle. “He loves you, Jinnie.”

Hyunjin puffed out his chest. “Obviously. Everyone loves me.” 

Felix looked between the two of you. “I bought brownies for you. I know you always want extra when you're on.” He put the blanket on your lap before setting the box of brownies on the table.

“Thank you, baby.” You smiled up at him. “Would you like to join us?” You asked him.

Felix nodded and sat on your other side of you, so you were between the two boys.

You cuddled into Hyunjin's side as Felix cuddled into you. 

You continued to watch Nigel's videos. You all had a good laugh at the SKZ code stuff and the compilations. You all enjoyed watching him lose his mind over the music videos. 

You were currently watching him react to the music videos for your song ‘Mama Bear’. It was a song that 3Racha wrote for you as a birthday present. You, Felix, Seungmin and I.N. sang the song. Leeknow and Hyunjin helped with the choreography. It was a song you were very happy and proud of. The guys had all been in the video, of course. The whole vibe of the video was just showcasing the group as one big happy family.

“Honestly, look at this beautiful woman. She's holding her own. Her vocals are shining, and look at her moves. This whole MV is her. She has eight men worshipping her. You can see how much they love her. Mother of seven, taking care of her children in her own MV. Look at them all. They look like an actual, real family. It's crazy but so wholesome, man. Chan, if you're watching this- you're not. But if you are. You need to wife Mama Bear up.” You watched Nigel pick up his water and drink some of it. “Mama Bear, if you’re watching. Stay, love you, and obviously so do your boys. You work so hard. Thank you.” You were tearing up a little. You were here for the jokes, but now here you were, feeling so incredibly appreciated as you were snuggled between two of your favourite people. “Aphrodite, who?”

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One minute you were walking, and the next you were on the floor. It hurt a lot, your ankle. You supposed maybe you had stepped wrong and ended up rolling your ankle. You and Han had just gotten home after doing a big shop together. Han was by your side in an instant. 

“What happened? Are you okay? How many fingers am I holding up?” He asked you hurriedly as he held up three fingers.

You looked at the male. “I’m fine, just hurt my ankle.” 

Han nodded. “Alright, umm umm.. Let me think.” He tapped his forehead for a second before he picked you up. 

You let out a small yelp of surprise as you held onto the male. Han walked to your dorm and kicked the door. 

The door opened, and I.N. stood there with a confused face. “What are you doing?” 

Han walked inside and set you down on he couch. “She broke her ankle.”

You groaned. “It’s not broken, Ji.”

Han shrugged as Chan came out of your room. He raised an eyebrow. “Do I want to ask?” He asked curiously. 

“I fell. I’m okay, but my ankle hurts. We haven’t brought in the shopping yet.” Chan nodded at your words and gave you a soft kiss. 

“Han, grab an ice pack from the freezer. I.N., come with me and we’ll sort out the shopping.” The boys quickly went off to do their tasks. I.N. put on his shoes whilst Han went to the kitchen. Chris smiled at you and shook his head. 

“At least we know where I.N. and Hyunjin get their clumsiness from.” He chuckled. 

You smiled at his words and shook your head. “Be quick. There is ice cream in those bags, and I don’t want it to melt.” You and Chan shared another kiss before I.N.’s voice came from the door, telling Chan to hurry up.

Han walked into the room as Chan left. He put the ice pack, which was wrapped up, on your ankle carefully. He then took off your shoes and shook his head.

“Are you okay?” He asked you, his voice quiet.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Thank you for helping me.” You said as you squeezed his hand. 

“You’re welcome, and I’ll keep helping you. Whatever you want, I’m at your beck and call. Want some tea? I’ll make it. Want me to get you food? I’ll do it. Want me to boss any of the guys around? I’ll do it. Please ask me to boss them around.” 

That made you laugh. 

—------

Felix found you in the kitchen. It was a family dinner night. Chan and Minho were both at the store to pick up some things. So you were cooking dinner on your own. Which is something you have done many times before. However, it seemed you couldn't get anything right. Nothing was going your way.

As Felix stepped into the kitchen, he saw you hunched over the kitchen table, sobbing. He immediately walked over to you and hugged your back. Your body shook as you cried, but feeling Felix’s arms around you helped to ground you. 

You let out a small gasp of breath. Felix loosened his grip a little as he felt you moving to stand properly. 

“What happened?” He asked you, his voice soft.

“Nothing is going right. It’s like every cooking-related bone in my body decided to leave. Everything is either burnt or not even close to being cooked. I just…I messed it all up.” You told him, the tears freely running down your face. 

Felix’s heart broke. He quickly grabbed a tissue and wiped your tears away. “It’s okay. These things happen.” He told you as he gently stroked his thumb over your wrist. 

“I just wanted everything to be perfect. We’ve all been working so hard. You guys deserve a good meal.” You told him as you looked down in defeat. 

Felix shook his head. “You always give us amazing meals. Let’s order something this once. We can cuddle and forget about everything for a while.” He pulled you out of the kitchen and to the couch. He tapped Changbin on the shoulder. “We’re gonna order food instead.” 

Changbin raised an eyebrow but nodded nonetheless. Felix sat down on the couch and pulled you so you were between his legs, your head on his stomach. He immediately began playing with your hair. 

Changbin got his phone out and picked what he wanted before passing the phone around the room. He ended up going to the kitchen. He quickly cleaned up. 

Meanwhile, I.N. texted Chan and Minho to let them know that plans had changed. You stayed on the couch, slowly relaxing as Felix made sure you were okay. Han came to sit with you both, his hands gently rubbing your back.

—------

Seungmin noticed you were shutting down during an interview. He was sitting on your left, Chan on your right. You hadn’t been yourself all day. You were fidgeting in your seat. Your fingers came up to play with your locket more times than not. Playing with your locket often helped to ground and calm you. However, Seungmin noticed it wasn’t exactly working as well as usual. 

So he gently placed a hand on your thigh and rubbed his thumb in circles. The touch helped you to come back to reality. You looked at Seungmin and smiled gratefully at him. A second hand came to rest on your opposite knee. Chan had noticed what Seungmin was doing and wanted to help as well. However, he decided to let Seungmin handle this; he would be ready to step in if he needed to. 

Seungmin smiled at you. He continued to stroke your thigh as the interview continued on. He watched as you slowly let go of your locket after a while. You moved your hand to rest next to Seungmin’s. The male linked your thumbs together. 

As the interview continued, you felt a lot calmer. All because Seungmin was keeping you grounded. He didn’t make a big deal about it. He didn’t draw attention to it. He just comforted you in the best way that he could in that moment. 

Chan looked over at Seungmin, giving him a thankful nod and a proud smile. 

—------

You didn’t want to move. You should have been up an hour ago. But you were still in bed, curled up on the bed. You were trying to will yourself into moving, but it was like your body didn’t want it. Like it just couldn’t. So you just lie there. Chan was already at the studio, having left early for a meeting. 

However, the rest of the boys were still home. Jeongin had noticed you hadn’t come out of your room yet. Breakfast wasn’t made, and coffee wasn’t made. You weren’t humming in the kitchen or packing everything you needed for the day. The Maknae stood in the middle of the living room in confusion. Had you left with Chan this morning? No. He knew you hadn’t because you always left him two bento boxes and a travel cup of coffee when you left early with Chan. And there was no note saying so on the whiteboard that was on the fridge.

I.N. turned to look at your and Chan’s room. He walked over to the door and knocked on it before opening the door. He poked his head in and spotted you under your duvet. I.N. stepped into the room. 

“Are you okay, Noona?” He asked, worry and curiosity filling him. He walked over to the bed and sat down on Chan’s side.

You shook your head. Tears are already filling your eyes. 

“Did something happen?” He questioned. 

“No, baby. I just..I don’t know. I’m sorry.” You felt tired. You felt like moving was your biggest enemy right now. But you had to move. You knew you had to. The boys needed you. You all had dance practice today. 

I.N. shook his head. “Don’t be sorry. You’re allowed an off day. We can just stay in bed today.” He said as he lay down next to you. He took out his phone and texted the group chat. He let them know what was happening.

Baby Fox 🦊: Mama Bear isn’t feeling well. 😭 Fairy Prince 🌻: Is she okay? Can we help? 🩵 Personal Trainer 🐰: Does she need anything? 🫶 The Alpha 🐺: Let her stay home today. I’ll handle things on this end. Baby Fox 🦊: Can I stay with her? I don’t want to leave her alone. She’s really down. She looks like she’s going to cry. CatDaddy 😻: Yeah. Keep us updated. Tell her we can do the choreo tomorrow.  Artsy Prince 💐: Tell her we love her.💕 You'd better pamper her. Puppy 📷: Make her tea. Squibble 🐿: We’ll bring home food.

I.N. put his phone to the side and looked at you. “We’ll have a self-care day. The guys have everything covered.  Minho-hyung is going to go over the dance with us tomorrow. Nothing to worry about.” He told you. 

You slowly nodded. You felt guilty. The boys were still working, you were keeping I.N. from cleaning up the dance with the others. 

“Whatever you’re thinking, stop it. You’re allowed to have a day off. The others won’t be mad. They love you too much to ever be mad at you.” He told you as he sat up. “I’ll make us both a drink, and I’ll get the ice cream.” He leaned down and kissed your temple before leaving the room. He went to his room and changed into his pyjamas. I.N. then went to the kitchen. He made your favourite drink as well as his own. He then grabbed your favourite ice cream from the freezer as well as his own. He put everything on a tray and went back to your room. He set everything on Chan’s bedside table. He sat on the bed and looked around for a moment.

He had always liked your room. It was welcoming and filled with memories. On three of the walls were the paintings that Hyunjin had done for you. Above your desk was the painting of the boys all holding something that was presented to you. Above the bed was what Hyunjin named the ‘Family portrait. Beach edition.’ It was your favourite by far. On the wall to the right was a wall filled with not just paintings but pictures. Pictures of you and your family, Chan and his family. There were pictures of each of the guys, their pets. Pictures from the Kingdom and important milestones for the group. It was a real family wall. One that you took pride in. Your bed was incredibly comfortable. You seemed to have the best blankets. The fluffiest ones, too. 

I.N. got comfortable before handing you your drink. He watched you slowly sit up. “How about we watch something?” He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. He quickly found your comfort movie. ‘Scooby-Doo on Zombie Island’, He then opened an arm to you. 

You took the opportunity to snuggle into I.N.’s side. His arm wrapped around your shoulder. He wasn’t big on touch, but he knew you needed it right now. 

“Thank you, Innie.” You spoke quietly, but still loud enough for him to hear.

I.N. nodded his head with a smile. “Of course, anything for you. You’d do the same for me if the roles were reversed.” You had. He knew he could count on you. So he wanted to let you know that you could count on him as well. 

Later that night, you were feeling a bit better. You had napped. You had watched so many movies and cackled at YouTube videos with I.N. You had done face masks, and I.N. had painted your nails. Innie felt proud of himself when you perked up a little as time went on. You’d had a nice bath whilst I.N. made lunch. The day had been perfect. 

So when the boys all piled into the dorm once they had been dorm for the day, they all relaxed seeing you snuggled up with I.N. You head rested on his chest as he pointed at the screen. You were watching Ben Kim. A YouTuber.

“I.N fit now, though. I.N.’s super fit now.” Ben said on the screen as he leaned close to the camera. 

“See, he gets me.” Innie connected as he picked up a spoonful of ice cream and shoved it into your mouth.

You let out a laugh and shook your head.

“Can you try not to choke her.” Seungmin spoke as he walked over to the couch and sat on your other side.

“Welcome home.” You said to the seven males. 

Chan walked over and kissed your forehead. “We brought food. How are you feeling, my love?” He asked you as his hand stroked your hair.

“I feel better. Innie really helped.” You said honestly. 

Chan nodded his head. “Good. Now, how about you go to the table? Minho and Binnie are setting the table as we speak.” 

You nodded your head and let Seungmin drag you off the bed and to the dining room table. 

Chan placed a hand on I.N.’s shoulder. “Thank you for looking after her today.”

Innie nodded his head. “Of course, I just wanted to see her smile again.”

Chan’s eyes softened as he smiled. “I’m proud of you.”

Those four words were the cherry on top of a pretty awesome day for Jeongin.

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A/N: bartender!harry is finally here! after contemplating like a million plot ideas i finally stuck to one and actually finished it, so enjoy!

WORD COUNT: 12k

WARNING: sexual content, insecurity about mc's body, bad treatment from prev. boyfriends

SUMMARY: Harry is popular among the women who come to the bar where he works as a bartender, but he doesn't take up on the offers he receives daily. But when Y/N appears at the bar on a nightout with her friends, he is ready to change his usual ways and shamelessly flirt with her to win her over. She says she is a chef, but that's not the whole truth though.

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The place is buzzing, all the tables are taken and the line at the bar never ends, but it’s no surprise. This is a usual Saturday evening around here. 

Harry has no idea how many pornstar martinis he has made tonight, but he can add one more to the collection as he places the drink onto the counter in front of the tipsy girl who’s been flirting with him every time she’s ordered a drink tonight. 

That’s also no surprise. The flirting.

He’s been working here for five years and while at first it was a massive boost for his ego every time a girl tried to pick him up, the magic has worn down or maybe he matured enough to realize he is just a decent looking guy who serves alcohol to already tipsy or drunk people, that’s the equivalent to being Jesus to them sometimes, so maybe he shouldn’t see too much into their actions. 

Of course, it still feels nice when women flirt with him over their drinks, but he is wiser now than to think they actually mean half the things they say. 

“Where the fuck is the Ketel One?!”

Harry’s head turns at the upset voice of his colleague, Jesse, who is standing in front of the seemingly endless shelves that run behind the bar, holding all the alcohol they serve, which is quite a lot. They have a full manual for newcomers and they have to memorize all of them in their first week. 

“On your right,” Harry calls out, his eyes immediately finding the bottle Jesse is looking for.

“Oh fuck, thanks Styles!” He shows him a thumbs up and continues making whatever cocktail was ordered from him while Harry moves to the next customer. 

“What can I get for you?”

“Three beers and two tequilas!” the guy shouts over the music. Harry notices his red cheeks and the sweat beading on his forehead and he also remembers that this is probably the fourth order from this guy, he is about to get pretty wasted. 

He places the tequila shots onto the counter and then moves to the tap to pour the beers, he glances to the side just for a few seconds, but when he turns back the shots are empty. 

“Hey, are you gonna pour them or what?” the man asks and Harry frowns when he spits at the counter as he talks. 

“Sure, so then I’m ringing up four tequilas then.”

“Two! I asked for two!” The guy even holds up two fingers, a little too close to his face to Harry’s liking, so he backs away a bit, clenching his jaw, not in the mood to get into an argument. 

“Yeah, and you drank those two already. If you want those refilled, I’m ringing them up,” he answers, keeping his cool. 

“I-I didn’t–”

“Yeah you did, so pay for the drinks and get the fuck away from here before I get you kicked out.”

The guy grumbles under his breath, but hands his card over at last and once the payment is done he disappears. Harry hopes he won’t see him again. 

“Styles, break time!” 

Clint, the manager’s head pops out from the back and then disappears. Harry nods and then nudges Jesse.

“I’m out,” he nods towards the back and Jesse takes his place with a nod, then the other two bartenders move as well so they cover the length of the bar equally while Harry is gone. 

He washes his hand, just smiles when two girls at the end of the bar try to catch his attention and then he walks out of the chaos. Grabbing his phone from the break room he heads out to the back to get some fresh air. 

They have a few bottle totes next to the backdoor that they use as chairs, Harry plops down on one and leans forward, resting his elbows on his thighs as he scrolls through his phone aimlessly. All the other bartenders use this time to have a cig but Harry quit a year ago so he usually just tries to turn his mind off before he has to head back in. 

On Instagram he only follows his close friends and family, so his feed is not too full of new content every time he opens it. He has a few thousand followers though, women tend to find his social media easily after he caught their eyes on their night out and in hopes of a follow back they hit the follow button on his profile, but he ignores these all the time. 

He answers a text message from his sister and reads some news before heading back five minutes before the end of his break. He washes his face with cold water in the bathroom and then chugs some water before putting his phone back in his locker and heading out, taking his usual spot behind the bar again. 

It’s usually too hectic for the bartenders to see what happens around the tables, their view is just the drunk, thirsty customers demanding more drinks, so when the line eases up a bit and Harry actually has a moment to look around, he likes to check the faces, noting familiar and new ones. 

Jesse asks for some help when a guy orders ten beers, so Harry moves to the tap and starts pouring one after the other, his gaze roaming around the room. 

The Golden Bar is a popular spot with it’s modern interior that’s mixed with some industrial vibes, giving the whole place a unique vibe. They have plenty of space for tables and even a small dance floor with a DJ. It’s been a hot spot around town for a while now and Harry likes seeing all the different people that come each night out to have fun. 

It’s the usual crowd tonight, lots of friend groups, some smaller, some bigger, there’s quite a few people dancing as well. He knows there is a bachelorette party somewhere in the back, he’s seen the bride with a tiara on earlier. 

He is pouring the last beer when his eyes swipe over a group on the far left. 

Five girls sit at a round table that’s full of empty and half empty glasses, they are laughing and talking over the music, nothing extraordinary, but Harry’s attention settles on one of them. 

She is sitting facing him, but a little sideway, the first thing he notices is how beautiful her features are. Soft and delicate, they have a kind of elegance he doesn’t see often. She is wearing just enough makeup to enhance her natural beauty and bring out her pretty eyes.

All the other girls are wearing short, revealing dresses, which is not an unusual sight here, but she is dressed differently. Her tight, black top has a wider neckline that flashes the entire length of her collarbones. Harry can’t see her waist from the table, but underneath he spots some wide-legged trousers, the kind he sees on women who work at fancy offices. She has a few rings adorning her fingers and he spots a small hoop earring peeking out from under her hair. 

She looks elegant and powerful, all while her smile is so soft and warm, Harry can’t look away even from this far. 

“Hey! What are you doing?!”

Jesse’s voice snaps him out of his trance and he realizes that beer is running down the glass and his hand as well.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, quickly fixing the mess he just made, handing Jesse the last beer. While Jesse takes care of the customer Harry moves to the sink to wash the sticky liquor off his hands and in the meantime he sneaks another glance at the woman. 

All her friends are drinking colorful cocktails, while she is sipping on a martini, a usual one, not the pornstar version. Even her drink is classy, Harry notes and can’t stop himself from smiling as he dries his hands off. 

“You alright, mate?” Jesse asks, walking up to him. 

“Yeah, just got distracted,” he shrugs it off and they don’t have much time to discuss, because a bigger group walks up to the bar. 

For the next about half an hour, he forgets about the woman in the back, work gets hectic again and a group of older women stick around at the bar, having a blast flirting with Harry, who gladly gets in on the game, making them scream and laugh with his comebacks. 

He turns away for just a minute to fix another drink to one of the ladies and when he turns back he almost drops the grass, because the woman he stared at before is now standing at the bar, patiently waiting for her turn. 

“Here you go,” he places the drink on the counter and then tries to hide his excitement that he can talk to the mysterious woman next. 

The group moves to a table that just got freed up and this allows the woman to move over to the spot in front of Harry. 

“Hi! What can I get for you?” he asks, shouting over the music. She grabs onto the edge of the counter and leans closer, the action makes him move forward as well and he gets a wisp of her perfume, something sweet and intoxicating. 

“Can I get a water, but can you disguise it as something alcoholic?”

He arches an eyebrow at her request. She chuckles seeing his expression and a grin tugs on his lips at the sound. 

Fuck, she is even hotter up close, he thinks to himself. 

“Is someone trying to get you drunk against your will?” he asks, his hands already working on the drink, he knows exactly how to make her request though, it’s not the first time someone asked for a disguised drink. 

“Nope, I just have to be up early, but I don’t want my friends to call me a workaholic.” She rolls her eyes. 

“I have devastating news for you, then.”

“Really?” Her eyebrows raise at his words.

“Yeah. You need new friends and a new job.”

She chuckles at his suggestion and Harry mentally high fives himself for making her laugh again. 

Come on Styles, work that charm.

“They are alright. Just want to spend more time with me,” she shrugs with a smile, while Harry tinkers with her drink as long as possible so he can talk some more to her. 

“Okay, then what about your job?”

“I love my job.” Her eyes light up and it brings a smile to his face too.

“What do you do?”

“I’m… I’m a chef,” she answers with a bit of hesitation. Harry can’t hide his surprise at her answer. “What?” she asks, tilting her head to the side with a knowing smirk. 

“Nothing, you just didn’t… give off chef vibes,” he admits with a chuckle. Now he can’t drag the making of her drink any longer, so he places it in front of her, hoping she will stick around for a bit longer. She wraps her hand around the glass and Harry holds his breath back as she shifts her weight from one leg to the other, but at last, she stays. 

“What kind of vibes did I give you then?”

Harry shamelessly leans closer so he can drag his gaze down her body and check her out before pursing his lips and finally answering. 

“I can see you being in charge, you look like you’re the boss somewhere.” She laughs at his statement, his grin widening.

“So I look bossy?” she arches an eyebrow at him.

“In the best way possible. You can boss me around anytime.” Placing a hand over his heart he gives her his most charming look and judging from the way she is trying to hide her smile, it’s working. 

“How much for the…” She examines her drink, trying to figure out what it’s disguised as.

“Vodka spritz,” Harry helps her out. “Let’s make a deal.”

“A deal?” She tilts her head to the side curiously. 

“Yes. Promise me I’ll talk to you at least once more tonight and your drink is free and I’m also not busting you for drinking water. Let’s call it a Happy Hour deal.”

“Ah, are you blackmailing me now?” she asks with a cheeky smile.

“I would never,” he answers with his most innocent look.

“Alright, then see you later…”

“Harry.” He sticks a hand over the bar that she takes.

“Y/N. Thanks for the Happy Hour.”

“Enjoy your vodka spritz, Y/N,” he winks at her before she walks back to her friends. 

The clock hits eleven and the bar is still buzzing, it probably won’t die down until at least one am. Harry is taking one order after the other, shakers are thrown into the air continuously as the guys make a show out of making drinks, amazing the people at the bar. Harry barely even puts the jigger down, it’s practically glued to his hands as he keeps making cocktails.

But all along, he keeps finding himself glancing in the direction of one particular table. 

Whenever someone stands in his view, he quickly serves that person to free up the spot so he can steal glances at her. Only this time he catches her looking sometimes as well. 

Y/N. What a beautiful name, he thinks. Suits her well. 

He can only pray she will hold up her end of the deal and when she returns to the bar he will make sure to work all his charm on her and at least get her number. He hasn’t done this in a while, while women love to flirt with him while he works, he doesn’t take up on their offers to join them for the night once his shift ends. But something about Y/N feels different. 

When he spots her standing from the table his heart leaps, thinking that she might come back to the bar, but instead she heads over to the dancefloor with two of her friends when the DJ starts playing some reggaeton music and once they start dancing, Harry is having a hard time focusing on whatever drink he is mixing up. 

Her body is moving perfectly along the music and Harry has the chance to take her figure in fully finally. She is curvy, thick thighs, some visible extra on her stomach, soft curves adorning her hips and waist, clearly not a size 2, but Harry is mesmerized by her. Instantly, his mind wanders how her soft body would feel against his if he was there, dancing with her, his palm is itching to touch her, to feel the curve of her waist and back. He would do anything to feel her move against him

Y/N’s gaze finds him from across the room and she can’t hide a smile at his intense stare, but she just keeps dancing, letting the music take over her movements. 

“Dude, your jaw is on the floor.” Jesse pokes Harry’s side teasingly, bringing him back from the dancefloor. 

“Shut up,” he rolls his eyes, but can’t hide his smile as he forces his attention back at the margarita he is making, Jesse laughing at him before taking the next order. 

Y/N doesn’t appear at the bar for another hour. Harry starts to think she won’t keep up her end of the deal and then Harry sees her and her friends leaving the table and he panics that he will never see her again, but he sees her say something to one of her friends, they keep walking towards the door while she makes her way over to the bar. 

“Leaving already?” Harry asks, trying his best not to sound as disappointed as he feels. 

“Harriet is talking about her ex, this is always our cue to take her home,” she says, nodding towards her friends who are walking out of the place as they talk. “So, is this the part where you ask for my number?”

Harry’s lips part in surprise. 

“Yes?” It comes out more like a question as he chuckles. “Would you give it to me if I asked?”

“Why don’t you give it a try?” She flashes an angelic smile and Harry is sure his cheeks are turning pink. This woman is so hot and intimidating, he feels like he is just a teenager, shooting his shot at his friend’s sister he stands no chance with. 

Harry clears his throat and leans onto the bar.

“I think I need your number, I desperately need help with cooking, do you know someone who can help me?”

She laughs at his words and then places a napkin on the counter, slipping it over to him.

“Thanks for the vodka spritz, Harry,” she smiles, hiking her purse higher on her shoulder as she turns around and follows her friends out of the bar. 

Harry grabs the napkin that has the bar’s logo on it, turns it around and there it is. Her number is written on it with something that looks like eyeliner. It’s smudged, but readable. As soon as his shift ends Harry grabs his phone from his locker, punches in the number and then sends a text. 

HARRY: Ma’am, I’m afraid you forgot to pay for your vodka spritz.

He doesn’t expect a reply, she said she has work early in the morning and it’s two am, but just when he is walking out to his car, his phone buzzes and he is surprised, but also excited to see a message from her.

Y/N: Oh no, what can we do to solve this problem?

HARRY: I’m afraid we must meet up as soon as possible so you can pay the bill. 

Y/N: Agreed. 

Harry’s smile just keeps growing as he starts the car and finally heads home. 

***

For the hundredth time, Harry checks his hair in the mirror that hangs on the wall of his favorite coffee place as he waits for his order to be ready. He taps on the screen of his phone and makes sure he still has plenty of time to get to the park. He is punctual in general, but on a first date he is extra cautious to make it on time. 

“Styles!” the barista calls out, placing the two cups on the counter that Harry snatches up and then he is on his way. 

It’s been four days since Y/N was in the bar with her friends. Four days of practically non stop texting and he just fell for the woman even more as he got to know her. She is funny, witty, smart and easily the most interesting person he has met in a long time. 

Their schedules made it a bit hard to find a time when they are both free, they are meeting up for a coffee and a walk in the park on her lunch break today, right before he has to head to work. They have about an hour, but Harry was eager to take it just so he can see her again. 

When he reaches the fountain they agreed on meeting as he sits on the edge, places the two cups beside him and busies himself with twirling his rings around his fingers. 

“Are those waters disguised as coffees?”

Harry’s head snaps up at her voice and there she is, wearing a loose white t-shirt and jeans with a bright smile. Harry stands and then hesitates, unsure how to greet her, but she is quick to overcome it, pulling him into a short, but warm hug. 

“Hi. This is yours, it’s not water,” Harry chuckles, handing her the cup and they start strolling down the walkway across the park. “Are you having a busy day?”

“It’s alright. I like my job,” she smiles down at her cup first, then up at Harry. He can’t help but mirror her smile. 

“How did you end up being a chef?”

“Um, I always liked cooking, I think it’s such an important part of everyone’s life and so many people don’t see how good it could be. It’s creative, versatile, there’s something for everyone and… Sorry, I can get carried away,” she chuckles nervously.

“No, no, no! Go on, I’m curious!”

She peeps up at him, as if making sure he is serious and when she sees that she has his undivided attention, she continues.

“Food brings people together. A family dinner, a picnic with friends, cooking with your partner, these are usually great memories for everyone and I love the idea of being part of it.”

Harry is amazed by her enthusiasm for her profession. It’s all over her face how much she enjoys what she does and he is a sucker for this kind of love in one’s life. 

“That’s amazing,” he smiles down at her, their eye contact holds a beat longer than what’s considered casual, but then a biker’s bell breaks the moment. 

They walk around the park, talking about anything and everything until their cups empty out and it’s time for Y/N to go back to work and Harry to head to the bar. 

“So, can I see you sometime again?” Harry asks, feeling like a nervous teenager asking the popular girl to prom.

“I would love that,” she nods with a smile. “How about… Are you working on Sunday?”

“Um, no. I’m free.”

“Okay, then I’ll text you the time and place.”

He is stunned at how easily he took control, but it’s also hot, he can’t deny that. 

“Perfect.”

“Thanks for today, Harry.” They share another hug, both of them keeping the other locked in their arms a little longer before they say goodbye and part ways. 

***

“Okay, you have a shit-eating grin on your face, what’s going on?”

Jesse leans against the counter next to Harry as he cuts lemon slices. The bar is open, but it’s way too early, only a few people linger around before the crowd thickens up at around seven. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he shrugs, but doesn’t even try to hide his smile. 

“Does it have anything to do with that chick you were flirting with the other day?”

He is surprised Jesse noticed, but he sometimes picks up the most random things.

“Maybe.”

“Oh, you are so fucked!” Jesse laughs while clapping. “Have you met her since then?”

“We had coffee today.”

“And?” Jesse seems thirsty for more while Harry loves playing with him, so he just shrugs again. “Come on, man! You never hit on chicks here, I need to know more about the one who got you changing your ways.”

“What do you want to know?” he gives up chuckling, the lemon slices forgotten. 

“Everything!”

“Okay, her name is Y/N Y/L/N and she is a chef.”

“When are you seeing her next?”

“Most likely on Sunday.”

“Dude, two dates in a week? You are so gone for her!” He playfully bumps his fist against Harry’s shoulder, who can only laugh at his friend’s enthusiasm about his love life. 

“I just met her. Let’s just chill down for a minute.” Harry returns to the fruit prepping while Jesse doesn’t even bother to make it look like he is working. 

“Sorry, I’m just glad you’re coming out of your shell. You’ve gotten way too comfortable being alone, I’m happy you’re finally putting yourself out there.”

“Just because I don’t take home drunk girls after all my shifts, doesn’t mean I’m comfortable being alone.” Harry gives him a knowing look, a message that he was talking about him. Jesse is known to take up on offers he gets from ladies at the bar and everyone likes to tease him about being a fuckboy now and then. 

Jesse lets these comments go over his head every time. 

“What’s her name? Y/N Y/L/N?” he asks, grabbing his phone from under the counter. He likes to ignore the no phone behind the bar rule. It wasn’t made because bartenders were on their phone too much, but they deal with so much liquids, spilling happens all the time and Clint would rather avoid paying for damaged phones every other week. 

Jesse, however, doesn't care.

“What are you doing? Are you stalking her?” Harry asks as he cleans up the counter once everything is sliced and diced. 

“You haven’t?” Jesse frowns, eyes glued to the screen. 

“No, I’m not a creep. And I only found out her full name today.”

“I’m not a creep either, it’s public information,” he sings, then furrows his eyebrows, reading something. “Um, did you say she is a chef?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Did she also mention that she owns a restaurant with three Michelin stars?”

“What?” Harry drops the straws he was about to restock on the counter and moves over to Jesse to see what he is looking at. 

It’s an article. On the website of… Forbes. The headline reads ‘Culinary Perfection: the Y/N Y/L/N effect’ and there’s a picture of her, one taken in front of her restaurant, she is smiling brightly, her hair shorter on the photo and Harry checks that the article is almost a year old. 

“What the…”

Jesse doesn’t protest when Harry takes the phone from his hand and starts reading. 

“At just 30, Y/N Y/L/N has done what most chefs spend a lifetime dreaming of. From humble beginnings in a small Marseille kitchen to training in some of Europe’s toughest brigades, Y/N carved her path with determination, vision, and a relentless devotion to bring people together with food.”

Harry can’t mask his shock. The article goes on and on about how much she has accomplished and how she is probably the future of modern cuisines that still keep in touch with tradition. It’s mentioned that she did start off as a chef, but she doesn’t work in the kitchen much anymore, only puts on her apron for special occasions, like when she was asked to cook for Natalie Portman or Michelle Obama. 

“Holy shit,’ he breathes out, finally looking up at Jesse from the screen. 

“Dude, she is like… a Food Royalty or something.”

“Oh fuck, why didn’t she tell me?”

“It’s not like she lied, practically, she is a chef.”

“Yeah, but it’s a major side info that she also owns a 3 Michelin star restaurant, don’t you think?”

“Excuse me! Can I get a vodka cranberry?” A woman waves them down and they realize a group has just walked in, so they have to return to work. 

Jesse forgets about the article quite fast, but it gets stuck on Harry’s mind. He can’t stop thinking about why Y/N didn’t share this major info about herself. They have talked about work, quite a lot, but he doesn’t remember even a hint in her words. Why would she keep it a secret?

By the end of his shift he decides to wait for Sunday and ask her in person. He also convinces himself that there must be a good reason she didn’t tell him, he shouldn’t jump into conclusions, even though curiosity is eating him away. 

And then, when he wakes up there’s a message waiting for him from Y/N. It’s the details about Sunday, she sent him a time and address. He quickly opens the map on his phone and checks where he is expected at. Then comes another shock.

It’s the address of her restaurant. 

***

There’s a knock on the office’s door. Y/N calls out and a moment later Theresa’s head pops in. 

“Hey boss, everything is wrapped up. I’m the last one to head out.”

Y/N puts the bills that she’s been scanning through aside as she smiles up at her, the manager of Y/N’s Kitchen. 

“And you’re off until Wednesday, right?”

“Yes, ran through everything with Cece, she’s gonna do fine while I’m away.”

“Take care on your vacation.”

“Thanks, don’t stay too late!” Theresa waves before walking out, leaving Y/N as the last person in the restaurant. 

On Sundays, Y/N’s Kitchen closes early. She wants all her staff to enjoy some free time at the end of the week. She also uses this time to catch up with paperwork, experiment a little in the kitchen for future menu changes. She loves this one afternoon and evening when it’s just her and what she worked so hard on. It’s like her personal time with her business. 

Today however she will spend this one on one time a bit differently. 

She quickly finishes up with the bills and then locks the office, not planning on doing anything paperwork related for the rest of the day. She then moves to the kitchen and starts prepping. 

There’s no use denying her excitement about seeing Harry again. They’ve been talking non stop for a week now and though she was on the verge of giving up on dating for good, Harry is turning things over for her. 

She’s been burned way too many times and lately she’s grown tired of having to pick herself up after a man used her and then dropped her when she wasn’t convenient for him anymore. It always ended the same way. She works too much. She is too successful. She cares too much about her business. She wants too much. She cares too much about food.

That last one hurt the most, because it wasn’t only a jab at her career, but her body as well. One fucker dared to comment on her size, assuming all she does is eat all day. 

He got an untouched glass of gin&tonic in his face before she walked out on him. 

Men had loved using her devotion to her business against her, no one actually understood what it meant to build it all up from nothing. Or when the blame wasn’t on her workaholic nature, jealousy stained them and they couldn’t deal with a woman more successful than them. She was just never good enough. 

But things feel entirely different with Harry. When she is talking to him she feels… light. It might be because he doesn’t know about her real career yet, guilt has been eating her away whenever work came up, but she wanted to enjoy this early stage without having to worry about if the restaurant will stand between them. 

She doesn’t actually think Harry would change if he finds out about her business, but she’s had enough bad experiences to want to delay it just a bit, she is hoping Harry will understand her reasoning. 

***

When Harry arrives at the restaurant, he is surprised to see that it’s closed. He texts Y/N that he has arrived and her reply comes almost instantly, that she’ll be there in a minute. What he is not surprised about is that Y/N walks out of the closed restaurant. 

“Hi,” she greets him with a nervous smile.

“Hello,” Harry smiles at her as they exchange a quick hug. 

“Um, you don’t seem as shocked as I expected you to,” Y/N admits as they walk into the restaurant and she locks the door behind them so no one actually tries to come in. 

“Well, I did see a particular Forbes article about you today, I admit. So I had some time to process the information that you’re not the kind of chef I thought you to be.”

“Let me start with how sorry I am for not telling you the whole truth. This has… nothing to do with you.”

They stand in the empty restaurant between the tables, the lights are not on, so it’s a lot dimmer than outside, but they can still see each other clearly. 

“I had a lot of bad experiences, my job is not quite usual and it has definitely been an issue in the past for men. It’s basically second nature to me keeping it to myself what I actually do until I feel secure enough to share.”

She is worried Harry might take it to his heart that she didn’t tell him the whole truth, she kind of even regrets it. 

Meanwhile, Harry is only hearing one thing: she feels secure around him. 

“Is there anything else I should know about you?” he asks with a cheeky smile. “Are you secretly the president of a European country maybe?”

“No, I’m not,” she chuckles, shaking her head. “This is actually what I do.”

“Okay, then… thank you for trusting me with this information. What are we doing here today?” Harry curiously looks around the place before his gaze settles back on her.

“We’re going to cook.”

***

This is the fanciest looking dish Harry has ever had in front of him, let alone participated in the making of. 

He was expecting for the kitchen to look like an absolute mess once the food is done, but it turns out that cooking with a professional changes quite a lot. Harry is amazed by how effortlessly Y/N moves around in the kitchen, her movements are perfectly timed and so precise, he can only watch her in awe, working her magic. 

He can’t even name the outcome, even though she has told him what they are making several times while cooking. 

“Crispy chickpea cake with saffron and rose harissa, grilled eggplant, pomegranate molasses glaze and labneh snow.” She repeats again as they look down at their final plates. 

“Yeah, still not gonna remember it,” he chuckles. “Should we move to a table or…?”

“Actually, do you mind if we eat here? I kind of like eating in the kitchen.”

“I don’t mind at all,” he smiles and helps her pull two stools closer to the counter so they both can sit. She hands him a fork and they look at each other smiling, plate in hand, ready to taste. They burst out in laughter.

“You go first, I want to see how you like it!” She points at him with her fork, he nods and sinks his own fork into the crispy cake, taking the first bite. 

He had no idea what to expect, Harry has never eaten anything even remotely close to this dish, but once the taste melts on his tongue, he can’t hide just how perfect it is. The inside of the cake is creamy, almost custardy, the eggplant is bitter at first, but it quickly turns sweet in his mouth. The pomegranate glaze is a surprise for him, it’s sharp and sultry, but goes absolutely perfectly with everything else. 

“Fuck, this is amazing!” he groans, stuffing another bite into his face. Y/N chuckles and finally starts eating as well. “Did you come up with this or you learned this dish?”

“I experiment a lot. I love trying out new, unusual combinations and then figure out what would compliment it the best.”

Harry’s plate is forgotten for a bit as he watches Y/N enjoy her own dinner while talking passionately about her love for food and cooking. He has always found dedication a virtue he tends to gravitate towards and right now Y/N is pulling him in with her words without even noticing probably. 

“What is it?” she asks when she realizes Harry is staring at her. Heat crawls up her neck and she almost instantly regrets talking so much about cooking. “Sorry, I can get carried away.”

“No, no. Don’t apologize. It’s great seeing someone be so passionate about what they do. I like it.”

Y/N can’t hide her smile, not that she would want to. They share a look that talks without words, then return to eating. 

When everything is gone, Harry starts to gather the plates, moving towards the sink.

“Oh, we have a dishwasher, we can just load it.”

“I want to feel useful, let me at least clean the plates. You can put the rest into the washer.” Harry places a hand dramatically over his heart, giving her puppy eyes.

“You were useful, you helped me cook!”

“No, I stood by the side for most of it and watched you like a toddler.” Y/N opens her mouth to protest, but Harry cuts her off, holding a hand up. “Nope, I’m not giving in. Load the machine while I wash these.”

She gives up and shakes her head with a breathy chuckle as she does what he said. Since she started the loading while cooking, a habit of hers, she finishes quite fast and stops next to him, assessing the work he is doing at the sink.

“Ah, you missed a spot right there,” she points at a perfectly clean spot, trying to keep a straight face, but she fails, when Harry’s mouth hangs open, pretending to be hurt. 

“Now I don’t mind I didn’t help that much, you’re bossy!”

“No, I just like my kitchen clean,” she grins cheekily at him to which his answer is… Splashing her.

Y/N’s jaw drops open, wiping the water off her face, looking down at her shirt that now has wet spots all over. 

“You did not just splash me in my own kitchen!”

“Oh, I think I just did.” Harry’s devilish grin is ominous and Y/N notices that his hands are under the stream of water again, getting ready to attack again.

“Harry, no,” she warns him, though she has nothing to return the attack or even protect herself. For once, it’s a disadvantage that she keeps the kitchen so clean, because she can’t just grab a random pan off the counter to shield herself, nothing is in her reach. Then she notices that Harry has grabbed the head of the pull-out tap and her eyes widen. “No!”

“I think you need to be cleaned as well, Y/N.”

“You can’t do that, i-it’s–”

“I think I can,” he smirks, angling his body towards her. “And I think I am doing it.”

Without another warning, he pulls on the tap and it’s followed by Y/N’s scream as the water hits her. She tries to squirm away, but Harry’s free hand grabs her wrist and pulls her against his front as water sprays all over both of them.

“Stop! Okay! I give up! The plate was actually clean!” she shrieks, wiggling in his hold. Her words are followed by the rumble of his laughter before he finally lets the tap pull back and he shuts the water off. 

“I bet no one ever dared to do this to you here,” Harry grins down at her as she wipes her forehead with the back of her hand.

“No, this is a first,” she chuckles, looking up at him.

In that moment, they both realize just how close they are. Harry still has an arm curled around her, keeping her in his embrace, her front pressed against his chest, the wet fabric of their shirts sticking together. He can see how her eyelashes curl, rimming her mesmerizing eyes. She lays her hands out on his chest softly, his heartbeat thumping under her warm touch. Harry doesn’t want to miss this chance to finally kiss her, but he also doesn’t want to rush her.

So slowly, barely noticeably, he moves his face closer so she can tell what his intention is and then he waits for her reaction. Her gaze drops down to his lips and when he runs his tongue over them, a soft sigh escapes her throat before she cranes her neck, angling her head so her mouth is perfectly lined up with his, leaving the last move for Harry.

And he makes it without hesitation. 

It’s just a soft touch at first, lips melting together gently, feeling up each other before he starts moving. One kiss, another one and then another one, his tongue swipes across her bottom lip and she gladly opens her mouth so they can deepen what they started. 

The wet fabric of his shirt feels cold under her touch when she moves her hands to his shoulders, his hands finding their way to her waist, fingers sinking into the softness. Harry thinks about just how perfectly her body fits into his arms and palms, how her curves were drawn probably in his dream and now he can actually touch them. 

He moves one hand to her face, gently taking her jaw in his hold, angling her head more to the side so he can taste even more of her. Goosebumps run over her arms when his fingers dance over her sides, his thumb teasingly grazing the side of her breasts, that tiny touch makes her nipples harden against her bra. 

They push and pull each other, moving around, pressing the other against the counter before they turn over. Harry would love nothing more than to take it further, but he has a feeling he should take it slower. If it wasn’t for Jesse’s snooping around, he would have found out about the restaurant just a few hours ago. 

Not too willingly, but he slows it down until he can pull back, his forehead resting against her. She doesn’t protest against stopping, so he assumes she agrees with the pace he is setting. When he opens his eyes and looks down at her swollen lips pride rises in his chest, knowing he did it.

“We should get dessert,” he suggests in a whisper. She smiles up at him, nodding shortly.

“I know a great ice-cream place nearby.”

“I’m sold,” he grins and pecks her lips once more before pulling away at last. 

***

Y/N is smitten. 

Sitting at a table with her friends in The Golden Bar once again, she keeps finding herself glancing over to the bar where one particular bartender is relentlessly mixing drink after drink, definitely catching every female’s attention near him. 

But he only cares for one though.

When her friends suggested they return to The Golden Bar, because the cocktails were so good, she didn’t put up a fight. She hasn’t told them about Harry yet, it’s been only a few weeks since they met, they’ve had a few more dates since the time they cooked together in Y/N’s Kitchen, but the summer’s been pretty busy for both of them, so they have to work around each other’s schedules all the time. 

Harry, as if he could sense her gaze on him, looks up from the drink he is making, eyes landing on her across the room and he flashes her the sweetest grin, even adds a wink before returning his attention to the cocktail. Just this one look can turn her into a giddy teenager. 

She hasn’t seen him at work since the night they met and she kind of forgot just how hot he looks throwing the shaker around, mixing cocktails while putting on a show for the customers, he seems to be in his element behind the bar. 

“I think he is into you.” One of her friends, Jenny pokes her side when she catches her looking at him. She is quick to turn away, though there’s no use denying that she was ogling him, again. 

“You think so?” She smirks down at the table.

“Yeah! He keeps staring at you ever since we arrived.”

“I’ll tell you a secret.” Y/N leans back and closer to Jenny, who mirrors her, so they can talk without the others hearing, though they are way too occupied swiping on Bumble on someone’s phone. “I’m actually dating him.”

“What? The hot bartender?” Jenny’s eyes grow wide, head snapping to the side to take a look at him. Conveniently, Harry is looking right her way at that moment, as if he knew they were talking about him.

“Yes, the hot bartender,” Y/N nods chuckling.

“When did that happen?”

“Last time we were here he asked for my number. We had a few dates since then.” 

“Oh my God, Y/N, why didn’t you tell me?” she gapes at her, even smacking her arm playfully. 

“Why didn’t she tell you?” Piper chimes in and that turns everyone else’s attention to Y/N at the table, Alessia and Izumi tune into the discussion as well. 

“Y/N is dating the hot bartender!” Jenny outs her right away, earning a round of gasps from the other girls. 

“Wait, the cute one with the tattoos?” Izumi asks for confirmation, her head turning towards the bar as well, along with everyone else’s. Harry glances over again in that moment and when he sees all women staring at him, he freezes, shooting a questioning look back at Y/N, but she just shakes her head chuckling. 

“Yes. We’ve had a few dates since we were here last time. Sorry I didn’t tell you, I was just… I guess I wanted to see how it would go.”

“And how is it going?” Alessia wiggles her eyebrows at her.

“Good,” is all she says, but they know her well enough to understand what’s behind that one word. 

They have been friends since high school, their odd little group formed when they were put into a group project together and then they just never drifted apart, not even when all five of them went to different colleges and ended up in entirely different careers as well. Now they try their best to meet up once a month, carrying on their bond even as adults. 

“What are we doing here then? We should be up at the bar so he can see you being hot and you should show all the women who are flirting with him that he is yours!” Piper is already gathering her drink and purse, ready to fight her way to the bar. 

“Okay, wait!” she chuckles, holding her hands up before they all get carried away. “There’s no room at the bar.”

“I’ll make some,” Izumi shrugs and you know she actually means that.

“And…” she sighs, leaning back in her seat. “It’s not like we’re official or anything.”

The dates have been amazing. She loves spending time with him and she can tell they are heading towards something… more. But nothing has been said out loud and she is not quite sure what Harry thinks of labeling it. 

“You have to go up there and show him you want him to step his game up. Come on, let’s take this party to the bar.” This time, Piper doesn’t get stopped when she stands with her drink in her hands. 

The five of them push their way over to the bar and Izumi did not joke when she said she would make room. Somehow, they miraculously get two barstools so Y/N and Jenny take those while the other free girls stand around them. Harry is still taking care of another customer’s order, but judging from the smirk on his lips, he has noticed the group already. 

“Excuse me! We would like to order!” Piper waves at him once he finishes up with the order and he doesn’t protest as he walks over to them. 

He is unsure how to act. Harry knew Y/N and her friends would be at the bar tonight, but they didn’t quite talk about how they should handle each other’s company with the girls around. Now he is stuck wishing he could lean over the counter and kiss her, acting like she is not the only woman he wants to look at among all the other women around the bar. 

“Hello ladies, what can I get for you?”

Izumi sighs, hearing his British accent and Y/N can already feel embarrassment crawling up her spine, knowing the girls will not hold back now that he is right in front of them. 

“Five tequila shots and surprise this beautiful lady over here,” Piper winks at him, nodding towards Y/N. 

“I’m sorry,” Y/N exhales. “I told them that we are–”

“That you swept her off her feet!” Alessia chimes in. Harry chuckles as he starts the order. 

“Did I?” he asks, peeking at Y/N.

“You did,” she nods shortly with a small smile. 

“Good. Because she did the same to me,” he adds, making Y/N’s friends cheer as she just lets her head hang low while she chuckles. “Alright, here you are, ladies. Five tequila shots and a vodka spritz for Y/N.”

Her gaze is glued to Harry as she takes a sip of her drink which includes actual alcohol this time. The group then tosses the shots back, lingering at the bar for a little longer, ordering another round of shots before the DJ starts playing some nostalgic hits from their teenage years, so they move over to the dance floor, now that all of them are kind of buzzed from the drinks. 

Y/N often finds herself glancing over at Harry behind the bar, already finding him looking at her dance with her friends. It seems like the smile is permanently etched onto his face, but after a few sexier songs, she notices the lust in his eyes as well. 

Their dates so far didn’t go further than some heavy makeout sessions. There weren’t any chances for spending the night together because of their opposite work schedules and the waiting has been growing their want for each other day by day. 

Now Harry can hardly focus on his work when Y/N is dancing in his sight, her curves moving seductively to the rhythm, urging him to abandon his post behind the bar and just claim her as his. 

Unfortunately, he is not the only one to admire her on the dancefloor. When a guy slowly moves up to her and starts dancing next to her clearly with the intention of getting closer, Harry suddenly wants to march over for an entirely different reason. 

“Your eyes are throwing fire, mate,” Jesse teases him, seeing the deathly stare he is sending the guy that’s trying hard to get Y/N to dance with her, though she keeps resisting. Harry only grunts in reply, grabbing a bottle of liquor a little more aggressive than he usually does. 

He loses track of her for a few minutes, because a girl can barely explain what she actually wants in her drink. When he looks up next, he sees no sign of Y/N or the guy on the dancefloor. A bit of panic starts rising in his chest, he is already contemplating asking to go on a break just so he can look around for her, but then he hears her voice. 

“Hi there, can I get a glass of water?”

Y/N is standing by the bar, her manicured fingers drumming on the counter and Harry doesn’t even try to hide his relief upon seeing her, without the guy. 

“Of course. Everything alright?” he asks, while grabbing a glass and filling it with soda.

“Sure. It was just getting a little too… crowded.”

“Where are the others?”

“Bathroom or smoking, we are having a break,” she shrugs. Harry places the tall glass of water in front of her and when she takes it, his hand moves to her wrist.

“We’re closing in an hour. How long are you planning to stay?”

“I don’t know. Izumi is pretty tired, I think they will start calling Ubers in half an hour.”

Harry nods with a tight smile and she catches up on it quite fast.

“Why?” she asks, tilting her head slightly to the side. 

“Are you tired too?”

“A little.”

“I was thinking that maybe you could… you know what, forget it. Just let me know when you’re leaving, okay?”

“I would love to stay until you’re off, Harry.” She didn’t need him to actually say it, she knew this is what he was thinking about, but he was too nervous to ask her to wait. 

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Maybe you can teach me how to make something once the place is closed.”

Harry’s grin grows wide as he nods. Not caring about the surroundings anymore, he leans over the bar and she gladly moves closer as well until they meet in a sweet, kind of sweaty, but very much needed kiss. 

“Oh no! My eyes!” Jesse shrieks joking, while a few other people whistle at them. They both smile into the kiss before pulling back. 

“Shut up, you idiot!” Harry punches his arm, that makes him pretend like he was hurt terribly, but Harry just rolls his eyes at his dramatic act. 

“I’ll go find the others.” Y/N takes her drink and starts backing away from the bar. 

“Okay, see you later.” He winks at her before the crowd swallows her. 

***

When the place is cleared out an hour later and the music has died down, the staff starts to quickly clean up before everyone heads home. Harry, on the other side goes to the back door and as he steps out into the alley, he immediately spots Y/N waiting for him. 

“Hey there,” he grins, holding the door open for her. When she is about to pass by him, he grabs her by the waist and pulls her in for a kiss before they both walk back inside. 

It’s odd for Y/N to see the bar this empty and lifeless. The staff has left so it’s just the two of them, the lights are only on above the bar, nowhere else. 

“Be careful, this is my territory.” Harry flashes a devilish smirk as Y/N is curiously looking around, the bar seems different from this angle and she can see what’s under the counter. 

“This feels illegal,” she whispers, as if anyone could hear her. Harry chuckles at her words and stepping closer he kisses her shortly. 

“So, what should be the last cocktail of the day?”

“Make me a fancy looking margarita.”

“Spicy?”

“Spicy.”

“Fancy looking spicy margarita, got it,” he nods, smirking.

Harry makes sure to involve her in the making of the drink, though she is still tipsy, giggling whenever she messes something up. Then she asks him to show her his best tricks and she even claps and whistles for him when he entertains her with some pretty difficult-looking flair skills. 

Then Harry pours the liquor into two glasses and hands her one. 

“This really looks fancy,” she smiles up at him happily.

“Do the taste test then.”

She takes a tiny sip at first, the spiciness hits her tongue and her eyes go wide as she looks up at him. 

“Oh, this is good!”

“Yeah?” he chuckles, sipping on his own drink.

“I love this. Maybe I should make a bar at the restaurant. Would you come work for me?”

“You’d be my boss then?” Harry arches an eyebrow. 

“Of course. I’m an excellent boss,” she grins proudly before taking another sip from her drink.

“Mm, I’m sure about that. But there’s something else I’d like you to be.”

“What is that?” she asks innocently, oblivious to where he is about to take the conversation. He brings his glass to his lips, but doesn’t drink, just smirks cheekily before answering.

“My girlfriend.”

Her eyes go wide and then her face softens, she even pouts her lips, placing her drink to the counter beside her. 

“For real?” Her reaction is definitely affected by the alcohol she has consumed tonight, she wouldn’t have let her feelings show this freely otherwise. 

“Yeah,” he nods with a soft chuckle, putting his own drink to the side. 

“But we haven’t even had sex!”

“I know,” he laughs, feeling his cheeks heating up at her words. They haven’t, she is right, though he has thought about it an obscene amount of times the past weeks, all while trying to stay a true gentleman. But his shower could definitely tell just how much he’s thought about it. “Do you have work in the morning?”

She shakes her head, slowly catching on what he is thinking about.

“Your place or mine?” she simply asks. 

“Where would you feel more comfortable?” His hands slip to her waist, pulling her against him, nose nuzzling into her hair as she leans into his embrace, her arms circling around his neck. 

“Probably mine,” she softly answers. “Let’s call an Uber.” She is already reaching into her purse to grab her phone, but he stops her quickly, hands wrapping around her wrists.

“Hey, you haven’t even answered my question yet,” he protests. 

“I’ll let you guess this one, based on the fact that I’m about to have sex with you.” She gives him an arched brow, earning a chuckle from him.

“I do have a strong guess, but… maybe I’m an old fashioned guy. I want to hear it from you.” 

She finds it cute, how his cheeks are turning pink. She enjoys seeing this side of him, all night when she watched him behind the bar he looked so confident and in his element, but this version of him… She is hoping it’s only reserved for her. 

Squaring her shoulders she blinks up at him innocently.

“I would love to be your girlfriend,” she says and watches as his grin grows wider on his handsome face. “Now can we go home?”

“Yes,” he nods, kissing her lips shortly but passionately. 

The Uber arrives quite fast and it’s not a long drive to Y/N’s place. They make out a little, giggle when they notice the driver peeking back at them, but try their best to avoid being inappropriate. When they finally arrive Harry is right in her heels as they make their way up to her apartment and when Y/N is fumbling with her keys at the door, he jumps on the opportunity to press up against her from behind, kissing down the side of her neck.

“If you keep doing that I won’t be able to unlock the door,” she chuckles breathily, but it quickly turns into a moan when he sucks on one specific spot.

“Fine by me, I could fuck you against this door right now.” His low murmur starts a fire in her and though the thought is tempting, she would rather not have her neighbors come out because she is moaning loudly in the hallway in the middle of the night. 

Willing all her power she finally unlocks the door and they practically fall inside. It’s a blind game as they kick the front door closed and make their way into her bedroom while the kissing never halters. Clothes start to peel off and they share giggles every time they bump into something and when they finally fall onto her bed they are both shirtless and his hands are fumbling with the zipper of her pants. His lips are traveling down her neck, he is already high on her taste and he hasn’t even tasted what he’s been thinking about for weeks now. When he wedges a thigh between her legs and her throbbing core can grind against it she arches her back with a moan at the sensation and he takes the opportunity to slip a hand underneath her, his fingers start working the clasp on her bra, but suddenly, she tenses. 

She feels safe with him. Nothing he did or said has raised any red flags, but his past relationships still haunt her despite all the work she has done to love herself as much as possible. The voices are still there in her head, messing with her thoughts whenever she finds herself in a vulnerable situation, like baring her body in front of a man. 

Harry notices the change in her instantly, his fingers move from the clasp and he pulls back so he can look at her face.

“Everything alright?” he asks, out of breath. 

“Yeah, yeah,” she nods, but not convincing enough. 

“We don’t have to do this, if you’re not ready, Y/N.” His voice is soft and understanding and she almost lets out a chuckle, because he is talking about stopping while she can very obviously feel his erection pressing against her. 

“No, no, I’m fine, I promise. I just…” Her chest deflates with a frustrated groan. “It’s not easy for me to get comfortable for the first time with someone.”

Harry is holding himself up on his arms, his eyes searching her expression, eyebrows furrowed.

“Bad experiences?” he asks and she nods. “An ex?”

“I didn’t make the best choices in the past when it came to men. I had… There was one in particular who liked to… talk about my body.”

She doesn’t have to elaborate for Harry to know. And he absolutely hates the idea that someone made her feel less than what she is, because to him, she is… everything. 

“I’m sorry you had to experience something like that. And while I can’t take that away, I can assure you that you never have to worry about it with me. I’m quite literally obsessed with you, the way you are.” He pecks her lips tenderly. “In fact, I can’t fucking believe I pulled you.”

She can’t help, but laugh at that and he smirks, seeing he successfully lightened the mood.

“What if I pulled you?” She challenges him. He pretends to think about it for a moment.

“Let me have this one thing. I want to shower in the glory that I pulled the most gorgeous woman who ever walked into the bar.”

Though she rolls her eyes, she feels giddy at his words and with that he successfully eased her nerves.

“Alright. I’ll give you this one,” she smiles at him and pulls him down by his neck, kissing his lips softly, but it quickly turns into something hungrier. 

When Harry’s hand returns to her bra clasp he pulls back just enough so he can look at her, silently asking for her permission, which she gives with a nod. Her bra flies across the room a moment later, baring her chest entirely to his greedy eyes and he swears he could come just by looking at her. She is full and curvy, so perfect and Harry wants to worship her in every possible way. 

An obscenely pornographic moan slips out of her mouth when his tongue swirls one of her nipples, his hand playing with the other. He takes his time, kissing and sucking, mapping every square inch of her body before moving on. 

His lips return to hers, but just until they get rid of the rest of their clothes. She only gets a touch of his cock, earning a rigged groan before he moves lower on her, lying on his stomach in front of her parted legs. He teases her drenched pussy with two fingers at first, checking all her reactions to see what gets her going the most and when he gets a hang of it, he adds his mouth into the game. She is whimpering and moaning, hands grabbing his hair when he touches an extremely reactive spot. 

The sight of her, gradually falling apart under his touch is easily one of the best things he has ever witnessed and for a moment he wonders how he even existed without this experience. 

He doesn’t stop until she comes on his tongue, the sweetness of her orgasm quickly becoming his favorite taste. 

When he climbs back up she is still trying to catch her breath, so he takes it slow at first, but when her hands wrap around his cock the struggle to hold himself back becomes irresistible. She tries to turn them over, in which she succeeds, but when she starts moving lower on him and he realizes what her intention is she stops her.

“Uh, I don’t think I will last long even without your pretty mouth.” He wipes his thumb across her bottom lip and her tongue darts out, touching the pad of his finger and his cock twitches from the sight. This beautiful woman, sitting on his lap entirely naked, ready to do whatever makes him satisfied and he can still see the glow of her orgasm on her face. 

He knows there’s no going back for him. 

“So you don’t want a blowjob?” she asks with pouty lips.

“Oh, believe me, I absolutely want one,” he chuckles. “But if you do that, I’m gone and I would rather fuck you.”

“Just a little taste?” she begs, already moving slowly lower, her hands wrapping around his cock. He whines at the touch and struggles to think straight.

Maybe just a little, he thinks to himself.

“Okay,” he breathes out and she doesn’t waste a moment, goes in boldly, slipping as much of his length into her mouth as possible at first and he gasps for air at the sudden sensation. 

She is not messing around, she knows he won’t let himself come in her mouth, but she still wants as much of it as possible. Her eyes water when she pushes even further, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat. 

“Shit, okay, I can’t.” He pulls her up in a frenzy and she just blinks at him innocently, like she did nothing, but he was on the verge of falling apart. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” he groans, pulling her down for a kiss and turning them over so he is on top again. She grins against his mouth proudly, loving how much effect she has on him. Hooking a leg around his hips she pulls him closer and he whimpers when his cock slips between her folds, her arousal coating his length.

“Wait, wait,” he whispers and pulling back he moves off the bed. He grabs his pants from the floor and fishes a condom out of his wallet. 

She pushes herself up on her eyebrows and watches him kneel on the mattress while rolling the condom on. The sight is glorious, she is obsessed with how fitting his presence is in her life already, like it’s not his first time in her bedroom, naked and ready to fuck her. She already knows she won’t want to let him go, ever. 

Harry climbs back over her, capturing her lips in a sweet kiss while he lowers his lips between her open legs. He pulls back and searches her eyes once again. 

“Everything alright?” he asks, wanting to make sure she feels just as good as he is. 

“Yeah,” she nods, smiling, brushing his hair out of his forehead. 

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N,” he whispers against her lips and reaching down between their bodies, he positions himself and a moment later his head is pushing inside of her. 

She gasps at the sensation, her walls are stretching around him as he slowly pushes in inch by inch. 

“Fuck, I-I won’t last long,” he chuckles nervously when he is all the way inside of her, his forehead dropping to her shoulder as he struggles to keep himself together. 

“Ten minutes?” she breathes out, still adjusting to his size. Harry whines.

“More like three,” he answers, half jokingly. She chuckles.

“Let’s aim for five,” she negotiates, running her nails down his back, a shudder following her movements down his spine. 

Harry pulls back, then pushes in again and quickly falls into a pace that feels just perfect for her as well and when he hits an angle that makes her toes curl she gasps for air.

“Okay, three might be enough for me too!” she rushes out, making him laugh, but it dies down quickly, when he can already feel his orgasm nearing. 

He tries his best to hold back and not seem like a teenager who is having sex for the first time, but she just feels so heavenly, it might as well be the second time losing his virginity. It’s like she was made for him entirely, she is everything he has ever wanted.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” she gasps, arms hooking around his neck as she pulls him down, his face burying into the crook of her neck. He is on the verge, desperate to let go, reaching down between their bodies his fingers find her clit and he starts drawing circles, adding to the sensation and that’s exactly what she needs to finally tip over the edge. 

His name rolls down her tongue over and over again as she gasps for air, her body arches underneath him and feeling her walls pulse around him is the last straw for him. 

“Fuck!” he groans, his thrusts fall out of rhythm, he pushes deep once, twice and the third time he stills, buried in her softness. 

Then he collapses on top of her, like a ragdoll. Her arms envelop him in a hot and sweaty hold, enjoying his weight that’s pushing her into the mattress like an anchor. They stay like that maybe for minutes, maybe for an hour, they have no idea. His lips pepper her neck with soft kisses before he rolls off with a grunt, lying on his back and she is quick to scoot closer to him. 

She plays with his necklace, curling the thin chain around her finger, watching his chest rise and fall at a lazy pace. His fingers are drawing patterns on her side gently, goosebumps running down her body when he reaches a softer spot. 

He disappears in the bathroom for a minute and returning he puts his underwear on, then Y/N takes the bathroom as well, then walks out in a pair of panties and she heads to the wardrobe to get a shirt as well, but Harry grabs her wrist and pulls her to bed before she could cover more of her body.

“Nope, no more clothes,” he mumbles into her neck, locking her in his arms, skin on skin, just how he wanted. She can’t help but chuckle and give in. Truthfully, she likes the way their bodies touch too, a shirt would ruin the connection. 

The sky is slowly changing outside as they fall asleep, limbs tangled, breathing synced, fully content. When they wake up they make love, slow and lazy, the promise of doing it over and over again for a long-long time hanging comfortably over their head. 

***

After dazzling the culinary world with her first restaurant, Y/N’s Kitchen, which earned three well-deserved Michelin stars, Chef Y/N is back with a bold new venture. This week her much-anticipated second restaurant, Stylish opened its doors to the fans of her unique cooking. Her new lovechild is a fusion of bold flavors, relaxed atmosphere, and a cocktail program that promises to be as memorable as the food.

Stylish is not just Y/N’s signature inventive cuisine, but also an intimate partnership that has grown both personally and professionally over the course of the past three years. The name itself is also an ode to the talented chef’s partner, Harry Styles who is currently the chief bartender of the restaurant’s modern-looking bar and the owner of Y/N’s heart. The two first met at The Golden Bar where Harry was working as a bartender, where Y/N spent a night out with her friends and instantly caught the attention of the charming mixer. A shared passion for flavor and creativity set up the base of a lasting relationship.

“Opening Stylish feels like coming full circle," Y/N says. "Harry and I have always talked about building something as a team. This business is the realization of that dream."

Y/N is listening proudly as Harry talks about the carefully curated list of cocktails that pair perfectly with the dishes served in the restaurant. The wide selection of regional spirits and exceptional wines along with an extraordinary cuisine that’s constantly pushing boundaries, Stylish is more than just a restaurant, it’s a celebration of connection, collaboration and most importantly love. 

Early buzz suggests that Stylish may soon follow in its sister restaurant’s Michelin-starred footsteps - but for Y/N and Harry, the real reward is doing what they love, together.

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