Something To Live For

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟHometown Baby *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

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“AND SHES A HOMETOWN BABY, COULD YOU PUT YOUR PHONE DOWN MAYBE?”- OUT FRONT, JACK HARLOW

The bass of the music reverberated through the walls of Sia’s house, blending with the hum of conversations and bursts of laughter. The party was in full swing, but Zaria Brown felt out of place. Dressed to perfection in a black satin dress that hugged her curves, she clutched her drink tightly, trying to drown out the creeping weight of her reality.

Her marriage wasn’t just rocky—it was practically falling apart. Her husband,Chris, hadn’t even noticed her leaving tonight. He rarely noticed anything these days.

“Girl, why are you standing here looking like a snack but acting like you’re invisible?” Sia’s voice cut through her thoughts.

Zaria turned to her oldest friend, managing a small smile. “Just…thinking, and plus I’m married.”

Sia rolled her eyes, pulling Zaria’s drink out of her hand and replacing it with a stronger one. “Well, stop. It’s a party. You look too good to waste the night thinking about him.”

Zaria sighed, leaning against the wall. “You don’t get it, Sia. It’s not that easy.”

“Of course, I get it,” Sia said, lowering her voice. “But you deserve more than what he’s giving you. And tonight? Just have fun. Forget him for a couple of hours.”

Before Zaria could respond, her eyes caught a familiar face across the room. Her heart skipped a beat. Jack Harlow.

He looked different now—more polished, more confident. His curls were neater, and his jawline sharper, he had grown a beard, but the mischievous spark in his eyes was still the same. He was leaning against the kitchen counter, casually sipping a drink while laughing with a small group.

“Sia,” Zaria whispered, gripping her friend’s arm. “Is that who I think it is?”

Sia followed her gaze and smirked. “Yup. Jackman Harlow. Bet you didn’t think you’d see him tonight, huh?”

“No, I didn’t,” Zaria admitted, her stomach twisting.

“Girl, he’s been blowing up since you last saw him. Got a whole career now,” Sia said, nudging Zaria. “And I’m pretty sure he’s single.”

“Sia,” Zaria hissed.

“What?” Sia shrugged innocently. “I’m just saying, he looks good. And considering your situation—”

“Sia.”

“Fine, fine. I’ll shut up. But don’t act like you’re not thinking about it,” Sia teased before walking off to mingle with another group.

Zaria hesitated before taking a step forward. She wasn’t sure why she felt compelled to approach him, but something about seeing Jack again after all these years made her chest tighten.

Jack noticed her as she crossed the room. His eyes widened slightly, recognition dawning. “Zaria?”

“Hey, Jack,” she said softly, a small smile playing on her lips.

He grinned, setting his drink down. “Wow. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”

“Yeah, it’s been a while,” she replied, folding her arms nervously.

“You look…amazing,” he said, his eyes briefly scanning her before meeting her gaze again.

“Thanks,” she said, feeling a warmth rise to her cheeks. “You don’t look too bad yourself. Seems like life’s treating you well.”

Jack chuckled. “Can’t complain. Music’s been good to me. What about you? How’s life?”

Zaria hesitated, the question hitting harder than she expected. “It’s…complicated,” she admitted.

Jack nodded, his smile fading slightly. “Fair enough.”

There was a brief silence before he gestured toward the patio. “Wanna step outside? It’s kinda loud in here.”

Zaria glanced around, spotting Sia across the room. Her friend gave her a thumbs-up and a not-so-subtle wink. Rolling her eyes, Zaria followed Jack outside.

The cool night air was a welcome change from the stuffy heat of the party. They stood by the railing, the distant sounds of music muffled.

“So,” Jack began, leaning against the railing. “What brings you here? Didn’t peg you as the party type anymore.”

“Sia dragged me out,” Zaria admitted with a small laugh. “She said I needed a break.”

“From what?” Jack asked, tilting his head.

Zaria hesitated again, staring at the stars. “Just…life. Marriage. You know, adult stuff.”

Jack’s expression shifted, concern flickering in his eyes. “Marriage, huh?”

“Yeah,” Zaria said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jack nodded slowly. “You happy?”

The question hung in the air, heavy and unavoidable. Zaria bit her lip, looking away. “It’s complicated, yeah.”

“Complicated,” Jack repeated, a hint of frustration in his tone. “Seems like a word people use when they’re trying to avoid the truth.”

Zaria turned to him, her eyes narrowing. “And what would you know about it, Jack?”

“Not much,” he admitted, holding up his hands. “But I know you. Or at least, I used to. And you don’t look like someone who’s happy.”

Zaria’s breath caught in her throat. She didn’t know how to respond, so she stayed silent, the weight of his words sinking in.

Jack sighed, running a hand through his curls. “Sorry. That was out of line.”

“No,” Zaria said quickly. “You’re not wrong. Things just…aren’t what I thought they’d be.”

Jack studied her for a moment, his expression unreadable. “If you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here. Always have been.”

Zaria’s lips parted, but no words came out. The vulnerability in his voice took her by surprise, and for a brief moment, she wondered what life might have been like if she’d made different choices.

“Thanks, Jack,” she finally said, her voice barely audible.

He nodded, his gaze lingering on her. “Anytime, Z.”

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always giving the other the first bite of their food (or the last bite)

“my food was aight but lemme get a bite of yours.” jack pouted as he watched you eat. “nobody told you to inhale your food jack and you not getting nothing because your greedy and i barely have any food left.” jack sideyed you as you continued to eat.

“wow its like that? i was gonna go to that coffee shop you’ve been begging me to take you but nevermind.” he said looking away from you.

you look at him and rolled your eyes. when he heard your fork hit the plate he smirked.

“wipe that look of your face and eat.” he turned around and you fed him your last few bites. he moaned a bit and you shook your head. “fatass..” you said with a laugh.

don’t follow me just to unfollow me. make up your mind before you hit the button.

002; 'my life would suck without you' sequel

synopsis: after your huge fight with jack he does everything he can to make you feel better

The argument played in your head as you stared into space. You knew you overreacted and you wanted to take back everything you said but it was too late.

Tears pricked your eyes and you lazily pulled your comforter over you hoping it would shield you from all your problems.

A knock met your bedroom door and all the anxiety you felt before struck through you.

"Y/n can we talk?" You heard jack's muffled voice through the door call out to you.

You laid there in fear but you knew it was better to talk it out now than later.

"Come in." Jack came right in with no hesitation and shut the door behind him.

"Listen..I know you've been feeling- you don't know what I've been feeling." You cut him off.

"Your right I don't. I really, really don't.." he inched closer to your spot on the bed.

"Remember when I was having trouble writing lyrics for the album and I didnt feel like going to the studio?" Jack asked you.

"Yeah. That happened more than once." You chuckled tiredly and sat up on the headboard of the bed.

"And you always showed up for me. Now I would really love to show up for you if you'll let me." You took his hand and softly caressed the ring on his finger.

"I'm not going anywhere y/n. Your stuck with me." He smiled and caressed your tear-stained cheek.

"Why are you being so nice to me? I've been fucking awful to you." You asked as you leaned into his touch to hide the tears that threatened to spill.

"I can handle it." You smiled and gave him a soft kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Hey I got you something." He gave you a bag of kfc which made you look up at him with a pout on your face.

"My life would suck so much without you jack." You laughed and pulled out the items he got for you and him.

jack’s world ⚝

recognize; JACK HARLOW

MOONLIGHT; jack harlow

WATCH YOUR MOUTH; jack harlow

daddys girl; jack harlow

001; love in the time of post-partum

↳ sequel 002; my life would suck without you

how come you always end up under my blanket?

THE MOVE IN; 001

"i brought you flowers." "for what?" "there has to be a reason?"

always giving the other the first bite of their food (or the last bite)

opening the door for them or pulling their seat out before they sit down!

waiting until you get inside to pull off

HI LOVE MY BRAIN GOES BRRR RN-

so remember the little drabble you wrote about 'oral fixation' where Bakugou sucked on tiddies

Well

Let's turn it around and say you got a stressful day at work so when you come home and lean against his chest for comfort- he catches you in his arms thinking you want a hug but suddenly you pull his tanktop up and start sucking on his tiddies as well because gawd it calms you so much and they're so soft and warm

Bakugou loves the feeling of your mouth around him and he can feel his pants getting tighter with every suck, lick or nibble you make <\3

-glasses anon

## new match ! -> fixated.

— re: katsuki bakugou.

— a/n: PLEASE okay, i had to write this because i did the reverse a few months ago and it makes me so happy !! i hope you liked this baby, thank you for sending it in <33

— cw: smut, mdni 18+, oral fixation, dry humping, soft baku :(( gn!reader.

— wc: 1.5K

okay but like ?? i can imagine you waddling in after a really long day, like your whole body is sore and your manager completely shattered your confidence and all you need is some comfort so naturally you’re heading straight for bakugou.

as always, he doesn’t question you when you collapse on top of him, clinging to every wave of warmth that radiates from his body. he doesn’t say a word when you force your head under his chin and curl up— he might look away from his phone or book for a second, just to sweep his vermillion eyes over you and check that you’re not physically hurt. but bakugou would never push you unless he knew that he needed to.

it’s only when you toy with the hem of his shirt, debating on tugging it up without asking ,that he gives you his full attention. “what’s the matter?” his voice rumbles through his chest, vibrating underneath you in an oddly calming way...because bakugou’s voice sounds like home, wraps you up and keeps you safe.

“bad day,” you tell him, still thumbing a loose string on his shirt and occasionally brushing the heat of his tummy.

“wanna talk about it?” you’d shake your head, hand crawling further up his shirt just to feel him but it’s not enough to touch his skin or to have his arms wrapped around you. you need more. katsuki cocks his head down at you— there’s something you need but won’t say. he’s always been one for tough love, never backing down when he sees you struggle but he can’t help you without letting you help yourself too. running a large hand down the curve of your spine, he speaks again in gentle tones. “you gotta use your words with me, you want somethin’ don’cha?”

“wanna be close to you…” is all you can manage, turning your face into his chest as craving to hear the thump of his heart becomes too much to withstand. bakugou wouldn’t force anymore out of you from there— he’d already have an inkling of what you needed, pushing you back to sit up and throw off his shirt before helping you to do the same.

skin on skin, is how you felt closest to bakugou. vulnerable to the blood red stare in the form of your lover’s eyes. you feel naked under his gaze even when you already are, you feel cool and goosebumps rise on your arms even though his skin is hot. but when katsuki’s rough hands tilt your chin up so he can reach you for a kiss— you don’t feel scared or unwanted or unloved, because he tells you without words that you’re all that he needs, that you’re more than good enough although the world or whatever bothers you screams that you aren’t.

the voice of bakugou’s love for you has always been louder than anyone else’s, his presence has always been more overwhelming than anything else you’ve ever felt. so you’ve learned over the years to trust him, to believe in what he says.

so with lips locked and bare skin against bare skin, your hands both perched at his collar bones begin to travel over the uneven patches of his body— the ones with battle stories written across flesh in the form of scars, your lips free his and start their own journey too, heading further south until your nose is pressed up against his heart beat.

you’d look up at katsuki, eyes locked and breath ticklish against your skin— as if you’re waiting for permission that he’ll give you anyways. behind his eyes you find reassurance before your mouth slips over his chest and encases one of his nipples. bakugou hisses at first, his chest had always been a sensitive area for him— especially with the scar scrawled between his pectoral muscles in chicken scratch— but whenever you’d asked, he let you suck away on it, watching the stress seep out of your pores and your body physically relax.

you can’t help but cling to bakugou, running your tongue over his perky nipples in slow circles and breathing heavily through your nose— your eyes grow hazy just as the memories of your bad day do. you can’t remember what your manager had said to make you so upset, they’re not even a thought in your mind. instead your mind is filled with bakugou and all the ways in which he overwhelms you. his presence is strong enough to flood a room and fill your heart with ease, he’s always been that way.

he’s always been your rock.

you hum in content, sleepy and pacified as your lover brushes his hands over your head, cooing to you as you suck on his chest and leave tiny bites in your wake. maybe you mark him to prove comfort to yourself, knowing that you’ll be the only person to ever have katsuki bakugou like this. to love and hold him like this.

to see the faint shade of pink rose rise on his cheeks while you drool and slobber over his chest painted with blue and purple blooms.

katsuki bakugou is your garden, your place of peace and solace.

eventually you come up for air, a light shine to your chin from where you’ve sucked too much on his pecs and your spit has seeped from the corners of your mouth— your brain crackles with serotonin, your body warm and soft against bakugou’s. and he smiles at you, vermillion orbs brimming with adoration as he swipes his thumb over your chin. “feelin’ good, darlin?” he coos down to you, head tilted as he looks at you through his pretty lashes.

he’s so pretty and you’re so so lucky. “‘m okay, i jus…” you can’t find the words, your mind too full of him and too tired to find words. your eyes start to water, a whimper laying wet on your bottom lip as you find yourself . “love you,”

“you do?” bakugou asks, although he already knows the answer and you know, he knows from the light brush of his thumb under your soaked starry eyes and the toothy, hooded grin shot your way. “yeah you do. y’know that i love you too, yeah? ain’t nothin’ gonna stop me from doin’ so,”

your tummy rumbles with warmth and affection, body moving on its own accord to press yourself closer to the man above you— as if your body will melt into his if you try hard enough and will fill your need to become one with katsuki bakugou. dazed, brain fuzzy you latch onto his unattended nipple, not missing the way bakugou’s hips jump up and a quiet groan wets his pink lips. teeth and tongue the pink bud, keeping you sane after everything you’ve been through especially when bakugou’s hands slowly drop to your ass to pull your hips through the motion with his.

like this, your bodies feel perfect slotted against one another— the grinding of your hips fluid like waves pushing and pulling against a calm shoreline. you’re made for bakugou and he is the same for you. he’s the moon to your tide, the gravity that keeps you down to earth. your everything, you decide.

you’re his everything too, it’s written amongst the almost brown flecks contrasting against his dark red eyes— especially with the way he looks at you, mirroring your content expression as you write your love in the form of teeth marks and bruises against his scarred chest. when your tongue rolls across his rosey bud, you moan— relaxed and katsuki gasps, pinching you here or there, pushing his ever growing hard on into the sanctum of your soft thighs.

you could cum like this, both of you, but there isn’t a feverishness or need to, only underneath the desire to be close to one another— to cling to the intimacy hanging in the warm air of the night. the affinity you share blooms like rose petals across your skin from the build up of the night— hazy smiles and soft touches are shared until you surface for air and all you can breathe is him.

so when you do eventually both reach your highs from grinding against one another—katsuki’s clothed dick brushing your sex in regular motions, his breath hot against your lips— his chest stings with your fixation for him, bruised purple until your body comes down from its trembles and the stress is eliminated from your bloodstream.

“love you,” you repeat into a kiss with bakugou—clothes soiled, and your chest sticky and lips bruised.

“love you too, never gonna stop loving you,” bakugou smiles, chest and pecs sore from your attention but heart beating strong for you. “no matter what,”

and katsuki? he meant every word, because even if you biting and sucking at his chest would take away from all the pain you felt, would make you soft and at ease in his arms like you were right now, he’d take your fixation over your stress any day... tender chest and all.

HELPP☠️🌚

WATCH YOUR MOUTH; jack harlow

"It's the way you embarrassed me last night and don't even have the balls to apologize." You said aggressively folding your clothes.

"Things happen y/n! I was caught up with work and couldn't make it." He said running his fingers through his curls.

"You say that every time like it's a valid excuse! You couldn't send me a quick text to let me know you wouldn't make it so I wasn't sitting there looking like a fucking idiot?" You said getting more and more pissed off.

"So your mad i'm doing my job? How do you think i'm able to afford all these nice things? Take you out on dates? That money doesn't just come out of my ass." He said trying to find every reason to drop this.

"Bro I fucking work just as hard as you do and I still make time for you!" You yelled getting up to walk out the room.

He grabbed you harshly by your wrist, forcing you to look at him.

"I don't give a fuck how mad you are chill with that dumb shit. I'm not one of your little friends." He said inching closer to your face.

You felt your cheeks heat up at the way he manhandled you.

"I can say whatever the fuck I want to say." You said challenging him.

"You think this is funny? We'll see who abouta be laughing after i'm done wit'chu." He said throwing you on the bed.

002; 'my life would suck without you' sequel

synopsis: after your huge fight with jack he does everything he can to make you feel better

The argument played in your head as you stared into space. You knew you overreacted and you wanted to take back everything you said but it was too late.

Tears pricked your eyes and you lazily pulled your comforter over you hoping it would shield you from all your problems.

A knock met your bedroom door and all the anxiety you felt before struck through you.

"Y/n can we talk?" You heard jack's muffled voice through the door call out to you.

You laid there in fear but you knew it was better to talk it out now than later.

"Come in." Jack came right in with no hesitation and shut the door behind him.

"Listen..I know you've been feeling- you don't know what I've been feeling." You cut him off.

"Your right I don't. I really, really don't.." he inched closer to your spot on the bed.

"Remember when I was having trouble writing lyrics for the album and I didnt feel like going to the studio?" Jack asked you.

"Yeah. That happened more than once." You chuckled tiredly and sat up on the headboard of the bed.

"And you always showed up for me. Now I would really love to show up for you if you'll let me." You took his hand and softly caressed the ring on his finger.

"I'm not going anywhere y/n. Your stuck with me." He smiled and caressed your tear-stained cheek.

"Why are you being so nice to me? I've been fucking awful to you." You asked as you leaned into his touch to hide the tears that threatened to spill.

"I can handle it." You smiled and gave him a soft kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Hey I got you something." He gave you a bag of kfc which made you look up at him with a pout on your face.

"My life would suck so much without you jack." You laughed and pulled out the items he got for you and him.

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