#HIIIIII WAVES MY ARMS AROUND

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[mariasont]

hi hiiiiii!!! could you do a hotch x bau reader where there’s an age difference between them like she’s in her 20’s and she has a crush on him and thinks it’s stupid and the team tease her about it but apparently he has a crush on her too? thank youuuu i love your work so much

Stupid Crush - A.H

a/n: your wish is my command, thank you so much for requesting i hope you love it <3

masterlist

pairings: aaron hotchner x fem!reader

warnings: idiots crushing on each other, age gap (20s and 40s), garcia spilling the beans about reader's crush (not cool penelope!)

wc: 1.4k

Your tennis shoes were scuffing into the padded floor, hands resting on your hips while your bottom lip bore the brunt of your anxious chewing. You were here to train, led by your favorite boss.

But your concentration was slipping, stolen by the sight of that same boss, Aaron Hotchner, who managed to make even the simplest training gear look exceptionally good.

You were trying to be discreet, but with your track record, you were sure that wasn't the case. As the youngest member of the team, you'd grown accustomed to the good-natured teasing--a sort of rite of passage, really. But the teasing took on a new intensity whenever it involved your poorly concealed crush on Hotch.

The whole team knew, and they would never let you forget that they knew, constantly reminding you of the way you laughed a little too hard at his dad jokes, how you were the first to agree with his plans, and how you were always finding an excuse to stay late and help him with paperwork.

And to your absolute horror, their teasing was as subtle as a sledgehammer. Morgan winking at you when Hotch compliments your work, Prentiss sending you mortifying texts anytime he was near, and Garcia had taken to called you Mrs. Hotchner when in private.

You blinked--once, twice--as you attempted to refocus your attention to where Hotch's mouth was moving, explaining something about a wrist release move, meant to disarm a larger attacker from behind--a lesson you definitely should be absorbing. Instead, it took the unexpected call of your name from his direction to snap you out of your daze.

He was motioning you to the front. Your brows leapt upwards, and you looked around, hoping for an out of some sort. Bu the knowing looks and suppressed chuckles of your teammates made it clear--they wouldn't dream of intervening, not when they were about to be so thoroughly amused.

You let out a small, defeated sigh as you allowed your legs to carry you forward, all the while ignoring the team's exchange of looks as if they could just sense how flustered you were sure to get.

"How do you want me?"

You resisted the urge to slap a hand over your mouth as soon as you said it, the room filled with muffled snickers. Hotch didn't bat an eye, all but manhandling you, turning you to face the wall with him at your back.

"Now, when the unsub grabs you from behind, like this," he says, his arm a firm band across your chest in a way that made you have to remember how to breathe. "Your first instinct is to panic. But you need to stay calm and think about your next move."

"That might be kind of hard for her." The comment, possibly from JJ, washed over you, igniting a wave of heat that spread like wildfire across your skin.

"The key here is to use the unsub's grip against them. You're going to twist your wrist towards their thumb. The thumb is the weakest part of their grip. So you'll rotate like this," he guides your hand, "and pull down sharply."

You followed his instructions, doing your utmost to overlook just how close he was to you and the way it was sending your senses into a tailspin, especially as his voice seemed to echo intimately in your ear. 

"Now, as you're doing that, you want to step to the side, out of their immediate reach. This will give you the space to turn and face the threat. Then, with your free hand, you deliver a strike to the unsub's face or neck to incapacitate them."

As he stepped back, air filled your lungs once more. You managed to move independently, but you kept your chin dipped low, hiding your face, terrified by the thought of him noticing the fluster all over your face.

"Let's try that again, but this time, I want you to do it without my guidance," he instructed. His voice was clear, but your attention had drifted to the curve of his cheek, the focus in his eyes. "Remember, swift and precise movements. And don't forget to breathe."

Another round of giggles. You were going to hide all of their favorite mugs later.

You returned to the starting position, fitting snugly against him. This time, his hand on your hip brushed against bare skin, eliciting an instinctive twitch and a giggle from your lips.

"You okay?"

You pressed you lips together, silently thanking the gods as his hand found a new home on your shoulder. A mute nod was all you could muster, not trusting your own words as you repeated his instructions, ignoring the searing heat that seemed to engulf your body.

"Good. That's exactly what you need to do." Your nose and ears were burning. "It's not about strength; it's about leverage." He pressed a hand to your back as he faced the rest of the team. "Alright, take five."

After the demonstration, you and Garcia were huddled by the water cooler, taking a generous sip as if that would somehow cool down your insides.

Garcia leaned in, pushing her glasses up her nose, and murmured, "You know, if you keep acting like that, Hotch is going to figure out that you're not just for his profiling skills."

You sputtered, water dribbling down your chin as you tried to form a denial, but what emerged was nothing short of babble, and you were acutely aware that your expression was likely revealing everything you wished to hide.

A throat cleared behind you, and you felt a chill run through you, your hand automatically setting the cup down. Garcia's eyes turned to saucers, and you didn't need to turn around to know who it was--your body's instinctive response to his nearness said it all.

"Could I see you in my office?"

You whipped around, thumb jabbing into your chest as your gaze collided with his. "Me?"

"Yes, you."

Your heart seemed to sink, but still, you obediently followed him, like a puppy. Morgan's elbow connected with your side as you walked by, mouthing a good luck.

Alright, new plan, you weren't just going to hide Morgan's favorite mug, you were going to throw it out the window.

You trailed Hotch into his office, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk, your heart pounding as he closed the door with a click--never a good sign.

"I'm really sorry, sir. Garcia's just, you know, she's probably drunk, and I don't have—well, you're definitely hot, obviously, I mean, not obviously, but I didn't mean—,"

Hotch cut you short with the raise of his hand, moving so he was sitting in his chair behind the desk. "What are you talking about?"

"Garcia's comment, about me having a crush on you," you admit, and then your mouth forms the perfect o of realization. "Unless you didn't hear that, and I just outed myself for no reason?"

His brows nearly disappeared into his hairline. "You have a—,"

"Right, so you didn't hear that. Forget I said anything. I'm sure there's something I need to do... somewhere else, so I'll just—,"

You were scrambling out of your chair, silently pleasing for the floor to open up, but you didn't get far, a hand wrapping around your wrist, keeping you firmly in place.

"Hold on a second."

"Please, Hotch. I've humiliated myself enough, don't you think? If you have any respect for me still, let me leave with at least some of my dignity intact."

You were already mentally mapping out your options: transferring, resigning, even fleeing the country. A different name, a new passport--Garcia could probably help with that.

"I hold you in a higher regard than just respect." Each word was diminishing the space between you.

Maybe you could go to Puerto Rico? That's still technically U.S. territory. Or maybe Mexico, though, given Reid's history, it's probably best to steer clear.

"Well, that's good, I guess."

He pauses, pinching the bridge of his nose before looking up. "I'm not good at this."

"Good at what?"

"Asking pretty women on dates."

"Who are you asking on a date?"

"Christ." He exhaled sharply before leaning forward, pressing a soft, firm kiss to your lips. 

When he pulled away, you blinked up at him, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, am the pretty woman you're trying to ask out?"

"Is that a yes?"

You couldn't help the wide smile that spread across your face. "That's sooooo a yes."

You looped your arms around his neck and pulling him down for another kiss. This time, it was deeper. You decided that you could kiss him forever, and it would still be your favorite pastime.

Maybe it wasn't such a stupid crush.

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[turtlecleric]

[runs through your wall at full speed like the coolaid man] FOR THE DIALOG-ahem, sorry. screaming. for the dialogue prompts 👁👁 may I humbly request number 2 with rise leo por favor mi amor 👁👁

Hiiiiii Keishaaaaa 💕 anything for you, my dear!

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“Come here, dumbass.” with rise!Leo

AU where future!Leo came to the past with Casey Jr.

CWs: blood, death, technically reader death but also not? 

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Leon catches himself staring, sometimes. He'd thought that maybe his memory had put you on a pedestal after he'd lost you, painted you as kinder and more lovely than you actually were - but no. You're just as he remembers, with that laugh that makes his heart flutter and those eyes that make it impossible to say no if you look up at him just right. It's so strange, knowing a version of you that doesn't know him. A you that doesn't seek him out. A you that belongs to someone else. 

Well. It's not really someone else, but… in all the ways that matter, it is. 

It has to be karma. Some sort of twisted punishment from the universe. That's all it can be, really, when he has to watch his younger self act like a complete and total jackass around you. Flirting with you constantly but never actually making a move. Making you blush and laughing it off. Cracking jokes and pushing your buttons and making Leon lose his fucking mind because he knows so much better now, knows that you deserve better. 

He's got to keep it together. 

It's movie night, now. Leo is sitting next to you. Pressed against your side, with an arm around your shoulders like it means nothing. Like Leon wouldn't give anything to so casually hold you in his arms again. 

Leon tries to focus on the movie, but he can smell the faint scent of your shampoo from here. He keeps looking back at you, unable to stop himself, and when Leo's fingers idly caress your shoulder, Leon catches the pretty pink that dusts your cheeks. 

It reminds him of… certain memories. Memories he really shouldn't be thinking about right now, in the same room as a much younger version of you. Although, you were about this age when he and you first started to-

Leon breathes slowly. Forces his gaze back on the movie. 

“Are you cold, hermosa?” Leo murmurs in your ear, drawing Leon's eyes to you once again. Leo's mouth is right up against your ear, and his fingers continue to trail slowly up and down your arm. “You've got goosebumps.”

You swallow, breathing a little fast. Leon gets a little lost in the movement of your throat, then in the way your lips part as you speak. “I'm okay. Thanks.”

Leo hums, watching you intently for a few more moments, then shrugs and turns back to the movie. “If you say so.”

Leon wants to punch the smirk off his stupid face. 

By the time the movie ends, Leon has long since given up trying to stop himself from glaring. He can tell that you've noticed, but Leo is acting like everything is fine. He might even be enjoying Leon's quiet rage, if that cocky smile he gets every time he glances at Leon is anything to go by. 

Leon wonders what it would mean for him if he strangled his younger self to death. He won't know unless he tries, right?

He's joking. 

Mostly.

Movie night ends. You say goodnight. Give everyone a hug. Everyone but Leon, of course. Respecting the boundary he's put in place, even if you don't fully understand why. You give him a little wave instead. It's still too much, but he nods in response, trying to ignore the way his chest tightens at your clear disappointment. 

How could he possibly explain?

He waits until there's no doubt that you're out of earshot to confront Leo. “Stop messing with her.”

There's that cocky smile again. “I don't know what you're talking about, Viejo.”

Leon takes a deep breath, trying to quell the rage that simmers beneath his scales. “She doesn't deserve your bullshit, Leo. She deserves to be treated with respect.”

“Come on, old man, what happened to you?” Raph hisses Leo's name. A warning that Leon himself has heard a thousand times. A warning he's missed having, wished he could've heard just one more time, a thousand more. And just like he always did, Leo pushes forward anyway. “What? I'm just saying, he's blowing this way out of proportion. What's the big d-ah!”

Leon grabs Leo's mask tails, yanking him closer and snarling, “Come here, dumbass.” He holds Leo there, glaring into the wide, shocked eyes of his younger self, and before he can think better of it-

Their eyes glow blue when the mind meld connects. 

An odd echoing, familiar but warped. Looking into a mirror in a dream. A flurry of thoughts, a maelstrom of emotions. Flashes of color blurring into images into memory into

He's calling your name. You always answer when he calls. Always. So why aren't you answering? Why

Screeching. Screaming? Each footfall sends a jarring impact through his bones. He needs to find you. Where

Everything stops. Spins, tilts, then settles into place, but it settles wrong because it's you but 

He says your name, but it's like a question he doesn't want the answer to.

He rushes over, tripping over his own feet. Clumsy, Leo, what is he

It's you but

You're stuck, lying flat in the dirt. Impaled by the claws of a dead hound. Of course you took the fucker out with you. Of course you

“Leo. Can't- can't breathe.”

Your hands reach for him. Slick with blood. Panic, his, yours, choking, choking

When he removes the hound you shriek, sobs ringing in his tympana. Gasping. Begging.

“I know baby, I know. I've got you, okay?” He needs to get you back to the base. Get you patched up somehow. Ignore the red. Ignore the

“H-hurts.” He can barely hear you. He gathers you in his arms, wincing at the choking screams. He knows it hurts, he knows. “Leo. Leo, please-”

His hands are sticky. Almost home. “Shhhhh, I've got you. It's okay, it's okay, just keep breathing.”

They're everywhere. It's so loud, but you're so

Quiet. Why are you

Movement. Sound. Impacts that fall too close, making him stumble, but he still makes it through the portal, makes it to the medbay, places you on the cot. You're staying so still for him while he works. You always were a good patient, but this is

Wrong.

“Leo.”

“Donnie, get me a bag of O neg, I need to-”

“Leo, stop. Please.”

Slick hands. You're so quiet. You're

They're pulling him away, but he's not done. He has to patch you up, can't they see that you need

“Leo, stop!”

You're

The connection snaps like a frayed string. Leo staggers backward, his shell colliding audibly with the wall, and he slides to the floor. His plastron heaves with every breath, his eyes wide and horrified, and Leon watches quietly as tears streak down Leo's face. The cocky smile is gone, and he can't find it in himself to feel anything but hollow satisfaction. 

Someone says something, but Leo is focused only on his younger self. Surely, surely, he understands now. He stalks forward, crouching and grabbing Leo by his sash to pull him closer. “She. Deserves. Better. Get your shit together. I won't tell you again.”

Leo stares up at him, eyes somehow widening further. He's visibly shaking, and all Leon can think is good. 

After a long, tense moment, Leo nods. Leon releases him and stands, glaring down at Leo for another few seconds before he's fully satisfied. He turns on his heel, going straight to his room without another word. 

No one follows.

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[terras-domain]

Memories of Us

Characters: Kim Chaehyun, Yu Jimin (Karina)

Tags: friends with benefits, sensual, lesbian sex, titty play, pussy play, somewhat fluff

Words: 1869 words

Author's Note: Hiiiiii terra here! Tbh I'm really excited for this work especially if it blows out. I think the dynamic between Chaehyun and Karina would work so well together especially since surprise surprise CHAEHYUN WAS FROM FUCKING SM! I think we can lead this to adding another idol which I'm pretty sure we all know who if it's Yu Jimin, right? In any case, I'll do my best to this work and if I think it's good enough, I'll try to do continue it more as a series. Enjoy <33!

"With MY world in the back, WORLD in the back YEAH!" As the song slowly ended, Chaehyun hurries towards Karina, wrapping her arms around her hips as Karina looks at her with a soft smile, patting her head before looking at the camera, waving to end the TikTok challenge for Drama. "Alright, thank you so much for your hard work, girls." The cameraman showed a thumbs up as the crew clapped their hands for their hard work, starting to pack up their tools and get going for the next video production. "Uwaaah~ unnie you did so well~" Chaehyun's eyes sparkles as she looks up to Karina, clearly enthusiastic of meeting her old friend back when she was an SM trainee. "Awww Chaehyun knock it off with the formals~! Jimin is good enough and you know that, right?" Karina giggled, seeing the bubbly Chaehyun in front of her, rolling back their trainee days. The times where Chaehyun had to endure a lot of criticisms for her lack of dancing and her body shape, Karina has always been there to support and comfort her, often giving her encouragement to do better too. Such precious memories for the Kep1er vocalist even though it was short due to SM terminating her contract.

After a little small talk, Karina invited Chaehyun to relax at aespa's waiting room. The girls are out to buy coffee at the barista downstairs, so it'll be just the two of them for the time being. As they both lounged on the couch, Chaehyun leaned down to Karina's shoulders, sighing. "I missed you, Jiminnie." Her tone started to sound like a vent. Karina, who is still clueless about the situation, only patted her head, smiling while still scrolling through her Instagram feed. "Awww, but I'm here now, right? Hahah c'mon Chae~ cheer up a bit." Karina playfully caressed Chaehyun's cheeks, pinching and pulling it while giggling as the ex-SM trainee pouted. "I'm being serious here Jimiiin~" She scowled and threw a little tantrum, which only fueled Karina's laughter more, seeing Chaehyun's adorable face blush red from anger and embarrassment. She has to admit, she did miss teasing Chaehyun, although she does have Winter as her victim now.

Despite Chaehyun's adorable growls of frustration, Karina still didn't take her seriously. Her hands are still fixated on Chaehyun round puffy face, squishing her cheeks and pinching them occasionally. It was at that point Chaehyun lost it, grabbing her unnie's hands and pushing them away and now hugging her tight, almost like she's trying to squeeze her body. "Unniieeeee! I'm being serious here!" Her red flushed face faced to the cushions of the couch. Blushing from her out of character behaviour, she can't even move a muscle, still flustered from her actions towards her unnie that she looks up to so much. Karina could only bite her lips, trying not to burst out and laugh. After taking a long, deep breath, Karina sighed, and slowly tapped her old colleague's scalp, scratching it a bit as if she's doing one of her ASMR lives, trying to comfort the shy Chaehyun. "Alright Chae Chae, what is it? I'll take you seriously this time~" She smiled as soon as Chaehyun's face lifts up, pouting as her large round eyes shined back too Karina's. "I missed you, Jiminnie."

Karina only sighed as she smiled, looking art her old friend being as clingy and adorable as she remembers, the same Kim Chaehyun she spends her time with for years together in the SM building. She can see the attachment Chaehyun had with her, and it melted her heart. "I missed you too, Chaehyun." Karina ruffled Chaehyun's hair, before her hand guided the main vocalist up, making their faces level. Karina slowly lifted up Chaehyun's bangs, giving her a kiss on the forehead. "I'm here for you Chae~" a soft whisper echoed into Chaehyun's ear, giving her goosebumps, both from the cringeyness of Karina's words but also the nostalgia. The feeling when she always had Karina by her side, caring and supporting her every step of the way. After the kiss Karina gave on her forehead, Chaehyun looked as if she spaced out, lost in thought. "Chae...?" Karina snapped her fingers, trying to gain her consciousness again. She eventually did, but not a word was let out of her mouth. Instead a kiss on the cheeks, her mouth charging to Karina's.

"Mh~!" Karina was flustered, but also not really surprised by the sudden reaction by Chaehyun. She's always been a clingy little baby to her and she guesses that little clinginess never faded away from Chaehyun's nature. Instead of pushing her away, Karina embraced her, tucking Chaehyun's long wavy hair behind her ears as Karina softly caressed the back of her scalp. The kiss lasted for about 30 seconds before Karina broke the two pairs of lips' moment of connection, leaving the two in a state of silence. Chaehyun was blushing, red as a tomato and Karina was just trying to process the whole situation, not knowing what to do. "J-Jiminnie~ I want m-more, please~!" With her face facing the couch, Chaehyun's plead for satisfaction was said aloud, finally admitting to her desires.

Karina could never say no to those cute puppy eyes of Chaehyun. All she could do is please Chaehyun's undying desire for her. Her former colleague in SM, both now in seperate ways, but their lips never this close in their lives. Karina pinning the Kep1er member to the wall and kissing her pretty mouth, occasionally sucking on Chaehyun's tongue which made her whimper, melting in Karina's arms. "Fuuuuck~ Jiminnie~" Chaehyun was just a mess at that point, having her mouth dominated by her old friend back in SM, her whimpers and words weren't even fully audible due to her lips being locked my Karina's. The aespa leader takes charge, tiptoeing her fingers slowly towards Chaehyun's crotch, touching the wet spot on her safety shorts. "You've been enjoying a lot haven't you, Chae?" Chaehyun couldn't do a thing but pout and nod to Karina's question.

The excited Yu Jimin giggled, seeing how adorable Chaehyun is behaving, making the sexual tension in the room sky rocket. Karina guided Chaehyun to lean back to her seat, letting her more access to take the lead. Karina gently removes Chaehyun's top, not completely off, just enough to see her bare tits out. They both know that the staff could crash in the room any moment and it's gonna be one hell of an explanation to get them off this situation. "You're so hard here too Chaehyunnie~" Karina looked at her friend's volumed breasts, her nipples getting hard and stiff from the stimulation and the cool-airconditioned room. Chaehyun let out a soft moan before she managed to answer as Karina's mouth takes in her left nipple, sucking on it gently. "Jiminnie~ wait...nghhh-" Chaehyun bit her lips, containing her moans from escaping, she doesn't want the staff to catch them like this. Or even worse, the rest of the aespa members seeing them like this.

Karina continues her pursuit, now her hands roaming towards Chaehyun's inner thighs, hiking up her skirt. "Let me please you down there too, Chaehyun" she whispered, sending shivers down Chaehyun's spine. Chaehyun could feel Karina's hand moving closer to cunt, slowly touching her pussy covered in the white cloth of her panties, dribbles of precum painting on her underwear painting the situation, Chaehyun an absolute mess for Karina. She took charge of the situation by starting to rub her fingers gently on Chaehyun's panties, all whilst her mouth kept on sucking on her old friend's round boob, sucking with Karina's eyes sparkling at Chaehyun's. "Jiminnie, it feels so fucking good~" Chaehyun's moans finally made some human words out. It was words of encouragement for Karina to do more, and more did she do. Karina's hand slide Chaehyun's panties to the side, revealing her pink temple, where Karina starts to slide her index and middle finger inside Chaehyun's pussy. The stimulation made her scream out a moan, Chaehyun starting to lose her cool and turns into a moaning mess, enjoying her old friend's gentle fingers, digging in her cunt which made her twitch and shiver. "Jiminnie~, I'm gonna cum~" Chaehyun cries, putting a smirk on Karina's face. "Cum for me then, Chae. I want you to lots of pleasure~" "oh god, Jiminnie, I'm cummiiiiing!" Karina's words was more than enough to make her cum, releasing out her pleasures and coats Karina's two fingers.

The after effects of Karina's assault on her pussy, Chaehyun is left panting, reaching for air. "Jiminnie, I wanna make you cum too" her eyes looked straight at Karina's eyes, then tracing down her body. Karina, needing to let it out, is as eager as her old trainee partner is. "I need it to Chae. Make me feel good." She asked, her breathy voice sounded full of lust as she undoes her pants, showing her bare cunt. The room is ever so chilly yet the tension between is too hot to handle. Chaehyun didn't need an instruction to understand the situation; instantly falling to her knees, between Yu Jimin's legs. Chaehyun takes her tongue out, her mouth now on Karina's pussy, starting to lick it while looking up at the aespa leader's eyes.

Karina tilted her head back, feeling the cold tender lips of Chaehyun starting to give the attention she needed, making her moan as her hands hold on her boobs, groping herself as she enjoys the pleasure. "F-fuuuuck, yes Chae~. Just like that, I love your mouth so bad." Once again, Chaehyun is motivated by Karina's words, Chaehyun gets her mouth to work even more, letting her tongue get inside her pussy. Her mouth did a great job in turning on Karina, as she moans louder, getting herself more stimulated, moaning loudly as her hand is on Chaehyun's long hair. "Fuuuck Chaehyun. I can't do this any longer. I-I wanna cum" Chaehyun didn't reply, only a nod from her whilst remaining between Karina's legs as the room is now only filled with Karina's moans. Karina gripped Chaehyun's hair, flexing her thighs as her body shivers, unable to take it any longer. "Chae, I'm cumming I'm cumming I'm cummiiiiing!" Karina grunted, screaming out her moans as she squirts on Chaehyun's adorable round face. Chaehyun whimpered, tasting her lovable Yu Jimin's sweet cum, looking up to her face, covered in cum.

"That was amazing Chae~" Karina smiled, exhaustion is displayed on her face, the same can be same can be said to Chaehyun. Chaehyun got up and to Karina's face she aims, kissing her passionately, sharing the taste of the aespa ace's cum. They enjoy a deep kiss for a moment before their lips depart, smiling at each other. "Let's clean up this mess before anybody sees us like this shall we?" Karina tilted her head, painting a smile on her face to Chaehyun as the Kep1er vocalist replies with a bright smile. "Of course Jiminnie, this is our little secret, right?" She asked, as they both stood up and looked at each other's messy faces. Karina's reply, a giggle and her index finger on her lips, sealing the deal of their sweet little secret.

[pablitogavii]

Hiiiiii!!! I was wondering if you could write a soft smut for Gavi, like where he’s just so affectionate and takes care of the reader. Thank youuuu

Our promise

"Amor! It's just so beautiful!!" you said taking a video of the secret little beach that Pablo took you to knowing you would love to escape the crowds of Ibiza.

"Come here preciosa" Pablo was sitting in the little cave on the sand and you smiled rushing towards him and straddling his lap while hugging his strong shoulders tightly.

"You're the most special girl in my life princesa..I have never felt like this before" Pablo spoke while playing with your hair as you sat on his lap looking at his genuine eyes feeling your eyes fill with happy tears.

"Me too Pablito..I feel so loved when I'm with you..and I feel safe..I never want to lose this" you said touching his face and he leaned into your touch listening carefully to your words before holding your face and pulling it close for a kiss.

"We will never lose this mi amor..I promise" he said into your lips and you opened your eyes resting your forehead against his and smiling big.

"This is our promise?" you spoke moving a little on his lap and Pablo nodded kissing you again but this time with a bit more urgency and passion.

"Our promise princesa.." he whispered while you moved pressing yourself against him and making his hold tighten and his lips continue to devour your until you were laid on the same and he was hovering above you.

"I love you so much.." he spoke while kissing down your neck capturing your lips again from time to time as you both started to take off each other's clothes smiling and giggling whenever your eyes would meet.

"I love you too Pablo.." you replied moving his hair from his face while he was kissing down your body making your cheeks flushed and your head to fall back when he left wet kisses on your inner thighs.

He moved up taking out a condom from his wallet and you looked at him with blushed cheeks and sparkling eyes. Being intimate with Pablo is something that always felt right but tonight it was more than that..it was like a movie scene you never wanted to end.

"Do you want it mi amor??" he said touching your face when he saw that you were lost in thought and you smiled at his concerned face moving up and kissing his lips in response.

"mhm..I just can't believe we are really here.." you said and he nodded smiling and kissing your lips passionately to distract you while getting deep inside of you and making your back arch in response, something he loved to feel.

"Believe it princesa..because it's real" he whispered into my ear while moving slowly letting me adjust and I moaned his name moving my fingers down his back as he picked up his pace making the whole night sensual and magical.

"I love every single part of you...your soft skin..little freckles on your chest..these curves that make me weak" Pablo praised while kissing your body and moving faster bringing you both closer to your edge and making the whole beach spin from the pleasure you felt.

"Pablo..p..please" you moaned feeling your high approaching and he held you tightly in his arms twisting you both around and making you sit on his lap with him still buried deep inside of you...and fuck did it feel good!

"You're absolutely beautiful..inside and out..and all mine!" Pablo picked up his face and your whole body contracted around him in response as you pulled onto his hair making him groan loudly.

Soon afterwards you were both holding onto each other for dear life riding your orgasm while moaning into each other's ears and falling back on the hot ground with you on top of his naked chest.

Pablo reached for his shirt putting it on your body before holding you close again and you watched the sunset in each others arms enjoying the sounds of the ocean waves...it was perfect.

"Te amo.." was said in between kisses and caresses as sun was slowly setting and the sky filled with golden shades that contrasted perfectly with ice blue ocean waves.

"Can I make you another promise mi amor??" Pablo interrupted the silence when the sun finally set and the two of you were alone in the darkness feeling peaceful in each other's company.

"Mhm.." you said looking up at him with big innocent eyes and he touched your cheek softly thinking to himself how lucky he was to have found you for himself.

"I promise to have a life with you..to have a home..and to travel the world with you on my shoulder..to make a family.." he spoke while you listened with flushed cheeks feeling your heart swell at his words. It was all you wanted as well..you wanted your life with Pablo by your side.

"I think you would be a great mom one day amor..even if we get the little boy who ends up being the same trouble make as me" Pablo said and you giggled rolling your eyes and moving closer to kiss his lips.

"He would be just as perfect as you.." you whisper into his lips and he blushed a little which wasn't an often occurrence so you savored it kissing his cheeks and then again his lips before laying back down onto his chest.

"I have a promise to make to you too" you said and he nods looking down into your eyes.

"I promise to love you more every single day..to always be there for you..to support you and cheer for you..and to give all of myself only to you" you spoke and he smiled nodding his head and kissing your lips again as you rested your foreheads together.

"Our promise?" he said and you smiled looking into his eyes.

"Our promise!" you replied before your lips collided once more.

I hope you like it cause it felt amazing to write it <33

[oatscoop]

Luffy

hiiiiii silly billys

here is a little something i wrote at 3 am and felt like sharing. it truly isnt all that but i thought why not share ya know?

Smooches Kisses Fishes

The sun is out and our tummies are empty. As per usual Usopp,Brooke, Luffy, and I are all fishing for lunch today. Tomorrow we’re supposed to arrive at that new island but Luffy's appetit has set us back a meal or two as far as supplies goes. All of us have had no luck whatsoever. 

I look at Usopp and Brooke who are now fast asleep. The slow rocking of the boat and the calm waves really are soothing. I'd probably be asleep too if not for Luffy's complaining.

“Ughhhhh im huunngryyyy….” Luffy whines and rubs his stomach with his free hand. “....Sanji can you check the fridge again?”

“How many times do i have to tell you idiot. It's empty, you ate everything out of it yesterday!” Sanji yells angrily and throws the empty glass he just took from Nami at the back of Luffy's head.

“OW!” Luffy says quickly and his hand moves to the back of his head, rubbing the spot the cup hit him in.

“Y/n, you’re too beautiful to be around this stupidity, why don't you take a break and let these idiots fish?’ Sanji asks as he moves to my side.

I cringe and move closer to luffy. 

“No no, I'm okay. I like fishing with them, it gives me something to do on a boring day like today.” I smile warmly and before I can say anything else Luffy's arm wraps around my waist multiple times and drags me right into his side.

“Yeah Sanji, she likes fishing.” Luffy gives Sanji an annoyed look and sticks his tongue out at him. He keeps his arm tightly around my waist.

Sanji rolls his eyes and walks to the kitchen leaving Usopp, Brooke, Luffy and I the only ones on the deck..

I crack a smile feeling Luffy squeeze me to him just a little closer.

"You did see Sanji leave right?” I chuckle and look at him as he focuses on the water.

“Yeah, and?” Luffy says bluntly and looks at me.

“Well you don't have to keep me so close” I smile and look back to the water.

“Yeah huh. I like havin you close.” He flashes a cocky smirk that I can see out of the corner of my eye.

“Is that so captain?” I chuckle and start to fidget with my fishing line.

“Oh I know so.” Luffy says with a confident smile and plants a big wet kiss on my cheek, As he pulls his head back he makes the ‘mwah’ sound effect.

My face scrunches up when I feel his wet lips hit my cheek. I lean my head away from him once he pulls back from his cheeky little kiss. Luffy bursts out with laughter once he sees my reaction.

“Ewwww Luffy!” I giggle as I try to wipe the wet kiss from my now bright red cheeks. 

“Whaaaatt!” He smiles and speaks sarcastically, “Come on, you know you like them.”

He giggles right along with me and sets his fishing rod down. He wraps his other arm around my waist and tries to force more of his signature wet kisses to my face.

‘Nooo, no more Luffy, I do not like them!” I somewhat lie and try to cover my face as best I can but he still manages to sneak a couple in there.

I try to push Luffy off me until I feel my fishing line being pulled.

“Oh wait!” I smile excitedly and grip my fishing rod, “Luffy i think i caught something’

He perks up a bit and looks to the line. It is definitely being tugged. He nods and puts his hands over mine as he helps to pull in the fish. 

‘Oh geez I think this is a big one!” Luffy smiles and his mouth starts to drool as he sees the fish surfacing.

“What's all the commotion about?” Brooke yawns and looks at us as Luffy and I pull in the large fish.

‘Lunch’ I nod determinedly and not long after we yank quite a large fish from the water.

After we caught it and brought the fish to Sanji to cook, Luffy and I found ourselves back on the deck looking out at the sea.

‘I can't believe we caught that big of a fish.” I smile proudly and look at Luffy.

“I think it was my awesome kisses that summoned the fish.” He crosses his arms and nods with pride. “I think the fish wanted one of my kisses too.”

“I don't think anyone likes those kisses Luffy” I roll my eyes and laugh.

‘Don't lie to me now” He smiles and ruffles my hair.

‘Okay okay…. You caught me. Maybe I do like them.” I sigh and look away from him as I blush slightly.

Luffy keeps his hand on my head and leans in. He chuckles and plants another wet kiss to my cheek.

“I made sure that one was extra wet-” 

there is definitely some spelling and grammar mistakes just so you know

if you like it lmk maybe i can whip something else up

[graves4girls]

Hiiiiii :) could you do Peter quill x reader, he was cuddling his new baby and sing his favorite song to her, put the baby to sleep , reader went out with friends and she wanted Peter to baby sit their daughter, father and daughter day. I thought it was cute, fluff thank you

☆ all i ever asked | peter quill

✩ summary: request ✮ word count: 915 ⚠︎ warning(s): fem!reader ✧ be sure to check out my work on ao3 ⇢ gravesforgirls !!

You slip on your heels, patting down the wrinkles that had formed across your shirt as you step out of the bedroom, swiping your purse on the way to the living room.

"Peter? I'm about to head out," you call, smiling when you find him laid back against the couch cushions, arm draped over the back, pulling his eyes from the television. 

"Have fun." He mirrors your expression.

You bend down to drop a kiss to his lips, soft and chaste, combing back the messy curls that somehow always end up falling into his face. "Make sure Meredith gets to bed on time. You and I both know how she gets when she doesn't get enough sleep. The milk's in the back of the fridge, middle shelf. She's asleep right now so she should be okay for the next two hours or so. I'll be back around eight."

"Yes, ma'am." He nods, pulling you down to press one more kiss to your lips, holding you in place for a moment. "I love you."

You let your hand caress the side of his face, thumbing over his jaw as you pull away. "I love you, more. Remember, put her to sleep right on time. Not before, not after."

He nods with a dramatic sigh, throwing you a pout as you glare at him. "I messed up one time and I'm still getting reprimanded."

You roll your eyes, pulling the door open. "I'll never get back those few hours I could've used to sleep instead of having to tend to our screaming daughter. On time."

He waves you away as you step out the door, propping his feet onto the coffee table in front of him and bringing his focus back to the television.

He stirs awake at the wailing that floods into the room, jolting from the cushions and rushing to the nursery to peek over the crib.

"Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the crib. Shh…"

He hushes the infant, lifting her into his arms to hold her against his chest, big hand secure against the back of her head as he carries her into the kitchen. He shifts her to nestle into the crook of his elbow, supported against his chest as he wrenches open the refrigerator, pulling one of the many bottles from the back of the shelf and nudging the door closed with his hip. He turns to flip on the faucet, letting his hand hover below the spout until it runs warm and holding the bottle under the stream, warming up the chilled liquid and humming quietly as he assures it's the right temperature before lifting it.

Tiny hands wrap around his fingers, small grunts and little breaths with every sip from the bottle, and she coos as he gently pries it from her hold to drop it into the sink when she's finished. He lifts her to rest against his shoulder patting her back as he wanders into the nursery, laughing at the loud burp she gives.

"That was impressive."

He sets her down on the playmat, kneeling down to her level and picking a book from the shelf beside the crib, opening it and reading aloud to the infant. She turns at the sound of his voice, eyes big and innocent as she reaches out to grab at the bracelet hanging around his wrist, pulling at the elastic as he pauses.

"You're a terrible listener. Here, play with this."

He uncurls her fingers from the band, setting the book down to offer a small teething toy in place of his jewelry, watching her clumsily grab for the toy and mouth at it. 

He eyes the watch on his wrist, groaning as he slowly stands from the floor.

"Holy shit, I'm getting old, " he grumbles as he stretches out his legs, bending over to pick up the baby.  "Alright. Time for bed, Mer."

She gurgles as he lifts her from the mat and carefully pulls the toy away, tossing it onto the small dresser and padding toward the crib. He lays her onto the soft mattress, watching her squirm a bit, leaning against the rail and softly humming a quiet tune. She stills eventually, yawning and stretching out onto the mattress and letting her eyelids fall shut, pretty long lashes fanning over those adorably chubby cheeks. He continues the soft crooning until she falls silent and unmoving, straightening and turning to exit the room.

He jumps when he finds you leaned against the doorway, holding a hand over his heart.

"What the hell?! Don't scare me like that. When did you get home?"

You huff out a small chortle, stepping out of the room and pulling the door shut as he passes you. "Few minutes ago. She loves when you sing to her. It always knocks her out cold."

He hums, letting his hands slither around your waist to pull you into his chest.

"And you're perfectly on time."

"Do I get a congratulatory kiss?"

He leans in, lips ghosting over yours before you're mirroring him, letting your hands press against his chest as he holds you close, humming into your mouth when your fingers nestle into his curls.

"I'm confident in saying you're the best dad in the whole universe. I couldn't ask for more in a man."

He smiles at you, sweet, and soft, and so gentle you nearly melt into a puddle right there in his arms. 

"I love you, more than you'll ever know."

[roosterscockpit]

His Little Girl | Bradley Bradshaw x reader P. 27

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Hi, lovelies! In the last chapter, Leia was shipping us with our good ole buddy Austin, he also was totally hiding some feelings for Phoenix, Leia was calling daddy Brad, Bradley, and Bradley is MIA again. What more can we take? I hope you’re enjoying the story! Thank you for being here! I love you all! 💕 Happy reading and enjoy! ❤️

A/n: With all the chaos that's been happening, you and your friends spend some quality time with Leia. She learns a thing or two in this chapter 😘

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: cursing, sexual jokes, sadness, annoyance, jealousy, awkwardness, nudity, some hitting, but as always a whole lotta LOVE 🫶🏼

Please don't take my work, I will find you. 

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You all made it outside and sat around the fire pit making s’mores. The girls were sitting together on the patio sofa and the guys on the two single chairs. Bri got up and went and sat on Billy’s lap. 

Bri waved over to Austin, “Go sit with your girls, Austin. I’m fine in this seat.” She gave Billy a kiss on his cheek. She laughed and pointed over to you and Leia. 

She looked at you and mouthed, “You’re welcome!” And put a thumbs up.

You rolled your eyes and motioned for Austin to come to sit with you and Leia. He sat next to Leia and put his arm around her. “You cold, sweetheart?” She nodded. He started to rub her arm. “Let me help you make the best s’more of your life.” He leaned forward to grab a skewer and put a marshmallow on it. He gave her the skewer to hold. He wrapped his arm around her and put his hands on hers and guided her closer to the fire. “Now you just hold it here, until it's brown.” The marshmallow caught fire and Leia screamed.

Leia’s eyes went big, “NOOO! Austin! It’s on fire!!” She was panicking. “it’s going to taste gross like Auntie Bri’s chicken!”

Bri stared into space blankly. Everyone started to laugh. Billy was laughing the hardest. She turned to him slowly. She was upset.

“What babe? It was a little burnt…” he shrugged his shoulders. “I mean I still ate it.”

You all continued to laugh. Austin went back to the s’more, “Sweetheart it's okay.” He was laughing as he tried multiple times to bring it close to his lips to blow it out. He started to build the s’more with Leia, “There now you put some chocolate on a graham cracker, put the marshmallow on it, and then smash it with another cracker.” He handed it to her. “Try it, sweetheart.” He smiled at her.

Leia took a bite and her eyes lit up, “Oh it's so good! Thank you, Austin!” She took another bite, “The next one has to have more chocolate! I love chocolate!” 

You nodded and started to prep a marshmallow on your skewer. “She definitely gets that from her dad.” 

“Momma, there is no such thing as too much chocolate!” Leia angrily bit her s’more.

You looked at her with narrow eyes, “There is if you want to keep your teeth from rotting.” You smiled deviously at her.

Leia gasped and covered her mouth, “It’s okay. These are baby teeth anyways, momma.”

You all made more s’mores and ate them together. Austin helped Leia make another one with extra chocolate. Leia took a bite and sunk into the sofa. She closed her eyes as she ate her s’more. She was really taking in the taste of it. 

She propped herself onto her knees and wrapped her arms around Austin's neck. She gave him a kiss on the cheek, “I love you, Austin.” 

He smiled and patted her arms, “I love you too, Little Lei.”

“It looks like I came at a bad time.” Bradley was standing in the sliding doorway holding a pilot bear for Leia. He was still in his flight suit. Once again, pealed down halfway and tied it around his waist. His black undershirt tight around his strong thick body. 

He slid the screen door open and Leia squealed.

“HIIIIII!” 

She ran with her arms open with a huge smile on her face. Bradley squatted down as his daughter jumped into his arms. She kissed him all over his face. “I missed you!! I thought you would never come!!” She gave him more kisses. He handed her the teddy bear and she squealed again, “This is for me!?” He kissed Leia’s cheek and then picked her up. (You know like the scene where Goose was reunited with Bradley and Carole and he Kissed Bradley and picked him up. *sobs*)

“Yes it’s for you baby, I missed you so much. Daddy’s been super busy at work. I’m sorry I haven’t come to see you.” He gave her a bunch of playful bite kisses on her cheek. “But I was just dying to see you, sweetheart.” He put her down.

You looked at Austin shocked, “What the hell did you send him, Austin?”

He smiled and shrugged, “Oh nothing, Darlin.” He laughed and ate his s’more.

Bradley came over and greeted you, “Hey, beautiful.” He leaned down and kissed you. He went to go greet Billy with a handshake and placed a kiss on Bri’s head. He came to Austin and stuck his hand out, “I don’t believe we’ve met yet. I’m Lieutenant Bradshaw.” You kicked Bradley’s leg and looked at him annoyed. He looked at you, “ow!” 

Austin stood up and shook Bradley’s hand. “Nice to finally meet you, Lieutenant.” He smiled at Bradley.

Bradley bowed his head slightly and placed his hand free hand onto his chest, “Please, call me Bradley.” 

Austin laughed a little and nodded slowly, “Bradley. I’m Austin.”

Bradley looked him up and down. “Austin, nice to meet you.” 

Austin went to go back to his original seat. He looked at you and smiled. He shook his head and laughed quietly.

Billy scoffed and leaned into Bri, “This cockatiel isn’t freaking serious, is he?” He said it loud enough for everyone to hear. 

Bri slapped Billy’s arm, “What!?” Billy threw his arms out with confusion. “Big bird is being weird, babe!”

Bradley sat next to you and threw his arm over your shoulder. “Hey, baby.” He said seductively and in a low tone. He winked at you and bit his lip slowly.

You looked at him slack-jawed, “Bradley Bradshaw, what has gotten into you.” You poked your cheek with your tongue and shook your head slowly. 

He furrowed his brows and scoffed, “What are you talking about? I’m just happy to see my girls?” 

You narrowed your eyes at him, “You need to go and shower, Lieutenant Bradshaw. You smell like a sweaty cock. pit.” You said the last word slowly and emphasized it as if it were two words. 

He looked at your lips and licked his, “All right mama, I’ll go shower. Don’t want to be smelling like a sweaty cock, don't we?”  He pecked your lips and went into the house. 

As he made his way to the sliding door he looked over at Austin, “It was great meeting you.” He make a clicking noise and winked at him.

Austin had his fingers loosely interlocked together, elbows resting on the armrests, and his index fingers against his chin. He smirked at him and bowed his head slightly, “You as well, Bradley.” 

Bradley passed the threshold and entered the house.

You buried your face into your hands. “My goodness.” 

You looked up and saw that Bri was looking at you befuddled. “What the hell was that?” 

Billy took a bite of his s’more, “Well that was fucking awkward. Sorry Austin, the bird guy is kind of weird bro.” He shook his head.  

You just closed your eyes. “I have no damn clue. Austin, I’m so sorry for the hostility. I have no idea what’s gotten into that man.” 

He laughed, “No need, y/n.” You opened your eyes and looked at him and he winked at you. “Completely fine, Darlin.” He took a bite of a s’more and leaned back in his chair.

You all started to make s’mores and you excused yourself. You guided Leia to sit with Austin. She started to show her bear to him. 

You made your way inside and to your room. You swung the door open to a butt-naked Bradley.

“Bradley, what the-” The door hit the wall and there he was, butt ass naked and wet. “OH MY GOD!” You put your hand up to hide his naked exposed private parts, “BRADLEY NICOLAS BRADSHAW. HOLY CRAP!” You looked away still holding your hand up. 

He threw his hands up, “Y/n, do you mind closing the door? I’m feeling a draft.” 

You closed the door and still keeping your hand up, “Why are you butt-ass naked in here? And you’re dripping all over my floor!” 

He rested his hands on his hips, “Sweetheart, you act as if you’ve never seen me naked. Please put your hand down. You’re being childish.”

You put your hand down and looked at him. You tried your hardest to not let your eyes roam. You look him straight in the face, “Where is your towel? God, what if someone else walked in here and not me?”

“You look so uncomfortable, you can look if you like the view, honey.” He laughed. “Why would anyone else come in here? What? Do you let Austin just come in your room?”

You scoffed, “Are you being serious, Bradshaw?” You shook your head in annoyance. “Your daughter could have come in here and would have been face to ass with your ass!” 

He laughed, “My poor girl.” He went into the bathroom and grabbed a towel. He came back out and wrapped it around his waist. “Is that better, sweetheart? I really thought you would have been happier with it off. Y’know with all that cock talk you had out there.” he raised his brows and chuckled.

You sat on your bed and pinched the bridge of your nose, “Bradley, what the hell was that out there?” You mocked him, “I’m Lieutenant Bradshaw.” You looked at him annoyed.

“That’s how I introduce myself to everyone, babe.” He rested his hands on his hips again narrowing his eyes at you. 

“You didn’t introduce yourself that way to Leia.” You were blank-faced and rested your chin on your fist. 

He ran his hand through his hair and sighed, “Leia isn’t everyone y/n.” 

You shook your head and patted the spot next to you on the bed. “I need you to tell me the truth, Bradley. Why did you act that way to Austin? Please just be honest with me.” 

He sat down and held his breath. He blinked a couple of times and let out his breath, “Hearing your daughter tell another guy that she loves him before she says it to you doesn’t exactly make you happy.” He leaned forward and rested his forearms on his knees. “I got really jealous. She hasn’t even acknowledged me as her dad yet.” He bit his lip and hung his head.

You draped your arm over his shoulder and placed your other hand on his cheek. “You know she loves you, Bradley. Don’t think that way. Just give her some time. Just like you, Leia is adjusting too.”

He looked at you, “But how long has he been in your life? What is he to you? What is he to Leia? Does she call him dad?” He was hurting.

You placed a kiss on his wet forehead, “Bradley, Austin has not been in my nor Leia’s life long. To me, he is a caring and loving friend. I’m not going to lie to you, there were some feelings between us, but I don’t want to be with him. I love you. He has been there for me and I don’t want to ruin what he and I have, he’s a great friend. He knows everything about you and I can tell you everything about him. To Leia, that’s her best friend outside of her Auntie Bri, Uncle Billy, you, and I. He’s always here to help her, play with her, and watch her when Bri and I need a little time.” 

You pushed his wet curls from his forehead, “And she absolutely does not call him her dad, he has just done a lot for her, and I know she appreciates the time he spends with her. It’s someone new. You have to remember, she was only around Bri, Billy, and me for a long time.”

He looked at you and nodded, “I get it, sweetheart. Austin is your Phoenix. I just don’t want to lose you.” 

You placed a kiss on his lips, “Yes, Austin is my Phoenix.” You kissed his lips again, “I’m not going anywhere, bird boy.” You smiled reassuringly at Bradley.

He smiled back at you and kissed your hand, “I love you so much, sweetheart. More than you’ll ever know.”

“I love you, Bradley. But, if you love me as much as you say you do, you will go say sorry to Austin and be nice.” You poked him in the chest.

He raised a brow at you, “What will I get in return, beautiful?”

You shook your head, “Maybe, I’ll let you stay with me tonight.” You winked at him.

“Deal, I just need to put clothes on.” He stood up and looked around. “Yea… I uh, actually don’t have any y/n.”

You stood up and walked to the door, “I guess you can go home then, Lieutenant Bradshaw.” You saluted him and walked out the door.

“Shit.” He looked around and grabbed one of your big shirts and loose-fitting oversized sweats. He put them on and looked in the mirror. 

“Holy fuck I look like the Hulk.” He shook his head. “The things I do for you y/n.” He started to walk, “God if I do something as little as breathe I’m gonna tear through these clothes.” He walked to the sliding door and opened it slowly making sure not to bust a seam.

Leia, who was sitting on Austin’s lap, looked over at her dad and started to laugh super loud. She pointed at him, “Why are you wearing momma’s clothes!”

You turned to see him practically stiff as a board, “Lord forgive me.” You bit your lip trying to hold in your laugh. “This is freaking gold.”

Bri looked over and huffed out a sigh, “Oh my god.” She palmed her face.

Billy leaned back in his seat, “Damn Bradshaw, what the hell? Where did all that come from?” 

Bri looked at Billy, “I told you he was significantly bigger than you. He can crush you with a finger.”

Billy covered his eyes, “I am just going to act like you didn’t say he was significantly bigger than me.”

“You know how I meant it! You’re such a child.” Bri scoffed.

Bradley came out and stood before Austin, “Hey man, I just want to apologize for being an ass earlier. I didn’t mean any harm.”

Austin held Leia and stood up, “Hey man, it's really no problem. No need to apologize. We are all good.” He shook Bradley’s hand. 

“No, I really need to apologize, man. It was uncalled for-”

Austin waved him off and laughed, “Seriously, we are good.” He patted his shoulder. “I totally get it, Bradley.”

Bradley nodded and pressed his lips into a line, “Okay, yea. Good. Good. I’m glad we are good. But uh, now if you will all excuse me, I feel a rash forming on my balls from the tight-ass pants.” He walks slowly back into the house. 

Leia looked at Austin, “Austin what are balls? And why are they getting a rash?” Leia asked Austin bluntly confused.

Billy bursted into laughter. Austin was puzzled, “Um, I think you should ask your dad that, sweetheart.” He patted her belly. 

Austin looked at you, nodded, and mouthed, “Thank you.” 

You nodded and mouthed back, “You’re Welcome.”

Austin carried Leia over to you and sat with you again. He leaned into you, “Y/n. You didn’t have to do that. He was just being a protective guy.”

“No, Lieutenant Bradshaw was being an ass.” You rolled your eyes and smiled.

“Does that guy realize that you two were together? Or does he even know?” Billy called over to you and Austin.

“Together?” Austin jerked his head back confused, “Us? Y/n and I? Together?” His eyes shifted between you and Billy.

“I’ve already told him our past, Austin.” You looked over at him and patted his shoulder.

“You did what!?” He sat back against the sofa, “You said we were together, y/n?”

“No just feelings. But I didn’t want any more than to be your friend.”

Austin put his hand on his eyes.

“Ouch, Aus. Fucking kick to the balls.” Billy laughed at Austin.

Austin wiped his hand down his face and looked at Billy, “I already knew we were just friends. I didn’t mind. I love y/n and Leia too much to potentially ruin what we have.” He straightened out his back and set Leia on the sofa next to him. “I am going to go talk to Bradley. Clear some more air. I don’t need to get beat up.” 

He looked at Leia and winked at her, “Help me make some s’mores for you dad, to soften him up.” 

She started t clap excitedly as she grabbed for the marshmallows. Austin grabbed her head and kissed her hair. “Maybe your extra chocolate ones will help me out.”

Leia started to roast the marshmallows. Austin wrapped his arm around her and helped her bring them into the fire so she wouldn’t hurt herself. He kissed her temple, “Thank you for helping, Darlin.” 

Austin started to assemble to s’mores. Leia roasted one last marshmallow. She wanted to try and do it on her own. You watched her closely. “Okay, baby I think it’s been in there long enough.” You put your hand on the skewer to pull it back. 

Leia held it in the fire, “No momma, a little longer!” She smiled and her eyes were wide.

Austin looked over and pointed at the roasting marshmallow, “Sweetheart it's about to” Then the marshmallow fell off the skewer into the fire. “…fall off.” 

Leia looked disappointed. She stood up and looked at the fire. She took the skewer and started to stab at the fire. You pulled Leia back and Austin snatched the skewer. 

“Woah there, sweetheart! What are you doing?” Austin put his hand on Leia’s chest.

She pouted in your arms. She crossed her arms and looked mad. “The stupid fire melted my marshmallow!” She huffed, “I wanted it back.”

You laughed, “We can get a new one, babe. That one is long gone!” 

She pouted louder, “But I want that one! It looked so good!”

Bri laughed, “Baby! That one was burnt to a crisp!”

Leia looked at her angrily, “Like your chicken!” She pointed and laughed at Bri.

Bri leaned back against Billy and waved off Leia. Everyone laughed at her again.

“You walked yourself into that one, Bri.” Austin cried out as he laughed. He gave Leia a high-five. 

“You are definitely sassy like your dad.” 

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Not a jealous daddy 😭 but I really feel he had the right to feel the way he did. What do you think? I’ll see you in the next part, babes! 🫶🏼

The tag list is in the comments! I hope it helps somewhat with the tagging issue! 😭

[sugarwithtea]

hiiiiii i would like to request 8 & 12 from the angst list (i'm sorry!) and you can pick whatever ship your heart desires congrats on your milestone bby!

deluded | kth

you walk into your home, only to find your boyfriend wrapped up in the arms of someone else, on your own bed, causing you to realize how you were being deluded into believing the truth of your relationship.

pairing : taehyung x reader

rating / genre : nc-17 // angst, infidelity au

word count : 1.4k

warnings : cheating, swearing, crying, gaslighting for a second but oc is strong 💪🏻

note : thankyou jess!! i am so late lol but i loved the idea! hope you like it! also, it's unedited 😭 prompt — “You broke me! You ruined everything we had and- for what?” & “You really were the worst thing to ever happen to me. I mean that.” from this list

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The sky is overcast with clouds, ready to pour anytime now. Just like you, it's on the verge of tears.

"I, I can explain–"

"What?" you spit out, cutting him off.

It's so funny, that after just a two week long business trip, you return home– to surprise your boyfriend, but are met with him woven in your silk sheets, pleasuring someone else. It's laughable, how blind you have been. Obviously this wouldn't have been his first time, right? Because the girl looked so familiar.

How could you not recognise your own coworker, whom you had almost called your best friend?

"What are you going to explain? That it was a mistake?" your voice gets louder as you drop your bag on the floor and walk towards him, "Was it a mistake, hm, Taehyung? Were you not fucking her on my bed?"

You had twisted the lock open, faint noises greeting you right at the threshold of your home. That very moment had you raising your walls and walking cautiously. It was in plain sight– the door wasn't shut closed, infact open, because of course there was no intruder expected.

You hadn't dropped your bag, or screamed, or even ran away. You had simply stood there and cleared your throat, because apparently, their sounds were too loud to register the clicking of the lock or the steps you had taken into your broken relationship, your broken heart.

Taehyung doesn't give you an answer, his tan torso littered with marks– marks that weren't made by your lips, but by someone else's. His head hangs low, and you have this sudden urge to slap him, to grab his hair and make him look at you, look at the damage he has done.

"Are you going to speak?" your voice booms around the apartment – no longer your home. No, it lost that privilege the moment your boyfriend had defiled it by even thinking of going back on you. The sound waves echo off the walls, seeping back into your skin, and filling your veins with a new found energy.

The energy to get the fuck away from this man.

His eyes meet yours as he raises his head, but still, his mouth is zipped. There's a glint in his caramel eyes, one that threatens to spill out. You could drown in them, lose yourself in his eyes, but the red marks blooming to a darker shade are way too evident for you to step wrong. You can't risk falling again.

You can't risk being deluded again.

Your steps are quick as you walk towards him. He looks up, ready to anticipate anything and everything from you, but you step around him and head to your bedroom. Not your– the bedroom. Your face automatically forms a grimace as soon as you step into it, throwing your closet open and grabbing all the clothes and belongings you find first, stuffing them in a small suitcase which you had grabbed from the side. You'll come later for other things. Right now you just need to get out.

Thunder rumbles outside of the window, and your head snaps towards the direction, albeit not able to see the window, but still able to feel the misery, the feeling of the loud rumble all too well. You don't even know what you are feeling. It's like you have went numb, just taking the steps your brain tells you to take, so you don't wake up in a worse state of misery. You want to cry, you want to shout, you want to throw your precious vase at his head– but you can't get yourself to do that, or anything for that matter. Your heart has broken and already shrunk into nothingness, so void of feelings that you feel … nothing.

You fumble for your phone, to ask your best friend Momo if you can crash at her place, and as soon as you unlock it, Taehyung's hand touches your arm, making you freeze.

"Y/N, please. Don't." his voice wavers and you wanna ask him, why? Climbing on the top of the tallest building, you wanna shout at him, that why did he do that? Were you that inefficient? Were you that unlovable? Were you that insignificant for him that he had been so quick to find solace in someone else's arms, all while you were still there and trying?

You take a deep breath, none of your turmoil reflecting in your well leveled voice,

"Please don't say that. I am so sorry."

“You broke me, Taehyung. You ruined everything we had and– for what?” you don't break, no. That would be weak. So what if it's almost four years of love vanishing into nothingness, so what if your heart will now always have a hole shaped like his form. So what? You can definitely live with it, survive the rest of your life, very well, of course.

Now this, irks you.

"A sorry won't make you go back in the past and change your fucking mind. So keep this act to yourself, and save the words for the girl who just ran out of here," you grab your bag and rush out of the bedroom, hints of tears lining your eyelids, before you speak again, "That is, if she is the one you are going to now."

He steps in front of you, blocking the main door from your view.

"I wasn't sleeping with multiple people."

"Doesnt make me feel any better, you asshole." Deep breaths, that's what you tell yourself. You really need to save your energy, especially if you have to drive all the way to your friend's house with a broken heart in a broken weather.

"I didn't mean it tha-"

"Save it." you sniffle, and step around him, yet again. Still better than the way he had stepped all over your heart, your love and your devotion. You are still, and will always be better than him.

Always.

"Save it for when I come back here to grab the rest of my things, Taehyung. Because after a five hour flight, I don't have the energy left to fight you." you grab your keys and don't look back at him.

"So you are just letting go this easily? It's like you aren't even affected by this." you pause as his tone suddenly, changes? What the actual fuck? Does he think you are the one to be blamed here? Does he know how he has ruined any and every thing for you, atleast in the foreseeable future? This has to be the most ridiculous thing he has ever said.

You let out a snort, "You are going lower than I ever expected you to."

It's like those words of yours bring him back to his senses (if there were any left) and he pleads, "No, sorry. I am- I didn't mean to say that."

"You never mean anything. Did you mean it when you said you loved me?" you unlock the door and swing it open, not even bothering to listen to him. One of your legs is already out of the apartment when he speaks again.

"Yes, yes I did. I did mean it, please." At this point, it's starting to get annoying. This man has nothing else to say except please? No explanations, no … nothing? It's like he is stuck on that one key while typing, and it prints the same letter without any breaks. Like he has speared your heart with a knife and is not able to pull it out, so is just twisting it more, trying.

You completely step out of the apartment, your suitcase in tow– and this time, he doesn't stop you. You laugh low. Even he is tired of the constant forward and backward game, tired of acting as if he was in that game in the first place, as if he cares for you anymore.

It's when you turn around to look at him, and your old home for the last time that you say the thing which has been haunting you, and will live in the nooks and crevices of your hollow heart forever.

“You really were the worst thing to ever happen to me. I mean that.”

The first tear falls down in tandem with the first raindrop landing on your cheek as you step in the parking lot, the sky hiding your misery with its own.

— hii. i wrote this so quick at night. I'll definitely go over it in the morning again lol. but in the meantime, i like it. 😉

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[ihavemanyhusbands]

HIIIIII! I just saw ur pick your poison prompts and im really feeling arsenic for father paul hehehehehe 🤭

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OH HELL YEAH!!!!! Also hiiiii <33

Arsenic — a burning touch, clouding of the senses, a fever that does not abate.

——————

There was a small grove near the bay that had an even smaller clearing nestled among the trees. There, the waves and the wind sang a soft, comforting song. The night sky was clear, so the moonlight bathed everything in silver.

From between the trees, he emerged, silent as a shadow. His dark eyes roamed over you, the same want you’d felt all day reflected in them. It was why you’d summoned him there, after all, to that hidden place where the world wouldn’t find you.

But the place wasn’t the only well kept secret between you, if all the furtive glances and covert smiles during the day were any indication.

“I’m glad you came,” you murmured as he approached.

“I don’t think I can ever refuse you,” Paul said.

He smiled sheepishly, his hands resting on your hips gingerly. It was charming, how he could still be shy about things like this… especially when you had seen other sides of him that no one else had.

“I could see how restless you were during mass,” he continued. “You weren’t having any impure thoughts, I hope?”

You shook your head, but the way you bit down a mischievous smile told him otherwise. He chuckled as your hands roamed up his chest slowly, until you could wrap your arms around his neck.

“You know my mind just likes to wander sometimes,” you said, eyes flicking down to his lips.

“Well, we ought to remedy that, don’t we?” He said, reaching up to gently grasp your chin. “I want you to stay here right here with me.”

But of course, he knew what he was doing, kissing you like that. Ever since the first time, his lips were like a sweet summer wine that left your head swimming.

His hands pointedly did not wander, but his fingers were touching that patch of bare skin between your shirt and your pants. And the way his tongue teasingly traced your upper lip… Then he pulled away, leaving you feeling like kindling right before a full flame caught.

“Did that help at all?” He murmured, the corner of his lips twitching upwards with amusement.

“No, I don’t think so,” you breathed. “But I’m always willing to try again…”

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[blog-name-idk]

The Benefit of the Doubt | 01

Beautiful banner by @persphonesorchid

Pairing: fuckboy!Taehyung x Fem musician!Reader (eventual x dancer!Jimin)

Genre: College!AU, Friends with Benefits, Fluff, Humor, Smut

Summary: It's your senior year, and you're too busy with auditions and recordings for relationships. You're certainly too busy to get your heart broken, whether by your charming fuck buddy or the sweet, beautiful boy who is slowly dancing his way into your heart.

Word Count: 4,872

AN: Well I prematurely drunk posted this to AO3 earlier this week so I might as well post it here too lol. Updates for this will be sporadic bc I have so many WIPs and I know I should focus on the ones I already started.

~~~~~

"Hey [y/n]! I missed you!"

You grinned at the tall, handsome violinist frantically jogging towards where you were sitting at the bar. He grabbed you off the stool and into his arms, twirling you around as if you were a little kid.

"Eunbae, put me down you animal!" you scolded, laughing as he gave you one final spin then set you on your feet.

"I can't help it, the boot camp I went to over the summer had no good cellists and it was horrible."

You snorted, knowing your best friend was just being overdramatic. The program he had gone to over the summer was one of the best in the country. You had actually been accepted, but opted to go to a more traditional orchestral academy instead. It had been a blast, but you were glad to be back on campus and listening to Eunbae's dramatics.

"Well you have me now. Have you seen Ellie and Marco yet?" you asked, also missing the other two members of your string quartet. Eunjae sighed sadly, giving you your answer.

He and Ellie had been orbiting each other like stars for a while, both oblivious to the others' feelings. It was probably that very denseness that gave their relationship enough mass for them to gravitate towards each other. With a sympathetic smile to your friend, you pushed over the beer you had already ordered for him.

"Ugh yes, this is really why I missed you," Eunjae said gratefully, taking a large gulp. Then he made a face.

"You know I hate IPAs!" He whined. He still drank it though. Free beer was free beer.

"Well be on time next time and then you can pick," you responded with a snort, drinking your own hoppy beverage. Your phone buzzed, and you looked down to see that it was from your roommate.

Hyein Heyo, my friend Meekyoung's having a party! You should stop by, we can have some shots to celebrate our successful return

"Do you want to go out tonight?" You asked Eunbae, showing him your phone.

You had met your Hyein in a Gen Ed course sophomore year, and the two of you had clicked and ended up living together. It was honestly a huge breath of fresh air not to live with another musician. There was also the added benefit of being invited to parties that weren't a drunken, incestuous hodgepodge of only classical music majors. Because as much as you loved performing and hanging out with your classmates, there was only so much anyone could take.

Another text appeared, and Eunbae suddenly nodded, eyes brightening.

Ellie Hiiiiii I miss you! Anything good tonight?

~~~~~

"Girrrrrrlllllllllllllllll you're here!"

You had to laugh at your roommate, who was clearly three sheets to the wind and excitedly waving. She was in full "WOOO! girl" mode, and as soon as she spotted the three of you entering the apartment, you and your friends were dragged into the kitchen for a celebratory shot before you could do anything other than wave half-heartedly to Meekyoung, the host of the party.

"Thanks, Hyein," said Ellie, her bubbly laughter matched only by the cute sparkle of her eyes and the bounce of her hair. She was as beautiful as Eunbae was handsome, and your only missing quartet member was just as good-looking. The four of you sometimes joked that the reason for most of your gigs was because everyone was hot, not because you were actually any good. It was probably a mixture of both. Even Marco was a great musician, despite playing viola.

"To senior year!" Hyein cheered, and the rest of you clinked your shot glasses before downing them. Eunbae choked on his because he was a little bitch, and you passed him some chaser while Ellie rubbed his back. Her hand lingered, and you resisted the urge to snicker at their PG-13 flirting. At this rate it would be another few years until they held hands.

"To the dread of realizing we have to make money in the real world with fine arts degrees," you deadpanned, refilling your shot glass. Hyein refrained, which was probably for the best - she was at a respectable level of turnt and you needed to get there too.

"I'll drink to that," said Eunbae mournfully, holding out his own for you to fill. Ellie rolled her eyes good-naturedly but did the same and Hyein cheered.

"[Y/n]! Let's go play beer pong after this!" your roommate urged, making you wince. You tended to get a little… competitive when it came to beer pong. And your roommate wasn't exactly the best player, especially when she was already sloshed. Then again, nothing felt better than single-handedly dismantling the opposition, especially if it consisted of cocky college fuckboys.

"Ah fuck it," you decided, downing the cheap alcohol swiftly and chugging your soda. "Let's do it."

Your quartet-mates made resigned eye contact at your statement, but followed you to the living room anyway. The current reigning champions were two of the most beautiful guys you had ever seen. They carried themselves like they knew it though, which made them marginally less attractive. The younger-looking one had large doe eyes that would have made him look cute and innocent had he not currently been shit-talking his opponent.

The other seemed more relaxed than his counterpart, and had dark eyes that looked like they held galaxies in their depths. His unblemished skin was an appealing bronze, and his hair was a little wavy and begging to be played with. You immediately decided you'd let Hyein deal with the energetic one - he seemed more her speed anyway.

"Hah! Drink, motherfucker!" the oh-so-charming younger boy crowed as he sank the last cup. Yes, you would definitely enjoy wiping that smug expression off his face. Eunbae groaned as he saw the predatory gleam enter your eye while Ellie clapped her hands and laughed, eager to watch the carnage.

"Does anyone have next?" you asked loudly enough to be heard by everyone immediately surrounding the table. That caught the winners' attention, and you saw twin sparks of interest enter their eyes when they spotted you and Hyein.

"I think you've called it, gorgeous," said the older boy, flashing a lethal grin your way. The pet name, however, made what could have been a fatal blow a mere paper cut.

"We'll take it easy on you, since you're both so cute," added the other cheekily, making you resist the urge to roll your eyes. You subtly stepped on Hyein's foot when she snorted, and smiled at them prettily.

"That's so sweet of you guys," you gushed, before dragging your roommate to the other side to set up before she could give you away.

"How about we make a bet?" the younger, who you began to call bunny boy in your head, called over the table. You poked Hyein to indicate for her to let you take the lead, which she gladly did. In her sloshed state her giggles were poorly hidden, but the guys probably thought it was because they were hot and not because they were about to get smoked.

"Oh, I'm not sure," you said hesitantly, cocking your head at them like you were worried. "What for? You guys are really good."

"Come on, we'll give you a handicap," said the older one with the stars in his eyes. Hyein giggled harder and you resisted the urge to glare at her. "If we win, you can give us your numbers."

"I gueeesssss," you said, drawing out the last word as if still uncertain. "If we win, we want-"

"Cold hard cash," your roommate cut in, and you grinned at her approvingly. The opposition seemed a little confused and surprised by the response, and you gave them an apologetic shrug. "Money never disappointed us," you teased.

"We'll do our best not to disappoint you, either," said star boy, his plush lips curving into a smirk. You smiled back at him.

"I'm sure you won't."

~~~~~

"W-what the fuck just happened?" spluttered Bunny Boy, his wide eyes darting between you and the last cup, which you had just sunk a ping pong ball into. You smiled sweetly at him.

"Beginner's luck?" You asked as innocently as you could as Hyein chortled in glee. The younger boy glared, all flirting forgotten in the wake of his humiliation. Star Boy looked more impressed and amused by his friend's antics.

"Rematch," the petulant woodland critter demanded. "Double or nothing."

"I'm not giving you an extra phone number," you deadpanned with a laugh. Then you shot a sly smile at the older boy, since the younger was still staring at his beer in frustration. You were beginning to feel the effects of those shots, which was only making you want to rile them up even more. "But sure. We'll take it easy on you guys, since you're both so cute."

Of course, despite the newfound concentration of your opponents, the next game ended the same way. Though you had definitely been distracted by Star Boy's habit of sticking his tongue out a tad when he was aiming. Humans really had no right being that attractive. The younger had gotten comically competitive, reminding you of yourself, and the way he was currently losing his mind was honestly adorable.

"Fuck, I need a drink," he grumbled, stomping away like a child throwing a tantrum. You broke away from Hyein to saunter up to the other boy.

"Is the baby bunny gonna be okay?" you asked, making him laugh and shoot you another breathtaking smile.

"Jungkook? He always gets riled up. He probably went to get some banana milk."

"I… what? Is that a euphemism for something?" you asked, unsure if you had heard correctly.

"No, legitimately banana milk," he replied with a grin. Then his gaze went a little sharper and the grin turned into a smirk. "If you wanted a different kind of milk, I'd be more than happy to help you out."

"Does that seriously work on people?" you asked, mildly amused but mostly grossed out by the terrible line. He stepped further into your space, resting his large, warm hand lightly on your hip and sending tingles through your body. You couldn't tell whether the heat that bloomed in your abdomen was from him, or just more of the alcohol catching up to you.

"You tell me," he said cockily, eyes flickering to your lips before gazing into your own. You had no doubt it did work on most people, not because of his words but because of that hypnotic gaze. And because he smelled amazing despite the haze of beer in the air. Luckily, you had priorities.

"Maybe it would if you gave me my money," you said lightly, stepping out of his range and holding your hand out expectantly. He cocked his head, momentarily taken aback by getting swerved, but he recovered quickly.

"I'm sure a girl as cute as you has higher rates than that." Huh, that had actually been almost clever.

"I would slap you for what you're implying, but you probably couldn't afford it."

His delighted giggle was way too adorable for the fuckboy vibes he was putting out, and you hardened your heart (and your… other things) against the sparkle in his eyes. He grabbed a twenty dollar bill from his wallet and set it in your open palm, though he let his hand linger on yours. You tried to ignore the heat emanating from it.

"I could pay you back another way."

That helped clear your head, actually. He really wasn't giving up, and part of you wondered why he hadn't already moved on to someone else. With a face like that, there were definitely easier targets for him. Of course, with a face like that you knew he'd probably be a disappointment in bed since it was doubtful anyone made him work for it. Then again, he was so beautiful that maybe the mediocre sex would be worth it for bragging rights.

"Once again, money is the only thing that has never disappointed me," you retorted, pulling away from him and shoving the bill in your pocket.

"I can promise I won't disappoint you." His dark eyes were intent on your gaze and you resisted the urge to lick your lips, feeling naked under his smoldering gaze. You wondered how many girls had faked orgasms just to make this Adonis happy.

"I make it a habit never to believe promises from pretty boys at parties," you said with a shrug, deciding to end this little exchange even if it was actually somewhat entertaining. His grin brightened when you called him pretty, and you ignored it as you began walking back to your side of the table. "Now excuse me, it's time for my next victim-I mean, opponent."

"Well since I couldn't get your number, can I at least have your name?"

You paused, considering. The night was young, and he was undeniably gorgeous despite the less-than-impressive attempts to hit on you. It couldn't hurt. You glanced back at him with a toss of your hair.

"[Y/n]."

~~~~~

Taehyung hadn't really been expecting much out of the ordinary when he accompanied Jungkook to his friend's party. The school year hadn't started so there was no stress to blow off - tonight was just to have fun. They'd drink some alcohol, play some beer pong, and take a couple girls home. A typical Friday night.

The two girls who had challenged them had seemed promising. They were both hot, and Taehyung always found it cute when girls tried to flirt with them by jumping into beer pong. Even if the game got boring playing against mediocre opponents, nice tits usually made up for it. With the bet, they had all but guaranteed the boys their numbers, though that was probably why they wanted to play anyway.

Except one of them (the cuter one, in his opinion) had proceeded to completely demolish both he and his roommate despite the fact that the other had missed almost every single shot. Twice. To a thirsty young college boy, it was unbelievably hot. He couldn't wait to get you out of your clothes.

You seemed strangely uninterested, though. Taehyung wasn't exactly one to brag, but he and Jungkook were generally able to land any girl they looked at. So the way you bantered back without any intention of following through was more of a turn on than it should have been. As he stared at your ass in your tight jeans, he wondered when was the last time he had a good chase.

When you looked back at him with those gorgeous, glittering eyes and told him your name, that was it. His new mission for the night was getting into the pants of this mysterious, beautiful beer pong ace.

~~~~~

"He's staring at you again," Eunbae whispered as you annihilated another set of challengers. He had switched out with Hyein, who had decided she needed to pee and towed Ellie to the bathroom with her as per party girl code. Your quartet mate was a much more skilled partner, and you were honestly starting to get so bored it felt like you were sobering up. You kind of wished those boys from earlier would challenge you because they had at least been pretty good. And nice to look at. "Three o-clock."

You took a peek out of the corner of your eye in the direction he had indicated, to where the flirty beer pong boy was currently talking to his friend but also watching you over his shoulder. Who actually was drinking banana milk from a straw that had to have been magically conjured out of thin air. Where did one even find banana milk at a college party?

"I don't get it," you told your friend, raising your arms in a long stretch that lifted your shirt past your hips. Just because you were on the fence about him, didn't mean you couldn't enjoy the admiration of such a fine male specimen, right? "He could literally point to anyone here and they'd be down. Even the straight guys."

"Not me," said Eunbae wistfully. "I only have eyes for one girl."

"Ugh I know you're in love with me but sorry, not interested," you joked boredly, glancing at your cuticles.

"Shut the fuck up," he protested, making a revolted face. "You're hot, but we've been through way too much for me to ever be able to get a boner thinking of you."

"Fair," you agreed with a shudder, remembering the unfortunate event that had cemented your friendship. It had been your freshman year, in the beginning stages of your current quartet. You actually had been attracted to Eunbae at first, but binge drinking at a party - you had been sheltered in high school, it wasn't your fault! - had led to you projectile vomiting all over him, which grossed him out enough to throw up on you, and that had pretty much killed any potential hookup or relationship. It did somehow lead to him becoming your best friend though - probably because there wasn't much more either of you could do to disgust the other anymore.

"So are you gonna hit it?" he asked, waggling his eyebrows at you suggestively. "You need a rebound, right?"

You elbowed your friend, jostling him and making him miss his next shot. He scowled at you and you smiled back

"He's going to have to do better than offering me his 'milk'," you said, laughing at the mildly repulsed expression on Eunbae's face. "I haven't decided if I'm in the mood for subpar sex tonight, even if the face attached is gorgeous."

"Fair enough," Eunbae acquiesced with a chuckle. "Can you get us refills while I rerack?"

"Your wish is my command, bestie," you said with a dramatic bow, grabbing his and your empty solo cups. Out of the corner of your eye you saw the boy detach himself from his friend to follow you, and you couldn't decide whether you were annoyed or pleased.

"Fancy seeing you here," said mystery boy somewhat unoriginally, walking into the kitchen as you were pouring cheap liquor and soda into the cups. You were again struck by how insane it was that he was so beautiful it somehow put an Instagram filter on his words and made them seem less douchey.

"Not so surprising considering you followed me, pretty boy," you responded wryly. "Need a refill?"

"As much as I love hearing you say I'm pretty, you can call me Taehyung," he said with a grin, leaning on the counter in a way that flexed his bicep. You were torn between peeking and rolling your eyes, and settled for taking a swig of your drink instead.

"And why would I need to remember that?" you teased, more amused than annoyed by this boy's attention. His expression turned cocky again, and when he opened his mouth you cut him off. "Please do not say something like 'because you'll be screaming it later.'"

He visibly deflated, and you found yourself laughing in spite of yourself. Taehyung's expression looked comically dejected, and it was cute enough to keep you from getting overly annoyed. That coupled with the fact that after the first time he had touched your waist, he hadn't encroached in your personal space again.

"So why are you still here talking to me when you could probably get anyone else here?" you asked, genuinely curious. It just seemed like a lot of effort.

"You're not anyone else," he said simply, and the sincerity in his tone made you flush. It was clear he hadn't intended that to be a line, and that fact did more for you than any of his earlier flirtation.

"You should've led with that," you said before you could stop yourself, and covered your slip by taking a long draught that would probably lead to more questionable decisions. When you lowered your cup, he had inched a tiny bit closer. You pretended not to notice.

"With what?" he asked innocently, tilting his head as if he had no idea he was exposing the very attractive line of his neck. You took another sip to have a reason to swallow, wondering if someone had turned on the heat in the house.

"I don't know," you said, glad your tone was still as blase as you wanted it to be. "Sincerity? Generally not being a douchebag?"

His rich laugh made goosebumps rise on your skin. As did his appreciative grin.

"Well I could tell you you're beautiful, but you probably already know that." He took a tiny step closer, dark eyes trained on your face as you battled to keep your relaxed expression.

"I could also say it's because I've never been so completely stepped on during beer pong." Another step. There was a tiny mole on the tip of his nose you hadn't noticed before.

"But I think I like your snark the most." He was now close enough for a blind man to feel his presence, and yet you remained rooted to the spot. Your eyes flickered to another cute mole on his lip, and you saw it twitch into a smirk.

"Do you know what that makes me want to do?" You could feel the warmth emanating from his body, and you found yourself staring up into hypnotic dark eyes.

"What?" You asked, some of your breathlessness finally creeping into your tone and unable to look away.

"It makes me want to shut you up." His last words were said in a growl that sent tingles running down your spine and straight between your legs. You licked your lips, and his eyes gleamed like a predator locking into their prey.

"Well that is incredibly intriguing," you murmured, stepping a little closer and running your fingers down his chest. He leaned forward, eyes locked on yours and hands skimming your sides, and you smiled sweetly at him. "But I have to get Eunbae his refill, so maybe next time!"

You stepped back, grabbing your cups and weaving past him with a cheeky wave before he could react further. There was no need for him to know that your heart was pounding and that his warmth had burrowed its way into your skin. If he was really that interested, he could work for it a little harder.

~~~~~

Taehyung watched you leave feeling stunned, frustrated, and more than a little aroused. You were just being so slippery, and he wasn't really used to being teased like this. You didn't seem completely opposed to his advances, and yet it was also clear you didn't care about losing his interest either. Which inadvertently did even more to pique it.

He stalked out of the kitchen to find Jungkook still in the corner finishing his banana milk and staring at you with less irritation and much more interest than earlier. That wasn't good - you were being difficult enough to bag without having to compete with his friend.

"I don't understand, I've never met a hot girl that much better than me at anything," Jungkook said, and his tone had also lost its whiny quality and taken on an almost dreamy cast. It was time to distract him so Taehyung could get you alone again. He glanced at a duo of giggling girls who were making eyes at the two of them and gave them his signature smirk, motioning for them to come over. They did, immediately, and his friend's attention was momentarily captured by the appearance of breasts in immediate proximity.

"Hi, I'm - "

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm getting a call - I'll be right back," Taehyung lied smoothly, grabbing his phone from his pocket. "Kook, can you entertain these lovely ladies for a moment while I step out?"

With that, he quickly strode over to where you had rejoined your friend at the pong table. Your friend was definitely a good-looking guy, but it was clear from your dynamic that there was nothing going on between you - Taehyung's most dangerous threat was Jungkook. Between the two of them, he wasn't really worried about anyone else at the party.

"[Y/n], could I borrow you for a moment?" he asked, right as you sunk another ball into your queasy looking opponent's cup.

"Fire," you called in a disinterested voice, and easily caught the ball the guy whipped back at you. You looked at Taehyung dead in the eye as you tossed the ball again, and gave him a condescending smile he wanted to fuck off your face.

"Wow, I didn't expect you to remember my name," you cooed patronizingly, just as he heard the light splash of you hitting yet another cup. Shit, that shouldn't have been as hot as it was. "Shouldn't you get back to your friends?"

At that, Taehyung glanced back to see Jungkook, cornered by the two girls and glaring at him. Oops, so he had noticed. It was time to pull out the big guns.

"You're special," he said with a grin, looking at you intently in a way he knew should make you melt. Except you just turned away to catch the ball your groaning opponent threw back at you.

"I know," you deadpanned, flicking your wrist forward. The ping pong ball arced elegantly through the air, and to no one's surprise there was another wet "plunk" as it hit the penultimate cup dead center. Before he could respond, he was being elbowed out of the way.

"Hi, great game earlier," said Jungkook with a bright smile, ignoring his hyung's scowl. For the first time, you looked surprised, and your eyes flicked between Taehyung and the maknae. Your lips began to twitch into what looked suspiciously like an amused grin.

"Jungkook, right?" you asked, making the younger boy perk up and puff out his chest a little.

Your eyes slid back to Taehyung, and that smile widened further. Taehyung suddenly realized he was pouting - but that seemed to have thawed you more than anything he had done previously, so he decided to play into it and gave you his best puppy dog eyes. Your own widened and you blushed before turning back to the table to snag the ping pong ball out of the air again. Huh. Maybe he was closer to his goal than he thought.

"How about you let one of them do a celeb shot?" suggested your friend with a mischievous grin. You narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously. "You can give whoever sinks it a reward."

"Oh my god Eunbae, no one's going to want-"

"I'll do it!"

You whipped your head around to stare at both Taehyung and Jungkook, who weren't quite glaring at each other but were definitely facing down.

"Please, noona, let me?" asked Jungkook, looking at you with large, pleading eyes. Damn if him ditching the hot fuckboy vibes for this cute woodland critter wasn't effective, but you kept your face impassive.

"I don't know, implying I'm older without even knowing is kind of unflattering," you said idly, though when his face fell you almost wanted to pat his head and coo at him. Okay, maybe he really was younger. He was just as ridiculously gorgeous as Taehyung, but you were feeling more pesky little brother vibes towards him than anything else.

Still, you weren't about to outright give Taehyung the ball - he would (correctly) assume that meant it was also metaphorically in his court. Though the haze of alcohol had settled comfortably in your veins, you weren't quite gone enough to just throw yourself at him.

"Plus why should I trust either of you?" you asked innocently, enjoying the flash in both of their eyes. It was frankly unprecedented for two guys this attractive to be interested in you, and despite the fact that you were a strong confident blablabla, it was quite the ego boost.

"You know we're good," stated Taehyung plainly as his eyes bored into your own, snaring your attention. "You're just better."

That startled another laugh out of you, and he was momentarily stunned by the light that shone out of your eyes. Your snappy attitude was hot, sure, but that genuine smile was something else entirely.

"You guys don't even know what this 'reward' is gonna be," you added, using exaggerated air quotes as you squinted your eyes at them in confusion.

"How about a kiss?" suggested Taehyung's new best friend from behind you, and you rolled your eyes at him.

"Who's side are you on, Eunbae?" you complained, turning around to scowl at at this Eunbae as he gave you a shit-eating grin. Taehyung and Jungkook took the opportunity to check out your ass.

"Your dusty-ass vagina's," he responded easily, making you groan in annoyance and shove him roughly. Eunbae just snickered and pushed you back, and in your buzzed state you wobbled before righting yourself and turning back to the two boys.

"Fucking whatever, play rock paper scissors or something," you grumbled, crossing your arms. Your pout was cute, too, and Taehyung wondered what those pretty lips would look like wrapped around his cock.

All he needed to do was win this little game to find out.

~~~~~

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*sonic runs in* GOTTA GO FAST- *flames face first into a wall* OW SHIT

Hiiiiii! I wanted to get here quick cause I had this cute idea from one of our talks 🥰 Chobe tickling Toma when he’s upset! I was thinking either when they’re on the island or when they’re kids, but Chobe comes up and just raspberries Toma until he’s giggling like a kid again 🥰🥰🥰

And just a reminder, there’s no rush, you’ll do great, and drink some water ❤️

JJKREKRKJEKJ *runs over with ice pack* Are you okay? Oh goodness! This prompt is absolutely adorable and I'm obsessed AHH!!! Chobe beloved!!! I've gotcha covered! :D Remember to drink water aswell!

“Brother, no.”

Oh dear- Chobe had that look again.

It was his own fault really. He hadn’t realized the older of the pair was looking when he wiped at his face, suddenly overcome with tears. Toma made an effort not to cry anymore, but some days his exhaustion won and his eyes just couldn’t be bothered to stay dry. This island was proving to be quite the challenge.

“Brother, yes.” The blonde grinned, swiping at him and missing by a hair. “Come here, Toma…”

“Brother, brother- please, the monster’s will hear us-” Toma twisted around, sprinting for the hills as Chobe chased him. It was like when they were kids all over- Toma would get upset over one thing or another and Chobe would tickle him until he was smiling and happy once more. It was admittedly kinda embarrassing how effective that method proved now all these years later.

Or incredibly endearing. Depends on which brother you ask.

“GOTCHA!” The bandit king roared playfully as his fist caught Toma’s robes, yanking him backwards and into his chest. Seconds later he was attacking, drilling his fingers through the thick fabric of the Asaemon robes as he danced his fingers along Toma’s ribs. “Come on, give me a smile!”

“Brohohoohohthehehehehhehher!” Toma squealed, arching away from the tickly touch as bubbly laughter spilled over, coloring the air around them. “Doohohoohohohn’t tihiihihckle mehehhehehehehe!”

“Hm? Whatcha say? Keep tickling you? Alright!” Chobe snickered as he carried on his antics, one arm around Toma’s waist to get his belly while the other snuck into his armpit, wiggling fingers there. “You know Toma, one of these days the monsters are gonna find out how sensitive you are. We gotta prepare you for the worst. I won’t be able to save you if they decide to tickle.” “Thahahahhahaht’s bechahaahahahuse yooohohoohu’re wahahahy more tihiihihcklish!”

“Exactly-Hey!” Chobe huffed, giving up on his belly as he wrapped both arms around him, taking a deep breath. “You damn brat- take this!”

“Bro-THEHHEHEEHEHHEHEHER!” Toma all but squealed when Chobe blew a massive raspberry against his neck, sending endless waves of ticklishness throughout his body. “GEHAHHAHAHHA PLEAHHAHAAHHAHSE!” He flailed this way and that, trying his best to double over while simultaneously scrunch up. “STAHAHAHAHAHP!”

“Hmm…okay.” Chobe let go, watching Toma tumble to the ground in a fit of residue giggles. “Heh, haven’t done that in a while. Glad to see my old methods work.”

“Eehhhehee…hehehehehehe…oohoohohho, huuhuhuuhsh.” Toma groaned out, glaring halfheartedly behind his hair. “Thahaht was unfair! You can’t just go rahahaspberrying sohohmeone’s neck!”

“Better there than your belly, right?” Chobe grinned, eyes dancing. “Since you’re so insistent…”

Toma was on his feet and running in seconds. Chobe threw his head back with a loud cackle, absolutely delighted. It was moments like this that helped him forget the world they had to navigate. They could figure out the island and all that later.

For now, they were just Chobe and Toma- two brothers without a care in the world.

Send me a headcanon and I'll write a dabble for it!

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[avawritesthings]

homecoming | jh86

[1,736 words] jack hughes x fem!reader

summary - jack goes out to celebrate a win with his teammates, and he stumbles home drunk; y/n takes care of his drunk, whiny ass

contents - a little bit of suggestive content :)

ava’s notes - i used the prompts “Will you play with my hair?” and “Let’s make a deal, one kiss and I’ll do whatever you want.” for this fic <3 (not very edited)

masterlist

RAPID KNOCKS ECHOED throughout your apartment, and you groaned. You hear voices from beyond your apartment door, and could distinctly hear Nico and Luke talking to each other, or someone else. After getting up off of the couch and unlocking the door, you were faced with quite a sight. 

An arm on each of Nico and Luke’s shoulders, and a very, very drunk Jack in between them.

You sighed a deep breath and pursed your lips, seeing Jack’s face light up at the sight of yours. He leaned forward and before he could faceplant, you placed your hands on his waist to steady him. 

“I’m so so sorry Y/N,” Luke rushed out, running a hand through his unruly curls. You felt Jack nuzzle into the crook of your neck and sigh. “I didn’t think he’d get this drunk, I swear. And he was begging to see you…” He trailed off. 

“It’s fine, Luke, I swear,” You breathe out, still holding onto a wobbly, and probably dizzy, Jack. “He can stay the night, not a problem. I’ll see you guys later? It was nice to see you, both of you!” 

Nico nodded with a slight smile. “We’ll see him at practice tomorrow. Thank you, Y/N, you’re a lifesaver. And, sorry again.”

You wave your hand in a no problem way and send a smile their way. Once Jack is through the threshold of your apartment, the guys wave goodnight and close the door for you. 

“Hiiiiii Y/N,” Jack says through a dopey smile. You can’t help but send a grin his way. Yes, he woke you up from almost falling asleep, but it’s worth it. 

“Hey, babe,” You smiled, walking backwards to lay him on the couch. “Did you have fun?” You asked, and he nodded sleepily. As he dramatically laid down, you brushed yourself off and walked to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water and two ibuprofen. 

You place the glass and pills on the coffee table in front of him, and he grabs your wrist, pulling you down to him. His face lit up again at the sight of you and Jack giggled.

You can feel his breath against your cheek and can smell the alcohol radiating from him. He was warm and pliant, and his lips were so, so soft. Jack wrapped his arms around you, and you moved closer to him. Your hand found its way to his jaw, and your thumb was caressing his skin.

Jack broke the kiss and sighed against your lips, and you felt him pull you impossibly closer. Your body was pressed up against his, and you felt him wrap his legs around you.

His eyes were closed, and his nose was touching yours. His lips were still touching yours and you couldn't help but lean forward again, kissing him and smiling against his lips.

You were straddling his lap, and one of your hands was on the arm of the couch, steadying you. The other was resting at the nape of his neck, playing with his hair, and his grip on your waist tightened.

His lips were moving against yours, and his tongue darted out. You smiled, opening your mouth slightly, and let him explore your mouth. You felt his fingers play with the hem of your shirt, and you moved even closer, feeling his hard-on against your thigh.

Jack moved his head away and groaned, letting his head fall onto the back of the couch. You smiled, knowing that he was getting too worked up.

"Y/N..." He whined, and you laughed.

"Shhhh, you're okay, Jack. Come on, let's watch some TV, hm?" You asked, and he nodded, a dopey smile taking over his lips.

Jack nestled himself into the corner of the couch, snuggling against you. You smiled warmly and wrapped an arm around him. A comfortable silence settled over the two of you as your show came to its end. 

As you admired his side profile, he suddenly spoke. “Will you play with my hair?”

You feel your cheeks flush and you immediately comply, running your fingers through his long hair. Jack sighs in contempt. He was likely drunk out of his mind, he was never this openly affectionate with you. 

“I love you,” He whispers out, and you look down to make eye contact with him. You feel a slight grin tug at your lips before you return the sentiment. 

“You’re so pretty,” Jack said, his speech slurred with alcohol and love. 

“I think you had too much to drink tonight, Jack,” You teased. “You’re talking bullshit.”

“Not bullshit,” He affirms. “You’re just so pretty and I don’t know what I did to deserve you. You’re always taking care of me and I just love you.”

Jack looked up at you like you hung the moon and stars, and you felt your eyes sparkle with the utmost of love for him. “Give me a kiss,” You announce, and he happily closes his eyes while you lean down, uncomfortably, and give him several quick pecks on his lips. He hums contently into the kisses.

After a few moments or so, you let him go and he rests his head back on your shoulder. The grip he had on your shirt loosens and he lets his arm fall to wrap cozily across your stomach.

Soon enough, you feel your legs start to go numb from staying in the same position. You pat the side of his face lightly before his eyes snap open, making eye contact with you. 

“Can we go to the bedroom? My-“

Before you can finish your sentence, you see a smirk start to form on his face. “Oh, you wanna take me to the bedroom huh? What d’ya wanna do?”

“Shut up, you idiot,” You say fondly. The bed is calling my name, and evidently yours as well.”

Jack sits up rather quickly, and the room is no doubt spinning for him. You can see his eyes trying to adjust to the quick change in position. Jack quickly takes the two pills and gulps down the water as you walk towards the bedroom. 

“Let’s make a deal,” He starts off and you turn back around, intrigued. “One kiss and I’ll do whatever you want.”

Rolling your eyes, you walk back over to him and press a gentle kiss to his lips. 

“C’mon Jack,” You hold out your hand, and he grabs it to help him stand up, but not before bringing your hand to his lips and sloppily kissing your knuckles. You clasp his hand in yours and haul him up from the couch.

Jack stumbles slightly, but your tight grip on his hand keeps him steady. You walk him to your bedroom and once he’s past the threshold, he immediately flops down onto your bed and starfishes. You giggled at his dramatics.

You quickly take off his shoes, wanting to get into bed and fall asleep. Jack groaned out when he heard you leave the room, flopping around until his head landed on a soft pillow. You took in the sight of him: fully dressed, hair disheveled, and seconds away from falling asleep in your bed. 

“Jack,” You whisper, running your hand over his hair. He turned to face you and his blurry eyes locked onto whatever he could, that ‘whatever’ being your face. His eyes scanned your face, from your eyes to your nose, to your gentle smile and flushed cheeks. 

“Jack, c’mon, we gotta get you ready for bed,” He grumbles to himself before lifting off of the bed and stomping over to the bathroom. 

You walk in and see him sitting on the toilet seat cover. “Brush my teeth f’me please Y/N,” he rushes out, wanting to get into bed as soon as possible. 

“Okay, you man-child,” You scold playfully, and you grab his toothbrush, wet it, add some toothpaste, and go through the motions of brushing his teeth. Once finished, you have Jack rinse his mouth out, and before you could say anything, he immediately jumped into bed. 

“Too tired,” He whines. “Let me sleep.”

“I wasn’t gonna say anything,” You chuckle, and you quickly change into your pajamas. Once you got him settled in bed, he tugged on your arm, and you complied, climbing into bed and cuddling into his side. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head. You were lying with your head on his chest, and you could hear his heart beating.

In typical Jack fashion, he slides a hand over your breast, always needing to hold one before nodding off to sleep. You run your hand over his hair again and shortly after, you hear light snores coming from his mouth. 

“I love you,” You hear him whisper out into the dark. 

- 

The next day, Jack groans loudly. You stir awake, not expecting the loud noise. He was still lying next to you, his head covered by a pillow.

"What the fuck," He groans out, and you turn on your side, facing him. You rest your hand on his hip, and rub a circle on the exposed skin.

"Hi, sunshine," You say softly.

"Why does it feel like I've been hit by a fucking truck," Jack whines, and you laugh at him. "Y/N, it hurts."

"You got yourself into this mess," You remind him, and he sighs.

"Can I have some water?" He asks, his voice hoarse.

"I'll be right back," You whisper, getting out of bed and heading towards the kitchen.

You fill up a glass of water and get a bottle of Tylenol. As you walk back to the room, you hear him talking, presumably on the phone.

“Yeah, Luke, I’m fine. Y/N took care of me.”

Jack stops talking, and you take that as a sign to walk into the room. He smiles when he sees you.

"Alright, I'll talk to you later," Jack says, and he ends the call, dropping his phone onto the bed. "Thank you," He says, and he takes the pills from you.

Before you could sit down next to him, he pushes you down gently and you feel him wrap an arm around your waist, his head resting on your chest. You run your fingers through his hair, and his breathing starts to even out.

"G’night, Y/N," He mumbles.

"Night, Jack," You whisper, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. 

-

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shortcake. eren yeager.

warnings . . . fem!reader, baker!eren, fluff, cute lil food fight, eren’s a house husband, soft sex, oral <f received>, tiny bits of spanking, black coded, pleasure!dom, domestic eren.

. . . mocha’s note; in honor of me hitting my 8k milestone. *clinks champagne glass*

. . . hey siri, play you by don toliver.

a sweet aroma of sugar and cake hits your nose when you walk into the rustic brick house you and your love owned. deep into an enchanted forest in italy, deciding to move here after your fifth anniversary. you just got back from your morning stroll, yellow sundress flowing with the wind as the woven brown basket in your arm swings lightly. you filled it with fruits from the nearby market. peaches were back in season so you picked a few of them. gathered lemons for lemonade. strawberries because they’re eren’s favorite. and granny smith apples for apple pie.

when you entire the kitchen to place your goodies in the fridge, also to follow the delicious scent, you’re shocked to see your husband shirtless other than an apron and sweats on his body, bowls and bowls filled with various ingredients ranging from flour, eggs, milk, cake mix, and strawberries. he’s whipping a fluffy white mixture in a bowl now as he whistled to himself.

“eren?”

when he turns, you snicker at the spots of flour on his face. one on his nose, and some on his cheek and chin. his pristine white teeth beaming as he sees his pretty girl, waving his wooden spoon at you.

“hiiiiii,” he smiles.

“good morning, honey. i leave for two hours and this is what happens?”

“okay, so boom,” his heavy feet strolls toward you, kissing your forehead before he’s walking around the kitchen island to his macbook. “i was watching all of these aesthetic pastry videos and shit on youtube, and i came across these korean street food clips and one of them were of strawberry shortcake’s i reallyyy wanted to make for you. so, yeah. i apologize for the mess.”

“i’m intrigued,” you giggle, giving him a kiss on the lips before focusing on the video that’s on loop on his laptop. “you’re so sweet. you wanted to do this for me?”

“mostly for you, yes. but some for me because i made myself hungry watching hours of footage.”

“so that’s what took you so long in the bathroom. you were watching while in the shower?” you raise your brow, smoothing your hands over his waistline, your cheek on his back as you hug him, his natural scent making you feel at home.

eren upturns his lips, raising a hand. “guilty.”

“well, how’s the progress so far?”

“uhhh,” he looks around, pouting. “it’s going. i’ve been measuring and prepping for about an hour.”

“do you mind if i help?” you bat your lashes. “i picked fresh strawberries we can use.”

“i meant to say you were out earlier than usual. how was your walk?”

“it was nice. the birds were singing to me this morning so that had me up. they opened this new bread shop around the corner so i got some ciabatta for dinner.”

“sounds fun. i was gonna ask for assistance once you came home. don’t think i can finish it on my own,” he frowns.

“awe, it’s okay. atleast you tried,” you pet his cheek. “can i have my apron? don’t wanna ruin my dress.”

“speaking of,” eren hums, turning you around by your waist after setting his bowl down, spanking your ass. you squeak. “wearing this out without me by your side? the squirrels could’ve saw. then what will we tell my mother?”

“that i’ve moved on and i’m living a better life with the one i’ve fallen for. that he owns an enchanted village of sticks and moss and promised me fresh nuts every morning,” you follow his joke before the two of you laugh.

“my nuts are grown from trees that reside by the waterfalls, so.”

“then maybe i’ll stay. don’t give the king a reason to take me.”

after a few more silly jokes, eren takes the apron off his body and slips it over your head, tying it tight to see your tits bulge up, smacking his bare arm before untying and making it more comfortable. since he made one hell of a mess, you decided to start over from scratch. japanese sponge strawberry shortcake was the actual recipe. didn’t take much to make but perfection is key when it comes to eren. you let him do something easier, like cutting up the strawberries while you made the batter and prepped the pans.

the oven was set, and in went the cake. while that baked, the two of you cleaned up the kitchen, talking about things you wanted to do, memories, work, or dreams you had. eren mentioned an erotic dream he had about his favorite actor which caused playful jealously to arise to a point where you threw a grape at him you retrieved from the fridge to snack on. eren retaliates by throwing an apple at you, thinking it was gentle until it hit your boob and you were whining about the pain. eren gasping and holding his hand to his mouth, coming toward you with frantic ‘i’m sorry, i’m sorry’s’.

you get back at him by tossing a pinch of flour in his face, bopping his nose with your finger before running away with screams as he chased you. you tried to dodge him every time he crossed the counter, screeching when he catches you with one arm by your waist and carry’s you like you’re a fish on a hook, spanking your ass as punishment after sitting on the floor. you slap him away as he attacks your neck with kisses and chuckles, sitting on his lap and slowly making out with him, spluttering from the taste of flour and cleaning his face off with your apron.

by then the cakes are ready, and eren takes them out while you leap onto the counter while swinging your feet, chewing at your nails as you study the muscles on his back and arms. the black sweats he wears hanging lower than earlier, showcasing his deeply cut v-line. that blissful trail of pubic hair sticking out a little. he kept himself well trimmed.

“they have to cool off before we put the icing on it.”

he stands in front of you, studying you as you play with the bowl of whipped cream, scooping some up with your finger before tasting it. “mhmmm. taste this.”

you scoop another and put your finger in his mouth, eren nodding, smacking his lips. “tastes like you.”

you play with it more, being childish almost as you say ‘oops’ every time you put some on your face. a dash on your lips, one on your cheek, and another on your neck. eren shakes his head at you, hands on your flattened thighs. eren’s focused on your face, emerald eyes flickering to the line of cream sitting on your cheek. your body temperature rises the closer he gets, his wide palms caressing your thighs, sliding up further as his thumbs massaged your soft flesh. you’re whimpering when his long tongue slithers out his mouth to collect the cream on your face, hot breath fanning your skin, clit pulsating as you hear a guttural moan from him. he sucks on his bottom lip before pressing his lips to yours, sharing the vanilla delicacy. it’s chaste, unfortunately, eren pulling his lips away. a noise you make has him gnawing at his lips like candy, making them redder.

“what’s that whine for, ‘uh?” he breathes, hands trailing higher underneath your flour coated apron and yellow sundress. it’s hanging loosely on your body, your dress engulfing your curves and hiking off your ass almost. a few chestnut locs drift over his eyes that are giving you that one fucking look that drives you crazy. the one where his eyes are gone, half shut, dark, and glaring down at you like you’re a meal he’s ready to devour. you squirm in place, wanting to be connected to him. it’s silent as long fingers slide underneath and in between your thighs. there’s a sudden raise of a brow on his face along with a condescending gasp.

“baby!” he exclaims, wide eyed. “what’s this? no panties? you walked around like this all morning?”

a whimper you let out makes the man in front of you hum with approval, your body jerking once his thumb catches your clit, sluice in your own mess with his teasing. he clearly appreciates it with the way he kisses your forehead. rubbing circles slowly to relieve the ache that built up, scooting on the counter to make him press harder. he’s being too gentle. eren cups the side of your face in one of his hands, keeping your focus on him. the print in his sweats now poking at your knee, rushing with blood.

“i like when you’re greedy like this, as if i don’t fuck you every day,” his voice is groggy. it’s getting to him now. neck turning red. the earring in his left ear sparkles when the sunlight hits his face from the gleaming bay window, fixing his posture and dragging you near the edge of the counter so he can lock his arms under your thighs. “acting deprived. tenacious. you’re so—tempting.”

then, he’s lowering to his knees, hot mouth encasing the flesh of your thighs with wet kisses and gentle sucks, trailing up to your leaking pussy. your legs can’t help themselves as they buck and raise, your feet sitting on his bare shoulders as your back arches and your nails drag through his scalp.

“clit’s swollen as fuck,” eren releases a guttural moan that has you trembling, his pillow lips sheltering your clit after his tongue lays flat on it, kissing you and savoring your taste.

you’re not exactly sure what it is. if it’s just him, if there’s an aphrodisiac in the air—but you’re outrageously horny. so badly it’s making your clit that’s being ravaged by his tongue extra sensitive. your hands slap flat on the counter top, lifting your hips to hump his face, irises turning white as they scroll back. eren groans into your pussy, opening and closing his mouth quicker, bouncing his head with your every move. slurping and drooling so much that saliva trails down your ass.

“god, baby,” eren grunts. you squeak when eren hastily stands back to his feet, pinning your knees to your breast and making you fold your arms underneath the curve of them to keep them put. he lowers his head to spit sloppily, taking his ring and middle finger to fuck you with, thrusting slow and kissing at your puffy clit salaciously.

sensitive. you’re so goddamn sensitive that eren’s actually surprised that you cum so fast, screaming into your knees that quake as you gush on his fingers and he licks you up real good. doesn’t stop. never questions your release. and it makes matters worse when you release your legs to try and crawl away only to have him ball your apron and dress up in his fist to keep you fomented to his starving mouth. chin doused in your slick, face buried deeper now.

“ere—waitt, baby,” a whine drags from you, pushing at his head to stop him. it’s like he’s deaf; pretends he doesn’t hear you at all. instead, continues to suck on you until you’re sitting in a puddle of mixed waters.

“baby, stop!” your stomach hurts as you squeal and laugh cutely, giving him one more shove before he lets you go with a lewd squelch echoing. he doesn’t even look at you, just enjoying his time, french kissing your thighs yet again. so in love with them. so in love with you.

“swear i’m ‘bout to cum,” he swallows, pulling you to sit back up, your blown pupils watching as he tugs his sweats down to sit under his thick cock that slaps on your leg. he’s drunk off you already, usually getting really quiet when he’s off the edge. adamant and greedy.

it’s all about your pleasure first, that’s all he cares about. but when you get him this fucking pent up? he wants nothing more than for your pussy to make him cum. there’s something so fucking primal to see you in ecstasy. to see you cum, to see your eyes scroll or watch you squirm and claw at his flesh till he’s got red marks all over him. and to be the one causing it? it’s so—sublime. it’s his favorite part being your high.

your feet are planted on the island so you’re squatted in a sort, eren patting the head of his cock on your cute clit gently before adjusting his hips in the right angle to slip inside. once you have a grip on it, eren grabs your waist and shuffles forward. you keen and lift your ass to pull him in more.

“ah, ah,” eren lightly taps your cheek with two fingers, kissing his teeth. “let it sink in.”

bellowing cries ripple in the air as eren fully fills you, the two of you whimpering in sync as he pulls back before pushing forward, picking up the pace just a bit. he’s hissing with his brows furrowed as he continues to yank you close as he thrusts. eren let’s go momentarily to cup your face in his hands, resting his thumb in your mouth for you to suck on as tears build up in your eyes. you’re hiccuping, panting hard and unable to process why he’s so fucking good at making you feel this way.

“is that good, baby?” eren traces your lips with his saliva coated thumb before slicking his tongue over them, rolling his waist and hitting fairly quicker. wanting to maintain a gentle pace.

“yessss,” you sniffle, doe eyes staring up at him like he’s an angel on earth. melting in his touch like butter. feeling small and submissive in his care.

“focus, baby,” his raspy voice whispers, your hands clutching onto his wrists while he caresses your face. “hold your breath. mhm. breathe when you’re cummin’.”

both of your lips are parted, eren slamming his cock into your dripping pussy when he’s nearing his high, face scrunched up with gruff ‘uh unh’s’ leaving him. you do as he says with your breath control, eren knowing that when you hold it your orgasm strikes you like lightning. an exasperated gasp deluges loudly from your whiny mouth, all those noises running straight to eren’s cock, vincinal to cum. you’re crying so much it’s uncontrollable.

“f-fuckk,” air catches in your throat which makes you choke, eren reflexively taking your throat in his hand before bringing to forward to lick and kiss at the side of your neck, loosing strength in your limbs. then, you cum. to eren’s fucking grace, nails clawing at his flexing ass and broad backside. “why you fuckin’ me like this?”

the slurred question instantly makes eren grab the back of your neck to pull you in to his chest, locking his forearm under your right thigh to lift you easily off the counter to fuck his cum into you, stepping back so all of your weight is in his hands. pounding messily as you leak down to his balls and milk him for all he’s got, eren huffing in your neck and telling you ‘cause i love you’ as his answer.

and it warms your heart, but also makes you moan because you know that he’s only yours to keep. that you’re the only one receiving this treatment. you loved him too.

“did so good, baby,” he kisses your cheek, still holding you. “let’s run you a bath.”

“the cake,” you pout, pawing at his shoulders to cling on to your barely there conscious.

“we’ll decorate it after. need to get your mind back together.”

© 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.

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'Cause I can't help if you look like an angel

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: The one where you made him blush with every chance you got, and then you stopped.

Warnings: FLUUUUUUFF

A/N: HIIIIII. This is my first ever fanfic that I’ve posted here. I was listening to Hey Stephen (Taylor’s version of course) when this idea popped in my mind and I literally had to stop studying law just to write this down. Took me days, though. I hope you enjoy! 

"Good morning, Captain!"

Steve groaned when he heard your cheerful voice this early in the morning. This had been a daily occurrence, even lost count of how many months since you had started 'courting????' him. He wasn't even sure if it was a compliment. He, the strong and commanding leader of the team, was feeling mortified whenever you talked to him or even walked past him while waving cheerfully that he started to turn the other way whenever he saw you. Doesn't matter if it was an urgent meeting with Fury, a shorter path to his location, or if he was going to be late- he will surely turn the other way. Your coworkers and his teammates started teasing the two of you which only encourage you on your habit of complimenting him. At this point, he wasn't sure until when could he tolerate you.

He still wasn't used to the tremendous generation gap, was surely not used to girls being forward, more so wasn't used to you. You were confident, cheerful, independent, and on top of that, you had a huge crush on him that you weren't even hiding. It wasn't like you were stalking him that it made him uncomfortable, it was the fact that whenever you see him, you'd say ridiculous things that would make a grown man like him blush from mortification.

-flashback-

"CAPTAIN!"

Steve immediately stopped walking, his face alert for any emergency, his eyes sweeping over the entire hallway before settling at Y/N who was skipping towards him. You stopped in front of him, looking up at your lashes while you catch your breath.

"Do you know CPR?" His brows knitted in a frown, ready to lunge to the direction of the apparent emergency. Only her shy touch on Steve's muscular arm stopped him.

"Because you just took my breath away..."  Steve cocked his head to the side, processing your words. Did you just....?

Before he could reprimand you, you were already waltzing across the floor, getting back to your office and to the work that had been interrupted when you saw him sauntered from the glass wall of your department. Steve just watched you, not believing what just transpired as you so nonchalantly put your focus back to your computer.

"Y/N!" Natasha called you from across the restaurant where you and your college friends decided to meet for the weekend. Your face immediately lightened when you saw her waving. You excused yourself from your friends and cheerfully sashayed your way to the red-head as you scanned the table- Sam and Bucky were with her. You made small talk with them, inserting witty remarks that made Sam laughed heartedly, even teasing Bucky that you'd introduce him to one of your friends which made him playfully glare at you.

Wishing them a good day and definitely a good meal, you've just turned around when you bumped into a huge and strong chest that you'd mistaken for a wall if it weren't for the arms steadying you. You looked up, your shoulders brushing with none other than the one and only Captain America. He was wearing a casual blue long-sleeves that would turn your eyes into hearts if this was a cartoon. But alas, it didn't and instead-

"Why are you here!" It was a question stated with a high-pitched voiced. He let go of your arms, looked at Natasha, clearly asking for help.

"Y/N, I'm just meeting with-"

You cut him off, words hurrying past your mouth, "Who's running heaven if you're here?" You heard Natasha, Bucky and Sam chuckled on your anecdote, clearly amused by your candor- an amusement that was in Steve's expense. Again, before he could reprimand you, you blew him a kiss and walked around him to go back to your friends.

You were having one of the most hectic night of your career. It was almost one o'clock in the morning when you decided to call it a night. You headed down to the lobby and out of the building, looking down at your phone when a rumbling sound of motorcycle reached your ears. You looked up when someone called you, and it was the ever so stunning, God's favorite, Steve Rogers sitting on the bike that stopped in front of you. He looked at you, his stern eyes in disapproval.

"Why are you still here? It's not safe to go home at this hour, Y/N." His deep voice was enchanting you, your mind was processing what was happening slowly- probably because your crush was in front of you, also maybe and most probably because you've only slept for two hours last night.

"Y/N? Come on, I'll drive you home." He offered, knowing that his conscience wouldn't let him sleep if something happened to you- and he badly needed sleep. He would do this for everyone, he was telling himself. She was not special. He convinced himself.

"You know, Steve, I had a pickup line ready to go," you blinked up slowly to him, observing that his hair was tousled back, his cheek had a bruise from a mission. "but you're so hot it just left my mind."

You laughed at his reaction, clearly enjoying jestering with the stern Captain America. You pursed your lips when you saw that he was starting to get irritated. Taking pity on the Captain that was most likely close to losing his control on you, you smiled softly at him. "Don't worry, my uber is here." You started walking to the arriving car when you turned around, "Have a good night, Cap! Don't worry, your bruise will not make you less perfect in my eyes."

You were looking down on the files in your hands, when Steve entered the elevator. There were only the two of you. He hadn't seen you around for days because of your conference. Don't ask him why he knew. He didn't ask why, it was just an information offered to him when Natasha saw him looking over the area you frequented as she walked with him. Not that he cared. Not that he was feeling weirded out by the irritation he felt when he didn't catch a glimpse of you. He was just looking. It was innocent. As a soldier, he needed to always be on guard. Right.

Before he decided whether to greet you or not, he sneezed. Which prompted you to look up and give him your attention. Which he wasn't looking for. Not really, he was disgusted with your consistent forwardness.

"I'd say, "God bless you", but clearly it looks like He already did." You mumbled, gave him a teasing smile, and exit the elevator once it reached your floor.

- end of flashback -

He took a deep breath, before turning around. He saw you walked to him, with a smile on your face. "Look, Y/N, I think it's unprofessional to-" He stopped talking when you raised his wallet to him. You blinked slowly, your head cocked to the side, "You dropped this. I was just returning it to you."

"Oh, thank you, Y/N."

"No problem! Have a great day!"

And then you walked away. His brows furrowed, mouth slightly agape by what just transpired. Where was the dreadful pick-up lines you had so carelessly thrown his way for the past months? Not that he was looking for it, nor was he looking forward to it. It just felt like an incomplete interaction with you. Maybe you were just busy. Right.

But that wasn't the case. Steve was dumbfounded by the way you slowly but surely stopped giving him the attention he so-clearly disliked. He abhorred the way you kept smiling at him in the sweet but teasing way only you know how, the way you kept paying for his coffee whenever you happen to see him in your favorite coffee shop, which happened to be his as well, the way your face brightened when you saw him from across the room.

Steve, Bucky, and Sam were spending their rare day off in a bar- why the two agreed when Steve invited them for a night out, which he rarely do, probably a once in a blue moon event, they weren't sure. For Sam, it was because Steve begrudgingly agreed to pay for his beer and food. As for Bucky, it was the curiosity that got him out of the building. Steve was looking around whilst pretending to listen to Sam and Bucky's bickering as to the origin of French fries. That was when he spotted you entering the bar, laughing at whatever your friend was telling you- your head thrown back from giddiness that you didn't notice him staring at you if it weren't for the way your friend elbowed you and pointed at him subtly, to which he averted his eyes to Sam and Bucky who were smirking at him.

You made your way to them, introducing your friend to them, putting a special emphasis on Bucky specifically to make him blushed. "I can't believe I'm seeing you here!" You gushed over to the three men, "This is my favorite bar! Did you order their specialty? It's out of this world!" You said excitedly, mimicking a chef kiss at the end of your sentence.

"Did you hear that, Steve?" Sam exaggeratedly said to the scowling man, with a smile so wide.

"What?" Steve grunted, drinking his beer despite knowing he couldn't get drunk, but he sure as hell wished he was. Bucky smirked at him, "She said this is her favorite bar."

Steve glared at Bucky, challenging him to say more, which prompted Bucky to smile in that annoying way of his. "That is news to me, Y/N."

"Uhm, okaaaaay. Well, gentlemen, we'll leave you to your own conversations. Sam, always a pleasure talking to you, Bucky, that shirt is doing wonders to you, Steve."

He was waiting for you to compliment him, when you waved and turned around, getting back to the conversation you were having with your friend.

He didn't know if he did something wrong, if he had offended you, if he wasn't breathtaking anymore as you had always told him he was, but the way you weren't giving him the daily dose of your teasing was unsettling him. It was the feeling of not really knowing for sure if you had locked your house, so you obsessively think of it the whole day.

It was days before he saw you again. You were in the cafeteria, eating lunch with you co-workers. Your cheerfulness evident even if he was sitting tables away from you. Natasha was going over the report with him, when she noticed that his eyes kept on flickering between Nat's laptop and behind her. She looked behind her and saw why he was so distracted. She snapped her finger in front of his face to get his attention, "Steve! Are you listening?"

"Yes."

She sighed, "Come ooooon. Just ask her out already."

Steve looked at her, bewildered by her suggestion, "I don't even like her!"

That was when Bucky spoke, when he was silent the whole time, not even bothering to lift his eyes, just continued munching on his burger. "Sure, you don't, buddy."

He didn't like you. He sure as hell didn't miss the way you gave him your attention. Nope. He couldn't help but looked over at your direction once again, when you looked up and saw him. You waved at him, with a smile on your lips, and got back to your conversation.

Work had really been busy, between that and your social life, teasing Captain America had not been your priority. To be honest, you felt bad for the guy now. You were just trying to verbally appreciate him- and maybe you went over too far. Your co-worked asked one day you if you were really in love with the man himself, to which you denied, saying that it was only a crush. Off handedly, she commented out that what you were doing, despite the fun you were having, was ruining Captain America's chance of meeting someone in the building because they all thought the two of you had something going on. That got you thinking, you knew he deserved someone, not you, but someone. And you need to stop trying to flirt with the man when he looked so agitated when you were even near the vicinity.

Which was why you almost jumped from your seat one late night you were spending in the office, when a large iced coffee from your favorite coffee shop landed softly on your table. You looked behind you and was extremely surprised when it was Captain America standing near you. He didn't say anything, just looked at you for a good minute and left. Your mouth agape, you followed his large, retreating form. You looked at the drink and sipped from it. Well, what do you know. It was your favorite drink.

A few days after that weird incident, you exited the building, rain pouring hard. You didn't bring umbrella, choosing to believe the weather channel that it would be dry and clear skies today. What a liar. You sighed and decided to brave the weather to go to your destination when a large hand gripped your elbow, effectively stopping you from walking under the rain. Captain America opened the large umbrella he was carrying, pulled you under his arm, and walked to the direction you were going to.

You didn't know what to say as the two of you walked, you were never this physically close to him, never even touching him for more than a second. You were now more than ever aware of the height difference between the two of you.

 "You're gonna stay for long?"

"Oh, no. I'm just getting the files."

"I'll wait for you, then."

"Noooo, you don't have to I swear I'm gonna be okay-" He looked at you, his face stern, daring you to refuse. Okay. You wouldn't. Not when he's looking at you like that.

"And then after this, you're gonna tell me why you're avoiding me. And them I'm gonna ask you out, and if I'm still God's favorite, hopefully you'd say yes."

A week later, you walked in the building with none other than, God's greatest creation, Steve Rogers. No longer in denial with his feelings for you, his hand clasped yours, his eyes looking at you with warmth. He could finally be at ease, your attention finally back to him, and he wasn't planning on ever losing it. 

Meanwhile, on the other side of the floor

"Pay up, bird."

"Take pity on a broke man?"

"Nope." Bucky smirked at Sam, his hand palm up, waiting for the twenty bucks Sam was slowly getting from his wallet.

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