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slutforln4 · 5 months

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ALL MINE

🖇️ in which your drunk best friend turns into something more, perhaps?

🖇️ request from a lovely anon! had to wreck my brain on how to write it haha. send in an ask to lmk how i did!

🖇️ warnings: 18+ MDNI !! this is an nsfw work. its also 3.1k words long...

🖇️ lando norris x reader

It’s nearly two a.m. when you get woken up by a spam of messages from none other than your best friend, Lando.

Lando: Heeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyy

Lando: Could uou please come pcik me up?

Lando: I’n a bit drunk hahaha

You giggle at his misspelt messages and type up a quick reply as you tug on a sweatshirt and sweatpants.

You: Yeah, where are you?

Lando: You jnow the club with the huge dj table? The one I love?

You: Be there in 10.

Lando: thank youuuuu ❤️

It’s a little silly how a red heart emoji is making you blush. Lando’s always been affectionate over text and in real life, so it's really nothing new. But, what definitely is new, are the feelings you have for him.

It took you three years of friendship to realise that Lando makes you feel happier and more loved than any of your ex-boyfriends ever did. He was there for you during all the break-ups and comforted you by delivering roses to your house every week. And he still does.

You look over at this week’s bouquet of roses on the bedside table of the hotel and smile at the note. ‘Much love, Lando.’ It reads, with the sloppiest yet cutest heart you could imagine drawn underneath it.

Lando’s always been affectionate, but maybe more so when it comes to you.

Everyone else on the grid noticed the way he looked at you and he never denied it when they asked if he liked you more than just a friend. You’d sit in a corner of the garage, tucked away from all the chaos of the mechanics and the roaring engines, but you’d still watch the races intensely. And, he’d be lying if he said that he wasn't doing better with you there.

When you’re on the paddock, it's almost like you’re Lando’s good luck charm. He ends up getting high spots on the pole each time you join him on the races and watch from the side. Or maybe it was the thought that when he finished the races, you'd be there waiting for him with your arms wide open to embrace him in a hug that felt like it wasn't platonic at all. Neither of you are sure if it was.

The cold night air hits your cheeks as soon as you leave your car. Maybe it wasn't the best decision to wear sweats to a club, but it's not like you’d be there for long. You text Lando that you’re there and wait for him to read the message, but he doesn't. You text Oscar, he replies in an instant.

You: Hey, are you at the club with Lando?

Oscar: Yes, he’s been whining for you. Are you here?

You: Yeah, I’m outside the club actually. Could you please ask him to come outside?

Oscar: Give him 5 minutes to gather his stuff.

You: Alright, thank you.

You nervously clutch your phone in your hand as you lean against your car. Something feels different about tonight. Sure, you were at the race and saw him kick ass out there. Maybe it was the fact that he placed fifth and was beating himself up for it.

Back at the hotel, before he left for the club, he was ranting to you about everything he could’ve done differently.

“I’m stupid,” he sighed, sitting down on the bed next to you and placing his head in his hands. “Could’ve been P3.”

“Hey,” you softly caressed his back as you spoke. “You were amazing out there, truly. It wouldn't take a genius to notice the potential you have. This year just wasn't your year, you’ll do better next season.”

By the end of your speech, Lando had pulled you into his lap and softly caressed your hair as you played with his. “You’re right.” He smiled, fondly. “I’ll do better next season, because I have such an amazing girl like you by my side, hm?” He softly caressed your cheek and you nodded, smiling at him.

Your thoughts get cut off by the sound of Lando and Oscar talking as they leave the club. “Mate, I’m fineeee,” you heard Lando speak. He had an arm around Oscar’s shoulders to keep steady, yet was practically carried by Oscar the whole time.

“No, you’re not, you can barely walk.” You see Oscar roll his eyes as he helps Lando get to you. When Lando’s glossy eyes land on you, he grins.

“Y/N!” He exclaims, wrapping his arms around you. You reciprocate the hug, wrapping your arms around his neck and inhaling the familiar scent of your best friend. As intoxicating as it is, you manage to pull away slightly. “Why didn't you come inside? Max was downing shots like craaaazyyyyy”

“Maybe next time,” you laugh.

Lando pulls away and turns to Oscar. “This guy,” he points to him, causing a confused look on Oscar’s face. “He’s the real champ.” Lando laughs, wobbling over to Oscar. “Great job, mate. I’m very jealous and upset, but you did so great.”

“You also did really great, Lando.” Oscar smiles at Lando, “McLaren said you’ve had a great impact on the team.”

“Aw, really?” Lando grins and it warms your heart. “That’s so sweet. Listen, I will catch you later, I got a pretty girl I gotta get to, alright?”

Oscar nods and locks eyes with you, noticing the slight blush on your face at Lando’s words. “Alright, mate. Night.” He says to the both of you.

“Night, Oscar,” you and Lando reply in union and he laughs. You open the passenger door for him and he gets in, but instead of buckling up, he just sits there. “Buckle up, Lan.”

“Sleepy,” is all he says. You roll your eyes and smile at his laziness before reaching over and buckling him up. You have to try your best and ignore how his face is so close to your neck, and how you’re so close to his neck. The button-up he wore today was half-way to being fully unbuttoned and the mere glimpse of his exposed chest made you weak in the knees. “You smell nice.”

“Thanks, Lan.” You smile and start the car, driving back towards the hotel. There’s an unexpected silence in the car and you can feel Lando’s gaze on you. After looking at the rear-view mirror and seeing just how red he made you, you pray he’s too drunk to tell.

You feel his gentle tug on the sleeve of your sweatshirt. “This mine?”

You look down and realise you did, in fact, put on Lando’s sweatshirt instead of your own. “Oh, shit. Yeah, sorry. Probably mixed yours up with mine.”

“No, it's alright,” he hums. “Looks better on you. I like you in my clothes.”

You’re sure that if Lando wasn't wasted right now, he’d be giving you so much shit for being a flustered mess. But you can't help it when he’s being so sweet to you.

The hotel comes into view and you look over at Lando. He was already looking at you. “We’re here.”

He unfastens his seatbelt and opens the door, before making his way around the car to open your door. Even though he’s drunk, he remembers the little things he does for you. You’ve told him multiple times that he doesn't have to do that, you’re fully capable of opening your own door, but he persists.

Lando’s hand reaches out to help you get out of the car and the warmth of his palm in yours sends sparks through your body. He seems to notice it, but says nothing about it. Yet you notice the slight smirk on his face.

He seems to be less drunk than when he was with Oscar. He walks just fine without needing to support himself on you, but regardless, he wraps an arm around your waist and leads you into the hotel.

“Don’t you need help walking?” You laugh, slightly, as you remind him of what he was like only ten minutes ago.

“Nope,” Lando shrugs, reciprocating the smile on your lips. “Had to pretend to be very wasted so I’d have a reason to leave. I’m still a little tipsy, though.”

“And Oscar bought it?”

Lando can't help but laugh at the memory of Oscar practically dragging him out of the club. “Yeah, apparently he’s very gullible.”

You smile, looking at Lando’s face and studying every feature. The moles on his cheek and neck have always been your favourite feature of his. You love drawing shapes on his skin, as if you were connecting the dots. And that smile of his... The sight of it made you melt.

The elevator dings at your floor and Lando leads both of you towards your room. For some reason, you grow nervous. You’re nervous that this affection won’t be there when he sobers up in the morning, so you’re dreading every second until you go to sleep.

“Did you like the roses?” He asks, setting his stuff down on his bedside table.

You look over at him and smile. “Loved them. Thank you.”

“No need,” he’s quick to shut down your thanks. “I told you, you deserve it.”

“Yeah, but you’ve been sending me roses every week for months now,” you tug off your sweatshirt and get dressed for bed. Lando watches. “I don't do things like that for you, it makes me feel like it's unfair.”

“It's not unfair,” he lays down in the bed, watching as you carefully take off his sweats and place them in your suitcase. “It’s what friends do.”

“Is it?” You ask with a small smirk, getting into the bed. “Do friends also share a bed?”

“If it's cheaper, yeah.” He references the prices of the hotel and how expensive it would’ve been if you had gotten a room with two beds instead of one.

You look at him with a soft smile. “You’re rich enough to afford a bigger hotel room.”

“Are you complaining about sharing a bed?” Lando raises a brow, playfully. You shake your head. “Alright, then come here,” he raises his arm and invites you to cuddle with him. Again, not the first time you’ve done that, but something about this time feels different.

There’s something different about you when you lay your head on his chest and something different about him when he wraps his arm around you. It’s a lot more gentle. Maybe more loving?

Lando wonders the same. “Do you think friends cuddle?”

You can tell it's his tipsiness talking, but still, you reply. “Yeah, all the time.”

You feel his chest rise with a sigh. Lando’s not sure what he wants you to say. Maybe he’s looking for a reason not to be platonic with you. Maybe he’s looking for things that you two do that aren't considered platonic. Though, many would consider this not platonic. The way he’s wrapped around you is incredibly loving, if anything.

Neither of you are sure when you started doing not-so-platonic platonic things, but you’ve been enjoying it. The occasional nicknames, forehead kisses, hugs that last longer than they should, cuddles, longing stares across a crowded room.

Somehow, you always manage to find each other, even in a sea of others.

“Lando,” you look up at him and notice he was already looking at you. You’re not sure what you want to say to him. There’s so much to say, yet so little comes to mind. One look at him and all your thoughts, even the most coherent ones, become a jumbled mess.

Lando presses a kiss into your hairline. “Hm?”

You don't answer for a while. The hand that was resting draped across his torso slowly trails up to his jaw. Your fingers trace his jawbone and trail up to his moles, playing connect the dots with each and every one of them. Lando’s breathing became more jagged when your thumb traced his bottom lip.

As your hand cups the right side of his jaw, you ask.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please.”

That’s all that it took. The soft plea that left Lando’s soft lips urged you to gently place your own against his. You don't move at first. He doesn't either. Your lips stay touching but neither of you move, either too scared of being pushy or too scared to take it too far.

Lando’s the first one to initiate any movement. His lips start moving against yours and your lips copy. It doesn't take long for you to find a good rhythm. Everyone always says you two were made for each other, and this was the moment you realised it’s true.

Your fingers tangle in his hair and his hands travel to your waist. There’s nothing awkward about this, you somehow already know what to do and how to act in a way that’s far from your usual ‘platonic’ acts.

When you softly tug on his hair as you deepen the kiss, Lando whimpers into your mouth and it might be your favourite sound. “Touch me,” he says, under his breath.

Your hand trails down from his hair, down his back, making sure to softly caress it as it reaches the hemline of his boxers. Your hand softly runs over his side, making his skin erupt in goosebumps. “Still ticklish, Norris?” You smile against his lips.

“Mhm,” he replies, his hands pulling your hips to roll against his. You feel his erection pressing onto your pelvis, making the ache in the pit of your stomach worse. “Now stop teasing me.”

The hunger in his voice makes you quicken your movements. You place your hand over his clothed erection and when you wrap your hand around it, a small moan leaves his lips. You’ve barely touched him, yet he’s a moaning mess in your hands.

Your lips press onto his harsher as you begin palming him through his boxers. There’s barely any stimulation happening to his cock, but the mere thought of you being the one to touch him like this, makes him more sensitive to any kind of physical contact with you. He wants to savour and feel every last ounce of your attention tonight, because he’s not sure what this means for your friendship afterwards.

You wrap your hand around his cock and apply some pressure when you stroke him. He’s a moaning mess, softly whimpering as you bite his bottom lip. It takes a few more strokes until you can tell he’s close, so you pull away.

Lando’s confused eyes lock with yours only to realise you’re unclasping your bra and tugging off your panties. He does the same and drops his boxers on the floor, his erection hitting his abdomen with a soft slap. It’s almost like Lando can read your mind when he lays on his back and places his hands on your waist as you sit on his thighs, not daring to take him.

“You scared?” He asks, softly. You knew he had some length, but it didn't seem that long through swimming trunks or boxers. Not to mention the intimidating combo of length and girth Lando seems to be blessed with. When you nod, he slowly flips you over to lay on your back. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

He places a small kiss on your forehead and you feel his hand reaching down to your pussy, a finger slipping between the folds. “So wet for me.” Lando mumbles against your lips. You feel him lining the tip up with your entrance, but he doesn't move it past that.

Lando keeps it there as he softly kisses you, his lips trailing your jaw, neck, collarbone. He leaves small bites and hickeys, earning enough moans from you to last him months of remembering this moment for when he needs you again.

When you whimper into Lando’s mouth, your hips jolting closer to what you want, Lando smirks. “You want it, hm? You want me to fuck you dumb, pretty girl?”

“Mhm,” you mumble against his lips. “Please.”

You feel him pushing his cock into you, the size of it stretching your walls in a way you couldn't have ever imagined. A slow moan leaves your lips and he’s only halfway in.

“Taking me so well, aren't you?” He kisses your neck, licking a spot before softly sinking his teeth into your tender skin. It hurts but fuck, does it feel good. Lando pushes his whole length into you with a short thrust and you gasp at the sudden feeling of him hitting your cervix.

“Lando,” you call out when he slowly pulls out and slowly thrusts back in. “Fuck.”

“You can take it, baby,” he mumbles against your lips, as he pulls out slowly again. This time, his thrust is more aggressive. You feel him slowly speeding up, your moans only increasing in frequency. The shape of his cock and the way he stretches your walls makes your mind go dizzy.

Lando trails kisses down your chest, placing as many hickeys as possible. He wants to make sure you remember tonight. He wants to make sure both of you have a reminder of what happened for days to come.

“Such a good girl,” he lowly hums into your neck, resting his head against your shoulder as his tongue swirls and licks the skin between your collar and jaw. “Pretty pussy all stretched out for me.”

“Fuck,” you squeeze your eyelids shut at the new feeling Lando praising you.

“You like that?” He smirks against your jaw. “Does my pretty girl like praise?”

“Say that again,” you urge him, your hands frantically moving from his hair to his jaw to pull him in for a sloppy kiss. “Tell me I’m yours.”

“You’re mine, baby,” he kisses your lips, his thrusts beginning to turn sloppy. “All mine.”

“All yours,” you affirm against his lips, feeling your own orgasm approaching. “Fuck, Lando. Keep going.”

“You gonna come for me, huh, baby?” He says between his strained moans, his hips slapping against yours as both of you nearing your highs. “C’mon.”

“I’m about to-” your sentence is cut off by a loud moan when Lando’s hand slips between your bodies to find your clit. He starts rubbing the throbbing bud in circles, applying pressure from time to time.

“I’m right there with you, baby, let go.” He kisses you again and again, slowly slipping away to nuzzle his head into your shoulder when both of you moan in pleasure. You feel his warmth spread inside you and he’s sure he’s never felt anything like this before.

He thrusts the cum into you before pulling out and flopping on his back. Both of you are a sweaty mess, still kissing. After a short while, Lando gets up to go get a towel and clean both of you up, and you change the sheets before laying back down.

“So…” your head rests on his chest when you begin to talk. You look up at him, worry slowly filling up your system.. “Still glad you left the party?”

Lando laughs. “There's no place I’d rather be.”

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finnsbubblegum · 1 year

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Playing House (Joel Miller X Reader)

Pairing: no-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, sweet joel, domestic joel, rom-com

Summary (Series): reader as Joel’s neighbor. Joel’s wife left him so Joel asked his neighbor for help in babysitting Sarah.

Summary: Zoo date with Joel and baby Sarah ended up in agreement to play house? What more could you ask for?

Words count: 1.7k

A/N: I’m trying to make this as a rom-com, hope you like my new series! This is part 3 of Where It All Starts. But it can also be read as a standalone. I'm beyond happy that many of you liked it so I hope you enjoy the next parts. Stay tuned and love you!

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It had already been a month since you babysat Sarah and you got closer to Joel. You spent almost every dinner with him. You even spent your weekends with him and baby Sarah. Joel and you probably even attached to each other at this point.

“We’re going to the zoo, yayy!!” You extended your hand to the back seat hyping up Sarah who was sitting in the baby car seat.

“You excited, babygirl?” Joel turned his head to look at Sarah before he drove.

*Sarah giggled*

“She’s definitely excited.” You laughed and looked at Joel.

“Seatbelt?” Joel reminded you.

“Right.” You grabbed the seatbelt and wore it.

“Okay. Done.” You told Joel.

“Alright. Let’s go.” Joel put his hands on the steering wheel and drove to the zoo.

At the zoo

“There’s so many people here.” You said as you cradled Sarah on your chest while waiting for Joel who was setting up the baby stroller.

“Maybe because it's the weekend?” Joel shrugged.

“Yeah.” You nodded and looked around.

“Ready?” Joel asked as he put the baby bag on his shoulder and held the baby stroller.

“She’s sleeping? Want to put her here?” Joel offered to put Sarah in the stroller.

“I’ll hold her for a while.”

Joel went to buy the tickets while you sat on the bench with Sarah. She slept so soundly so you decided to put her in the stroller.

“You got it?” You stood up as Joel was walking towards you.

“Yep.” Joel pushed the baby stroller and walked to the entrance with you.

It had been a while since the last time you went to the zoo so you got excited. You remembered when you were a kid you went to the zoo with your parents almost every month. You loved animals so you always asked your dad to bring you to the zoo.

“I missed this feeling.”

“Going to the zoo?” Joel raised his eyebrows.

“Yeah, I used to go to the zoo every month with my family.” You chuckled.

“Glad I asked you to come.” Joel smiled.

“Thanks, Joel. I feel like a kid again.” You stroked his muscly upper arm.

“You’re welcome.”

*Baby Sarah babbled*

“Someone is awake.” You walked forward and crouched to see Sarah.

Joel stopped and crouched beside you.

“Hey, babygirl. You want to see around?” He caressed Sarah’s cheek with his index finger.

*Sarah giggled*

Joel lifted Sarah from the stroller and carried her with one arm while the other arm pushed the stroller.

“Give me the bag. I’ll carry it.” You wanted to help.

“No, no. It’s heavy.” Joel refused.

“Why don’t we put it in the stroller?” You suggested.

“Oh, yeah. Right.” You took the bag from Joel’s shoulder and put it in the empty stroller.

*Saw a lion*

“There! Look sweetie, it’s a lion.” You pointed at the lion. Joel turned Sarah so she could see.

“Roaarr..” You roared and made a claw gesture to Sarah.

She just stared at you confused.

“She has no idea what you’re doin’.” Joel laughed.

“Yep. She didn’t even flinch.” You laughed.

“We should bring her back here again when she’s bigger. I’m sure she won’t remember today.” Joel added.

Joel froze for a second. He thought to himself, “I did not just say that.”. He was embarrassed with the words he just said. Did he just ask you to come to the zoo with him and Sarah a few years in the future? Did he just include you in his future? He was flustered but he had to act cool.

“Yes, she’s too small to remember. But she looks happy now.” You stroked Sarah’s head who was resting on Joel’s chest.

“I haven’t seen monkeys. Where’s the monkeys?” Joel tried to change the topic.

“Wait. Let’s see the map.” You looked at the map and found where the monkeys were.

“Here.” You pointed at the location and guided the way.

You and Joel walked around the zoo and enjoyed the moment. You introduced various animals to baby Sarah even though you know she didn’t understand and she wouldn’t remember it. But it was fun and important to interact with the baby so you did it anyway. Joel also interacted with Sarah, he made animals sound to her and you laughed at him.

The day at the zoo was really fun. And you couldn’t stop thinking about what the waitress from the Mexican place said. She said that the three of you looked really cute as a family and even said you two made a beautiful baby?! You actually got butterflies when you heard that. You had always liked playing house when you were a kid so you enjoyed this moment with Joel and baby Sarah. You felt like you were spending your weekend with your family with a husband and a baby daughter. It felt real and you liked it. You wondered what other people thought when they saw the three of you. Did they see you and Joel as a married couple with a baby? The thought itself made you giggle but you tried your best to hide it. For a moment, you forgot that you weren’t ready to commit to a relationship.

“Do you want to sit for a while and get somethin’ to eat?” Joel pointed to an empty seat and table.

“Yeah, I’m kinda hungry.” You put your hand to your stomach.

“Sit here.” Joel dragged the chair for you to sit.

You moved the baby bag from the stroller and Joel put Sarah in the stroller.

“Hot dog?” Joel asked.

“Yeah, anything.” You nodded.

“Okay, wait here.” Joel nodded and walked away to buy hot dogs.

While waiting for Joel, you pushed the stroller back and forth so Sarah could sleep.

“Here.” Joel passed you the hot dog.

“Thank you.” You grab a bite to the hot dog.

Joel and you talked as you ate. Joel suggested that you sit for a while and rest.

“Joel..”

“Yeah?”

“Do you remember the last time we met my ex that morning months ago? I haven’t talked to you about it..I-uh-I’m sorry I let him believe we were married. I just-I just want him to believe I’m happy without him. I mean I am happy. I’m sure you heard me that day. Well, long story short, he cheated on me. So I hate him so much.” You rolled your eyes as you tried to open up to him.

“I totally understand. You don’t have to apologize. He’s a jerk. Let him believe we’re married, I’m your husband, that’s okay, as long as I can help you.” Joel’s words touched your heart. How could a man be this sweet?

“Thank you, Joel.”

“I-uh-I also haven’t told you about Sarah’s mom.”

“Wait, I have a confession to make.” You stopped Joel.

“Confession?” Joel raised his eyebrows.

“I actually overheard you and Sarah’s mom on the night she left.” You confessed.

“Oh..Yeah so she left us. We had a shotgun wedding and she decided to leave 3 months after Sarah was born. Said we’re not meant to be together. Doesn’t want a baby and everythin’.” He sighed.

“You deserve better, Joel.” You put your hand on top of his.

“Thank you.” He smiled at you.

“You know what? Should we keep doing this?” You lightened up the mood.

“Do what?” Joel was confused.

“This. Us playing house.” You pointed at him and yourself back to back.

Joel raised his eyebrows, pouted his lips and nodded.

“Should we make a contract?” You joked.

“Contract? I don’t follow.” Joel rested his chin on his palm.

“You know. Like in movies where they make contracts for fake relationships and stuff.” You explained. Joel nodded as he listened to you trying to digest what you were saying.

“At least we could do it in front of our exes. You did that for me. I’ll do that for you too if you want me to.”

“That sounds fun.” Joel was interested in your proposal.

“So should we write a contract now?” Joel asked.

“No, no. I was just joking. How about just a verbal pact?” You laughed.

“Deal.” He stretched his hand to you to shake your hand.

“Alright, Mr. Miller. Deal.” You shook his hand.

*baby cries*

“Time to eat.” You laughed.

Joel took the baby bottle from the baby bag and put Sarah in his arms to feed her.

“You hungry, huh?” Joel looked at Sarah as he fed her.

After Joel fed her, he stood up and put Sarah facing away from him to help her burp.

“Can I do it?” You offered.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to.”

“I want to.” You insisted.

Joel passed Sarah to you and you placed Sarah on your chest facing back. You supported her chin on your shoulder and gently patted her back. After one or two minutes, she let out a burp.

“Good girl.” You chuckled.

“Oh!” You suddenly felt damp on your shoulder.

You turned away to show your back to Joel.

“Is there something on my back?” You asked Joel.

“Uhm..Yes..” Joel didn’t know what to say.

“What is it?” You panicked.

“I think Sarah just dribbled some milk on you.” Joel rubbed his mouth.

“Uh-oh.” You put Sarah back to the stroller and tried to look at your back.

Joel quickly got some tissue and helped you wiped the milk on your shoulder and hair.

“Here. Why don’t you change into this?” He took off his outer flannel shirt and gave it to you. He was now wearing only a white shirt.

“Thank you.” You went to the restroom to change and went back to him and Sarah.

“It looks like I’m wearing a dress.” You chuckled.

“You look cute.” Joel praised you but his voice was so small.

He didn’t want you to hear him. You heard him anyway but you acted like you didn’t. In fact, you were blushing. You and Joel continued wandering around the zoo, joking and laughing until the zoo closed then you went home.

“Today was fun.” Joel said as he parked the car in the driveway.

“I had a great time. Thank you.” You reached his hand and gave a slight touch.

“She’s sleeping.” You whispered as you looked at baby Sarah in the back seat.

“We gotta keep quiet.” Joel whispered and chuckled.

“I’ll wash your shirt and give you back tomorrow?” You pinched the shirt.

“Don’t worry about that.”

You went home smelling Joel’s shirt and giggled. His woody, musky, masculine smell gives you comfort and you wished you could keep it. But you had to give it back so you gave it a last smell before you put it in your washing machine and got back to reality.

To be continued…

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ryuwonieebae · 9 months

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𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓

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𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐒 (에스쿱스), Imagines, One-shot

Genre : fluff, romance

Pairing : Dad!Seungcheol x fem!reader

Warning : use of pet names, Scoups is scared of y/n!

A/n : This fanfiction is purely based on my imagination only. It's totally fictional. I hope this is good enough to make you guys happy. I'm still learning to write creatively. Thank you for supporting me. It means a lot to me. Thanks to my besties too<3...

When you thought that your daughter is a soft girl but boy she proved you wrong...

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"Mommy! mommy!" your 5-year-old daughter came running excitedly while calling out to you. Her excitement made you curious. With her tiny steps, and her dimple smile which she inherited from her dad, she looked even more adorable.

"Slow down, sweetheart. You might fall" you said in your most calming tone, slowly crouching down to her height.

"It doesn't matter. But what matters now is that I punched a boy!" she stated while giving you an innocent smile while your jaw dropped.

"You did what!? Choi Seung-hee! It's not–"

"Before you scold me listen to the story. So, actually what happened was (a huge sigh). I-was-minding-my-own-business-when-that-kid-came-and-started-teasing-me-and-it-made-me-angry-an–"

"Okay okay enough, I got the point but still punching someone isn't a good deed, right"

Seunghee nodded

"What if he tells about it to his parents? You might get scolded, sweetheart" even though you were disappointed, you couldn't be mad at your daughter. After all, she's just 5.

"Don't worry, mommy. I blackmailed him by saying that I'll will smack him again and again if he told about it to anyone" that's when you realised who could be behind this drama.

"You know what? Go to your room, dear. I'll talk to you later" with a reassuring smile, you sent your daughter back to her bedroom.

[FLASHBACK]

"Yah! YOU! ASPARAGUSEU! How DARE you touch my book!?

"I just touched it! You shorty!"

"You touched it!" you hit his head so hard that he felt like the whole world started to spin. Anger took over 10-year-old Seungcheol as he pulled 8-year-old y/n's braid causing her to flinch. You roared and pulled his short hair back which ended up being a big fight for no reason.

The front door opened revealing excited Seungcheol with two bouquets, one larger than the other filled with colourful roses and chocolates while the other one was decorated with baby breaths and a cute teddy bear.

Seunghee ran towards him with a wide grin, showing off her dimple. Seungcheol dropped his things and carefully placed the bouquets on the ground while crouching as soon as he saw his adorable daughter heading towards him. He scooped his daughter and embraced her, placing kisses all over her face.

Seunghee giggled and whispered something in Seungcheol's ear which he responded by nodding his head. He carefully put his daughter as if she's fragile. He made a shushing sound cutely and tiptoed into the house like a pro thief with his daughter following her dad's act.

"CHOI SEUNGCHEOL... "

Seungcheol stopped in his tracks and turned around only to catch the sight of you shooting death glares at him. He was panicking but managed to form a fake smile.

"I need an explanation" shiver ran down his spine at your demanding tone. No one would've expected the most fearsome person to be scared of his wife. Seunghee sprinted away while Seungcheol went after his precious wife.

"Explain"

"Babe, Seunghee told me that a kid is teasing her. I don't want our daughter to be bullied so"

"So?"

"I'm the one who told her to punch the boy"

"Do know how problematic and spoiled she could become if you kept telling her to hit kids and spoiling her. I wonder if she has anger issues at this age"

"I know but don't you think she has to know how to protect herself and about her anger, I don't think you need an explanation. We're her parents after all"

"She's just a kid, Cheol. Plus, as her parents we should take proper action by telling to the teacher not influencing her to hit someone"

Seungcheol took hold of your hand and made you sit on the soft bed when he noticed how much you were getting stressed. He slowly caressed your hand leisurely and pestered a kiss on your temple, washing away all your stress.

"I'm sorry, okay? Don't forget that we also used to be like this when we were her age"

Seungcheol apologised sincerely and fondled your 7-month belly delicately.

"You shouldn't be stressed, remember? It's not good for our baby"

"Sometimes I indeed wanna punch your papa but I'm afraid that his charming visuals will be ruined. Life is cruel isn't it?" you questioned your unborn baby who had no idea what was going on.

"Look who's speaking about cruelty" Seungcheol rolled his eyes in a teasing way only to earn a hard smack from you.

"Okay okay calm down my raging wife" he uttered while patting your head, embracing you, and planting butterfly kisses on your neck and your belly. You tittered stroking Seungcheol's blonde hair knowing how your unborn baby will grow up having a big sister like Seunghee.

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@roosterforme I want Rooster and "you're jealous, aren't you?"

Anything for you, lovely!!

Disclaimer: of course this turned into smutty filth!! 18+ only. Minors dni!!

Warnings: afab!reader, cunnilingus, face sitting, mentions of sex and the ER lmao. This is silly and hopefully a little hot too!

Sitting cross-legged across from each other in the small blanket fort you’d made with Bradley, you giggled at his sour expression. The two of you had been having a cozy night in in your new house together. One of the perks of the new house was the beautiful fireplace that was now lit, illuminating Bradley’s beautiful tan skin - his cheeks flushed red from the warmth. He looked gorgeous, but the look on his face made you full on laugh as the corners of his lips turned down further - almost forming a sulky little pout.

“Rooster, baby… come on!” You giggled, and he furrowed his brows a little. “You’re not mad, are you?” You tried again as he stayed silent. He looked down, shaking his head, fiddling with his fingers as he avoided your gaze. The two of you had felt silly and had decided to do a little childish round of “never have I ever”, and seeing as Bradley’s mind was constantly in the gutter, he’d asked you a dirty question.

What he hadn’t expected was for you to take a long sip of your wine, a smirk blossoming on your lovely lips. He’d looked shocked, his jaw dropping before he started looking like a hurt little puppy.

“Oh god, you’re jealous, aren’t you?” You laughed in disbelief.

“Of fucking course I am!! You just told me you’d ridden someone’s face when you refuse to do it to me!” He whined, sulkily putting his chin in his hands, resting his elbows on his thighs.

“But you have such a pretty face baby, I don’t want to crush it!” You tried to keep a straight face, only letting a smile quiver on your lips.

“Do I not give good enough head?” He asked. Oh wow, he was actually hurt. You didn’t see that coming. “Of course not! It’s just that the last time I did that— well, it got a little out of hand” you tried to not go into too much details about your unfortunate trip to the ER with an ex.

“You’re not helping,” Rooster groaned, throwing his head back in exasperation, the veins in his thick neck tantalising you as he groaned.

“Baby, do you really want to know?” it was so ridiculous, the whole thing. Why couldn’t he be content with eating your pussy like a normal person would?! “Yes!” He exclaimed, startling you.

“Alright, if you have to know - the last time I rode someone’s face, it was so good - I came like 5 times and I got carried away and suddenly we heard a little crack, and she told me to get off cause her neck hurt, and she had to go to the ER okay. She got a fucking crack in her neck! From eating pussy!” you were gesticulating wildly, trying to make him see how absolutely ridiculous this whole conversation was.

Rooster blinked slowly at you, before he too broke down in roaring laughter, tears sliding down his cheeks as he reached for you, cradling you in his arms - where you felt his chest rumble and shake from laughter. You smiled, nuzzling your face into his neck, placing soft kisses all over the exposed, warm skin.

“You understand why I don’t wanna ruin this pretty neck now?” You joked, smiling against his throat.

Bradley groaned at the feeling of your lips on his neck, and he chuckled as he said “oh, god, but what a good way to go huh? Doing something you love,” looking up at him, you could see him smirk, his fingers tracing your bare arms lovingly.

You patted his chest consolingly, before saying “you give amazing head, Bradley, don’t you worry about that” you started to giggle, but it was cut short by the feeling of Roosters lips against your own neck, his right hand slipping into your lace underwear. “R-Roos…” you mumbled, hearing his mumbled ‘yes’ from where he was sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck.

“That feels so good,” you sighed, relaxing your body as it melded into his. His talented fingers had found your clit, where he lazily drew tiny circles, smirking when the first whine of yours were torn from your lips.

“Already so wet for me,” he mumbled, his fingers gliding down to tease your entrance. Your breath hitched as you felt two of his long fingers enter you, slowly pumping into you, curling slightly to hit that delicious spot inside you that nearly had you purring with pleasure for him.

“C’mon, baby girl. Please sit on my face?” Bradley murmured in your ear as his thumb ghosted over your clit, his other hand palming are one of your breasts, his fingers sporadically pinched and teased your nipple. God, he sounded so needy - something you hadn’t heard before, and it ignited something deep in your core. It made you let out a long moan, hearing him so desperate to have you riding his face. Words had momentarily escaped you, his fingers much too distracting to do anything but whimper and nod.

“That’s my good girl,” Bradley purred in your ear, helping you turn around, slowly hooking his fingers beneath your lace underwear, slowly dragging them down your thighs, looking at you with lustfilled eyes. “This will have to go too. Want to see those pretty titties bounce as you ride me.” He mumbled as he lifted your shirt up over your head.

He laid down, a smirk on his lips as he beckoned you closer with his two wet fingers. You whined softly at the sight and he chuckled “c’mere baby, I’ll take such good care of you,” he cooed and you immediately obeyed, gingerly placing your knees on either side of his face. Rooster let out a guttural groan “Fuck, so pretty,” his tongue licked a wide, long, stroke through your slit and you couldn’t help the moan that was drawn from your lips.

“C’mon, babe, make yourself comfortable…” Rooster mumbled as you hovered over his eager mouth. You gingerly lowered yourself onto his mouth, and Bradley moaned so loud you thought the neighbours might hear. His tongue danced over your clit momentarily, before it delved deep in to your core. You were panting, whining and moaning as he fucked you with his tongue, his nose and moustache deliciously dragging against your clit as he moved his mouth on you. His hands had come to rest on your thighs and ass, subtly encouraging you to rock against his working tongue, only intensifying your pleasure.

“Ohh, f-fuck Bradley” you cried out, your hand finally taking a hard grip on his hair. You heard Bradley groan beneath you as he managed to mumble out a strained “fuck yes,” you were now grinding your hips down on Bradley’s mouth fervently, whimpering as he sucked and licked at your wet core. You could feel your orgasm building rapidly, Roosters tongue turning you into a mess in record time.

“Oh god, Bradley, I’m gonna cum so hard on your face” you moaned loudly, leaning back a little to give him more space to fuck his talented tongue into you deeper and harder. Your high pitched moans and whimpers came more frequently as you chased your high “oh god, fuck, please cum all over me, pretty girl,” Rooster moaned just as he nudged your clit with his nose as you felt the tight coil deep in the pit of your core snap - a blinding orgasm racking your body, making you convulse slightly against Bradley’s mouth.

You were so out of it, riding him through your orgasm that you hadn’t heard or felt the guttural, deep moan that rumbled through Roosters chest as he saw and felt you cum on his tongue. As you caught your breath, you looked down worried

“Are you okay?” You eased up from him, sliding down his body so you were straddling his stomach instead.

“Baby… I’m so fucking good,” he looked slightly abashed. You furrowed your brows in confusion.

“What’s wrong?” You asked as you climbed off of him. He bit his lower lip with a sheepish smile “I might’ve enjoyed that as much as you did,” he confessed, and as you looked down - you could see a large wet stain on his light coloured sweatpants.

“Oh god, you came from eating me out?!“ you almost moaned again. That was so fucking hot. He seemed embarrassed as he scratched the back of his neck, before he nodded. You moaned as you pounced on him again.

“Fuck, we’re doing that again,” you mumbled, tasting yourself on his lips.

#Bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster x reader #bradley bradashaw fic #Bradley bradshaw smut #300 celly #thank you em!!#smut

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that-struggling-writer-lh · 1 month

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A Flower For Every Secret Ch 5. Carnation -

No proofreading, this was a monster chapter to write, and a lot of filler for the next. Busy with a lot of stuff this week. OC is sort of a self insert here?

WARNINGS : MINORS DNI. mentions of intimate partner violence, brief joke about pew pews, alcohol consumption.

Word Count: 5652

“Who was that guy you brought to Colleen’s wedding? Word around the office was that you were single, Carillo said he thought so, anyway. Said you weren’t sure if you’d even go without a date.” The question came from a well-known office busybody, Kelly, as she blew a big pink bubble with the gum in her mouth. I made a mental note to stop telling Carrillo, and anyone else for that matter, about my personal affairs on their stops to my desk on his way in and out of the building.

I felt the blush creep up regardless of trying to stay busy at my computer. Sunday, Joel and I had “coincidentally” bumped into each other grabbing our papers at the same time, it was hard to sleep at all with the lingering feelings of him on my brain and on my body. He had smiled warmly at me and we met each other at the mouth of each of our respective driveways, just friendly neighbors having a chat, thanking the other for the invitation to a colleagues wedding. Polite small-talk about the weather, the upcoming holiday, Sarah and her friends, who had spent everyday together by their pool, how I’m welcome over anytime.

“Joel is my neighbor.” I attempted to deadpan, clicking at the keys while reading written reports. Data transfer from the field gave me at least something to occupy my brain other than Joel.

She giggled and leaned over the glass separator, “He’s not like any of my neighbors. He’s handsome, huh?”

I let my fingers stall on my task and flicked my eyes up to her, “Well, he’s my neighbor. Lives across the street with his kid.” the mine, definitely holding a double-meaning.

She hummed in response, a curt, small noise, “Single dad, huh? Not my first choice, personally.” her gum snapped against her teeth.

“Kelly.” I started, signing out her name in exasperation, leaving a pause in the air, raising my eyebrows at her, “Why the sudden interest in my love life?”

She shrugged and chewed her gum loudly, “Just makin’ girl talk.”

I pursed my lips and closed the divider, effectively ending the conversation.

I heard her voice, muffled behind the thick glass, “It’s new, huh?” she was still smirking.

“Go away, Kelly.” I couldn’t hide the grin that spread slowly across my face, and she knew she won as she turned on her heels, clicking with every confident step she took.

I smoothed my pencil skirt and tucked my hair behind my ear before exhaling slowly and continuing on with my work. Reports weren’t going to file themselves.

The fourth of July, as Carol had told me from her garden beds in front of her house, always made the cul-de-sac pretty much packed from dawn well through the night. In the big turn-around at the end of the street, tables would be filled with food, drinks, desserts, ending with fireworks after the stars came out. With the holiday landing on Sunday this year, the only lull in the neighborhood would get would be when families disappeared for church early in the morning.

I spent all of Saturday baking dozens of cupcakes to bring to the turnaround, and decorating them simply with swirls of red, white and blue, topped with sprinkles in matching shades. The Texas heat made it impossible to be comfortable with the oven stuck at 320 degrees all day, even with the roaring sun it was cooler outside than in, chugging sweet iced tea in the shade of my small back porch was the only thing keeping me cool.

I kept my attire casual, a half up ponytail tied with a red bow, white shorts and a navy blue tank top. I surely did not want to stick out like a sore thumb amongst the patriotic neighbors. Joel had made no attempt to actually speak with me beyond small talk all week, and I was beginning to get frustrated. Though, in his defense, his truck would be gone before I left and after I returned from work most days. I’d been blaming it on him owning his own business. Trying not to pine after him pathetically.

I made the first trip down the street to deliver 2 dozen cupcakes to the party, happily exchanging pleasantries with a few neighbors before excusing myself to retrieve the rest when Sarah and her friend, Anna, nearly knocked me down while rushing by on bicycles. Sarah stopped dead in her tracks and looked at me apologetically, “Sorry, we’ll pay more attention next time.” she sucked in her breath.

“You’re okay, Sarah.” I waved the action off dismissively, “just be careful, I know there’s no car traffic tonight but there’s a lot of little kiddos around and older folk. You can’t be zipping through the crowd like that.”

“You’re right.” she sighed, rolling her eyes, “you sound like Dad, though.”

My heart lurched at the mention, “hey, where is your old man anyway?”

“Going to the store with Uncle Tommy.” She explained before Anna announced she was ready to go raid the appetizer table.

I made the second trip without so much as a howdy from anyone.

Walking back up the street the final time, I spied Tommy’s truck parked right next to Joel’s in his driveway, the brothers laughing together as they exited the house, Tommy’s arms full of paper bags nearly overflowing with food and drinks.

I tried to not notice how nice Joel looked in his ball cap and casual navy blue shirt. I just looked down at the pavement, folding my arms and walking up the driveway.

“Hold on, Tommy.” I heard his familiar drawl as I ascended the steps, “Hey, Sweetheart. Been meaning to catch you,” with the prying eyes of the neighborhood tucked away down the street, he had no problem gently taking my elbow in his hand to turn me towards him.

I furrowed my brows, “Oh, haven’t noticed.”

He scoffed a little, looking up the street to the busy party, the sun still about two hours from making its descent, “You free?”

“Just bringing cupcakes down to the party.”

“Okay.” his eyes flicked over my face, brows furrowed in concern as I popped the door open, entering the house, leaving the door open as an invitation for him to follow.

He tracked me through the living room and into the kitchen, where I handed him three clamshell cases of cupcakes and he stacked them up in his arms, “Make yourself useful, Miller.” I stated plainly, still having not looked at him properly.

“Hey… Sweetheart?” He seemed to chew on his question thoughtfully, not sure if he should speak or not.

I hummed in response, not trying to play cold, but trying not to seem like I’d been waiting on him all week.

“I’m real sorry I haven’t really reached out after… I’m not trying to… What do they call it these days… Ghost you.”

I snapped my eyes to his, waiting for him to finish, when he didn’t I shrugged, “I’m not obligated to your time, Joel. You have Sarah, your work. I was busy with work anyway. Had a lot of paperwork to do this week. You know, with the holiday. Wanted to make sure I had nothing they could call me into the station for.”

He nodded, sticking his tongue into his cheek, “I understand.”

“I suppose it’s partially my fault.” I rolled my shoulders back, straightening my posture, “We haven’t really swapped contact information, you know. Aside from the fact we could probably see into each other’s houses if we try hard enough.”

He stifled a chuckle, “Sure. My fault, too. You’re so close after Sarah’s asleep I could just.. Throw a stone over and hit your door. I just-well.” he sighed, I waited, my worried brow relaxing, “-It’s been a real long time since I’ve… Tried to get out there. In any real sense of that phrase. I mean, I’m no prude, but-”

I nodded in understanding, “I figured. When we first had that big conversation over dinner at my place. I could tell that… For you, Sarah holds all of the stars in her eyes. You’re a father first. Nobody else can matter like that.”

His eyes softened and he adjusted his weight on his feet, “Thank you.”

“We can take things slow, Joel. I won’t push. I don’t plan on pulling away, unless you want me to.”

I waited a few moments too long for his response, when none came I started toward the front door again, he hadn’t moved his feet from the spot in front of the fridge, “I meant it. Last week, when I said I would like you to come by again. Not have to rush like that. Maybe dinner with just me and Sarah.”

I turned toward him, his face had warmed with a pink flush, “For you? I’m free anytime after five, and weekends obviously.”

He exhaled like he’d been holding his breath and nodded, following me out of the house.

Joel and I walked down the street together this time, while he relayed a story about Tommy and his trip to the tiny market a few blocks away, how Tommy was almost denied being sold beer due to his expired license and a new cashier who had never met the pair who frequented the shop, how Joel had to swoop in and vouch, showing him the matching surname on his ID.

I giggled at his dramatic retelling as the noise of the neighborhood grew louder, until we joined the cliques of our little slice of the planet and Sarah found Joel, latching onto his waistline with her scrawny arms, begging him to let Anna sleepover just one more time this week, pretty, pretty please!.

He, of course, can never tell his sweet daughter no. So long as she sat and had dinner with the family, he turned to me after with a soft gaze and asked quietly, “Will you join us, too?”

I responded with a nod, trying to suppress the way my heart lurched at the offer, with all of the prying eyes of neighbors. It was another small step to be in public together.

Tommy and Maria were loading their paper plates with burgers and side dishes, Joel seamlessly falling into step behind, grabbing a plate for me as well, telling me to fill up on anything I wanted.

I accepted the offer gratefully and did the same as the others, anything that looked good landed a spot on my quickly piling plate, “Make sure you grab some of those cupcakes at the dessert table, she worked real hard on those, I’m sure.” he nudged my side with his elbow.

Maria had laid a blanket out on the grass, staking our claim to a patch of grass past the border of the sidewalk, in perfect view of where the firework display would be later.

I smiled shyly as we all settled onto the blanket, and Maria and I exchanged pleasantries. Sarah talked about how her summer break was going, how in five weeks she couldn’t believe she’d be forced back into a classroom. “Good, keep your brains from rotting out of your head.” Tommy said through a mouthful of food, “You crazy kids are always running around the neighborhood. About time you get back to routine.”

Joel nodded in agreement, “You can’t be a doctor without a good education, Sare-Bear.”

Sarah groaned as she stabbed some pasta salad onto a fork, “I don’t wanna be a doctor, Dad. That was so two years ago.”

“Well excuse me.” he drawled.

“You’re bright enough you can be anything you want, Baby.” Maria pointed her fork at the pre-teen girl that sat criss-cross at the edge of the blanket.

I nodded as well, but didn’t feel it was my place to add anything in. Sarah went on about her plans with Anna for the night, crafting new bracelets and watching a new movie her friend had picked up to rent earlier in the day.

After the meal, Joel and Tommy went to go search for more beer in the garage, leaving me with just Maria as Sarah quickly lent herself back to her group of friends.

Maria looked at me with a curious expression after we were left on our own, “How are things?” she glanced behind her shoulder at Joel’s form slowly shrinking around the crowd of neighbors, then back at me.

“I think okay.” I shrugged, “Slow moving, but that’s not a bad thing. Still just getting to know each other, I think.”

“He has a lot on his plate.” she nodded, “Always has.”

I nodded in understanding, sipping from a bottle of water, “It seems that way, he told me about how the whole… Dating thing just hasn’t really worked. Always busy with Sarah and work.”

She gave me a tight mouthed smile, “You’re not worried?”

“About?”

“How if things don’t work you own the house across from him? Might be awkward.”

I shook my head, “No.”

She let out a soft hum and I began picking at a hangnail I only just noticed on my thumb, “Would be hard for Sarah.”

It took a lot of strength not to roll my eyes, “All anyone ever talks about is Sarah… I know she’s his universe but… what about Joel? When does Joel get a say? When does Joel get to be happy? When does Joel get to relax, have fun? Sarah is a sweet, smart girl. You know that, everybody can see it.” I tried to keep my voice neutral, but it was impossible to keep the edge at bay, “Joel is kind. Hardworking, seems by all accounts I’ve witnessed honest, not to mention good looking. Sarah is first to everybody. We aren’t talking about marriage or anything, but Joel can be a priority just as much as Sarah can.”

Maria ticked her jaw to the side, “Tommy just said he’s been talking about you to him while on job sites, and I… I just worry-”

“Rightfully so. He and Sarah are lucky to have people who worry about him, but Sarah is also old enough to know the basics of how… things work in the adult world, I’m sure. I’m sure there’s been times she wanted a female influence that wasn’t her aunt, or her friends’ mothers. He and I are still… working things out, haven’t even been on a real date yet, unless you count the wedding. There’s no pressure here, but I do like him.”

She considered my words but didn’t respond, just looked to the side of us as Tommy and Joel’s cackling laughter could be heard, I turned to their direction with a smirk, watching Joel slap Tommy on the back, they had twin goofy grins on their faces and beers in their hands.

“Hey, Doll.” Joel greeted as he returned to his spot next to me, resting his hand on my thigh now that Sarah had gone off with her friends again.

“Hey, Joel.” I feigned a smile and turned my attention back to him.

With the brothers back, conversation flowed more organically, and Tommy and Maria both took the opportunity to get to know more about me. The small details about the town I had come from in New England, that Texas was a perfect reprieve from harsh winters and slow seasons. That I didn’t really have any family, and therefore nothing to lose with moving halfway across the country. I liked my quiet time, my books, baking, and a simple life.

Eventually Tommy and Maria were pulled off by a small group of their friends who had joined in, friends of friends of neighbors. It seemed the more drinks that flowed the more people showed up for the display.

Joel and I held down the fort - being Maria’s picnic blanket. Laying on our backs in an otherwise mostly unpopulated stretch of grass. The volume of the music had started increasing, as did the volume of everyone else's conversations.

“I’d like to take you out.” Joel interrupted a stretch of comfortable silence.

“Like, on a date or with a gun?” I joked.

He turned to face me with furrowed brows and a wicked smirk, “You think you’re real funny, huh? Course on a date.” he shook his head.

“Well,” I laughed, rolling onto my stomach to get closer to him, propping up my chin with my palm, “Just wanted to clarify, Miller.”

“Of course a date. A real date. Not a wedding, not dinner at each other’s house. You ‘n me. Restaurant or something. Figure out something else, too.”

I smiled and nodded in response, reaching over him to grab a neatly folded napkin leftover from dinner, “You have a pen?”

“I’m a contractor.” he smirked, digging into his front pocket, pulling out a pencil, pen and permanent marker.

“You just carry those around? All the time?”

He shrugged, “Would it turn you on if I said yes?”

I laughed and playfully pushed him back over before grabbing the pen from him and carefully writing my number on the flimsy paper, “Here you go.” I handed him the napkin and he studied it with a smirk.

“Not a fake one, I hope?”

“You know where to find me if it is, don’t you?”

He looked up to the sky, now seeming to burn with soft shades of pink and orange, “I suppose I do.”

I had figured we’d been in the clear, having avoided nosy Carol until this point, but a shadow soon obstructed the warmth the remains of the sun offered, “Hey, kids!” she announced herself.

Joel and I looked up in unison, “Hey Mrs. Johnson.” he greeted her for the both of us, “Enjoying the holiday?”

She nodded in answer, “Looks like you are, too.”

“It’s a beautiful day,” I smiled at our neighbor, “Nice to get everybody together. I meant to tell you, your carnations are looking gorgeous.”

She gave a genuine smile before answering, “Almost time to cut them down for bouquets. They’ll make someone happy, I’m sure, and make room in my garden for something else. Sweetheart, there’s some drinks over there, Greg set up a sort of bar with one of the tables. Makes a mean margarita.”

“Thank you, Carol.” I answered, “I might take you up on that offer, actually. Care to join me, Miller?” I stood and reached my hand down to help him up.

He grabbed my hand and stood with a groan, as we approached the table a dozen or so neighbors perched at, all giggling with drinks in their hands, Joel greeted Greg with a firm handshake, without even a hello, Greg started as if Joel had been in conversation the entire time, “Oh, Buddy, that work you did in my bathroom has held up beautifully. No issues still. Felt like I was constantly having to have things worked on in there.”

“Well, because I did it right, Greg.” Greg was probably twenty or thirty years our senior, with kind eyes, sparse hair and an affinity for parties from what I’d heard. Like many of my neighbors, so far, I’d only briefly met him in passing. I knew faces and names, but nothing of substance.

He poured into a shot glass and handed me the small cup of clear liquid, without so much of a greeting, “Here, Dollface, this is for you.”

“Thank you.” I nodded and let the feeling of straight vodka burn my throat. I shivered at the taste, immediately reminded of my too crazy freshman year of college.

“How are you liking the neighborhood now that you’re all settled?” Greg’s wife, Lisa asked from over the rim of a nearly empty cup.

“I love it, everyone has been so nice.” I smiled at the faces around the table.

“Good, not often we get new faces over on this end, especially young ones. All the young people are moving out, further into the city or leaving Texas entirely.”

A man hummed in response, nodding almost solemnly.

“I like it, it’s quiet. Working in the city is enough for me, I like to be able to separate at the end of the day.”

“What do you do, again?”

“She works for the police department. Front desk.” Joel answered for me, and his ears turned a shade pink, he covered it up by taking a long drink from his beer.

Greg smirked at Joel and gave me another pour, “Good benefits in a job like that, but stressful with all the crap that goes on in Austin, I bet.”

I nodded, though I kept my eyes on Joel, and he kept his trained on me, “It’s tough sometimes, but it stays pretty quiet aside from officers and agents and lawyers running in and out. I do a lot of paperwork, computer stuff, and sometimes direct calls if someone doesn’t know which department to call.”

Greg nodded before passing the glass back to me, and I didn’t flinch this time as I welcomed the burn of alcohol, setting the glass back on the table, “Carol tells me you make a mean margarita?”

I was happily tipsy by the time the sun went down, with jokes, innuendos, neighborhood gossip and stories fresh in my mind, Joel and I returned, giggling back to the abandoned blanket. Joel checked a note scrawled on a napkin, “Tommy had something going on in his neighborhood they forgot about, they left.” he explained with a lazy smirk on his face as he laid down on the blanket, now cold from the night air.

I hummed, “and Sarah?”

“I saw her on our way over here, she’s with Anna’s folks, the girls had some sort of handheld gaming thing they were playing on.” I laid down next to him and dared to lay my head into the crook of his arm, snuggling in close in what little privacy the moon and stars offered, he took a slow breath in and let his arm sink down across my back, he started rubbing slow, soothing patterns over my shirt.

Conversation around us settled into excited, quiet chatter about the display that was to be expected, how many people contributed to the display, and how long it would last. I listened intently to the noise around me, along with the even breathing from Joel’s chest, “You can learn a lot about our neighbors from just sitting back and listening, huh?”

He nodded, his chin pressed to the top of my head, “We’re a simple folk around here.”

I hummed quietly and turned my gaze up to him. No matter what lighting, no matter what setting, Joel always seemed so effortlessly good looking. It was almost unfair how even with just the moon, his eyes shone, how angular he was in just the right spots.

He turned to face me and smirked, “You staring at me?”

My face felt heated and I looked away, “Sorry.”

He let out a noise that may have been a chuckle, but took his free hand, tilting my face back up to his, his thumb tracing a soft line over my cheek, jaw, neck. “You’re so beautiful.” he murmured, a slight rasp to his voice.

“Joel-” I started, but couldn’t finish my thought as he hushed me with a kiss, just as the first shriek of fireworks sang from the ground up, pop, pop, pop.

I pulled away to see the bright glow shimmer in his caramel eyes, before it dissipated and was replaced with another pop, pop, and fantastic red coated us in the cool of the night, “What?” he asked, still just inches from each other.

I shook my head and leaned back in, bathed in blues, greens, whites, every color imaginable while our neighbors wow’ed and awe’d at the display in the sky. I’d never cared much for firework shows. But with Joel’s hands on my back and his lips skimming across my face and neck, it really gave a new meaning to the way kissing someone can be described as fireworks in your chest. Everything with Joel had felt electric from the first time I saw him. His first polite Howdy, Ma’am, I’m Joel. Joel Miller..

I relished in the feeling of his teeth on my jaw, it was over all too soon as we both remembered where we were. Who was potentially watching. I was sure if Sarah was going to hear about her father kissing anyone, she’d want to hear it from him, not some neighborhood kid out to embarrass her.

We maintained our separate spaces until the end of the display. Each bang, pop, and hsss, and every swath of color filled me to the brim with happiness. I didn’t want to move from our spot.

Joel walked back with me, with Sarah and Anna in tow, the girls giggling about something funny another friend had done, groaning about how a boy chased them with a worm. Joel smirked at me, rolling his eyes, “Kids.”

I returned his smile as Sarah and Anna ascended the front porch without even checking for Joel, closing the door behind them.

“Thank you for today.” I looked up at his towering figure.

He shrugged, like it was no big deal, “Of course. This is the first year that Sarah sort of… Took care of herself for the day-if that’s the right way to put it. It was nice to focus on someone other than her. Has been nice, I guess.”

“Well, I gotta head home. I’m expecting a call tonight.”

“Oh? From who?” he quirked an eyebrow up.

“Oh, you know. Nobody too special. Just some guy with thick curly hair, big brown puppy eyes. Someone who I’m sure will be busy with two rambunctious kids way too hyped up on sugar.”

He chuckled and leaned down to press his lips to mine briefly, hand pressed to my cheek, “Sounds like an important call, you might want to go head in and wait for it. Shouldn’t be long before those kids crash down from all that sugar.”

I smiled and chased his lips as he pulled away, and he granted me another kiss, deeper this time, grunting against my mouth, “You sound pretty sure of that.”

“What can I say? He knows his kid.”

He ran his hand from my jawline down all the way down to my waist, pulling me flush against him and kissing me a final time before releasing me. He was silent in the middle of the street as I walked up the driveway and the steps to my front door, “Hey, Sweetheart?”

I turned back to face him, “Hey, Miller.”

“You looked real pretty today. You.. look pretty every day.”

I couldn’t help the blush that crept up, and tried to stifle it by pinning my lower lip between my teeth, “Not so bad yourself, Cowboy.”

He huffed a laugh and turned on his heel, walking up the path to his house, the main lights all glowing out into his yard, “Alright, girls. Snack, teeth, bed. It’s way too late.” I heard him half-shout over rambunctious laughter from the main room as his door opened and shut, sealing them all inside.

I smirked to myself before turning in myself; washing my face in the single basin sink, taking my hair down, brushing out the grass and knots acquired from laying out in the sun most of the day, stripping down and slipping into loose sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt that the years hadn’t been kind to. Just as soon as I flicked off the lights and retreated to my bedroom, the phone rang from it’s cradle in the kitchen. I’d never jumped up to reach a phone so fast. The clock read it was after ten now.

“Hello?” I smirked against the phone, cradling the hard plastic between my cheek and shoulder as I stood in the dark room.

“This wouldn’t happen to be a sweet little doll I know, would it? Long hair, sorta short in stature. Killer ass.”

I laughed into the phone at Joel’s familiar drawl, “You are pushing your luck, Joel Miller.”

He answered with a deep chuckle, and I heard a rustling sound from his end of the line, “Pushing my luck, might be my middle name. Glad to know it wasn’t a fake number, after all.”

I hummed in answer, bringing the cordless phone down the hall to my bedroom, settling between the comforter and sheets, flicking the lamp on, “Like I said, you know where to find me if it was.”

“Tempting regardless if it was fake or not.”

I bit down on my lip and nestled down into the blankets further, cocooning myself in the soft, warm blends of fabric, “If only you hadn’t agreed to let Sarah have a friend over, maybe next time you can convince Anna’s folks to keep Sarah.”

“Tried, Sarah misses my Sunday breakfasts when she’s gone.” he chuckled into the phone.

“Joel Miller the chef, who knew?”

“I don’t just build houses, Sweetheart, I can build a mean plate of breakfast. Pancakes, eggs, bacon-”

“-Sausage?” I added a flirty lilt to my tone.

There was a shuffling noise again, I could picture his dimples as I heard the smile in his honey-like voice. Syrupy sweet. “For you, pretty girl, anything you want.” he took a deep breath before adding, “You in bed right now?”

“What if I am?”

A soft hum, “Makes two of us,” another deep inhale, “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about last week.”

I swallowed my smirk, taking a moment to calm the way my heart fluttered, “Me, too.”

“Been a long time since I’ve had a hard time staying away from someone.”

“I know the feeling, trust me.” I hesitated, “How long for you?”

He scoffed, “Trying to embarrass me? Like I said before, I’m no prude. There’s been times,” he seemed to hesitate, “I saw someone seriously about five years ago. Moved in and everything.”

“Wow, what happened?”

“Didn’t wanna play stepmomma. Or whatever, was some lame excuse. Didn’t feel like a real family to her, so I told her to forget it. Single dads aren’t for everyone.”

I tsked quietly, “Must have been hard.”

“Especially for Sarah.” he sighed, “She liked her until Ronnie-Veronica, moved in. They got on well with limited time, but they started stepping on each other’s toes really fast.”

I sighed, trying to form anything else to say other than a lame sorry before his voice cut in again, breaking the quiet, “What about you? What’s your story?”

I shook my head, not wanting to go into the full extent of details, “Something bad happened between me and my ex. We were never good for each other, and when things got more serious he showed his true colors. Things got physical, to say the least. The last time I saw him it was-it was bad. Should have went to the hospital but I ran home with my tail between my legs, back to Momma. Didn’t leave the house until the bruises were gone.” I nearly choked on the words in my throat. “Was four years ago this spring. I was no prude either, but… I don’t know what it is about this town,” I inhaled, calming the threat of tears, “About you. You feel safe. This place feels safe.”

I took him about three beats too long to respond, “Oh, Baby.” he cooed softly, and more rustling came from his end of the phone, “I’m sorry.”

I nodded, nearly forgetting he wasn’t here to see the gesture, “Don’t, Joel - really. It’s why I work with the PD now. Desk job, sure. Not dealing with specifics or super hands on. But sometimes these girls come in, not knowing what to do, and I can look at them and really say… I know. Sometimes it's all they need to help them say they’re ready for the next steps.”

His voice grew softer than I had ever heard it yet, and he let loose a breath he’d no doubt been holding, “That makes sense, Sweetheart. Very good of you.”

“I didn’t expect to have this talk tonight, Joel.” my voice was as soft as a mouse now.

“Glad we did, though. I’d never-”

“I know. You’re good. Better than I deserve, and I can see that from ten miles away, I’m looking forward to getting to know you more. Getting to know Sarah, and Tommy and Maria. Even if Maria sort of scared me today. Truly.”

“What did Maria do?” his voice perked, and I could almost hear the suspicious crinkle in his eyes.

“Nothing.” I pinched my brow, cursing myself for saying anything at all, “Just that you’ve been talking about me to Tommy, and that she’s worried about if things go south. Me being your neighbor and all.”

I heard a soft thump, and imagined him tossing his head back onto his pillow, I wondered briefly if the cases smelled like him, how he looked all tucked in and sleepy, “She means well, good intentions, poor execution sort of thing. She worries-”

“About Sarah, mostly.” I cut him off with a breathy laugh.

“Right.”

“You’re lucky.” My voice was growing heavy with sleep, I laid my head on the phone, the green glow of the screen displaying his number warmed my face, “To have people that worry over you and your girl.”

“I count my lucky stars every day, that's for sure.”

I hummed quietly in answer, “You need to get your beauty sleep, Cowboy. Need all the strength you can get to make your big breakfast for the girls in the morning.”

He ticked his tongue against his teeth, “I suppose you’re right.” a brief pause, “Come over. Pajamas, bed head and all. I reckon they’ll be up with the sun. Therefore, I’ll be up with the sun.”

I smiled into the phone, “You got it, Joel. Goodnight.”

“Night, Sweetheart.”

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #pedro pascal characters #tlou fanfiction #neighbor!joel #joel miller fanfiction #tlou au #neighbor joel miller #joel miller x ofc

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salternateunreality2 · 3 months

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Claudia has a pet dragon AU

cute ideas that @strayheartless and I chatted about <3

Claudia probably had a pet dragon at some point that still visits and bothers her for snacks

Dragon: *tail wagging, dancing around, breathing fire* Claudia: *shoves its nose away* go on, git, I ain't got nothin more for ya, you ate all my wolf liver!

Dragon: *rolls on its back asking for belly rubs*

Claudia: ugh, fine. *Delivers belly rubs* Go on, ya daft dragon, I'm taking Cloud to school!

The villagers: ...

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Claudia and her dragon had their babies around the same time, and babysat for each other.

Claudia and Dragon Mama exchange snacks occasionally; Claudia brings special parts of her kills that she and Cloud shouldn't eat, and Dragon Mama sometimes drops off whole carcasses.

Dragon: this deer ain't worth my time, but I killed it and Claudia might give me wolf liver if I drop by!

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Mama Dragon is named Asil, and Baby Dragon is named Knarf. Because backwards, that's Lisa Frank, and they look like Lisa Frank characters. And they're scratch-n-sniff.

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AGSZC visit Nibelheim and AGSZ are panicked when Cloud hears a dragon in the distance and runs off to confront it...only to discover Cloud GIGGLING and play-fighting it. They are more concerned about the giggling, as they've never heard it before.

They expected the Steve Irwin vibes from Zack, who has a pet sahagin in Gongaga, but Cloud was a surprise (he shouldn't have been, he's feral AF).

AGSZC: *walking to Nibelheim*

Dragon: ROAR

Angeal: We'd better steer clear, right Cloud? Cloud?! CLOUD!!!

Zack: Where did he even go?! That was so fast!

Sephiroth: Towards the dragon.

Genesis: Of fucking course.

AGSZ: *runs up just in time to see cloud, unarmed, jump on a dragon*

Cloud: KNARF YOU FUCKER I GOT YOU FIRST WAIT NO NOT THE FACE NOT THE FACE HAHAHAHAHAHAHA GET OFF

The dragons immediately like Zack because all animals immediately like Zack.

Angeal wins them over through snacks.

And they're obsessed with Genesis' sword and materia, and Sephiroth's hair.

They keep Sitting On Sephiroth and grooming his hair or staring at it, and they keep trying to steal Gen's stuff. You wouldn't think a puppy-lizard-cat is very sneaky when it's the size of a house, but clearly you would be wrong

Sephiroth: Please, Miss, I don't know how dragon saliva affects hair, and I can't afford for it to go spiky like Cloud's.

Asil: *still sitting on him and licking*

(turns out it's really really good for hair and makes it thick, shiny, and healthy...after you wash out the top layer of slime)

Knarf and Asil leave Genesis gifts when they steal from him. Sometimes it's worthless crap like a leaf or a rodent carcass; sometimes it's sparkling gems, rare materia, or their own scales, which are hard to come by. There is no pattern.

Genesis tries to bargain with them, bringing an assortment of Wall Market jewelry.

Genesis: Shall we trade? What will you give me for this diamond necklace?

Knarf: *holds up a leaf*

Genesis: How about this fake ruby bracelet?

Knarf: *5 rare materia*

Genesis: Ok, then you must give me something great for this fake ruby necklace, which only differs from the bracelet in that it is longer...

Knarf: *dead skunk plops on Genesis' head*

Talking about their childhoods:

Sephiroth: My sperm donor would order me to kill kittens.

Genesis: My parents didn't care, but my nanny would hit me with a ruler.

Zack: I'd be sent out into the backwoods to work off my energy and made friends with monsters!

Cloud: I'd go to air jail, where Asil would pick me up by my shirt and dangle me in the air.

Angeal: MY MOTHER SENT ME TO TIME OUT WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOUR CHILDHOODS

Air jail:

I'd like to think that Sephy starts to have his breakdown, Claudia hears about it and the mysterious head in the reactor, and then sends the boys to help Seph while she and Asil take care of Jenova.

Asil both sits on Jenova and incinerates her, while Claudia shoots Jenova with her biggest shotgun.

#ff7 #sephiroth #zack fair #cloud strife #genesis rhapsodos #angeal hewley #claudia strife

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dailyreverie · 2 years

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What did I do right (to be with you right now)

A/N: I was struck by dad!Poe feels a few days ago on Discord and then this happened, so this is me being soft af about Poe being a great dad and a sweet wonderful husband. Title comes from "Favorite T-Shirt" by Jake Scott.

Pairing: Poe Dameron x reader (no pronouns, but reader is pregnant)

Word Count: 1.4K

CW: Pregnancy, pregnancy symptoms, parenthood.

Every single day, Poe confirmed that Kes Dameron was an exact replica of him. It was obvious to anyone's eyes, with matching curls and the same deep beautiful eyes, and when it came to the inside there was no doubt: Kes Dameron is just like his dad, with a big heart and a mind too full of thoughts.

You hadn’t been feeling well, a 5-month-old pregnancy being at fault, and poor little Kes got too worried when he saw his mom leaving the room to go lay down and his dad following behind to make sure you were alright. Kes followed close too, looking at Poe helping you get comfortable before meeting Kes outside your bedroom.

It took Poe one look at Kes to know exactly what was going through his mind. Poe held his hand as they both walked outside to the back of the house, he needed a distraction, and considering his and his son's head worked the same way, he knew just the right thing to do.

“Is mommy okay?” Kes’s little voice asked as they came to a halt, full of concern that reached up to his eyes wide open looking up at his dad. You were okay, more than okay, you were just very much pregnant. The second trimester had hit hard and fast, with waves of dizziness and leg cramps coming out of nowhere that left you down and resting for most parts of the day. To the eyes of a 3-year-old boy, without a doubt, it was a sight worth worrying about.

“Oh, bud. Don’t worry,” Poe kneeled down to his height, meeting Kes eye to eye. “Mommy is alright, but making a baby makes mommy feel sick sometimes.”

“How can we help mommy?” This kid, Poe could see once again, was too much like him: a man of action ready to help.

“We can help mommy by letting her rest, ‘kay?” Poe did his best to try and calm him down. Kes nodded, not quite convinced, but smiling when his dad did it too. “Now come on, let’s climb up.” Poe signaled his head up to his old x-wing, his beloved Black One, now resting in all her retired glory.

“Inside?!” Kes asked with excited eyes.

“Well, you are a big brother now, big brothers need to learn how to fly.” The way Kes’s eyes lit up almost made Poe tear up, his heart swelling with pride. “Come on, up we go.” With a grunt, Poe lifted Kes and placed him inside of the X-Wing. He hopped on after, placing Kes on his lap and reaching for the helmet that rested on the dashboard. It was way too big for Kes’s head, and when Poe placed it there the protective gear hung to the side of his little head.

“Dad! I can’t see anything!” Both of them laughed when Kes turned, the helmet covering half of his face.

“I’m sorry, Commander,” Poe apologized with a fake serious tone that only made both of them laugh more as Poe arranged the helmet so the little boy could see. “Pilots need their helmets while flying.”

“‘m not a commander.” Kes’s hands stuck to his sides, eyes analyzing everything in front of him.

“What do you mean? Kes Dameron is the best pilot in the galaxy.” They shared another laugh before Poe signaled to the front. “Alright, bud, why don’t you press that button over there…” Poe pointed to one of the power buttons, which Kes pressed with unsure chubby fingers while Poe lifted one of the engine levers. The motor started roaring then, and Poe’s stomach fluttered with long-forgotten electricity now also mixed with joy as his kid’s animated laughter filled the cockpit. “There you go! Now, let’s lift it a little bit, ready?”

When Poe grabbed the lever in between their legs, he guided both of Kes’s small hands around his own. He began lifting the ship, just a few feet above the ground, enough for Kes to feel it. “We are flying!” Just the feeling of hovering made the little boy erupt in excited giggles, Poe could never get tired of that sound.

“Yes we are, bud. Just don’t tell mommy, okay?” You were going to kill him if you found out. “Ready to get back to base, Commander Dameron?” Poe asked after a couple of minutes, channeling his General voice.

“Yes, daddy!” His voice was as firm as his father’s, just a tiny bit more high-pitched. They landed the ship with matching smiles and looked at each other. Sometimes, in moments like this, when Poe looked at his life he could not believe how lucky he was.

“That was a very successful mission, Commander, congratulations bud!”

“Again!” Kes couldn’t stop his excitement, no matter how hard he tried.

“Oh, no…” Poe laughed, he was creating a monster. “Maybe some other time. Now let’s go back inside-”

“No! No daddy, please! I want to stay here.” You were definitely going to kill him.

They stayed there, going through every button and trigger, what each one did and how everything worked; they shot the bad guys and Poe told stories about far away planets and being among the stars until, eventually, Kes ended up falling asleep with the helmet on and a smile on his face; that smile brought Poe a comfort different to the one that his ship had always given to him, one that came with peace and home and his beautiful family. So much peace, that maybe he could close his eyes for a little while and take it all in.

That’s how you find your two boys after a while - after the amount of quietness in the house became too much quiet -. The two of them rested calmly inside the X-Wing, a sight you hadn’t seen in so long, one that took you years back to when you were fighting a war. Your stomach fluttered, this time not with nausea, but with so much love you could maybe start crying.

Your hand reached up to Poe’s curls, much shorter now than they were back then, little streaks of grey appearing on some of the tips and roots, but he looked handsome as ever, as he did the day you met him. “Poe,” you whispered when he grunted, his way of showing he was awake. “Hi.”

“Hey.” He whispered back, following your eyes to look at the still-sleeping toddler on his lap. “Are you feeling better?” Your nod made Poe let out a happy sigh. “Kes was getting nervous about you feeling sick, that’s why we came here.”

“Oh, my little boy.” You expressed fondly, your hand resting on top of the helmet. “So you fixed it the only way you knew how.”

“It used to work for me.” Your eyes met with a silent nostalgia on them, with thousands of memories of finding each other in that same spot before battles, after losses, or when you just needed a moment of quiet.

“It worked for him too.” With careful hands you removed the helmet, letting Kes’s head rest more comfortably on Poe’s chest. “Flying never fails, does it?” A guilty smile played on Poe’s lips, one too inviting not to kiss away.

“I thought you wouldn’t hear,” Poe confessed against your lips.

“An X-Wing engine?” You kissed him again, trying to suppress your laugh like that. Poe apologized, an apology that you took with a smile as you played with Kes’s curls. “Did he like it?”

“I’m surprised you didn’t hear his excitement.” He joked, making both of you laugh. “I’m afraid you are going to have to deal with pilots for a little while more.” Poe stretched his neck to kiss you again, not missing the way you smiled and sighed under his touch.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” As if on cue Kes began stretching then, lifting his arms to shake away the sleep. “Good morning, Captain Dameron.” You pushed back his curls, welcoming him with soothing motions. “Let’s go back inside and have a snack, how does that sound?”

Kes nodded as he blinked awake, meeting your face with a tiny smile. “Yeah, but I’m a Commander, mommy!” Kes corrected you, just another confirmation that Kes was definitely his father’s son.

It goes unspoken as both you and Poe laugh and meet each other’s eyes, but after the years you went through together, you often wondered what did you do right to be right there, right now.

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#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron angst #poe dameron imagine #poe dameron x you #poe x you #poe x reader #poe dameron x y/n #poe dameron au #poe dameron fanfiction #poe dameron fanfic #poe dameron fic

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thecowboykatsuki-anon · 2 years

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The first time Dabi catches his father give his kid the same shit he gave him as a child, he goes feral.

He keeps it together long enough to crouch down next to his son, wipe the beginnings of tears away from his big blue eyes and give him a reassuring smile before telling him his momma is looking for him in the house.

You’re not aware of the situation until your 5 year old comes running up to you in the kitchen, burying his face in your legs as he hugs you, the force knocking the apple you were peeling straight out of your hand.

He’s sniffling, babbling about his grandfather told him his daddy didn’t live up to his potential and if he wanted to be happy he had to do better, be better, and you sigh, picking him up and rocking him slightly.

You’re alarmed when your son tells you your husband heard the exchange and look towards the barn, wondering if you should go out there and break up what ever disagreement is going down.

But your son clutches your shirt and you decide in that moment, he’s more important than the family drama Enji inevitably brings with him to your home.

You move with your son to the living room, settling down on the couch until he eventually slips away from you to play with his toys on the floor, and you watch him, a soft smile creeping upon your lips. He looks so much like his father it’s ridiculous, but when it comes to personality, he’s all you.

The sound of the screen door slamming shut and then a truck roaring to life startles you and you glance up in time to see your husband, significantly dustier than before, opening the freezer to get a chunk of ice.

You hurry to him and he meets your gaze, dabbing at his fresh bloody lip gingerly. “You should see the other guy,” he jokes at your surprised expression, but his eyes are brimming with tears and you soften, cupping his cheek, and pressing your forehead to his with a sigh.

“‘M not gonna let him fuck up my kid. That’s my little man,” he mumbles shakily, eyes darting to your son and you kiss the corner of his mouth softly, avoiding his injury.

“He’s lucky he has a father like you,” you tell him softly, noticing the way his shoulder slump with relief, and the way he’s quick to wipe away the tears that fall with the back of his hand.

He sniffs loudly as you turn to continue peeling apples and your son comes in, looking over his father, who’s quick to straighten up and offer him a smile. He says nothing, just hugs Dabi’s leg and whispers out a little “‘m sorry.” Into the denim

Dabi chuckles, bending himself in half and groaning as he hoists his son up to look him in the eye, taking his cowboy hat and placing it on the young boys head. He giggles as it covers his eyes, tilting it back to point at his dad’s face.

“What happened?” Dabi glances at you but shrugs as he walks out of the kitchen with him.

“Well, son, most of the time you can talk to people when you have issues with them, but sometimes people just need a boot shoved up their ass.”

You let out a noise of exasperation, shooting him a glare as he winks at you over his shoulder, your son laughing, the sweet sound echoing around the house.

#mha #cowboy au #bull rider! dabi #dabi #cowboy anon writes #t writes #cowboy dabi

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holylulusworld · 1 year

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Roar & Giggle masterlist

Summary: He’s just the worst. Right?

Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes x Bookstoreowner!Reader

Warnings: language, misunderstandings, love-struck Bucky, banter, cocky Bucky, idiots on love, more to be added

A/N: I got no self-control. So here we go with a collection of drabbles about our reader and Biker!Bucky. *I’m deep in my Bucky feels and you all will suffer with me.*

Roar & Giggle (1) - Cafè

Roar & Giggle (2) - Bookstore

Roar & Giggle (3) - Clubhouse

Roar & Giggle (4) - Alley

Roar & Giggle (5) - His house

Roar & Giggle (6) - Back of his bike

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #biker au #biker!bucky #biker!bucky barnes x reader #Roar & Giggle masterlist #biker!bucky x reader

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prettytoxicrevolver · 1 year

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5. With Cole

"Cole come on!" you yell over the roar of the rain and try to drag your boyfriend out of the downpour.

"Wait come here!" he says, yanking you back towards him.

"Wha-" you start but Cole is pressing his lips to yours in an awkward kiss that is slippery and uncomfortable in the rain.

You pull back after a few second, undoubtedly making a weird face at Cole because he frowns at your expression.

“Hey, the movies made this look so easy!” he exclaims in defense and you giggle.

"Come on lover boy," you respond, pecking his lips before dragging him with you into the house and out of the pouring rain.

#cole caufield x reader #cole caufield imagine #cole caufield drabble #cole caufield x y/n

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3mutantsinatrenchcoat · 9 months

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It takes a village to raise a family part 5

Part 4 , part 6

IM COMING TO GET YOU @angelpuns

Rural au made by the LOVELY lovely angel puns above-

I broke your heart once I'll do IT AGAIN WATCH ME-

Shrieking filled the air, the ground rumbled with the force of a thousand feet. A monsterous beast rose above the mountains and-

"AAHAHA!" Little Leo took off running as I chased him, Mikey screams as Leo tries to use him as a human shield.

"I'm going to eat ya!! Raaa!!!" I stomped towards them, hands held in the sky like a ferocious beast. Raph gets in front of them, legs shaking but a face of determination.

"you dare challenge the DESTRUCTOR-"

"no- no! Wrong name!" Mikey squeaks, cheeks puffed.

"oh uh-" I drop my arms trying to figure out the right name.

"you are da uh...da uh..." He looks around, spotting a few things.

"uh...wood-...grass...cloud-...Donnie!!" He lights up "the wood grass cloud Donnie!!"

Donnie from the porch screech's a little, wrapped in a blanket on a chair, dropping his book. "Why me!?"

"because you didn't share!" Mikey sticks his tongue out before shrieking as I ran towards them, the three kids taking off around the yard much faster than I can even walk.

I laugh evilly and roar out as best as my old voice could speak. "I'm coming to get you!! I am the terrible wood grass cloud Donnie and I shall have my revenge!!"

There were few days I had like this, the stall prices have gotten higher, so has everything. I hate being couped up in the house all day, sure I have my husband but lately he has been at work more and more.

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"darlin," he told me, face turned to the window, wrapping cloth around his hands. "I'll be busier now, but do not worry, I don't need you to stress"

I looked up from my tea, setting the cup down as I turned to look at him "..may I ask why..?"

"...it doesn't concern you but, I've been asked to patrol the outside of the village" he looks over. "It will make double the money, it will be sent to you ever 10 days." He turned towards me, while he gave me a smile with not a single bit of worry..he is my husband. I could see the fear in his eyes, the way his ears went flat against his head.

"...promise me, you are not going to be in danger?" I turned towards him, letting his hands rest on either side of my face.

"you won't have to work another day my dear, if it means you will not stress.." he smiles, but he dodged my question...

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It had been several weeks since that conversation, to keep my mind busy I've spent more time with the Turtle boys than at my own home. It was rare my husband would come back home, letters about animals and people he has met, about people he calls his brothers..."uhhh...Mr Flint?" Leo was about 2 feet in front of me, Mikey and Raph slowly approaching from both sides. The worry on their faces, they didn't understand.

I smiled at them, putting on a big smile "it's okay, don't worry, I was uh... trying to figure out how to be uh... scary?"

They didn't believe it.

"you are a terrible liar, Flint" Splinter approached us from the village, carrying a few paper wrapped items.

The kids shouted and gathered around him, smiling and giggling. I couldn't help but smile at them, taking a step forward before I saw the look on his face. It sent a rotted pit into the bottom of my stomach.

It was the face of a man who had more on his mind, like when he would space out...like when he was listening to his thoughts that were only talking for him. Taunting him.

Something... something is very wrong.

#rise au #rottmnt rural au #rural au #ruralau #grandpa flint #threewrites #it takes a village to raise a family

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joannaliceevans-fanficblog · 2 years

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Hello Sunshine: A Drabble

Alright, I needed something fluffy and heartwarming. And thus this was created.

This takes place before Lloyd's "death" and before he left for his mission.

**this is proofed, all mistakes are on me**

The scent of buttery, chocolate chip cookies lingered in the Hansen household and the scent of dinner being made. You 5 month old Daisy sat in her high chair munching on a soft baby cookie and your toddler, that just barely turned 2 stood next to you, helping you make the cookies.

Your husband, Lloyd was in his office doing some business with a client. You knew when the door is closed, you aren't not to bother him. Well if it's to eat something, then it's an exception. You gave him a text, but you didn't get an answer, so you didn't press on it.

And so you continued with making the cookies and making dinner for the girls, for yourself, and a plate for Lloyd later when he would come down.

Dinner was served, which consists of Chicken Nuggets, Mac and Cheese with Steamed Veggies for Lily, Mashed up Peas and Carrots for the baby girl, and Salad with a Minestrone Soup and some Buttery Sourdough Bread.

"Mama, wer Papa?" Lily asked, eating a piece of her nuggets. You took a sip of your water and looked at your daughter.

"Papa is busy sweetheart." You said, soothing out the curls in her face and tucked it behind her ear.

"But I'll tell you what, Papa isn't busy tomorrow, and he can take you to the zoo?" You added. Lily's eyes widened with joy and you pinched her cheeks.

Then Daisy banged her hands on her tray and you turned to her attention. A smile and full blown giggle came out of her.

"Oh Daisy boo, you're just like your father."

Midnight came and Lloyd finally came out of his office. The lights in the house were off, meaning he missed another night. Sighing, Lloyd headed up stairs and to the bedroom. The minute he walked in, you were already asleep. But before he could even get ready for bed, a cry from the monitor came to life.

Normally, you were up in a heartbeat. But you didn't stir awake. The crying got louder and soon after Lily was awake too. Lloyd walked out of the room, to see Lily walking towards their bedroom. Lloyd tuned on he hall lights and he bent down to her level.

"What's wrong Peanut?" Lloyd asked. Lily wiped her eyes and tried to speak. But all that came out was hiccups.

"No good." Lily said, holding onto her beloved Panda Mr. Twinkie.

"No good dream Peanut?" Lloyd asked and she nodded. Lloyd sighed and scooped her up into his arms. Then he walked over to Daisy's room and turned on the lights. She stood on her feet, crying.

Lloyd placed Lily down and she clung onto his leg. Then he went to pick Daisy up and placed her onto his hip. Wiping away her little tears, she then placed her head down onto his shoulders. Lily then reached for her Papa's hand and they all headed down the stairs.

Lloyd then turned on the lights to the kitchen and he placed his baby girl down into her high chair. Then picking up Lily and placed her down into the counter.

"I make oookies." Lily said, as Lloyd went to the fridge to get some milk.

"Oh you did, with Mama?" Lloyd asked, as he took one sippy cup and a bottle from the cabinet. Lily nodded her head with pride and sent Lloyd into roaring laughter.

As he gave Lily her milk and he held the bottle for Daisy, he saw the cookie jar full of freshly baked cookies and he made a mental note of to get some before bed and after he has his dinner.

"Papa, mama zoo?" Lily asked. Lloyd looked at his daughed and smiles.

"Zoo? Okay, anything Lily wants to, Papa will make it happen okay?"

Meanwhile, behind the kitchen walls, you stood there listening to the conversation, between Lloyd and his baby girl. Along with loud giggles from Daisy.

You felt your heart warmed with happiness, seeing your ruthless husband become soft.

To the world, Lloyd is a impatient, asshole that cannot hold in his anger to the point or killing someone.

But to you, and to the ones that know him, Lloyd Hansen will do anything for his kids, even for the one that holds his icey cold heart.

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Christmas Prompts

28. Matching PJs

5. "What are you looking at?" With Oliver

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A/N: YAS STELLA! I would love to dot his one for you with our boy Oliver! Thanks for requesting, bestie!! (I tweaked it a little it ;) )

Tradition

Summary: You get a unexpected present from Mrs. Weasley when you stay at Hogwarts for the Christmas Holidays, and you aren't the only one too.

Warnings: Just some magical fluff!

As soon as you opened the doors from your dorm to overlook the Gryffindor Common Room, a bit smile appeared on your face. Garland with ornaments in the Gryffindor colors were strung on the fireplace mantel and around the tops of portraits, tinsel glistened on the medium sized Christmas Tree that was tucked in the corner near the roaring fire, and the sweet scent of baked cookies and treats hovered in the air as plates of delicious treats were nestled on Hogwarts dinner plates near the study desks. The room was at a tinted glow thanks to the fire, and snow was already falling outside while the first rays of the sun and have yet to come over the castle.

Christmas Day at Hogwarts was beyond magical.

You had to stay at the castle this year for Christmas, your parents were swamped with work and a family emergency over in Ireland made them stay away from your home. So instead of being alone at your childhood home for the entire Holiday, you opted to remain at the castle. Most of the students went home two days beforehand early after breakfast, leaving behind only a handful of kids from each house. The was a way feeling to the halls fall quiet from the lack fo students, but it was also a surreal feeling to know that the castle was mostly deserted.

In your house, there was only a dozen Gryffindors in total. Fred, George, Ginny and Ron Weasley were part of that number, along with Harry Potter, yourself, and your boyfriend Oliver Wood. The rest of the Gryffindors were 6th and 7th years that kept to themselves mostly, leaving the cluster of you to wreck havoc in your common room and on the grounds. You ate together for meals, went some through of your candy stash from Honeydukes, even helped Dumbledore and the professors in decorating the castle every afternoon since it kept you busy, though the twins were more prone to land pranks near the Potions class or Filch's office.

Now on Christmas morning, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you saw your group of friends sitting on the loveseat and couches, still in their pajamas and bathrobes along with slippers and disheveled hair.

"Hey! Come on, we're opening presents from our mum!" Ginny called to you as he gestured to the small pile that was waiting in the middle, "She sent all of us something, including you and Oliver!"

"Really?" You asked as he you descended down the stairs in a rush. Of course you've heard nothing but great things about the infamous Molly Weasley, all of what you were told about her made her seem like the best mother to have. A bit stern, bold and fierce, and of course filled to the brim with motherly love. Now to know that she got a gift for you, it made you feel beyond loved by her and you ahem yet to meet her in person!

"I told her you were stuck with us at the castle and she wanted to get your a present," Fred explained as you last on the loveseat of the couch, he then handed you the box wrapped in maroon tissue. You were about to open it before the sound of the door to the boy's dorm was opened.

"Oi, Wood! Come down before you miss opening presents!" George called out with his hand cupped over his mouth.

"Aye, I'm comin'. Quit hollerin', will ya?" Olvier's voice echoed from the top of the stairs, making you giggle as his feet were heard popping down each step heavily. You knew your boyfriend was no early riser, not even for a morning quidditch practice. He hated being up too early, and sometimes the twins would have to drag him out of bed to make it to class or get his broom out and ready for practice on the field. You were class you weren't on the team yourself, and you did feel a bit bad to see Oliver drag his feet out of the Common Room

Now you were the opposite: you thrived getting up early. You would curled up in a book most morning in front of the fire in the Common Room, seeing the sun rays touch your skin through the stained glass windows and drink a bit of tea to help wake you up from your slumber. It was no coincidence that every once in awhile Oliver would be dragging his feet out of his dorm, dressed in his practice quidditch robes with his broomstick dragging behind him as he headed out. He would come over to kiss you on the cheek before he would leave too, though you would giggle from how sleepy he was.

"Look who decided to grace us with his presence!" Fred said in a snort as the others laughed. Oliver just glared at him as you moved over to the side to let him sit with you. Once he plopped down, you leaned over to sneak a kiss on his cheek, Oliver humming a bit as he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you in close.

"Here, curtesy of the Weasley Clan!" George said to him as he tossed him a box, his wrapped in a deep gold. Oliver caught it, looking more amused as he looked from his over to yours.

"You got one too?" He asked, you nodded your head.

"We all got one, and we are going to warn you advance: our mom loves to be a bit crafty. So precede with caution!" Ron said amusement as you all started to open your presents at the same time. Once you go the top off of yours, you peered inside and you smiled. Reaching in carefully, you touched the fabric of the sweater and you pulled it out, seeing your Initial stitched in gold on the front of a sweater that was Emerald green.

Oliver took out his: a red sweater with a "O" on the front.

"She made us sweaters! I knew it!" Ron said as he held up his own sweater. You didn't mind your own sweater, it was rather sweet to have one of your own. The fabric alone felt thick and soothing to the touch, you could see how she worked on it long and hard to make sure it was perfect for you. You've never gotten this kind of present before, and it was the best one.

"How did she know I like this color?" You asked, placing the sweater in front of you to see how it looked.

"As I recall, Oliver mentioned it once when he came over that one time last summer," Fred explained as he folded his sweater neatly into his box again, "I think he was saying it all dream like..."

"Shut it, Fred," Oliver said with a hint of embarrassment, though his cheeks were blushing as you looked over at him with a smirk. He ducked his head at you, but you leaned into him.

"Now, as we do every year when our mum makes these sweaters, we need to wear them!" George said in glee, throwing down the empty box and then getting his head through the top of his sweater. The other joined in, one at a time they were getting their sweaters on over their pajamas. You got yours in instantly, the sweater fitting just right around your neck with the length of the sleeves. The warmth of the sweater was instant and soothing, almost making you snuggle in like a cat as you saw the green look against your pajamas and your hair.

You then saw Oliver watching you as he had his own sweater on, a familiar and kind look on his face as you rose an eyebrow at him.

"What are you looking at?" You asked him, seeing him just smile.

"You look good in green," he simply stated to you softly, so the others wouldn't hear since they were talking and comparing each other's sweaters. You blushed then, feeling Oliver take your hand in his to make your sweater sleeves swirl together in the middle of the loveseat.

"Alright, shall we head out and do our annual Christmas snowball fight?" Fred asked the room, having you and Oliver break your little moments with one another to look back at the Weasley clan together. Although you both felt like you were slightly imposing on their Christmas morning, you felt you had the best Christmas thus far.

Even with a new sweater with your initial on the front and "matching" with your boyfriend too.

The End.

Christmas Prompts

#oliver wood x female reader #oliver wood prompts #oliver wood fanfiction #oliver wood x reader #oliver wood #hp fic #hp fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter writing #harry potter fandom

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p4l23 · 9 months

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It was dark when JJ pulled into the driveway of the condo. He parked his motorcycle and turned it off. The roar of the engine disapearing filling the night air with silence other than the sounds of the waves crashing against the dock not far from the condo. He sat up on the bike and pulled his red baseball cap off and ran his hand through his hair before putting it back on. It had been a long day on the charter boat, back to back excursions, and he was tired, hungry, and ready for a shower.

He looked around and noticed the Twinkie wasn't parked in its usual place, just Kie's jeep. 'Wonder where Sarah and John B are?' He thought. He gets off his bike and walks up the steps to the house, where he can hear music coming through the opened window. He smiles looking forward to seeing his girl and opened the door.

As he opens the door he's instantly met with the smell of Kiara's cooking. He shuts the door behind him and leans against it to take off his shoes and puts them on the mat that Sarah constantly nags him to use. Man that woman was so bossy. And walks towards the kitchen. The music getting louder the closer he gets. He stops in his place and leans against the wall,smirking as he watches his girl.

Kiara had her back to him her long, curly hair laying down her back. She is wearing one of his black tshirts and a pair of short, frayed, jean shorts that he could barely see underneath his big shirt. Her hips moving side to side to the beat of the music thats playing on her phone. Seeing her in his shirt and watching her dance always made his heart beat a little faster.

He watches her movements like he's hypnotized. Listening to the way she sings to the chorus. The way her body moves to the beat of the music. Shes so into the music that she didn't hear him come in, as she goes to pick up the spoon to stir the food in the pot, she catches a glimpse of something out of the corner of her eye, she whips her head to that direction and practically jumps 5 feet up in the air "oh my God Jayj! You scared me" she yells. He laughs and walks towards her, she puches his shoulder "OW! Shit Kie! I'm sorry" he puts his hands up. she glares at him as she lays her hand on her chest, trying to calm her beating heart. "I was just enjoying the show" she gives him the 'your lucky your cute because I'm sick of your shit' look, before she turns back to the pot. He figures its safe enough, and lays his hands on her hips, pressing up against her back as he leans to look over her shoulder to see what was cooking in the pot. "Jambalaya?" "Ya I decided it's been a hot minute since I made it" she mumbles still a little mad at him for pretty much giving her a heart attack but also enjoying the feeling of his hard chest pressed against her back "it smells good" he said as he kisses her cheek. "I know" he chuckles "not cocky at all"he says as he kisses her neck playfully and "not cocky, just confident" she giggles as she turns around in his arms to face him and wraps her arms around his neck. He holds her tighter against him. They smile at each other. "Hi" she says quietly. Her eyes slowly looking down at his lips before looking up at him through her eyelashes "sup" she laughs and gives her an affectionate smile before he leans down to press his lips against hers. She slides her hands through the hair at back of his neck playing with the strands there. He moans a little, and deepens the kiss.

JJ pulls back and presses his forehead against her "Sarah and John B?" He breathes out. Making sure they didn't have audience. She leans more and says against his lips "out" before kissing him again. There kiss becoming more heated as his grip on her hip tightens. She gently bites his bottom lip and then slides her tongue along his bottom lip to take the sting away. He groans and backs her up and pins her against the counter beside the stove. The boy’s hands clutched her hips, her waist, then dipping lower until he reaches Kiara’s thighs, lifting her up onto the counter top and pushing at her knees until she gives him enough space to stand between them. She gasps into his mouth at the sudden movement and slides her hands deeper into his hair and pulls a little. He lets out a little growl and pulls back and presses his face against her neck. Kissing slowly at her neck. Kiara moans and leans her body back with a hand grasping at the counter while her other hand still holding onto his hair. She moves her head to the side to give him more access to her neck. JJ couldn’t help but dig his nails into her waist as he pulls her closer to the edge of the counter, closer to him.

He sucks at her neck a little to hard, already knowing it will probably leave a mark. He doesnt know why but some primal feeling passes over him as he thinks of his girl wearing his shirt and a hickey caused by him. "Jayj" she moans out and rocks her hips against his and slides a hand from his hair to his shirt at his collar bone and pulls him to her and kisses him hard.

God kissing her was his favorite thing to do. Her soft lips moving against his. He couldn't get enough.

He slides his hands from her waist around to her back then down to her ass and squeezes, she moans and opens her mouth giving him enough time to slide his tongue inside her mouth. Wrapping her legs around his waist and grinding against each other. Their tounges fighting for dominance. They both let out a moan. Nothing could make him pull away-

"What the fuck??We leave you two alone for a little while and this is what happens???" Sarah teases

"On our counter, seriously??"John B exclaims "we eat here!"

JJ pulls back from her and puts his hands on the counter on both sides of her panting and trying to calm himself. Kiara hides her face into the crook of his neck and pecks a quick kiss to his neck.

He looks Kiara in the eyes "I" He clears his voice when he hears how raspy it sounds "I was just thanking her for making us dinner" Sarah rolls her eyes " Mhmm, that's one hell of a way to thank someone" John B chuckles, both Kiara and JJ flip them off. He helps Kiara down off the counter.

Instead of moving out of her way, he stays close as she scoots off the counter, her body slides down,against his, feeling his boner pressing against her as she leans against him for a moment trying to collect herself. She is this close to saying fuck dinner and leading him to their bedroom. She looks at his disheveled hair, his red cheeks, and lust filled eyes. She smirks and leans up on her tippy toes, using his strong shoulders for support and whispers against his ear "you're very welcome, I can't wait for you to taste it" her lips brushing his ear lobe sending goosebumps down his skin and heat go straight to his dick. she looks up and gives him the most down right sultriest look he has ever seen and kisses him before walking over to the stove to check the food. JJ watches her walk away not at all checking out her ass as she goes 'Fuck' JJ thinks and then remembers their friends still standing there he clears his throat again "well im going to take a shower" he turns to see Sarah leaning against the island, her her elbow bent against the counter and her chin resting on her hand, looking between them, with a shit eating grin.

John B walks closer to Kie and is leaning close squinting at Kiara. Kiara giving him a weird face and leans away from him "bro what are you doing?" "What is that?...Wait a minute is that a Hickey?!!" Kiara reaches her hand up to her neck and looks at JJ, a cute blush dusting her face.

JJ moves her hand and looks at it, he then looks up at her face and smirks "damn right it is" JJ winks at her and she rolls her eyes. Sarah moves from her spot to come look at it and tease her friend "well im going to shower before dinner is done" he says before leaving the kitchen to go into their bedroom to grab his clothes and walking into the bathroom to take his shower. Leaving Kiara to deal with John B and Sarah.

He goes into the bathroom and shuts the door. Turning on the warm water on. He pulls his shirt off letting it drop to the floor. Still thinking about everything that just happened in the kitchen. Kiara's lips against his, the little noises she made and the feel of her against him.

Thinking about what could have happened if their friends didn't choose that moment to have come in and cock blocked them.

He groans and reaches down to unbutton his pants and slides them down and looks at himself. He rubs the back of his head and chuckles "damn" And leans back into the shower to adjust the water to cold. A freezing cold shower it is.

#jiara fanfic #jiara fanfiction #jj/kiara #jj maybank x kiara carrera #jj x kiara #jiara fic #jiara

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fandonnavyce · 3 months

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Crossover Danuary 5 - Owl House

Day 1 - Ben 10, Tucker's breaks out of Space Prison Day 2 - ATLA, Hey, do remember when Sokka got kidnapped to the Spirit World? Day 4 - Jason in Wonderland DpxDc & Alice in Wonderland References

“That’s an amazing sandcastle.”

Collector whirled round, stunned to find that someone had managed to sneak up on him. It was a white haired girl who felt as human as much felt of death and power.

“Do you wanna play hide and go seek with me? I bet we’d have so much fun!” Collector blurted out starry eyed.

Fortunately, the white haired girl didn’t look fazed at all at the sudden fervent invitation.

“Yeah sure, you’re it!” she grinned widely. “Don’t forget to count to 100!” Then she zipped away, soaring into the air, her legs now a ghostly tail trailing behind her. The Collector blinked before giggling. He closed his eyes and started counting.

Warning long post

“98, 99, 100! Ready or not, here I come!” The Collector opened his eyes. Of course the beach was empty when Collector gave a quick scan of the immediate area. Then he levitated into the air to get that sweet bird’s eye view. He couldn’t find anything in the Electromagnetic Spectrum for miles around. He switched over to heat vision and then x-ray. But still nada.

“Oh, she is good!” the Collector praised as he soared through the sky on his flying starboard.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ “I FOUND YOU!” “But now you gotta tag me” …

“No fair, the ocean is so cold!” “Oh you think this is cold? I’ll show you cold.” …

“I call hacks!” “What for?” “Animating your sandcastle into a walking castle is totally unfair.” “I don’t want to hear that after you froze the ocean. With ME INSIDE IT!” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Listen, you can hear the ocean's roar inside,” frog crouching down next to a tide pool, Dani cupped a beautiful exotic conch shell to her ear. Hovering cross-legged beside her, Collector mimed turning a hand crank; amplifying the echoing sound so that he could hear it too.

“I’m gonna add this to my collection,” Dani declared whilst admiring the shell, it glimmered a fierce red and spooky silver.

“You have a Collection?” the Collector asked, eyes wide.

“Yeah, I‘ve got all kinds of cool rocks and souvenirs from all over the realms. Do you want to see it?”

“Yeah, totally, of course.”

“I mean it’s back at my place, but you can come over.”

“I can?” the Collector’s voice cracked.

“Obvsi,” Dani teased in a ‘duh’ voice, “we’re friends”

“AWESOME!” the Collector yelled giddily into the bright blue sky. This was the first time in his entire existence he had been invited over to a friend’s home. “Whatcha doin’?”

Dani was currently holding some kind of hand device. It looked really funny. It was slab with buttons and a screen.

“I’m calling for a portal pickup” Dani explained.

“With that?! But what is it?”

Dani blinked in surprise, “It’s a long distance communication device called a mobile phone.”

“What, like a crow phone?” Collector cocked his head in curiosity.

Dani squints, “Maybe?” she draws out, “what’s a crow phone?”

“It’s a long distance communication device but it’s shaped like crow”

Dani shrugs, “then probably”, she looks back at her phone. “Hmm a portal should appear any second now.”

Just as she said that, Collector felt his ears pop as reality suddenly burst, like a pin a helium balloon. Suddenly, a green swirly portal formed in front of him.

“That’s actually really cool,” Collector admits.

“Yeah c’mon,” Dani led the way through the portal.

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Collector eyes widened at the Palace of Death, Ice, and Celestial Beauty floating before him, imposing and haunting against a backdrop of abyssal Cosmic Space.

“You live here?! Are you a princess? Where’s your tiara?” Collector asked, rapid fire.

“I’m not wearing it, yes I am, yes I do.”

The Collector looked around, his head on a swivel. “This place is so cool!”

Dani looked over at the Collector’s star themed outfit, “Yeah I had feeling you might like it,” she smiled. She flew up to her bedroom’s window, up in her tower, with the Collector following behind her as they entered in.

Taking up one entire wall, were shelves of her collections and souvenirs from her travels across the realms and Dani gleefully showed it off.

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BANG!

The door to Dani’s bedroom slammed open and Dan was standing there in all his asshole glory. Dan looked down with all his stupid height at the two little kids in the room who looked back up at him.

Dani glared up at her brother’s intrusion. W̴̡̛͍͚̳͊͌H̶̦͑A̸͎̩͇͂̓T̷̞̻͖̜͑̾̉͝?̶͚̩̍̆͊!̸̳̱̐̓ ̷̞͙̀ (leave-get-out-get-out) (anger- confusion-disdain) she silently scowled in ghost-speak.

BANG!

Gone, Dan slammed the door behind him. There was a moment of confusion and surprise. Then heard hollered throughout the Palace,

“DANI HAS A BOY IN HER BEDROOM!!!”

Dani’s face was aghast. The Collector’s was bewildered. They could hear the building thunder of a stampeding herd of wildebeests.

BANG!

“Oh look, Dani brought her first friend over,” cooed Jazz.

Danny firmly denied the sight in front of him. “No! No! You’re too young to be bringing boys over!”

“Oooh who gets to do the shovel talk?” Dan cackled.

“Sam” “Sam” “Me” Tucker, Jazz, and Sam said together.

“What about me?! I’m the Ghost King! I’m her Father!”

“Yeah,” Tucker acknowledges, “but Sam’s the scariest.”

“Excuse you, I’m right here,” Dan protested.

Sam rolled her eyes, “Yeah but you’re not gonna bother.”

“... nah you’re right,” Dan shrugged.

“No wait, hang on, I can too be scary. I can be very scary.”

“Danny, you have multiple times needed either Sam or I to correct your order when you receive the wrong one,” Jazz pointed out.

“OK!” Danny blustered. “This and that are two different things!”

“Sorry bro, just take the L. You’ve been outvoted.” Tucker rested a commiserating hand on Danny’s morose shoulder.

“Anyway” Jazz cheered, “it’s very nice to meet you…”

“The Collector” the boy introduced himself feeling shy all of sudden.

“It’s very nice to meet you, the Collector. Nevermind the noise, you’ll always be welcome here.”

“I’m glad to be here,” Collector sheepishly replied.

“ALRIGHT,” Dani started yelling, “OUT, OUT”, she shouted as she pushed her family out of her bedroom. “I’m so sorry,” Dani apologised to the bemused-looking Collector, “my family is so embarrassing,”

“You better keep the door open!”

“DANNY!”

@crossoverdanuary

#crossover danuary 2024 #the owl house #Team Phantom #Dani phantom #the collector

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