#gives me baby blue love and hot vibes

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Blurbs: With A Little Help From My Friends

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Summary: You and a few other WAGs do a prank on your boys by buying them all matching shirts for a get-together without them knowing.

Warnings: Fluff, unserious/funny, pranks

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine Universe: Into The Mystic

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January 20, 2024 - *36 weeks pregnant*

“Joe, I have your outfit laid out on the island in the closet.” - you

Joe’s head snapped away from the TV and over in my direction. I'd just walked into the kitchen from getting ready upstairs. Joe sat on the couch watching The Office reruns, all cuddled up with Tyson and Miles - looking adorable.

“What? I can pick my outfit out.” - Joe

“I know, but I ordered you a new shirt that I'd like you to wear.” - you

“Oh, okay. What is it?” - Joe

“A flannel.” - you

“Mmm, okay.” - Joe

A few moments later, I sat down on the couch with my boys, but Joe left just a minute later to get ready himself.

Robin and Jimmy were coming in a bit to watch the twins while Joe and I went over to Sam’s for a get-together with some of his teammates.

The guys had no idea, though, that the WAG’s group chat had been super active the past week leading up to tonight.

A prank was to ensue, and it was that we'd all secretly ordered the same shirt for our men. We'd all show up one by one, and the guy’s reactions to matching would be hilarious.

Plus, Joe would look hot as hell in a flannel.

Half an Office episode later, Joe came bounding down the stairs. The greyish flannel looked amazing on him, giving off major dad vibes, paired with regular-fitting blue jeans that had been sitting untouched in the closet since I'd ordered them.

I let out a teasing whistle, Joe blushing at the cat-call.

“You like?” - Joe

“Yes. You look amazing, Joey. Do a little spin for me?” - you

Joe happily obliged before searching for approval in my facial expression.

“Love it. I need to start sneaking more of this style into your side of the closet.” - you

“Is that style ‘I have two kids and another on the way’?” - Joe

“Bingo. I told you, you're a DILF.” - you

“You love to remind me of that.” - Joe

“Because it's true.” - you grinned

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There was a ring of the doorbell, and I went to stand up from the couch, but Joe ushered me to sit back down.

“Hey Mom, hey Dad. Thanks for watching the boys.” - Joe

“Oh, of course!” - Robin

Robin and Jimmy had barely made it into the house before they were ambushed by Tyson and Miles.

They happily hugged their grandbabies, and Jimmy picked up Miles in his arms.

“Where's your wife, Joseph Lee?” - Robin

“On the couch, she went to open the door, but I waved her off.” - Joe

Robin gave her son a proud nod, grateful that he was treating his pregnant wife as he should.

The five of them eventually walked back into the living room, and Joe plopped back onto the couch next to me, putting his arm around me on the back of the couch.

“You look great, y/n!” - Robin

“Aww, thank you. I'm feeling great as well. Baby girl is treating my bladder a lot better than the twins did.” - you laughed

“That's good! I love your dress, makes your bump pop.” - Robin grinned

“Joe actually picked it out.” - you

I put a hand on Joe’s chest and smiled up at him, a glint in his eye when he returned the soft grin.

“Wow, I would’ve never expected that.” - Robin

Laughing, I understood where she was coming from. My dress was a solid black, nothing like anything in Joe’s side of the closet.

“I picked his outfit out, though.” - you smiled

“That was my next question! That style looks good on you, Joey. You look very adult.” - Robin

“Thank you? I think.” - Joe

“It was meant to be a compliment. I think so, at least…” - Jimmy

A few seconds of laughter went by before Joe patted my thigh and spoke up.

“Ready to go, babe?” - Joe

“Sure!” - you

Joe stood up before turning around to me and putting a hand out to help me up.

Once I was on my feet, Joe let go of one of my hands but still held the other.

“We’ll be back later!” - Joe

He led me over to the garage door of the house and grabbed his keys to the Porsche off of the hook.

Sweetly, Joe walked me over to the passenger side of the car and opened my door for me, along with helping me sit down before shutting the door back.

“Whatcha wanna listen to?” - Joe

Joe always joked about my passenger princess ways, but here he was, offering me to pick the music before I even asked.

In the end, I pulled up my Spotify playlist “’60s-’70s Love Songs” and shuffled it.

Looking over at Joe as he backed out of the driveway, I giggled as he playfully rolled his eyes with a smile on his face at my music selection.

For dramatic effect, I grabbed onto Joe’s shoulder and sang Be My Baby by The Ronettes into my hand like I was holding a microphone.

“You're crazy.” - Joe laughed

“But you love me.” - you

“That I do, my baby.” - Joe

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I had my arm looped with Joe’s as we stood on Sam’s front porch. Joe had just rung the doorbell and now we're waiting for an answer.

Squeezing his bicep lightly, Joe’s eyes darted to me.

“You okay, Mama?” - Joe

“Mhm. Just love you in this shirt.” - you grinned

Just a few seconds later, the front door swung open, revealing Sam.

“Hey, Burrow’s! Woah- what the hell? Joe, are we matching?” - Sam

I giggled to myself as Joe and Sam looked down at their flannels and then at each other.

“That's weird man, but I def wore it better.” - Joe

Sam rolled his eyes before stepping to the side to let Joe and me inside the house.

I immediately greeted Jess, who complimented my pregnancy glow, and while we were deep into conversation, the doorbell rang again.

When Sam opened the door, Jess and I exchanged knowing looks at each other.

On the front porch, Cody Ford and Evan McPherson were laughing about the fact they had matching shirts on while Tianna and Gracie stood to the side laughing.

“What the hell!” - Sam

“You guys have it too?!” - Evan

Joe was full-on cackling, and I couldn't help but mirror my husband.

The girls walked over and sat next to me and Jess, our boys all pointing at each other’s shirts while laughing.

Thirty minutes later, over ten more guys had shown up, all in the same flannel, and Joe and his guys found it hilarious each time.

The girls and I all sat in a corner of the living room, recording and laughing at the reactions coming out of the guys.

They really were adult toddlers, but that's what makes being married to one fun.

After dinner, Joe found me by myself in the kitchen and wrapped his arms around me from behind. At first, I couldn't tell who it was because all the guys here had the same long-sleeved shirt on, and all I could see were the person's arms.

The thought didn't last too long when I saw the wedding ring on the person’s finger that was too unique to be anyone other than Joe.

“Hi, Mama.” - Joe

“Hi, Joey.” - you

“Can I ask you a question?” - Joe

“Of course.” - you

With Joe’s hands on my bump, I covered them with my own and let my head fall back onto his chest/shoulder.

“Who wore the shirt best?” - Joe

“I'm kinda biased, but you, for sure.” - you

“Yeah?” - Joe

“Mhm, I'm gonna start sneaking more flannels into your closet.” - you

“I'll wear ‘em if they get a good reaction out of you.” - Joe

“Oh, you know they will.” - you giggled

I turned around in Joe’s arms and looked into his gorgeous blue eyes, my hands on his chest.

Slowly, Joe leaned in and pressed his lips onto mine.

A minute later, we were still kissing. The craving for each other was never satisfied, but we were interrupted by a loud, fake, gagging sound.

“For the love of god, she's already pregnant! You guys are disgusting!” - Ja’Marr

I leaned my head onto Joe’s chest with a giggle as he glared at one of his best friends.

“Ja’Marr, get the fuck away!” - Joe

Ja’Marr threw his arms up in surrender before walking out of the kitchen. Joe turned back to me with a sly grin on his face.

“Sorry, Mrs. Burrow. Where were we?” - Joe

I’d never get tired of him calling me that.

“Mmm, I think we might've been kissing.” - you

“Let's test that theory.” - Joe

Just as Joe was leaning in, our lips brushed together, but something made him pull back.

“Y'all nasty!” - Ja’Marry whisper yelled

“Ja’Marr!!” - Joe yelled

Sure, they got annoying sometimes, but deep down, Joe knew he wouldn't get by without a little help from his friends. Even if said help was unwanted.

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[thesassypadawan]

Missed You (Hayden x FemReader)

Summary: You miss your big dork badly, so when he comes home…  Well, you just gotta make up for lost time.

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because it never hurts to be on the safe side.  Making out and…Hayden’s skilled tongue and luscious lips.

Notes: A little something for @luvskywxlker!  (You had some very perfect timing for this, just saying. 😉)  Hope you like it!  ❤️

- As much as you wanted to go with Hayden to his latest event, you, unfortunately, had to stay home…stupid job. And since you’re missing your big dork like crazy, you decide to try to cheer yourself up with some of your favorite comfort things.

- A bottle of wine, your fuzzy blanket, one of his t-shirts, and, of course, that one special movie. Everything was going great. You were starting to feel your mood really lift and vibing pretty good. Until a certain scene came on…

- “Don’t worry, baby boy! I still love you; crispy, barbeque butt and all!” You yell at the screen, big crocodile tears streaming down your face.

- You were very caught up in the moment. So much, in fact, that not only don’t you hear the front door open, but also a familiar voice calling out your name.

- Since you don’t properly answer, unless sobbing ‘Anniii’ counts, the source of that familiar voice sneaks up on you. And then proceeds to scare the ever-living shit out of you when… “Really, angel? Revenge of the Sith? You must have been missing me bad,” Hay chuckles, plopping down on the couch beside you.

- “What the?!” You dramatically squeak out, instinctively grabbing onto his shirt and burrowing yourself into his side.

- More laughter. “Sorry, baby, didn’t mean to do that!” Followed by his strong arms wrapping around you. “Let me make it up to you,” he says all sweetly. Pulling you into his lap, blanket and all.

- You want to be mad at him oh so badly. But seeing his smiling face, you can’t help but do so yourself. “You better,” you giggle giving him a playful smack.

- “Don’t I always,” he mutters. Lips just barely brushing against yours, large hands trailing down your arms and resting them on your hips.

- Shivering at his touch, goosebumps freckle your skin. Oh the things he could do to you. “Haayyy.”

- “Yeah?” He whispers, voice deep and gravelly. Blue eyes gazing intensely into yours.

- Leaning in close, your chest pressed into his. You gently grip his biceps and softly sigh. “Missed you.”

- His hand came up, cupping your cheek. “Missed you too.” And captures your lips, pulling you into a hot, searing kiss.

- Your head spins, body feels all flushed. Lips gliding over one another, so hungry and desperate for a taste. Your arms lazily wind around his thick neck, somehow drawing yourself even closer to him.

- Hayden bites down on the soft cushion of your bottom lip. Making you moan, to which he takes the opportunity and slips his tongue into your mouth. The kiss becoming more heated, as his totally dominates yours.

- Pulling away; both of you panting, lungs greedy for air. “Sweet as always.” He flashes you a small grin before his lips are back on yours.

- Wrapping your legs tightly around his waist, your throbbing core brushes against his hard cock. Causing each of you to moan and groan. His hands sliding down to knead and grope your ass.

- Passionate, needy kisses move down your neck. His teeth grazing over the sensitive skin, mouth marking you up so beautifully. His tongue gliding across your collarbone, savoring every inch of you.

- You gasp as he finds your sweet spot, nails digging into his broad shoulders. Your toes practically curling from the pleasure. “Fuck, Hay,” you whine, hips slowly dragging on his thighs and lap. “Please, pretty please.”

- Giving you one last nip, he, much to your disappointment, pulls away. His hot breath fanning over you, sending sparks of pleasure up and down your spine. “What do you say we continue this in the bedroom?”

- Biting your lip, you excitedly nod.

- “That’s, my girl.” Squeezing your butt firmly one last time, he grabs your hand and the half-drunk bottle of wine.

- Before you two go running off… “Wait!” You pause the movie. “Wouldn’t want to miss the ending.”

- Shaking his head, Hayden laughs and gives you a gentle tug. “Come on, little dork. I can’t stand to miss you a minute longer.”

- A wicked grin crosses your face as you slip an arm around his middle. “At least I’m not the one who talked about my snow blower in front of a huge audience.”

- You got a light tap on the ass for that one. “And my ride on lawn mower, don’t forget that.”

[eternalsa2z]

DM In Your DMs

You were introduced by your friend Nally. After plenty of teasing and toying and asking if you were sure you were ready to meet this model. Not just excited. Like busting out of your seat and bra ready.

You insisted that you were and the Instagram reveal didn't disappoint. She goes by the name 'Doll Mistress' and she is H - O - T HOT HOT HOT. She looked like a queen in her full glory, her gaze admiring her many worshipers as she gives them a brief glance at her perfection.

She def had a bit of a 'rich bitch' or 'ice queen' vibe, which normally doesn't match your sweet girly vibes. Even if her look still made you melt into a puddle. But that doesn't mean she can't rock a bit of a girl next door look. You know, if that girl was an heiress at the next mansion over in the gated community.

Still you couldn't help but be obsessed by this look. Her pony was clearly a fake extension and her faux fur boots were a bit much. But then again that fit her vibes, doesn't it? As if she was saying:

"I'm pretty. I'm plastic. I don't care who knows. Worship me"

Gawd what you wouldn't give to worship in front of Doll Mistress. You'd die if she slipped into your DMs. Or at least you died and went to heaven. Because one day, late in your timezone and early in hers, she sent you a message.

"Hello Kiki. I heard you were a pretty cute bimbo doll who's been having some stupid bullies say mean things. Why don't you let Doll Mistress take care of them...then we can go on a date"

You of course, through your bimbo babbling in sheer fangirling, manage to explain that while you love the support, you are a committed bimbo. Her next DM makes it clear that she's simply chuckling at your cuteness.

"Oh I know. I'm not looking for a relationship. Just a doll to play with"

True to her word, the homophobes and patriarchy pushers slowly disappear from your site. You also notice a corresponding uptick in extra girly, submissive bimbos talking up how pretty you are. It's great because you need the pep talk ahead of your first date...er, totally platonic meeting.

You spend forever picking out your outfit. You need to look perfect. Make a good impression for Mistress. You end up looking cute - but she shows up looking stunning, showing up to your date dressed in feminine finery. Making baby boy blue look as good as girly pink.

She has a beautiful floral adornment right around her throat. Perhaps it's a metaphor for her tight grasp on femininity. Or perhaps a future indication of how soon her ice queen grip will extend to a beautiful bimbo flower like yourself. You squeeze your legs together during the whole meal, imagining the second scenario.

She has you in her clutches from that day on. You're obsessed with her beautiful face and hair. Envious of her fashionable clothes. Above all else, in awe of her attitude and how she rocks her look to the fullest.

The next time you meet in person, your Doll Mistress casually drags a fur coat behind her, like the expensive treasured item is nothing to her.

God what you wouldn't give to be that coat…dragged around behind her…following in her footsteps. She's so incredible. You can't even say anything intelligent, just "OMG!" over and over again as she arrives. Her plush lips curl into a smile, a rare sighting worth more than her entire wardrobe.

"I'm glad you like my look, Kiki. You could be seeing a lot more of it. Come with me. Be my doll."

It's three months later. You and your wife have moved in with Doll Mistress. She spoils and pampers your wife, slowly turning her into a little plastic trophy, a mini-version of herself. You, on the other hand, are her pretty little doll. The one she brings everywhere, even stowing you away in a custom dollbox in her luggage when she travels on vacation. It's worth it to spend time with her and relax at the Bimbo Resort.

"Kiki? Mistress is out of her glass of BMBO. Won't you be a doll and scurry over to the cabana to get me a refill?"

"Yes Mistress! Of course Mistress! Anything you want!" you squeal excitedly, eager to be helpful.

"Good girl. If you return fast enough, I'll let you lotion up my back again" she purrs.

Quickly you bound away as fast as your high heels, wiggling butt, and jiggling bimbo titties will let you. Mistress has been so generous in turning you into her little bimbo pet. Serving her drinks is the least you can do for her!

Plus…the enticing thought of being allowed to touch her perfect plastic body…that's all the payment a doll like you needs. Just a bimbo doll serving her Doll Mistress.

[gamermattsgf]

Coming of age movie hot takes // Matt + Chris

YES, I realise that this is not a proper piece of writing, but don’t worry babies, mommy has got u covered for the weekend coming (hopefully) *nervous laugh*.

You guys can ignore this absolute yapping if u want but it’s really something that I must get off my chest because I think about it an unhealthy amount and make up too many scenarios for each of them in my head with themes and certain plot lines included. Plus, I feel like some of u are absolutely gonna eat this up lol.

But… here are my individual hot takes for both Matt and Chris and what kind of coming of age films they look like they’d star in + with specifically random but accurate details included. (Obviously these are all my own ideas and they may be vastly different to someone else’s, but I felt as though tumblr was the perfect place to brain dump this onto all of u lovely readers)

Matt:

So first up is Matt. Matt gives very much one of those low budget indie coming of age movies where the quality may not be as good but the cinematography is beautiful, as is the plot line. Matt’s movie is the kind of movie you would go to watch and sob at for the entire time because it’s so irrevocably soul-crushing that it tears your heart up piece by piece. If he were to be in an indie movie I feel like it would low-key give off the same kind of energy as something like ‘All the Bright Places’ or possibly even ‘Five Feet Apart’.

Something absolutely tragic is bound to happen in Matt’s movie, and I feel like him dying due to some kind of terminal illness is a high possibility because I don’t know why, it just fits his vibe in a really weird way? Like- his coming of age movie has to be unbareably depressing for some reason.

He’s delicate and gentle, one of those really interesting characters that has so many layers/complications to him. Him and his main love interest share such an odd but heart-warming relationship that you just can’t help but be stuck thinking about the movie days after it’s finished. It bothers you so much that their happy ending was just out of reach.

For the soundtrack, I’m mostly getting Phoebe Bridgers vibes (specifically her Punisher album), something that’s mind-numbingly sad and fits the overall heartache of the cinematography so well that you just want to cry whenever something like ‘Smoke Signals’ or ‘Halloween’ plays beneath the ensuing dialogue. Also, in addition to Phoebe, I also get heavy Current Joys vibes such as ‘In a Year of 13 Moons’ and ‘A Different Age’. The very thought of imagining it makes me want to flat out sob.

Outfit / aesthetic wise for Matt, I envision very much warm brown leather jackets and baggy blue jeans with beat up sneakers and knitted sweaters. He always carries a tattered notebook and drives around a beat up pick-up truck. He smokes red Marlboro cigarettes and constantly seems to have one neatly tucked behind his ear (what-? It would literally look so pretty matched up with his beard and fluffy hair combo… don’t kill me). He’s shy and likes to keep himself to himself but is also hopelessly in love with our main character that also sort of keeps to herself, so he decides to pursue her before it’s too late.

I also feel like this Matt would for sure write 100 love letters to the main character but she would only discover them hidden within his notebook after he had died because when he was still alive he would never tell her what he was writing down whenever they shared moments together. Possibly Matt never got the chance to confess his feelings whilst he was alive, so they stayed forever friends and nothing more right up until he slipped through her fingers at the very end…?

(Bye I’m sobbing, why the fuck does my mind have to be so vivid and imaginative??)

Chris:

For Chris I feel like it’s a little different. His coming of age movie would definitely be a mix between a light-hearted comedy of the classic ‘underdog that finally gets the girl’ whilst also incorporating really important life lessons into the mix of the colourfully bursting screenplay. In contrast, the cinematography is just as beautiful as Matt’s, but in a hazier way, so I’m getting very much party + late night hang out vibes from what Chris’ gives off. This includes darker, more moodier lighting, almost like ‘Euphoria’ in a way. I think his movie would more so correlate with either something like ‘Perks of being a Wallflower’ or even something like ‘10 things I hate about you’. I think the added comedy matches up with Chris’ personality in real life perfectly.

There’s definitely got to be one of those cliche scenes where they lock eyes at a party and all of the other guys on the football team are staring at the most well-known girl in school but Chris only has eyes for our main character. There’s some form of blue/pink/purple flashing lights and everything seems to take place in slow motion as they tentatively peer at each other from opposite sides of the random fish tank before them (Romeo and Juliet style) or some other form obstacle in the way.

For Chris’ soundtrack, I’m thinking something a little more upbeat, and I was possibly debating on Lorde, her songs fit Chris perfectly in my opinion, and no one understands the young mind quite like she does. The emotional vulnerability of her songs mesh together beautifully with Chris’ love language of touch and teenage curiosity and I can just envision something like ‘Perfect Places’ or ‘Hard Feelings’ playing over the back of one of those ending monologues where the movie cuts to a bunch of different scenes as maybe Chris says something really sappy and sentimental over the top of them in his voiceover.

Finally, outfit / aesthetic wise for Chris, I would normally put him in his baggy light-wash jeans and then pair it with a white t-shirt and some form of a zip up hoodie with a backwards cap, but to be honest, most of what Boston Chris used to wear way back when works pretty well too. I’m thinking, typical high school student attire, he’s on the lacrosse team, and is always wholesomely trying his best to impress the girl he’s had a crush on for years with his skills, giving the movie that light, feel-good atmosphere that leaves you with a fuzzy glow after you’ve rewatched it for about the 5th time.

(Again, actually sobbing, I wish these two brief ideas of movies actually existed wtf)

Author’s notes: I’m sorry if this is literally so stupid but I think about it so much, and I think about a lot of other possible movies the triplets look like they could star in. In fact, I even have a whole entire second series sitting in my camera roll of me explaining what horror movies I think each of them would look good in, so if u guys end up liking this one, then I would consider giving u a breakdown of my horror movie ideas if anyone were to wish it hehe. But thank u for listening to my rant and I hope it makes as much sense in your head as it did in mine… 🎀

People who I think would entertain this yapping and enjoy what I have to say here: @luv4kozume @luverboychris @lovingmattysposts @luvmila444 @rootbeerworshiper @nicksmainbitch @lacysturniolo @thesturniolos @strniohoeee @asturniolos @sturniolosreads @sturniolosstar @meanttomeet @sturniolowhore @mattscokewhore @matthemunch @mattestrella @vecnasnose0 @ellie-luvsfics @imwetforyourmom @breeloveschris @kvtie444 @stursweet @bernardsgf @fake-sturniolos @mattslutt @1800chokedathoe @orangeypepsi

[love-toxin]

guh......climbing out of my hole of uni final papers for a moment.....bc i have to talk abt mike some more.....specifically dad(dy) mike-

(cws: fnaf movie spoilers, breeding, me being nasty right on schedule)

like....i can't get over it. he just strikes me as such dad material. he gives me the vibes of exhausted + mentally worn out + don't need another kid to run after but as soon as he's, like, free from the horrors and/or financially stable? he'd just be like "........so honey when are we having a baby??" right out of the blue. i get the feeling that he'd normally be a big family guy (hence the family photos everywhere and the.....intense childhood nostalgia) and he'd probably be all over starting his own if he wasn't dealing with all the death and murder and kidnapping and dream hopping and blah blah blah.

but anyways. baby. thinkin he wants one soooooooo badly.........and he'd be so stupid protective like a big, husband-shaped guard dog. we saw him in the fountain scene nobody can tell me he wouldn't go apeshit over protecting his little babus and their ultra hot momma--plus, at some point when Abby grows up he'd probably get such awful empty nest syndrome he'd be biting his nails not having someone to provide for and protect. that's his purpose! he's gotta be the strong one that gets shit done, hence knocking up some pretty thing that's got those pretty doe eyes and pretty hair and other pretty features for his kids to inherit.

i don't think it would hit him right away either, he'd think he's fine until he's blowin your back out and it hits him like ".....oh. shit," when he realizes how much he doesn't wanna pull out. not just because it feels good to bust a load so thick you leak all over the pillows, but because you might end up with a baby bump and that would be even cuter. you wouldn't even be able to trap him if you wanted to cause he wouldn't care about the contraception anyways--if you want to risk it, he'll risk it, and you might not expect how deep he goes as he tries to knock you up on the first try. you're not even half as crazy as he is, draining his balls inside you like it's an olympic sport just so he can make you take a test in two weeks. even if he can't afford it he'll take time off work just to keep you in bed for a couple days, give it a real good try so he can say he put everything he has into it. it's a good excuse for him to fall asleep still nestled inside you too, his weight pressing you down so you can't get up with all that cum slowly leaking down your legs. trying for a baby is so much fun and so intoxicating mike probably won't even realize how much work it'll really be until you start showing, but by then it's kinda too late anyways and it's not like he'd wanna go back and change it. seriously, he's so fucking lucky to even talk to you, much less be the father of your children and possibly your future husband.

but then he's got something so sweet and adorable to protect besides you on the horizon, something he can cuddle and kiss and rock to sleep and read bedtime stories to like he's loved doing with abby and always did with garrett, including all the silly voices he's made up to make them giggle and plead for just a few more pages. he can be even better than his parents and he'll finally have the second chance he's been dying for--and this time, nothing is gonna take what he loves away from him. nothing.

[toxicanonymity]

any way we could get more speakeasy!joel where reader is giving him a bj under the bar ? i miss him so much 💔

hell yeah, I love ultra horny Joel 🥵❤️‍🔥

under the table

850 / horny!Joel x f!reader

Warnings: I8+ mdni Oral (m) receiving, exhibitionism, non-degrading horny talk. Standalone drabble but can pick up from speakeasy teddy. The song ball and biscuit by the white stripes has speakeasy vibes to me.

A blues song is playing in the Speakeasy while the boys celebrate their return home from a long smuggling trip.  Joel is always insatiable when he gets back.  You're straddling him in a booth. You press your palm into the warm, firm bulge in his jeans and he thrusts into your hand as you slowly massage him.  “Sexy as hell,”  he growls behind your ear and gently bites your neck.  “Wanna fuck ya right here,” he whispers gruffly and all your blood goes to your loins.  He grabs your ass cheeks and yanks you closer again, preferring to pleasure himself with your body.  Your skirt is history - pulled up all the way over your ass.

He pulls down the strap of your lace teddy – the one he had you wear out in public.  He takes your breast out, feeling it gently, then harder, knitting his brows.  His other arm is around your back, bracing you as he rhythmically thrusts into the damp lace of your crotch. Joel's hardness between your legs makes you weak all over, and you’re getting the front of his jeans wet. He doesn’t mind at all. He feeds your nipple to his mouth and  hums “Mmm” into it, making you sigh.  Tommy looks back toward your booth and blood rises to your face. 

“Joel,” you whisper and he looks  up at you with his mouth still on your tit.  

“What?” 

You glance behind him and nod toward the boys. Tommy has looked away. Joel covers your nipple with his mouth and his eyes sparkle deviously. He does what he wants, where he wants, when he wants.  He’ll stop if you really want him to, but nah.  Not when you’re this turned on. You reach between you and unbutton his jeans.  “Go for it, baby,” he says.  You unzip him and take his hard cock out of his boxers.  It makes you salivate at first sight.  When he got home that afternoon, you were too busy fucking to admire it.  Your fingers face downward and you rub it a few times, then he yanks you closer again, putting your damp, needy crotch up against his hardness. You sigh then reach one of your feet back onto the floor under the table.  He raises an eyebrow knowingly. 

Joel’s horny eyes watch you the whole way down his body as you slowly make your way under the table and get on your pretty little knees.  He spreads his thighs wide for your access and gets close to the edge of the seat, slouching in the booth. You take his cock in both hands then hover over it.  You watch his denim shirt, turned on by how his belly rises and falls with heavier breaths as he feels the warm humidity of your breath on the tip. 

You suck the head into your mouth and he inhales deeply.  You look up at him as you swirl your tongue around it, then curl your lips over your teeth and suck more of him into your mouth, abandoning eye contact.  You suck in as much of his shaft as you can and firmly drag your tongue along the underside as you bob your head.  His hips lift, gently pushing himself into your mouth in rhythm with your masterful work.  You suck from the back of your throat and manage not to gag as his tip slides down, making him grunt and clear his throat to stop from choking on his own saliva. The sight of you down there makes his mouth water, too.

“You’re so damn hot, baby,” he murmurs and brings his hand to the back of your head, gently guiding you into him.  “Fuck, baby. You got the prettiest mouth.”  And he has the filthiest. 

You drag your lips up to tease the head again, swirling your tongue, sucking hard, then taking more of his shaft.  “Wish you were sittin’ on my face right now,” he says.  You wouldn’t put it past him to try 69 in the bar.  “Told you I’d be hungry, baby.”  He already went down on you an hour ago before fucking you stupid.  He reads your mind.  “Had me a snack, but I need a feast.” 

“Mmm,” you hum into his cock and he inhales deeply.  You add power from your tongue and suction from your throat and he shudders.  

His fingertips tense, pressing firmer into the back of your head.  You look up and can tell he’s close.  He can fuck your face if he wants. His thrusts intensify and his mouth opens into a lazy string of, “Mmmmmm… ohhhhhh,” not loud but not quiet. 

The chatter of the boys dies down for a second then picks back up.  Your mouth focuses on his tip while you wrap your hand around his shaft. “Fuck yeah,” he sighs quieter, still thrusting into your mouth. “Ready, baby?”  You hum your agreement, sealing your lips tighter.  His shaft pulses in your hand and mouth, and you quietly moan “Mmm,” as his cum hits the back of your throat. 

When he’s finished coming, his head falls back against the booth, looking absently at the ceiling as he strokes your head affectionately. You tuck him back into his boxers and zip up his jeans, then climb back into the booth and he puts your legs in his lap.  Tommy comes over and hangs his arm over the booth.  

“You know we got a bathroom here, right?”

Joel replies, “Thought ya said people need to use it.”  When he slides out of the booth to get a drink, the front of his jeans are still shiny.

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Hotchner with a housewife reader? Like just this pretty little strawberry patterned apron cottage core vibe wife who just loves him and looking after Jack and stuff

hotch with his tired housewife reader ♡ 1k words

You look tired in the softest way. 

"You can help me pour this one if you want to, Jackie," you say. 

Hotch's chest aches with fondness. You sound exhausted, and he knows it's his fault for coming in late last night. He's learned by now that you're always gonna wait up for him, it doesn't matter how often he tells you not to, and as a result you're nearly as tired as he is.

Exhausted, but you're speaking to Jack like he's the most precious thing on earth. 

"I don't want to spill it," he says worriedly. 

Still, he crowds your legs. You get your hands under his armpits and pick him up, a blur of blue and white matching pyjamas. Hotch has his own pair, somewhere. 

You slot Jack onto the countertop next to the frying pan.

"Can you hold on to me? You're not gonna fall, baby, but it will make me feel better." 

Jack screws his hand into your front. 

"Okie-smokie," you mumble. "Um. Okay, first, the pan needs some more…" You pour a generous amount of oil into the frying pan and spread it around. "Jack, you know how hot this is, right?"

"Too hot to touch." 

"Yeah, baby," — you yawn, your shoulders stretching back until they click — "too hot. Good boy." 

Hotch reminds himself to give you a good massage. 

"How much do I pour?" Jack asks curiously. 

"I'll tell you when to stop."  

Hotch quite likes watching you both. He doesn't doubt that you love Jack, but seeing you alone together only cements it. He'd be ashamed to say you spend more time with Jack than he does if he didn't know how well you look after him. Look after them both. 

"Good morning," he says, announcing his presence. 

"Daddy, I'm cooking," Jack informs, peeking at him from over your shoulder. 

Hotch smiles. "Yeah, buddy, I can see that." 

You lift your head but don't turn from the frying pan where you're trying to make Jack's pancake pancake-shaped. "Good morning, handsome," you murmur.

He comes to stand at your hip, nudging you over so he can take over Jack duties. "Where's your apron, honey?" he asks gently. 

You always get so sad when oil ruins your clothes. He knows your heart would break if you ruined your matching ones. You'd been ecstatic when he first gave them to you. 

His question works to wake you up some. "I totally forgot," you say with a huge smile. "Watch the pancake." 

"Yes, ma'am," he says, carding a hand through Jack's soft hair. 

It's more of a crepe than a classic American pancake, thin and crisping on the edges. He accepts the spatula you offer him and then your distracted kiss against his shoulder, your hand squeezing his bicep. "Good morning," you say again. 

He doesn't have time to kiss you back. You walk to the alcove left of the kitchen door and pull out your new apron, a vinyl, shiny cream colour dotted in dainty red strawberries. You tie the strings at the back and then insecurity flutters over your face. 

"Do I look okay?" you ask.

"Yes," Jack says, the word clumsily said but extremely earnest. "It's pretty!" 

"You look very pretty, honey," he agrees. 

Insecurity turns to flustered delight. "Thanks, boys." 

Hotch plates up Jack's pancake and helps him down off of the counter, stealing a quick hug from him. 

"Daddy," he protests.

"What?"

Jack grins at him and sprints to the kitchen table as soon as he lets go, climbing into his seat with a cheer. "Pancakes!" 

"Come on, buddy," he chides mildly, "that's your best friend. Be polite." 

"Pancakes, please, Y/N." 

You share a secret smile with Hotch. There's a little crystal of sleep in the corner of your eye that he needs to wipe away. He waits for you to finish pouring another pancake before he tries it. 

"Honey," he murmurs, sliding a hand behind your neck, thumb encouraging your chin up. 

You have total trust in him. You don't flinch at his fingertip poking at the corner of your eye, which is a feat in itself because his fingers aren't exactly small. He dislodges the sleep and forgets all about it, diverted by your expression. It melts him how he melts you, your immediate deflation under his hands and how you relax when he's near. 

"D'you wanna sit down?" he asks. 

You rest your cheek heavily in his hand. "No, it's my turn to make breakfast. Don't," — you yawn again, hiding your open mouth with his palm, "try it, Hotchner." 

"It's always your turn to make breakfast, if you're to be believed." 

"I like making you breakfast." 

He inches forward until his nose is whispering over your cheek. "I know," he whispers, kissing your jaw. "I like making you breakfast, too." He gives you a much firmer kiss, tone lifting into self-righteousness. "That's why you should let me. Stop being selfish." 

You try to gasp in indignation but end up laughing instead, pushing at his chest with insincere hands. 

"I can make breakfast," Jack offers hopefully. 

You smile at Hotch in your Please can I spoil him? sort of way. He has no choice but to smile back. 

"You," you say, pleased, "can eat this pancake. And another one after that. With sugar." 

Jack laughs in a similar pleasure, that saccharine sweet, indulgent giggling that makes Hotch love him impossibly more. Love you both more. You turn back to your frying pan and he kisses the slice of skin before your ear, giving your poor shoulders a squeeze full of promise. 

A massage, he thinks. You deserve a whole spa treatment. Lucky that the holidays are coming up. 

"Be reasonable," he says as he turns away from you, opening the small sugar jar and offering it to Jack with a spoon. 

Jack is not reasonable. He dumps a heaping pile of sugar straight into the middle of his pancake. Your charmed laughter from the stove makes it difficult to tell him off. Hotch gives up when he realises he can't stop laughing. 

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Sugar Baby Love

Pairing: CEO!Rich!Chris Evans x !Reader

Summary: Finally getting their relationship sorted out leads to a hot night filled with passionate lovemaking, !Dad!Chris at the end?! Major family man vibes xoxo !Fluffy smut!

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

Possible continuation: Just like Daddy

Warnings: Spit play, mentions of anal, fingering, clit stimulation, obviously sex, oral, spanking (slightly), a tiny argument but that’s it

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(Y/n's P.O.V)

You could say Chris and I's relationship dynamic was a bit of a weird one. It all started when he saw me as an intern at his company under his assistant, if you asked me I thought he absolutely hated my guts. Then within months he had asked me to work under him, basically as his secretary, although one he would eat lunch with and sleep with? Slowly but surely it turned into a relationship where he’d spoil the crap out of me, as long as I spent personal time with him. Call it a sugar baby relationship? I’m not sure.

The help was definitely welcomed considering I was still at the ripe age of 25, and to have this 35 year old giving me a house and everything I needed? I was not one to complain about that.

With him I get what I want, when I want.

“Come on baby, tell your king what you want” He cooed, stroking my cheek with his thumb, his other hand focused on parking his car into his driveway.

“You picked me up too early from the party, I was still enjoyin myself” I pouted fiddling with the hem of my baby blue mini dress, hearing him sigh before unbuckling his seat belt. “you know the rules princess, i’m yours and you’re mine. Safe to say you were not actin like it, now were you?” He said in a knowing tone, bending over to my side, his lips inches away from mine as I shook my head no.

“And what do you have to say for yourself?” He said leaning back, flicking his wrist to fix the massive watch on his wrist, acting dismissively. “M'sorry” I murmured knowing damn well I was in the wrong, tears brimming my eyes know I had hurt his feelings. He had done so much for me and I couldn’t even respect his one wish, it was one dance with one guy I had dated before.

“I know you are baby, it’s okay I forgive ya. I know you love me dearly” He chuckled, leaning down to place a precious kiss onto my cheek, his hand caressing my thigh affectionately. “You love me yeah? Don’t you gorgeous girl?” He coaxed, nuzzling his nose against my neck, his tongue licking a strip up to my ear.

“mm I do love you Chris, I promise” I whimpered, his hands dipping up my skirt and fiddling with the thin middle section of my thong, his fingers basically playing with my folds.

“Good cause you know I love you even more hun” He breathed out, sitting upright, and while pulling his fingers out from under my skirt he pulled the elastic along with him. Letting the thong slap back onto my swollen clit, a jolt passing through my body causing him to hum deeply. “Get out of the car, and wait for me inside babe” He commanded suddenly serious, I knew what this meant.

Not questioning him I rushed out of his car and opened his front door with the spare key I had. Kneeling down I waited and within seconds a big golden fluffy dog hoisted itself into my arms, giving me kisses and licks all over my face.

“Oh Dodger boy I missed you, my tiny baby” I cooed massaging both his hears, when I heard those same dress shoes clicking on the floor behind me. Chris stood in front of me, his hand offered out for me to hold to get up. I gingerly took his hand, his fingers knitting perfectly with mine, bringing it up to his lips for a quick kiss he led us towards the staircase. Both of us waving a little goodbye to Dodger for the meantime.

“What are we doing Chrissy?” I asked quietly, lowkey freaked out by his unbroken silence as he pushed the door open and closed it with his foot. Lightly pushing me into our bedroom he took off his suit jacket, and headed straight into the bathroom where I saw him turn on the tap for the three person bathtub we had set up so we could relax together. These past 9 months, I guess you could say we got accustomed to living together, even if our relationship had no labels on it.

“Do you really wanna be with me Y/n?” He questioned facing away from me, unbuckling his belt and shimmying off his work trousers.

“Of course I do, what kinda question is that?”

“Do you see yourself with me, married” He questioned stopping his actions, his arms swinging loosely by his side.

“Yes”

I answered confidently, knowing I would never let this man go, doesn’t matter how hard he tries to shrug me off. He is mine and I am his.

“Ok good, because I can only see myself marrying you. I love you” I heard him say, his voice now shakier than before.

“Ya promise?” I teased, copying his words from earlier, watching as he turned around and told me off with the raise of an eyebrow instantly making me shut up.

“You wanna join me for a bath?” He quirked, his hands already pulling up the hem of my dress over my head, not even waiting to know my answer because he already knew it as a yes.

Letting me undo his tie and unbutton his shirt, we walked towards the bathroom with him getting in first so I could lay against him. “Do you actually love me?” I asked, my head against the sound of his beating heart, awaiting his answer I softly stroked his happy trail down his stomach which slowly led to under the water.

“At the start of us, I didn’t know what we were but I never expected any of this. No doubt I was convinced i’d be confined to just sexual relationships for life, but you changed it Y/n. I fell so hard within the first few weeks, that these past 8 months have been complete torture not being able to officially call you mine. I know you don’t want me for money, you treat me like a human being, you love and care for me even when you don’t need to” He said softly, his finger absentmindedly trailing up and down my arm slowly.

“What about you, do ya actually love this old man?” He joked.

“Shut up you’re not old. I am in love with you Chris Evans and even if I wanted to stop loving you, my heart wouldn’t allow it. It belongs to you now, so don’t you dare break it” I threatened feeling his chuckle vibrate through his chest beneath me.

“I wouldn’t even dream of it sweet girl” He said now a whisper, our comfortable silence accompanied by the sound of the water breaking.

His hand went under the water, shadowing around the area of my thighs before I felt his finger on my clit. Rubbing slow circles, I felt him leave hot open mouthed kisses onto my shoulder, small mewls leaving my mouth the harsher he went.

“You sound so cute princess, all for me to see and hear yeah?”

Nodding my head slowly I felt his fingers separate my folds and spreading them apart, one of his fingers now entering my wet cavern. His palm now taking over the duty of stimulating my red swollen clit, my body jerking under the water as he held me flushed against his body.

“Jus relax doll, i’m here to take care of ya, all jus for you” His voice sounding sexy as hell, he thrusted his fingers in and out of my hole rapidly, his palm wasting no time at rubbing my clit with no abandon.

“Chris baby, I-I think i’m gonna”

“Let loose baby, let it all out for me baby” He whispered right against the shell of my ear, his teeth gritted together as he went even faster on my lower half, screams erupting me as I came

“f-f- FUCK” I exclaimed feeling my legs shake and go numb after that orgasm, Chris' fingers now giving my clit slow circles to let me ride out my high. “You did so good for me baby” He cooed his arms now wrapped around my torso holding me up against his wet body. Tilting my head to the side his lips melted onto mine, his fingers now teasing my hardened nipples.

“Let’s get into some clothes babe” He whispered parting from my lips, picking me up with him and out of the bath.

(In the Bedroom)

I watched as Chris got settled into bed in his birthday suit, something we did after some hot steamy sex, he always claimed he wanted to feel me even closer. Not feeling satisfied enough after tonight I was at the foot of the bed and decided to dive under the blanket and crawl up towards him.

“What are you doing you little minx” He laughed peeking at me from above the blanket, watching closely as I took his cock in my hands and spit on it. Giving his red bulbous head a passionate kiss before taking him whole in my mouth. Feeling each of his veins under my tongue as I took him as deep as I could, his arms flipping the blanket, down putting us both out in the open.

“Fahk I love your mouth babe, making your man feel all good, you love doin that dont ya?” He growled grabbing my hair into a makeshift pony as I moaned on his cock as a reply to his statement. Pulling away from his cock I took his balls into my mouth, jerking his cock off with my hand as I licked and kissed them. His mouth sending out deep breaths and curses as if they were money bills.

“Fuck baby you still want that Birkin bag? I’ll get you whatever the fuck you want after this”

Feeling his cock twitch in my hands, I immediately sat up to squat over his cock, his hands going to hold onto my ass cheeks. Both of us moaning out when I lowered myself onto his cock, his balls bottoming out into me, his pubic hair scratching onto my sensitive clit.

“Go on babe, bounce on my cock like you always do, like the slut you are” He moaned out gripping onto my hips to help me move at a steady rhythm, his head moving up to suckle onto one of my nipples. His tongue moving rapidly around the sensitive bud as I bounced helplessly up and down.

“Fuck baby, I love your dick” I moaned out uncontrollably, with both the stimulation on my clit and nipples I felt pure ecstasy rippling through my body, spanks being sent consistently to my ass.

“Baby you’re so sexy God I can’t believe you’re all mine”

“Well you best believe it babe, cause this is all yours to have whenever you want” I moaned out again, squealing when I felt him turn me over so I was now underneath him. This man’s strength is unbelievable. Not even giving me a second to breathe he started pummel driving his cock into me, his head dipping down

“Stick out your fucking tongue” Looking at him confused I stuck out my tongue shyly, watching his eyes cloud with lust. He took my tongue into his mouth sucking on it wildly, his spit dribbled into my mouth due to his assault on my tongue.

“God you taste divine, now play with your wet clit while I fuck you” He growled, my hand going onto my clit rubbing in different directions, my swollen pussy burning in the best way possible.

His balls slapping my ass every time he thrusted into me. “Maybe I should play with your ass next time, you’d love that wouldn’t you?” He teased as I nodded, his finger rubbing over my asshole before returning back to my clit.

“Look at this baby, this is all ours” He said grabbing my chin to make me look down, a string of cum connecting both of our centres where we meet, due to how wet we had both gotten. “You’re so dirty Chris” I whimpered out, his hand holding onto my wrist to circle my clit faster, my teeth biting hard into my bottom lip.

“Want me to spit on you babe? like the whore you are, wan' me to make you all nice n' wet?”

“Mhm yes please” I whimpered out, nodding enthusiastically as I held my tongue out once again, his spit flying into my mouth and lips. Bringing his head down he pushed his tongue into my mouth and explored my mouth rapidly. His tongue darting along with mine trying to taste every inch of me,

“I love you so much” He moaned out into the kiss interlacing our hands together by my head, his cum spilling into me as I came with him. My legs buckling around his waist as I pulled him closer to me, his face hidden in my neck, both of us breathing deeply.

“I love you too babe, so much” I whispered bringing him for one last kiss, before he turned to the side and brought me up against him.

“That was amazing Chrissy” I whispered looking up to see his flushed red face, his eyes closed.

“You okay hun?” I asked sitting up to check on him,

“i’m doing amazingly baby, with you by my side. Jus never let me go please” He whispered his face leaning against mine,

“I would never Chris. Never”

(5 Years later)

(Chris' P.O.V)

“Papa can I ask you something?” I heard my four year old ask shyly, her pink unicorn pyjamas still dragging over body because they were too bit. But hey she wanted them.

“Mhm what is it sweet-pea” I asked bringing her onto my lap, closing my work laptop and letting her cuddle into my chest.

“Can I have money?” She asked chirpily, her ponytail bouncing away crazily, her big blue eyes she got from me looking absolutely adorable.

“Money for what?”

“Me n mama wanna go buy toys for Zizi” She replied cutely, talking about herself in third person, Zizi was short for Zamira a beautiful name we had found out about while on vacation that just stuck with us.

“Yeah you tell him baby” I heard my lovely wife say walking into the room, her beautiful silk robe clad body immediately catching my attention this early in the morning. She immediately took residence on my lap as she took Zamira into her arms.

“What typa toys you gonna get baby?”

“uhh Unicorns n barbies n mama wants a bubkin”

“that was our secret zizi!” Y/n said shushing Zamira jokingly, watching as Zamira gasped covering her mouth cutely. “Well if you wanted a birkin gorgeous , all you had to do was ask” I said hugging them both close to my body, placing a quick but passionate kiss onto my wife’s head, smiling as I felt her body relax into me.

“Okay here y’all go now shoo” I said giving her a batch of hundred dollar bills from my wallet, before I felt Zizi run off with my wallet

“GO ZIZI GET IN THE CAR, WE'LL GET CHANGED IN THERE” I heard Y/n shout running behind Zamira with my money in tow, Zizi running as fast as her little feet would take her, “IM GOING MAMA”

“AT LEAST BUY ME SUMTHIN BABE”

“I GOTCHU BABE” I heard her shout already walking out the front door, making me shake my head while smiling to myself. This is my dream.

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Sand and Suncream

Eddie Munson X Reader

Summary : Reader, Eddie and their friends have a beach day.

Word count : 1.1k

Warnings : FLUFF, not proofread, petnames, reader calls him Teddy, swears, hating on summer lmao, play fighting, the sea

A/N : this is for all of my fellow summer sufferers, who can’t wait for the cold to come back! Also i’ve head cannoned eddie as a november baby, he gives off big scorpio vibes!

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It had reached the cooler part of summer, the early autumn breeze blowing in. The trees were turning from green to brown, but there was still a beautiful warmth.

You and Eddie weren’t people who loved the warm, if anything you suffered through it. Eddies thick locks making his head melt and your want for winter making you almost miserable.

Of course your friends thought you were crazy. Just to get them off your backs you had decided to go to the beach with them. It wasn’t too hot, and there were some clouds to save you from the scorching sun.

“Why did we agree to this again?” Eddie asked, clad in a black tank top and shorts.

“I was going to say it’s because we love our friends, but honestly I don’t know at this point.”

Eddie pulled into the parking lot by the beach, next to Steve. Robin waved wildly, also wearing shorts, but a blue crop top on her upper half. “You made it!” she smiled, hugging you as you walked over.

“Of course we did, we were scared you’d kill us if not,” Eddie explained.

“Come on Munson, it’s just the beach,” an eye roll from Harrington.

“It’s just the beach,” he mocked Steve’s voice, “I’m a November baby.”

“Come on! I wanna go in the sea, come with me?” Robin asked you.

Nodding, you grabbed your beach bag, setting it down once you’d found the perfect place. Sliding off your own shorts, you spoke to Robin, “Have you got suncream on?”

“Mhm. Forced Dingus over there to put some on too.”

“What is it with boys and suncream?” you asked. “Honestly!”

“We’re right here you know?” Steve spoke, hands on hips. “Yeah, suncream is gross, makes you all sticky and yuck,” Eddie shivered.

You kissed his cheek, “I’d rather you be sticky and yuck than be burned and get skin cancer. Now let me get your hair out of your face.”

Pulling a hair tie off your wrist you knelt behind Eddie, pulling all of his curls into a loose bun, that sat just above his neck. “Thank you,” he said, pecking your nose.

“That’s enough Lovebirds, let’s go in the sea!” Robin grabbed you hand and dragged you down to the water. She sprinted ahead, falling in and soaking herself, because of course she did.

“Oh my god, it’s so cold,” she whined, you could only laugh at her. Making your way in slowly so you could get used to the temperature, you sighed.

It was so nice, compared to the hot sand, the icy water was beautiful. Robin swamp deeper into the water, you following behind happily, hoping to cool off some more

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You’d decided to have lunch on the beach, having packed come sandwiches, fruit and other little things that you could pick on. Oh and of course, Uncle Wayne’s famous Sweet tea.

Leaning your head on Eddie, you sipped your drink humming in delight. “I really need Wayne to give me the recipe. I just want it all the time!” you exclaimed.

“If anyone could persuade him on giving it up, it’d be you,” Eddie kissed the top of your head, picking up a sandwich.

“We all need more suncream on in a minute,” Robin spoke. The two boys groaned. “Don’t be babies,” you said to them.

Once lunch was finished, you had to tackle Eddie. Sat on his lower back with his chest on the floor, you smeared suncream everywhere.

He’d taken off his vest and you had explained, people like him and Steve who had loads of freckles and beauty marks caught the sun more. Eddie more so, as his arms, chest and torso were littered in tattoos. “Let me look after you, you little shit!”

When you and Eddie first started dating you noticed the freckles that appeared on him when he’d been in the sun, and his rich chocolate curls, lightened, golden streaks throughout.

“Roll over,” you said, lifting yourself off him. In all honestly he could have easily got you off of him, but he did love you caring for him. Melted his heart.

“Face now,” you spoke and he whined, “Teddy come on, sooner I put it on the sooner it’ll dry.”

“Fine,” he pouted. You leaned down to kiss it away.

Steve and Robin weren’t being as sweet, the girl grabbing him by the legs and forcing him to have the cream on. She almost scalped him at one point.

“Close your eyes Teds,” you said softly, rubbing the cream into his face and neck gently. “All done pretty boy. Now can you help me?”

“Sure Sweetheart.” She took the bottle from your hands and started to rub it in to your shoulder and neck, whilst you did your legs and arms. “Want me to do your face?”

“Mm, please.” He was just as careful as you, never wanting to hurt you. Covering your face in a layer of the cream he smiled, kissing you. “All done.”

“Come in the water with me? It’s nice and cool.” You offered your hand to him, which he took without hesitation. The pair of you wandering down to the water leaving a squabbling Steve and Robin on the towels.

With linked fingers you and Eddie entered the ocean, he sighed in relief. “Okay you were right, this is nice.”

“Did you, Edward Munson, say I was right?” you teased. “I take it back.”

“Too late, you’ve inflated my ego now.”

“Didn’t know it could go up anymore.”

“Rude!” you splashed at him.

“Oh you’re in for it now.” He sent water flying your way, making you squeal at the cold. He grabbed for you, “No no! Teddy please!” you begged.

Wrapping his arms around your waist, he lifted you up. “Please!” He laughed at that, placing you down gently, keeping his arms around you. Back to his chest, the waves hit lightly against your tummy.

Resting his head on your shoulder, Eddie kissed your neck. Humming in contentment. “This is nice.”

“It is isn’t it?”

“Mhm, still can’t wait for Halloween though.”

“Me neither, and then theres your birthday!”

“Oh god.”

“It’ll be fun! We don’t have to do anything extravagant, we’ll do whatever you want?”

“What if we went away for a few days, just me and you?”

“Like a holiday?” he hummed a yes. “If that’s what you want. It’ll be nice to steal you away for a few days.”

“Want me all to yourself?” he cocked a brow. “Oh you know it babe,” leaning back you kissed the underside of his jaw.

“I love you.”

“I love you too Teddy.”

That’s when you knew, maybe summer days weren’t all that bad.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

A/N : i have realised i haven’t made many summer-y fics and i saw this fanart by @yamonotto (on twitter) and another by @chloerchain and knew i needed to write something!

Thank you so much for reading! Please leave any requests 🤍

[oneatlatime]

The Tales of Ba Sing Se PART 2

The Tale of Zuko

Maybe I should make a Zuko's Stupid Faces post.

Zuko and Iroh's whole dynamic in one frame.

This girl is cute. Total girl next door type. She does have fairly horrible taste in men, but she's also very cute.

I just want to take a minute to point out a VERY important distinction. Zuko is not going out on a date. Zuko is not taking a girl out on a date. A girl is taking Zuko out on a date. She's got that arm in a death grip. Not only is that a clever reversal of the usual hetero dynamic, but I'm convinced it's the only way Zuko would ever get any action, so it's also in character.

I know Zuko's social skills are non-existent, but apart from the blow up at the waiter he is actually trying. He's failing, but I have to give him points for trying.

The way this girl's voice actress says "You juggled" made my ears very happy. And the beleaguered "yes. I juggled." is equally good.

Zuko! Tell her you did sword stuff! That's something you can actually do!

It gives me hope that someone so steeped in the most toxic parts of the Fire Nation, for so long, can STILL be so bad at lying, but it would certainly be a handy skill right about now.

I take it back. This girl does have good taste in men. Zuko's such a softie when it counts. He still sucks at being normal, but he just risked his identity because the girl he didn't even plan to go out with was a little bit sad.

This girl is the best.

Ha! He kissed her back! He Did! I saw that!

I take back what I took back. Zuko's evil again. He made my new favourite girl droop.

I love that Iroh's waiting up for him while making it look like he isn't waiting up for him. How many times on their ship, when Zuko was out Blue Spiriting, do you think Iroh found a reason to be randomly sat on the deck at 3 am?

Character development baby! Can you really call yourself loyal to the fire nation if you admit to having a good time on a date with an Earth Kingdom girl?

The Tale of Momo

Pretty.

That was a FILTHY bait and switch. For one shining moment, I had Appa back.

They should take that to June.

Not Appa.

Also not Appa.

I did not have 'Momo gets gaslit' on my Avatar Bingo card. Nor did I have 'interspecies animal friendship angst.'

Are these cat things the raccoons of the Avatar universe? Or the squirrels? Urban scroungers?

I love the idea that this guy just grabs the closest squirrel, sticks a hat on it, and expects it to dance. He got lucky with Momo.

I thought they were taking the animals to the pound, but this is very much a butcher. Which means that in Ba Sing Se, they eat varmint. Stay away from the hot dog carts.

That's very effective Simglish.

Thank god for thumbs.

Aw they're friends! This has Aristocats vibes, when O'Malley and the girl cat are getting together near the end.

And one final Fuck You, because god forbid Momo's tale ends on a happy note.

I'm guessing that's an Appa print, but couldn't it also be a platypus bear?

Something about the cats standing vigil over Momo's grief gets to me.

Final thoughts

I'll go through each of these stories individually, but first some general comments.

Last episode was kind of intense, and definitely ended on a downer (not that this one didn't), so it was a good call to at least start this episode off on something a bit gentler.

I was really impressed with the soundtrack throughout. Apart from the Tale of Momo where it's the animal noises that are front and centre, the music is doing a lot of work in every story, the strings especially. The strings are doing emotional work, plot stuff, and even humour. Seriously, next time you rewatch this episode, pay attention to the strings. These shorts are actually very light on dialogue (apart from Sokka's), but they don't feel that way because the music is doing the talking.

I'm assuming that this all took place over three days at least, since Iroh, Zuko, and Momo's tales seem to end on different evenings. So I don't think calling this episode 'day in the life' is accurate. My bad. It also occurs to me that this kind of episode format would be a great way of showing time has passed. If they had had an episode like this in the Northern Water Tribe - after Katara beat the crap out of Poophead but before the Fire Nation attacked - I would have liked the pacing of the whole finale arc better.

On to the stories!

The Tale of Toph and Katara

It might be because I didn't understand what this episode was doing yet, but this one didn't do much for me. It was good to see Toph have a moment of self-doubt, but I never would have assumed, based on her previous behaviour, that her appearance was her proverbial weak spot. Katara did a really good job at building her back up, and she was delightfully (and appropriately) understated for once. When she's reassuring Aang of something (especially in Season 1) Katara tends to got from 0 to 60 very quickly, so it was nice to see her be reassuring in a quiet, non-steamrolling way. Is this Katara character development? Apart from the fact that Toph quite literally got her eyeballs sanded, nothing much in this episode stuck out to me. Except those bitchy voices. Those were like knives in my brain.

The Tale of Iroh

So many questions! Is Lu Ten buried in Ba Sing Se? How is that grave not defaced yet? How did Iroh get a copy of his son's picture? They lost everything at the North Pole, right? Did he ask the people who got him their passports for a picture of his son too? Does Zuko know/remember that it's his cousin's birthday? If so, why isn't he there offering Iroh the world's most awkward hug? Given the fact that Iroh spent the whole day helping people, including a very misguided youth, and given that Iroh says something along the lines of "if only I could have helped you [his son]" does this imply that Lu Ten was going through a crisis at the time of his death? Was he misguided like the wannabe mugger? Is Zuko not the first Fire Nation Prince that Iroh has had to guide through an identity/existential crisis? Is Zuko going to be the first time Iroh succeeds at guiding a Fire Nation prince through an identity/existential crisis? Does Iroh live in perpetual fear of failing Zuko the way he seems to believe he failed his son? Am I reading too much into this?

To be quite honest, this story would have hit me harder if I had remembered going into it that Iroh had a son. Lu Ten takes being a textual ghost to a whole new level. Also the 'In honor of Mako' text confused me. And worried me a little.

The Tale of Aang

I liked this one! Aang can't help Appa at the moment, but he can help all the Appa stand ins who aren't fortunate enough to have an Aang to help them. Aang is a nice little boy! Of course he'd free a bunch of animals without thinking about the consequences and the epic pile of platypus bear dung he's just landed the zookeeper in with the Dai Li. I liked the animal designs. I liked the earthbending. I liked the Siamese cat representation. I loved cabbage man. I think that, if Appa could have known, he would have approved. I also think that I'm once again reading too much into this. it was nominally a fun fluff piece elaborating on a established emotional conflict (Appa missing), which gave it just enough weight to be slightly more than a fluff piece.

The Tale of Sokka

I am entirely serious when I say that 'poetry bouncer' is my favourite joke so far in the WHOLE show. I love absurdity played entirely earnestly. It's fridge funny too. The longer I contemplate the implications, the funnier it gets. What past event required a poetry bouncer be introduced? He's not there to protect the students or the teacher; he's here to reinforce the structure of the Haiku by force. Was he hired by the concept of Haiku? Is Haiku taken so seriously in Ba Sing Se that he's needed to break up cat fights between students? There is a rich well of haiku-related hijinks just hinted at by his presence, and I want to know more.

Sokka is so often his own worst enemy that it makes sense that he's taken out by his own hubris. That fortune teller lady was absolutely a crook, but she did one hell of an accurate cold read on Sokka.

The Tale of Zuko

Credits tell me that the girl's name is Jin. I would like to congratulate the creators of Avatar for managing to illustrate romantic interest so palpably without resorting to heart eyes and steam whistle noises. Nothing wrong with those; I'm just impressed by how much of Jin's interest in Zuko you can feel. Also, she'd better be more than a single episode character, because I need more of this sweetheart. She's a real contender for displacing Toph as my favourite girl in the cast.

To be fair to Zuko, he did make Jin droop (UNFORGIVABLE), but it was also the right call. He can't date her honestly. It IS complicated. And I don't think any Earth Kingdom girl (worth dating) would knowingly go out with Fire Nation royalty. Jin wanted Lee the Tea Boy. Try as he might, Zuko can't stop being Zuko. I would argue that he shouldn't stop being Zuko. His flashback mom told him not to forget who he was, so I'd also argue that the narrative doesn't want Zuko to stop being Zuko either. I guess it's a case of right girl, wrong time. It looks like she's cool with him being a firebender, but firebending and being the Fire Lord's son are not the same magnitude of hurdle to dating. Maybe when the war's over they can hook up again.

The Tale of Momo

I think this qualifies as cruelty to the audience. I got the impression that this story was crafted borderline maliciously, to make the viewers suffer angst dump after angst dump.

I liked seeing things from Momo's perspective. I loved the animal noises, which really got across a shocking amount of emotion. Those, combined with body language, were as effective as any spoken script. These cartoon people really know how to use their medium.

It absolutely kills me that Momo is missing Appa, and since he doesn't understand human speech, he can't even be comforted by knowing that his humans are actively looking for him. If you've ever seen one of your pets missing another of your pets in real life, you know there's nothing worse than the helplessness that comes with not being able to explain or magically summon their friend back from the kennel, or the vet, or the dead. All you can do is give them hugs. I'm glad that Momo got a street cat support group at the end of the episode, but the animal grief at the beginning was hard to get through. It's sweet to have confirmation that Momo sees Appa as family, but surely they could have showed that to us in a way that doesn't make me need to hug the stuffing out of my own pets?

Final Final Thoughts for real this time

This episode wrings you out a little. Fully a third of the stories are about Appa, despite him not being there. At least half are about missing someone who isn't there. At least half are bittersweet.

I liked this episode format. I hope they use it again next season. Only Toph and Katara's tale felt too short to me. The rest did such a good job at drawing me in, that when I went back to check timestamps I was surprised by how short these stories are.

I'm going to go eat too much chocolate.

[imaginesandbandfiction]

Triad Part 10 — Reunion Part

A Cazriel x Reader Headcanon

Series Masterlist

A/N: This POV switching is either incredibly hot or completely unhinged, you be the judge. I’ve decided (discovered) that Az has a bit of a daddy kink and loves to be called baby. Please enjoy, ig?

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Warnings: Forgive me father, for I have sinned. A lot. Smut, anal sex, crossdressing (just a little bit, as a treat, but you might want to skip it if you’re sensitive to this sort of material), long distance sex, unprotected sex (they’re faeries. i think they take a potion for that or something), edging, slight daddy kink and dom/sub vibes

It’s not all sunshine and rainbows and happily ever afters, but you learn how to supplement each other’s magic through the bond and the boys learn to separate Az and Cas from Azriel and Cassian. Out on a mission? That’s Azriel and Cassian. But at home, or in the safety of a private, warded tent? Az and Cas start to spill their softness onto each other. 

Trust and vulnerability are built in the bedroom first. It’s the easiest (and most fun) way to let your guards down, to let each other in. 

Slowly but surely, that comfort starts to seep out into everyday life. It’s subtle, at first. Reassuring hand squeezes, soft smiles, quick pecks on cheeks, foreheads, lips; seeing your mates open up to each other makes the bond (and your heart) swell with love. 

The first time Az calls Cas baby outside of the bedroom, you practically disintegrate. 

Somewhere along the line, the edges blur a little bit. Cas will pull Az into his lap when they’re in Rhys’s office debriefing after a mission, needing to feel the beat of his mate’s heartbeat against his hand as proof that he’s still alive, or Az will send the cool, calming presence of his shadows to give Cas extra strength on the battlefield. 

And tucked away in the relative privacy of a safe house, well…

“Cassian,” Az’s low growl slips through the crack beneath the door into the bathroom where Cas stands in front of the sink brushing his teeth. He pushes the door open and, toothbrush dangling out of one corner of his mouth, pokes his head out. 

His face twitches with amusement at the sight of his mate’s narrowed eyes and furrowed brow; the dark brown sweater that usually pulls taught across Az’s chest sags, hanging loose in the shoulders. Cas’s face disappears for a second so he can spit his mouthful of toothpaste into the sink and then he stalks into the bedroom, crossing the distance between him and Az in long, lazy steps. 

“You ruined my favorite sweater,” Az grumbles, swatting at the arms trying to snake their way around his waist. 

“Sorry, baby, I couldn’t help it,” Cas responds, sending a flash of burning red magic towards his mate, tugging him back into Cas’s chest. “I missed you, and it just smelled so good…” Cas buries his face in Az’s hair, breathing that scent in. 

“We’re supposed to be packing, you know,” Az murmurs, letting his body sink against the broad chest behind him. He’s in no hurry to leave, though he probably should be. 

Cas trails his lips up until they’re hovering above Az’s ear.

“I know, I know. I’m worried about Y/N, too.” Cas pauses to clear his thickening throat. “I’ll finish packing—why don’t you take her down to the cafe for coffee and bring us back breakfast?” He ducks down to suck on Az’s earlobe, relishing in the way the supple flesh gives way to his teeth. 

“You sure?” 

“Yeah—go spend some time with our girl, make sure she feels special before we leave.”

While Cas finishes packing, Az takes you on a short walk to the nearest cafe, stopping at a flower cart to buy you a bouquet of beautiful red roses accented by baby’s breath and the most gorgeous, deep blue thistles. 

When you return, Cas is seated at the kitchen table, the bags all packed and set next to the front door. The sight of them makes your stomach tighten and your mates feel a flutter of sadness tickling the bond. 

Az starts setting out the food and you climb into Cas’s lap, straddling him with your flowers still cradled in your arm. His strong arms wrap around your waist, holding you steady, and you bury your face in the crook of his neck. 

“Aw, did Azzie buy you some pretty flowers, baby?” he asks, running a hand up your back to thread his fingers in your hair. 

“Yeah,” you mumble. “They’re red and blue to remind me of you while you’re gone.”

—

The first morning of their mission, Az wakes up to the sound of Cassian’s grunting and heavy breathing outside the little cabin they’re staying in. He peeks out the window to see his mate running through his morning training exercises and lets a smile take over his face at the familiar sight of tanned muscles straining under pressure. 

Unfortunately, Az has to get going. He can’t linger, so he trudges over to his bag and digs out some clothes. Black pants, loose-fitting white tunic, a slim-fitting Illyrian leather vest, socks and… underwear. He can’t find any underwear. Just as he’s about to stomp outside and chew out Cas for forgetting to pack such an essential article of clothing, he remembers the pocket sewn onto the front of the bag. Unzipping it reveals a brightly-colored mess of silky, lacy underthings. Your underthings. 

Frustration gives way to amusement as Az’s lips curl up into a smirk. He’s a man of opportunity, so he takes the challenge presented to him. Two can play at this game. He pulls out the pair he knows Cassian loves the most and layers his clothes over them, heading outside to drop a kiss on Cas’s lips before he leaves for the day. 

—

It’s late. Too late, Cassian thinks as he twirls the glass in his hand, the deep red Fae wine swirling against the inside. Taking a long sip, he lets the alcohol sink in, dulling his worries so you and Az don’t feel them through the bond. 

He drains the liquid and gets up for a refill, settling himself back into the armchair in front of the roaring fireplace. When his cup is nearly empty again, the old, wooden door creaks open and cool shadows stream in, brushing against Cas’s skin. 

Azriel toes off his boots, leaving them on the mat next to the door, and grabs the half-empty bottle of wine off the kitchen counter before crossing the room to stand in front of Cas’s chair. 

Cas eyes the bottle and tugs on Az’s free hand, pulling him closer. 

“Rough day?” he asks, burying his face in Az’s chest. 

“You could say that,” Az says, scowling a bit as he takes a swig straight from the mouth of the bottle. 

Cas hums, knowing that if Az wants to talk about it, they’ll get there eventually. For now, he’s content to settle Az in his lap, letting the Shadowsinger use him as a chair. Az leans back, wings settling against Cas’s broad chest. His head fits perfectly perched atop Cas’s shoulder. The General’s hair is falling out of its messy topknot and Az twists the stray locks in his fingers as Cas works loosening the ties that lace up the back of Az’s vest until he can slip his hands under the soft tunic beneath the leather. Az’s lips tighten to prevent the smile from breaking on his face as Cas explores the expanse of skin now available to him. 

The Lord of Bloodshed takes his time, trailing his fingertips lightly up and around the base of Az’s wings. Slowly, he moves further down, halting when he feels a rough patch situated just below the dips on Az’s lower back. 

Cassian doesn’t attempt to hide his shit-eating grin. Instead, he lets it split him open and tucks his chin over one of Az’s shoulders, pushing the tunic up higher so he can get a good look at the panties peeking out from the tops of Az’s trousers. Red silk, trimmed with matching lace—Cas’s favorites. 

“Did you like the surprise I packed for you, baby?” Cas asks, nudging Az up with one thigh so he can slip those pants down. Az complies readily, malleable under Cas’s touch, and it melts the General’s heart. He was worried that Az would be upset or embarrassed; the few other times they’ve been alone together have been rougher. Growling and fighting for dominance as their bullheaded Illyrian genes kicked in. 

Not this time, though. This time, Az nods against Cas’s shoulder as the other male cups his hands beneath Az. The panties are cheekier on you, the soft flesh of your ass spills out the sides in such a beautiful way, but they hug Az’s pert, muscular cheeks perfectly, too. 

Hey, princess, I have something to show you. Are you alone? Cas asks, opening up the bond to reach out to the third member of their Triad. 

You’re back home, soaking in the tub after a grueling day of work. The clinic has been overloaded with refugees from Under the Mountain, mostly women and children, mostly victims of the tensions rising within the Court of Nightmares. That’s why you aren’t with your mates—Rhys couldn’t justify pulling you away from Madja to tag along on a routine, three-day reconnaissance mission. 

You shift in the tub, lifting your hips and running a hand down your stomach, sending the image through to your mates. Excitement flares up between the three of you, and your effort is rewarded with a peek through Cassian’s eyes. The sight of Azriel on display in a pair of your panties sends heat to your core and you squirm, tucking your fingers down to graze against your clit. 

Enjoying the view? Cas asks, chucking to himself as he feels your arousal pulsating down the bond. You answer with another image, this time one of your finger circling your hole, distorted by the water. 

Az feels his skin heating up and turns slightly to bury his face in Cas’s hair. 

“Aw, baby,” Cas coos, clutching Az closer. “Feeling shy?” 

“No,” Az grumbles. “‘M just tired.” It’s true; Cas can feel Az’s weight pressing down on him as the Shadowsinger lets all the tension release from his body. 

“That’s okay. I’ll take care of you, Azzie. You just gotta sit there and look pretty while we put on a show for our girl. Think you can do that for me?” 

Cas bumps his nose against Az’s, then presses their lips together when the other male nods his assent. While Az is distracted, Cas tugs his vest all the way off and unbuttons his tunic, letting both fall to the floor. Then he helps Az clamber off his lap, swallowing his mate’s disgruntled huff as he maneuvers them both into a standing position so he can push Az’s pants all the way down. He has to pull away to shed his own clothes, which he does in record time, and then he settles back into the chair. 

He takes a moment to appreciate the view in front of him; Az’s cock bulges, straining the thin fabric encasing it. Cas hooks his fingers into the lacy waistband, rubbing his thumb over the small bow that rests just above the wet spot where Az’s tip rests trapped against his stomach. 

Through the bond, you can see everything, and the sight of Az tucked into a pair of your panties has you dipping two fingers into the wet heat of pussy.   

Cas moves his thumb lower, pressing against the wet spot and coaxing a needy whine from Az. 

“C’mere, baby,” Cas murmurs, “sit on my lap again.” Azriel obeys, turning around and lowering his ass until it rests against Cas’s bare cock. Reaching one hand down, Cas adjusts himself so his cock is pressed between the Shadowsinger’s thighs. He grabs Az’s waist and guides him into rocking back and forth, feeling the soft silk rubbing against his own rock-hard length. “That’s it, good boy, already so wet for me, aren’t you?” 

Az whimpers, grinding down in search of more friction, and your walls tighten around your fingers. 

Cas lets one of his hands drop down to palm Az’s clothed cock, feeling the fabric dampen even more beneath his touch. With the other, he slips beneath the silk to trace one finger around Az’s rim, slowly coaxing him open. 

By this point Az is oozing precum, so it’s easy for Cassian to slide forward and collect some with his fingers, using it to help ease first one, then two, then three inside. Az squirms in Cas’s lap as his body opens up to accommodate the intrusion. 

What do you think, sweetheart? Cas asks you through the bond. You think he’s ready for me?

Yes, you say, mental voice just as breathy as it would be if you were speaking out loud. Yes, he’s ready. 

Cas senses your impending orgasm and waits, curling his fingers inside Az to make him whine. 

Wait, love, he coos at you. Your hand stills, obeying his orders even from halfway across Prythian, but you can’t stop your thighs from quivering with the force of holding back the waves of pleasure building up inside you. 

He knows what he’s doing and relishes in the satisfaction of being able to pull you back from the edge with just two words. Making sure the link is wide open so you can see it all, he uses two fingers to pull the panties aside and spread Az open. 

Why don’t you go get one of your toys, princess, Cas tells you as he sinks his cock into your shared mate. Chest heaving, you push yourself up and clamber out of the tub on shaky legs. You swipe a towel off the rack on your way back into the bedroom and toss it down before you collapse into the plush mattress. Reaching over to the nightstand, you dig around in the drawer until your hand wraps around the smooth, flesh-like material. 

You give Cas a glimpse through your eyes at the dildo as you slide it between your aching lips. 

Good girl, he tells you, grunting as he picks up his pace, snapping his hips to fuck up into Az in deep, punishing strokes. Back in Velaris, you increase the speed of your hand, trying to match his. 

Cas’s magic is soaring, bubbling up within him as he absorbs the raw, desperate need flowing into him from his mates. He tightens his grip on Az’s hips with one hand, nails biting into the Shadowsinger’s flesh just above the hem of his panties. The other slips around front to slide down Az’s abs and settles with a flat palm pressing against the soaking silk-covered bulge. 

“Fuck, you’re both so wet for me, aren’t you?” He moans, squeezing Az’s length. Az bucks up, grinding against Cas’s touch in sloppy, desperate circles. 

“Please, Cas, I need to—“ Az whines, moving one foot up to the edge of the chair to use as leverage, to get into the exact right position where he can feel Cas pressing against his prostate and Cas pressing against his cock, the delicious friction of damp fabric against sensitive skin… 

Please, Cassie, you echo, shoving the dildo up until it bottoms out, your thumb pressing against your clit in just the right way… 

Cas is close to bursting, but he pushes through the desire tugging all of the blood away from his head and into his cock. He pushes through the red hot flames circling his groin from the inside out enough to snarl, “Cum for me,” offering sweet release to his mates. The loves of his life. 

He watches through your eyes as your pussy flutters around the dark pink toy, can feel wet heat filling the fabric beneath his hand as Az releases into those Cauldron-damned panties.

The General bows his head to his mates, hair cascading over one shoulder as he pulls Az flush to his chest. The Shadowsinger sighs; and it’s the sweetest goddamn thing Cas has ever heard. 

He explodes. The force of his magic pulsing down the bond sends aftershocks straight to your core and you whimper, slowing but not stopping your thrusts. 

Azriel sinks back against Cassian, boneless and spent, content to wait in the tight embrace of his mate until Cas’s thrusts slow to a stop. 

It takes a while for Cas to come back after that. He just clings to Az, rests his head, chin hooked over one lean shoulder. You lay in bed, toy slipping out of your slickened hole, and muster enough energy to send a bit of shimmering, deep purple magic his way. 

Cas feels it settle into his veins, and his breathing slows. He feels warm and sated and sticky but in a good way. Blinking eyes take in the sight of those panties, stained a shade darker than they’d been when Cassian saw them there, folded up in the laundry like that. Taunting him with the promise of shadows wrapped in red silk, tanned thighs trimmed with lace. Practically begging to be taken. 

You owe me a new pair, Azzie. They can feel you pouting through the bond. Az chokes, sputtering against Cas until you put him out of his misery and coo, you look so pretty in those. I want you to keep them. 

Smirking against Az’s shoulder, Cas sends a chuckle down the bond.  I’ll buy you a whole new drawerful, darling. He pauses and nips at the skin beneath his lip, picturing his mates wrapped up in new lingerie like pretty little gifts from his former self. One for each of you, if you want.

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[rottingpirate]

driving headcanons for 141? like can they even drive or what car do they drive or do they even have a license?? ;D

Ghost

If he would have a car then he would have a nice car like a Chevrolet Silverado 1500

No one ever dares to stay in his way because he will drive them over

He hardly ever wears a seatbelt

Has had his licence suspended more than once

He hates driving and avoids it at all cost

Remember how he just drow over that one shadow?

Magically has been pulled over only ONCE

Weirdly enough he hasn't caused any accidents

If you two are going somewhere then you have to drive

He's chill as a passenger though

The type of passenger to yell "HORSE" or "COW" whenever he sees one

2/10

Soap

Pulls up with a 1974 Blue Rodger Dodger

The type of person who texts while driving

Almost crashed one time when you sent him a selfie

He likes holding hands while driving

Keep one hand on his thigh and it's perfect

Always brags that he has the best music taste and then he plays marina and the diamonds

He let's you have the aux most of the time

Overall he's a good driver but he tries making it fun by "driving creatively"

He once drove over a mailbox and you never let him forget it

He gets scared by oncoming traffic

4/10

Gaz

I don't know why but he gives me blue Alpine A110 vibes

Surprisingly careful

Obeys the law and fights the urge to road rage

Very calm, very attentive

Even though he's a good driver I feel like he'd be late everywhere

Plays Doja Cat and Rihanna on repeat

Has music on full volume and loves singing and jamming out with you

You always have to feed him snacks while driving

You have to lean over him to order food because he's terrified of ordering

Has a thing for retro cars

9/10

Roach

A clean White Dodge Challenger

Was nervous at first because it's a white car

But keeps his car clean

Will scrub and clean all the bird shit and dirt off until the car shines

Got his licence in one go

Opposite of Gaz in a sense that he's always on time

Goes 90 in a 45

Which doesn't usually keep the car clean

Nights are dedicated to cute little drives so you better not have any plans

Tries keeping his cool when driving with you

He does get distracted by you a lot

Has never been in an accident

6/10

Price

A good ol' 1989 LS 400 sedan 

Or a Dacia jogger

Calls his car "baby"

Drives the squad around wherever they need

I feel like he has never taken the test

Like he can drive but never bothered to get the licence

He likes to smoke while driving

Does that hot one hand driving thing

Has way too many tickets that aren't paid

Will randomly take you to get coffee when you literally have coffee at home

Follows the rules even if he doesn’t always agree with them

7/10

[collectivecloseness]

Robin Buckley from st and 9 please

Okay but Bejewelled by Taylor Swift is such a sweet one for Robin haha 💖

(Cw: set in 80s so tiniest mention about society not being super open minded but that’s it, it’s v fluffy)

Robin Buckley x reader

Your girlfriend Robin had had a pretty lousy day yesterday.

She came home nearly screaming, grunting long and hard as she threw her face into your chest as she (just successfully) landed on the sofa and your lap. When you stroked through her blonde hair to ask her what was wrong, she told you about this girl Kelly from her old high school who came to Robin at work and asked her out.

You were a little stunned, blinking and giving a small “Wow” as you kept petting your love’s hair. Robin at least turned her face up from your boobs, glaring up at you with that sharp eyeliner around those shiny blue eyes. Groaning “Uh huh!!” In exasperated agreement.

You were shocked Kelly had even been so blunt to ask, knowing what the townsfolk around here are like, but you lightly massaged Robin’s scalp as you let her explain, vivid hand gestures clanging her bracelets around, and all.

“Steve didn’t know whether to go to the store room, or stay and back me up, but like, I didn’t even know Kelly was gay! And she was always so mean in high school, I didn’t know if she was trying to out me or something.” Robin explained, cut off from her ramblings as she looked up to your huff in suspense at the small noise, cutting off her train of thoughts.

“Oh baby, I’m sorry.” You frown a little, stroking her freckled cheek with the back of your hand where you held her.

Robin just made some vague waving hand gesture, quickly moving on to keep up with what she wanted to tell you. “So yeah I said something like ‘Uhhh... no thanks! Sorry, no, I mean, I won’t tell anyone of fucking course’, goddamn!” Robin sighed annoyed “‘But yeah, sorry, not for me-‘ you know polite crap like that.” Robin looked up at you nodding, and you of course nodded back in solidarity.

“You’re very polite babe.” You sort of half lied, confidently though.

“Yeah! Exactly! But then she went all... mad! And started asking me ‘Ugh, what’s your damage?!’ And saying that I wasn’t hot anyway and she had plenty of dates lined up anyway!” Robin rolled her hands in the air, wafting near your face. “But then, like, why ask me out at all? Asshole! She clearly couldn’t handle me.”

Robin looks up to you, serious eyes from where she lays in your lap. And you can’t lie, sometimes you find the side of Robin that can be confident, mean, sarcastic, that side of her, pretty hot. And with her tone and her expressions right now, she was definitely hitting that part of her personality.

“She wanted you babe.” You nod seriously, and Robin’s blue eyes widen, some pink flushing beneath her freckles as she leans up so fast you have to swerve your head back, now sitting on your lap as she slaps her hands down to her knees, tucking them up with her. “That’s what I’m saying! Plus I wasn’t sure if she actually meant it or not, I mean she was never exactly ‘nice’ to me before.” Robin makes air quotes with her ringed fingers. “And then she turns around and says I’m ugly anyways even though she came to my work to try and pick me up!” Robin scoffs loudly.

And what your girlfriend is saying actually distracts you from the fact that just as much Robin can’t sit in a chair properly, she doesn’t really do the same in your lap either.

“Wait, she called you ugly?” You ask, a big expression of disgust turning on your face now, your hand going straight for the side of Robin’s chest where you can hold her, as it’s your turn to scoff. “Wow, you must’ve really demolished her self esteem Robin babe. I mean, to be fair, who can survive being turned down by you?” You exhale incredulously, pissed off someone would say that to Robin, even though you both knew they were just deflecting, but deciding to turn it around so the both of you could continue slating this complete loser, which is clearly the vibe that was happening right now.

“Right!” Robin throws her hands up one more time, before sighing, and turning her attention to cupping and stroking your face between her long fingers and sharp nails. “Well at least I never had to do that to you.” She smiles, finally feeling as vindicated as she knew she would be, coming home to complain with you.

And you let Robin pull you in for a kiss, that you more than happily joined in with. You let her be her more dom self as you carried her up to your room too. Although you knew Robin wasn’t done. Even if it wasn’t for her staring up at the ceiling in bed, and also stroking her hands kind of evilly.

Robin had a plan in mind. And she was more than happy to wake you up just as you dozed off on her chest, to ask you if you knew if Eddie and Nancy were free tomorrow night also.

One of the first things she did after smacking loads of kisses on your face until you were awake, and after the moment she said hello to you, was running with a blanket wrapped around her into the hallway; just as you’d woken up enough to be about to roll over, and cuddle her.

But it was easy to tell when your girlfriend was on a mission. You hear her saying “Steve! Listen!” But that’s about it, and you’re not surprised she woke him up too, at least it made sense where she was running off to.

You had an idea why she was eager to go talk to Steve, but Robin all but confirmed it for you when she came back, and told you she has a plan.

“That’s great babe.” You said right into the pillow you were face down in, with a pointed thumbs up, literally about to fall asleep again.

But then, Robin’s slender hands were running up your bare shoulder blades that the quilt just wasn’t covering. And you were smiling even before you opened your eyes, as you turned your head so your cheek was laying on the pillow instead, to see Robin standing above you. A different kind of devious smirk on her face and sparkle in her eyes.

Robin had said for you to hang out with Eddie and Nancy maybe, just to have some fun today! Because she needed to go out after lunch to meet up with Steve.

You kissed her goodbye after sharing a salad bowl together, and smacked a kiss onto your hand before slapping that on Steve’s temple, as he waved at you from the drivers seat, besides where your girlfriend was getting in.

“Thanks.” Steve gave you, eyes crinkled from the sun, and your sudden hand on his face, looking up at you, before you said bye to them both and waved them off.

Robin had told you before she left that ‘you’re all going out tonight’, having sounded very convincing on the phone to both Nancy and Eddie, as they also knew what side of Robin’s personality was shining today.

You were all meeting up at Steve’s house, which was the designated hang out zone, and luckily you all had keys, so you let yourself in pretty early in the day. Nancy had spent the past hour and a half with you in Steve’s home, and Eddie have arrived about twenty minutes later, all of you waiting for Robin, and Steve, as you played some Uno while waiting.

You all turned your heads up, different sounding “Hey!”’s from all three of you, when you heard the door finally open and shut. But you could barely spot a flash of your girlfriend, Steve right behind, and seemingly being dragged by Robin by the hand, as they both rushed up the bannister.

“Sorry babe, guys! We’ll be down later! Keep hanging out!” Robin encouraged you all. And even though you and Nancy shared a look of intrigue, Eddie already helping himself to more of the popcorn you’d brought out a while ago, you heard Steve’s bedroom door slam. And with a shrug, decided to leave Robin and Steve to it, they’d come down when they were finished. ...With, whatever it is they were doing.

You hadn’t even noticed that well over half an hour had gone by, until Robin was calling you from the stairs.

“Are you guys ready?”

You, Nancy and Eddie quickly got up, you sending her and Steve a “Yeah!” As you three stood up in the living room, waiting on in intrigue, until Robin and Steve finally walked through the door.

Robin walked down in a drop dead sparkly dress, glittery and her colour, with beautiful eye make up, and her shiny lips smiling open mouthed in anticipation at you, and all her friends. Steve was in a matching sparkly jacket too, that he’d been ‘persuaded’ to wear by Robin. With a long shirt tucked mostly beneath his going out pants, Steve could make anything look good you swore it was a superpower. But your girlfriend... your jaw dropped to the floor, in a wowed and breathless laugh.

When she walked in the room, the whole place lit up. Reflections of her dress by the lamp illuminating the room, and a bright beam on her face, causing the whole room to shimmer and glow, or maybe you just truly felt that, looking at how happy and stunning your girlfriend Robin was right now.

“Woah!” Eddie breaks the silence first, clapping his hands together once as he takes in the pair. While behind you Nancy gives an “Oh my God.” As you’re already on your way, running up to Robin.

“Wow babe.” You admire.

Robin opens her arms up, with a bright grin on her beautiful face. “Baby love.” She calls you, as you wrap your arms around her back, her own hands cuddling your arms in your hug.

Your hands run up her bare shoulder blades - that feel really silky smooth right now, wow - as you hug her close. Pulling your head back to look her up and down, admiring every little detail Robin poured into herself. “Wow... you look beautiful Robin.”

Robin bounces in her flats, rubbing your own biceps a bit - you’re sure she must’ve put some cream or powder on her hands too because they are just, so soft - before she leans in, to peck a small kiss to your cheek. And you can feel the sticky lip gloss leaving a small mark there too. “Thanks my love.” She smiles, still bouncing eagerly.

You hear Steve laugh at something Nancy says, seeing her pinch the fabric of his sparkly jacket between her fingers, both giggling. Eddie paying attention too, nodding approvingly at Steve. “Yeah, you polish up real nice Harrington.”

Which is met with a response of “Shut up.” By Steve who bitch flicks Eddie’s hand away from where he is, admittedly, prodding at him. But Steve smiling all the same, and it makes you smile too, even though he’s not looking at you.

You love to see him so happy helping Robin out, that’s he’s genuinely not upset at her taking his day away to get him all dressed up to match with her in a big sparkly outfit for her plan, or to have his friends staring and poking at him for it, any of the sort. He’s not complaining about the outfit, in fact no ones making fun of any of them, and to be fair, they’re styled so well they actually look amazing. But you do sincerely love, that Steve is your girlfriends best friend. You couldn’t imagine anyone better for that role for the love of your life. And you’re glad Steve has Robin too.

Steve noticed you smiling at him then, turning to face you. And as you caught his brown eyes, your smile only warmed. And Steve, the true friend he was to you as well, kept smiling back all the way.

Nancy comes to give Robin a quick hug, both holding each other’s elbows as she asks about what stores Robin has been to all day, when Eddie came over and pat Robin’s shoulder too, and she turned up to smile at her friend.

“That actually suits you too Buckley. And when you made your grand dramatic entrance, with all the lights and shit,” Eddie waves his hand in the air “you aura was totally moonstone... or like, diamond, or... shit which one of them is really sparkly?”

Robin just snorts, looking up at Eddie with a hand to her mouth. And Steve has that mom look on his face again, the one where if Robin saw it, she’d definitely laugh harder.

“Did you smoke before coming here?” Steve does the gesture to his lips, asking Eddie.

Nancy popping in, telling Steve and Robin “He says he had an edible maybe two hours ago? I don’t think he’s exactly down yet. At least because we all know Eddie’s stuff works pretty well.”

Eddie just beams, full teeth, straight at Robin and Steve, with his hands proudly behind his back, rolling on the balls of his feet.

You roll your eyes, smiling at your friend, but turning to Robin. Holding both her hands outstretched in each of your own, your thumbs rubbing softly across the knuckles of her cool fingers. “I declined.” You inform her.

Robin gets that big, put on ‘that’s surprising, in a delightful way’ sort of look on her face, as she tilts it at you. “Wow. Oh my God, you didn’t accept Eddie’s free weed this time?”

You shrug, still swinging your hands between both your bodies. “I knew it was gonna be your special night!” Is all you needed to respond with.

And God, if Robin doesn’t love you so much...

She gently grasps your hands as she leans over, pecking your lips solidly, and smiling at you the entire time she leans backwards. “Thank you my diamond.” She calls you, and you tilt your head with a smile at the new nickname. But when she turns to face Eddie after those words, with her raised brows and a knowing look on her face, it all makes sense.

You giggle, getting her attention swiftly back, and her blue eyes only twinkle more as you raise her luxuriously soft hands up with your own, and kiss over the backs of both of them.

“Mmh!” You can’t contain your excitement for Robin. Letting go of one of her hands and raising the other, twirling her grinning when she squeals and whoops with the movement. Making sure you focus on catching her in your arms because you know Robin’s not the most balanced when she’s wearing her usual sneakers, never mind flats.

With her in your arms, you just want to playfully growl and happily kiss all up her neck, burying your nose in there to kiss fast and lots, but you know the others around may not be quite as appreciative as Robin would be. So you settle for planting a sweet kiss to her jaw, lifting her back up straight, but still holding her in your arms, as you ask what you’ve been wanting to all day.

“So? What is the plan? Why are you and Steve all dressed up? I’ve been dying to know.” You hold onto her hand and wrists, Robin leaning in close to you, and you definitely notice her eyes not peering anywhere but your lips as she smiles. Even as Eddie and Nancy ask the same as you.

Eventually Robin looks up, seeing Steve was waiting for her to explain as the floor was hers, if she wanted it, and Robin stood up straight, rather than leaning into you, although she still kept you holding her.

“We’re going to the club tonight. Brava. The one where Eddie can get us in because he helped them fix their sound one time-“

Eddie bows, so lucky accidentally walking past and knowing *something* about speakers actually gave him and his friends a free pass to one of the better clubs in Hawkins.

“And it’s the one where Kelly works at.” Robin looks pointedly at you, and you slowly nod as you begin to get it. Steve’s nodding along too, clearly the first privy to Robin’s master plan.

“We are going to turn up there, looking stunning. We’re all going to dance, a full group of friends, we’re going to drink and have fun. And I’m going to be able to show you off.” Robin points her nose out close to you, her face adoring and admiring, and twinkling with delight at her scheme.

You smirked. Some people may be glad Robin wasn’t going there just to, maybe, show herself off to Kelly, as if to say ‘see I’m hot’, but you very much want to go to the club and praise that fact. I mean, you’d love being able to show everyone how smoking hot your girlfriend is, whenever the chance arises.

Robin smiles at your in on the plan expression. And she turns to everyone else, giving a coy shrug. “If she’s going to show up at my work and cause a scene, then I’m going to let her know what it feels like. Except I’m just going out and having fun with my friends and girlfriend.”

You squeezed Robin’s hip in approval. Kelly doing all that at Robin’s work was out of line. Plus, she was lucky it was only Steve around to hear, as you knew Robin was already out to him, not like Kelly would have. It’s nice to see that side of Robin coming out to kick ass, and go girlboss mode, as she rightfully should.

Nancy and Eddie eagerly agree with the plan, happy them all having a good night out and getting vengeance on behalf of their friend can be done at the exact same time.

“I wanna really dance with you there!” Robin says facing you. Your heart pumping as Robin brings her hands to the side of your chest. Rolling her palms along your skin and muscle, as her fingers slither to your spine. Catching yourself opening your mouth halfway, as if you let Robin in to kiss you. And you have to admit, a certain throb ran through your thighs when you saw a smirk just light up on her face, as her eyes found your lips, and you knew she’d realised what had just happened.

But, extremely unfortunately for you, Robin couldn’t grant you what you wanted because Steve who’d completely missed those subtle movements was wrapping his arm around Robin, and giving a big speech to Eddie, Nancy, and also you, about how wrong this girl was and how they all have to go out and defend their friend. Robin smiles and hugs into Steve’s side as he went on passionately, sticking up for her even in a room full of people who love her. And you absolutely just have to love Steve, no matter if he interrupted a kiss or not, there was no way you could care about his himboness traits coming into affect around his lesbian best friend.

Eddie cheers along with Steve’s little speech, and you and Nancy cry along too with approval. Steve bouncing happily on his feet at doing so well for getting his point across for Robin, and he looked down at her still underneath his arm, and with the way she was grinning, Steve felt proud for not only helping her get through a pretty crappy time, but really making it wonderful for her.

Although Steve did mention how he and Robin had been sharing a bottle of champagne upstairs while they were getting ready, and probably mostly talking and talking and talking, as per usual, due to how long they took. You presumed he got it from his parents cabinet, although you were slightly surprised to learn this because you just thought Robin and Steve were happy, because those two were usually the ones to get drunk first, if they were drinking together. Maybe they were slightly tipsy. You did want some of the champagne though if they hadn’t finished it off.

“You guys pre’d without us?” You ask, faux offended.

Robin extended her arm out at you. “You guys could’ve been drinking all evening if you wanted! Steve still had to drive us back.”

Eddie mentions something about how he should’ve brought booze and weed tonight, to which Nancy just shakes her head, at least with a smile, at him. Causing Eddie to smile back.

But you ask Robin and Steve for some champagne, and they both nod. No one here cares about swigging from the same bottle as each other. You’re well passed that.

“We’re definitely drinking tonight, especially with Eddie’s free pass for us all at Brava.” Robin points out, and she wraps her arm over your shoulders. “I’m tired of being a good girl right now. I feel like I’ve been doing that for at least a month.” Robin moans. “We’re going out to the club, we’re all drinking, and when we get back I am really dancing with you. And maybe if no one’s passed out we can see about Eddie’s thing.”

Steve and Nancy fake groan at Robin’s suggestive nature of how she’d be dancing with you when it would just literally be them in a room together, but Eddie’s too busy fist pumping the air at being right about bringing edibles with him to the party just in case tonight.

“In fact, to not only show off our dazzlingness, but to all be on theme together, Steve and I have got you all matching sparkly outfits!” Robin finally reveals, and Steve laughs as he’s finally not having to hold that detail back anymore.

“Oh my God.”

“Holy shit!”

“You’ve got to be joking.”

You, Eddie, and Nancy all chorus, as Steve goes and brings three bags out from the hallway, you and your two surprised friends gasping and grasping onto each other, shocked but so eager to see what’s in store.

Nancy’s was simple, and had some glittery tights and sparkly jewellery, to go with the outfit Nancy had said she was bringing, as when Robin had called her she’d asked about the fashion code tonight and what everyone was wearing. And Robin already knew what outfit Nancy was bringing, knew what to buy to go along with the set.

Steve head actually been the first one to spot the sleeveless denim jacket, that had the shiny silver spikes on the shoulders. You were trying to tell if some other parts were rhinestones, or just other spikes, or silvery buttony parts, but Eddie was already too busy moving it all about as he admired and inspected it.

To be honest, you knew no matter what, and you thought so did Robin and Steve buying this piece, that Eddie would 100% be down for commitment to the bit, and that he didn’t care about standing out. Especially when not all of you would be standing out ‘shining’.

“And of course,” Robin turned to you, Steve did too. The excited looks on their faces making your heart pump. Your eyes swivelling from them, to Nancy and Eddie who were now fully paying attention to you too, and down to where Robin’s double ringed hand reached down into the bag. “I bought a dress for you.”

Your jaw drops, a smile still on there of course, and Robin’s big blue eyes are delighted up at you. “I also got you shoes as a present. I wanted your outfit all to match.”

Your cheeks are heating with every extra stretch of your wide smile, your hand darting out and gently landing on top of Robin’s wrist in the bag. “Ohhh no, sparkles or sequins are not super my thing.”

Steve was the first one to respond, placing his hand down behind your neck. “Yeah, well, tonight it is.” He just smiles.

Robin shoved whatever was in the bag back down, removing her hand, but when you catch her eyes, her shoulders lift up, and she grins at you very excitedly, lighting up like a kid on chirhsmas.

Robin grabs your hand, and drags you up to Steve’s room with an eager screech. And as you follow suit quickly, so you don’t fall, letting her pull you with her thrilled sounds, as Eddie and Steve bellow laughter from downstairs, you are pulled into Steve’s room, Robin closing the door to show you what she picked out, and let you get dressed.

You fawned and gasped, and ooh’d and ahh’d when Robin spread your dress out on Steve’s bed, already eager for you to try it and make sure it definitely fit.

You were definitely glad she at least got you a style she knew you wore. And as you ran your hands over the lush material, you turned to face your awaiting and encouraged girlfriend, who you didn’t realised had her face just inches from yours, happily anticipating.

Giggling, after your initial tiny flinch, you leaned those three inches in and kissed her lips. Robin allowing herself a small moment of calm, kissing them back sweetly and shortly as she looked to you.

“Thank you sweetheart. It’s really pretty. I’ll definitely wear this more than once. Even if I have to purposely find an occasion to do so.” You smiled, your heart bursting as Robin laughed with glee, so happy you liked it!

You really did! It was sparkly and pretty and the dress was very much in your style, Robin knew exactly what to get you that would match the group, and specifically match her intentionally too, but also was something you’d like, even if you wouldn’t have thought it before. Because Robin knew you, and your clothes, and your style so well by now.

The shoes were actually very comfy too, especially for a first time wearing them. You supposed if after a club night in new shoes the comfort factor went extremely down hill, you had at least three people out of the four who’d be able to carry you home, back to Steve’s. Honestly actually, you wouldn’t put it past Nancy to do so if it was life or death enough either.

You place your hands on Robin’s face, finally in the quiet of an alone room together, and you look deeply at your wonderful love. Robin matching your expression and looking back. Her hands tenderly coming up to rest on your forearms, her head leant into one palm as you kept holding her face. Robin’s eyes trailed to your lips, then back up to your eyes again, but her own were now hooded after a glance there.

You smoothed your thumbs over her cheeks, getting Robin to stop leaning in the second she was about to move another slow centimetre or two, and looking to you as you softly spoke, a loving smirk on your face. “You know, if we’re gonna complete your look, your eyeshadow needs to shine too.”

Robin’s eyes, surrounded by her smooth make up, shone in excitement, and you removed your hands to look in the bag you still have strapped over your shoulder, having been ready for her when Robin came downstairs with a camera in there, although getting caught up in the moment.

You whipped out a massive make up bag, with nearly all the make up you’d collected over the years, having a feeling you’d need it tonight with the hints you were able to pick up from Robin, whether she’d meant to give you all of them or not. Robin clasping her hands together and linking her fingers as she gasped happily down when you opened up the colourful bag.

Throwing it next to the bottle of champagne, courtesy of Steve, that you and Robin would be finishing up soon.

“Okay, get on the bed,” you ordered Robin “I don’t want the floor to ruin your pretty dress.”

To which Robin eagerly agreed, with a small closed mouthed scream. Lying flat down on Steve’s bed, you crawled slowly over her body. Sitting yourself down on top of her lap, your legs either side of hers. Before slowly leaning the top half of your body down. Your chest just about touching, with every little breath or movement around. Your eyes excited and with that cheeky love there that you both used to feel when you’d just be ‘being playful with each other’ when you both had a mutual crush. Flitting them all over Robin’s face, as you watched her eyes shimmer with the exact same look. Pink flushing hard underneath that pretty make up and those gorgeous freckles. Biting down on her bottom lip, a look you really couldn’t tear your eyes away from. As her hands came running up your thighs, to gently secure your hip, to hold you safe while on her.

Resting your hand caressing on Robin’s soft cheek, you can feel her eyelashes brush over your thumb, when she leans into your hand. Just as you apply more sparkly eye make up to her first layer.

Focusing really hard, even if you’re constantly smirking down with such adoration at Robin, as you gently hold her face, while she carefully holds your hips. Brushing your fine make up over her, and taking lots of care into making sure it worked well with what she was wearing, and all was done properly to perfection. Making sure Robin really would shine out tonight.

Knowing your girlfriend will give you the same treatment back at some stage. Whether she’s on top of you and doing your make up with care before, in between, or after you’ve gotten undressed, and changed into her very pretty dress. That Robin got just for you, and for her special night.

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Hold on to It

AriLevinson x reader

summary: All you wanted was to see the shooting stars that night, but the rain prevented you from doing so. It doesn't really matter, though, because you manage to appreciate every moment given to you in this amazing world. And Ari is just glad to be a part of it - your world. He embraces everything you give to him - holds on to it and revels in it to make sure the memory of it all never fades.

a/n: I really need a hug, in case that wasn’t obvious - nonetheless, feedback is always greatly appreciated :)

word count: 1.6k

warnings: heart-wrenching fluff, Ari being the love of my your life, just a general vibe

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Consider listening to these to set the mood: Take Me Where Your Heart Is - Q  Remember When - Wallows Sunny - Boney M

1976

Ari’s laugh is drowning in the music that pushes through the dark blue corridor. He’s lead - no - dragged past the walls lined with posters of bands that visited this place along with signatures and pictures. It’s an avalanche of colors and shapes but nothing compares to you. You, in your sparkly outfit, and with that breathtaking smile. His eyes are glued to you, as is his hand to yours, desperate to hold onto your soft skin as you stumble over the linoleum floor. Another giggle rips through the stuffy air as one of the guys smoking in the hall throws a ‘Yeah, baby!’ over to the both of you and Ari takes that opportunity to twirl you as the last beats of Sunny by Boney M reach his ears. 

You stop then, hands falling to his chest, fingers playing with the undone buttons of his shirt before you look up at him and he is captured by you again. Expectant eyes stare up at him and he could drown in the feelings they're giving him. This moment should never end. 

“You don’t wanna miss it, do you?” You whisper as your hands stroke up his heaving shoulders delicately. Ari closes his eyes, his forehead tapping yours as he internalizes the moment. The smell of Winston cigarettes mixing with your perfume, the bass seeping through the entryway of the disco, your warm hands on his, your hot breath grazing his lips, just... you - this - everything. 

“No of course not-” You pull away but Ari is quick to draw you back in. “It’s just...” His nose nudges yours, and despite the hours of dancing that lay behind you, it’s cold. 

“What, Ari?” There is that deliciously loving stare back in your eyes and Ari is melting all over again. His knees feel like jelly and the only thing keeping him upright is the hold you have on him. 

He leans further into you until his pillowy lips press onto yours, capturing the familiar feeling that never fails to excite him over and over again. It’s soft and it’s warm, and it’s everything Ari would ever need to survive. Really, he had thought about it: what he would need if he were to get stranded on a remote island. And the answer was simple - the first thing that came to mind embarrassingly fast - you.

Your giggle rips him from his thoughts again. And when he opens his eyes for the second time, they land on you running towards the heavy metal door. He catches up to you, leaning his weight against it to open it, but when he does, there’s a different outside engulfing the both of you. 

“Oh.”

A wall of water rushes to the floor, barely see-through. The sound of it hitting the street is even louder than the music playing in the building and when bright lightning rips through the stream of rain, the world flashes in white before Ari’s eyes. His stare carefully wanders to you, afraid to see the excitement drained from that beautiful y/e/c. You had wanted to see the meteor shower. It had been announced on the radio just yesterday and when Ari had watched you jump in front of him, ecstatic to see the beautiful shooting stars painting the sky, he had sworn to himself that he would pull every single wish from the universe for you if you asked him to. 

That, however, would prove itself difficult now. But despite the dark clouds hanging in the sky and draining the world off starlight, there is nothing even remotely resembling dissatisfaction on your face. Ari adores that about you: always finding happiness in every inconvenience.

You reach out your arm and let it disappear in the water curtain and Ari watches you intrigued. He notes the smile spreading on your face and that heartfelt laugh of yours warms him from the inside out. He's lost in your enchanting aura for the hundredth time today. But before a dreamy sigh can escape his lungs, your other hand is wrapped around his bicep, pulling him fully outside and into the heavy streams of rain. 

“Y/N-” he starts but the sound of thunder silences him. The rain is warm and... comforting? He is hyper aware of your touch while he realizes that. You lean your head back, completely embracing the slightly stinging drops of water pattering onto your skin. It’s brave - and he wants to be just like that. A rush of euphoria shoots through him when he leans his face into the sky. The rain is just half as scary looking up. And then, beyond his control, he releases a fervent scream into the night. 

Ari is sure he has never felt this alive before. The raindrops falling down upon him glue his feet to the ground, the lightning in the distance brightens his emotions, and the hand on his arm makes him recognize the beauty of it all. 

And then it slips away. With the simple lack of your touch, Ari is pulled back to reality. The rain seems a little colder and the storm a little heavier. But there’s a quick fix to that. Ari finds himself dragging his eyes back to you and the loving look returns back to his face. Oh, who would have thought? The simplicity of watching you dance in the rain makes the water feel nice again. The world picks its rotation back up and that warm feeling returns to his heart. 

He watches you move, jump into puddles, and not have a care in the world for your clothes being drenched or your hair getting wet. He just stands there, encased by the happiness radiating off of you and into his soul. You turn to him with the brightest eyes when he calls your name. Ari smiles as you scream through the sounds of nature.

“Yeah?!” 

You laugh when he just stares at you, and all of a sudden, time stands still again. The rain has built a wall surrounding you and him, shutting everything out that is not important - everything that is not you, or your vibrant smile, or your sparkly pants glimmering in the night. It keeps it away with its ear-bleeding pattering on the tar, connecting both of you with the sky. That’s what it feels like: as if there is nothing but you and him and the rain. 

“I LOVE YOU!” Ari blurts out, not an ounce of shame in the statement he so boldly surrendered to the night sky.

You already know. Of course, you do. But you still gift him an even brighter smile through the streams of water. You jump euphorically turning once and when you face him again, arms reaching out to either side of you, you yell back: “AND I LOVE YOU!” 

He chuckles, moving towards you and he swears he can see every single drop of water floating in the sky before it hits the ground, somehow impossibly slow. His hands find your waist, a firm but soothing squeeze to your sides before you are pulled into his chest.

“I love you more than the rain.” He says once he reached you. Ari revels in the glimmer shooting through your eyes, and he is sure that this alone is a thousand times better than any meteor shower he could have possibly witnessed today.

“I love you more than the thunder.” You move your hand over his arms causing goosebumps to run up his skin.

“I love you more than the shooting stars.” It’s a leap into the unknown, because - really - Ari is not sure if there is anything you love more than shooting stars, but he takes it in hopes of being surprised. He wouldn’t be sad though. Jealous, maybe, that the vast deep blue above him has a tighter hold on you than him, even if that would be crazy.

You smile, taking all of Ari's insecurities away with the simple gesture. “And I love you more.” 

“That’s it? Just more?” He chuckles, pulling you even closer to him. He wants to feel every piece of warmth radiating off of you - hold onto it and keep it safe in his heart.

“Just… more.” You confirm.

“Now, how can I one-up you on that?” He asks leaning into you. His forehead is touching yours again, the rain is still falling on his head, and the thunder is still rumbling in the distance. And somehow, the moment is still perfect.

“You can try and show me.” You whisper above the drumming water surrounding you. And even though Ari is not sure if he did hear every word you said, his next move had been anticipated from the start.

His lips crash onto yours as his hands roam your back. There’s water rushing down your faces, pooling in your kiss and taking his breath away. But that’s okay because Ari just needs you. He feels like he’s floating. There’s nothing that matters more than this very minute - with you.

Giddiness spreads through his body when you deepen the kiss, your tongue swiping over his bottom lip and your hands slowly making their way up his body where they slightly scratch his scalp at the nape of his neck. He feels his knees turn into jello again, but that’s okay because you have him - steady and secure with the love radiating off of you.

And as he stands there, in the pouring rain, holding you and feeling your lips on his, he realizes: There’s nothing purer, Ari is certain, than the fact that you love him and he loves you and that he’s able to tell you every second of every damn day.

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Gojo and puppy like! Reader

I hope y’all like this, it’s actually been giving me brain rot. Yk the vibes, yell at me,comment,reblog,like,etc🫶🏾

Bubbly was something gojo didn’t know he was missing until he met you. Far removed from the world of sorcerers and an actual zest for life, you were his heaven on earth. There were no preconceived ideals,no expectations so in turn no letting you down, he didn’t have to be the strongest around you—but that just made him want to protect and cherish you even more. Being gojo’s partner immediately put a target on your back and he knew it, everyone knew it. He wanted so badly to keep you from the jujutsu world but it was only a matter of time before you grew curious and we all know love is gojo’s weakness so he couldn’t deny you a thing.

What started off as showing you around the school as a one off thing ended up with you begging him to show you his cursed technique and explain how he does it. There was in innocence in yours eyes that just seemed to melt him when you looked at the blue glow around his being in awe. You couldn’t help but giggle as you bounced coins and pebbles off his infinity, utterly enamored by it. You called it his ‘magic’. He only wished he could see it the same way you do.

“Sato!”you giggled, chasing one of the fly heads he had brought out for your entertainment. The poor thing seemed genuinely terrified with gojo’s cursed energy looming in the distance as the threat it was, but you were none the wiser. “Look! Isn’t it cute?”

“Yes, yes you are”he mused before rotating his wrist, the light blue flame growing in opacity in mere seconds. “Can I exorcise it now? Yaga’ll be a real pain in my ass if he sees this”

Your feet stopped in your tracks and you turned to him with a pout on your face. “Already? It hasn’t even been ten minutes.”

“Baby-“he sighed, but you and your stupid big eyes and your heart wrenching pout seemed to derail his train of thought. Jeez, he hasn’t been this whipped since Megumi was a kid.

“I…ten more minutes, and then I exorcise it”he said, what was meant to sound like a warning just ended up sounding like a plea for you to give in.

“Ten more minutes!”you cheered already taking off again now trying to tackle the poor cursed spirit.

“And then I exorcise it!”he calls through cuffed hands a reminder.

“Cause you’re the strongest!”you call over your shoulder with a cheesy grin. Then his face grew hot-but it wasn’t a blush! The satoru gojo doesn’t blush he just…gets a little red and jittery is all.

Ten minutes soon turned to twenty but he would deny that to the grave.

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[firenati0n]

ROOPS HAPPY SLEEPOVER TIME do you have any fic recs that you think are highly underrated?

Also, is there a fic that you've read or written where you've just had a VISCERAL reaction to it? Could be good or bad

MAXXXXXXXXXXXX HELLOOOOOOOO

omg. here are some underrated fics i have (re)read recently:

pictures of you (pictures of me) - lives in my mind rent-free so hot and sweet.

if you take a life, do you know what you'll give? by @anincompletelist - bond henry and bond girl alex! beloveds. casino royale inspired. love u long time daniel craig.

Song In My Head by @cactusdragon517 - tree god alex!! very GDT vibes.

The Snow Prince by @orchidscript - literally so soft and beautiful like. ethereal.

all so human with our guards down by @maxbegone - amazing apocalypse au!!!! like so frickin good.

Every Time My Heart Swings Back to You by @xthelastknownsurvivorx - super interesting reincarnation au!

my broken bones (are mending) - archaeologist!henry and journalist!alex my BELOVEDS. amazing series.

Love and Hate at the Farmers' Market by @myheartalivewrites - super adorable farmer's market holiday fic

Down On My Knees; Wanna Take You There by @sparklepocalypse - ren faire au that lives in my mind rent free

Freaky Friday (I woke up in my enemy's body) by @happiness-of-the-pursuit - a v fun freaky friday body swap au crack fest

Praise and Supplication by @nocoastposts - insanely good first smut fic with soft dom henry my beloved

Something Borrowed, Something Blue by @anincompletelist - i have been campaigning for this fic to be the next big thing and i need it to happen NOW.

stolen glances with a string attached by @wordsofhoneydew - exceptionally adorable office au i was giggling outright

as for fics i have read/written...I'll go with written for now and say that my upcoming city of angels au has elicited some...reactions from the snippets i have shared. i myself have been overwhelmed writing it sometimes bc it feels super personal and transparent. @anincompletelist can confirm this. :) :) :)

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