#I accidentally pulled the water man while trying to get the water boy so we decided to have fun

[lollitree]

when the law starts catching up to you

[sushis-wild-imagination]

Seventeen as dads part 2

Seventeen as Dads Part 1 Seventeen Masterlist

→Choi SeungCheol

“Appa, are you hurt?” Siah gets on Seungcheols back as your husband laid on the couch. He just groans in response.

He had gotten drunk the night before and had a horrible hangover happening.

“Don’t worry, I’ll treat you” Siah, the older child says and rushed to her room to bring out her doctors kit.

Cheol manages to open his eyes, but his head still throbbing.

Siah walks into the living room with a toy stethoscope around her little neck and a toy injection in the other hand.

Cheol sees his baby bringing all her doctor toys to him and chuckles. “Are you here to take care of me doctor?”

“I will fix you” she says. “Where does it hurt?”

A smiling cheol points to his forehead. “Here doctor”

She takes the toy injection in the other hand and directly puts it on his forehead. This makes seungcheol laugh. “Thank you doctor, you’re so nice”

→Yoon Jeonghan

“Catch it, catch it” Jeonghan pulls at the rod, with the fish flapping as soon as its out of water.

The fish accidentally slap your 4 year old son in the face. “It's slippery” he says trying his best to catch the fish. Everytime the fish is in his hands, the next second it slips out. You watch on the whole spectacle laughing.

After the boys are done catching 2 fish, your boys rushed to show you.

“Now we eat them” jeonghan says

Horror spread across the 4 year old boys face. He immediately starts whining as jeonghan laughs.

“We can’t eat them, theyre our friends!” The little one yells at his dad.

“Tell him!” He also yells at you to defend him as he cries.

“What do we eat then now? Aren’t you hungry?” Jeonghan asks him touching his sons belly.

“No!” The baby says with every conviction in him.

“What do we do with these fish?”

“Take them back home and raise them”

“They’re already dead”

This earns your husband a playful smack to his arm. “Don’t say that” as both of you try to stifle giggles.

→Hong Joshua

“Happy Birthday Dojoonie” your husband, Joshua, wishes his elder son who turned 6 today.

Little did he know, he had a Surprise waiting for him outside in the yard.

"We have a surprise waiting for you outside" you tell him and his little legs rush to take him to the front yard.

"No way" He screams in excitement.

It was a toy car that he could drive.

"Hey, Hey, mister, safe driving only" you say as he gets on the car.

He drives exactly like Joshua. You giggle at that. "He has the same driving face as you" you say to Joshua looking at your son driving away.

"I don't have a driving face" he defends.

"You do!" and you mimic the face he makes while he concentrates on driving.

"He's learning everything from me" Joshua exclaims.

"Im glad, you're a wonderful man Joshua"

"Thank you for saying that, darling" he says wrapping his hand around your torso while you look at your son not braking in time and crashing.

"And thats a crash" you say and both of you rush to him to do damage control.

→Wen JunHui

"It won't hurt, I promise"

Your son is wailing and hiccuping through his sobs, he is terrified of his tooth falling. It's his first milk tooth and that tooth has been dangling for 2 weeks now.

He has a birthday party to attend and he wants to eat everything and anything but the tooth won't let him. So Jun came up with a solid idea of pulling it out himself. As much as I am against it, you kid really wants it taken out but is also scared of it.

"See, we're going to tie this tooth to this floss and the other end to the door handle okay? then you can push the door shut when you're ready, the tooth will fall out" your husband calmly explains.

The boy looks terrified.

"It won't hurt, promise" he says.

Your son holds your hand tight as Jun ties the floss to the door.

"3" his grip on your hand tightens.

"2" his jaw clenches.

"1"

your son kicks the door and the tooth comes out in one swift motion. Your son is ecstatic as he rushed to your side to hug you.

"I did it mama"

"You did, my sweet boy, now you can eat all the hard candies you want at Dojoon's birthday!" you say and he smiles at you front tooth missing, You giggle at his missing tooth.

"What about daddy, I did all the heavy lifting" Jun sulks.

→Kwon Hoshi

Your son jiho has been climbing everything he can reach, he's at that age where his feet are faster than his body. This time he was climbing the kitchen counter making steps out of the drawers. Its dangerous.

"soonyoung, he's been climbing everything, we need to change in child safety on the drawers, it's all broken now"

"I'll get them on the way back from work tomorrow"

Soonyoung sits in front of Jiho with a tiger soft toy, Jiho's favourite.

Soonyoung pretends to voice the tiger and starts talking to jiho.

"Jiho, its me, your favourite tiger, your dad can't hear us"

This snaps Jiho's attention to the tiger. He smiles at the tiger and says the cutest hi.

"Your dad told me you've been climbing chairs and drawers, you shouldn't do that, it is dangerous"

"dangers?"

"yes, dangerous, you could fall and give yourself a ouchie then the doctor will give you an injection"

"no injection"

"You shouldn't climb"

"I'll go now" soonyoung says to jiho in the tiger voice.

"Tiger told me not to climb" he tells his dad immediately.

"It speaks?"

"Only I can hear him, he's my best friend that's why"

"Is that so?"

"Yes"

→Jeon Wonwoo

"Daddy its torn, its torn" your 4 year old comes to you and your husband in the living room talking about his day.

"What's torn honey?" you ask looking down at her. Your daughter holds up Ms. Kiki.

Your sweet sweet baby girl, Min ju, had this one teddy bear she carried around everywhere. Ms. Kiki. It was her emotional support soft toy. She'd bring it to trips, to restaurants and even to the doctors, where she needed it the most.

"Ms. Kiki" she was bawling her eyes out. Wonwoo takes her in his lap. You inspect the tear, it was just a tear on the stitch, a few hand stitches should do the trick.

"Can I do it after I come back?" you had to head out to a meeting in some time.

she starts to whine a little again.

"Daddy will do it" wonwoo chimes and she becomes happy again.

"Ill fetch you the sewing kit, just stitch it here," you tell him showing him where.

The father daughter duo sit side by side, as Minju waits for her dad to sew it slowly.

he pricks himself with the needle the first try and hisses.

"Does it hurt daddy?" Min ju asks.

"Not it doesn't its a pinch" he says and continues sewing while you change into your work clothes.

"After 5 minutes he was done. "Tada!" wonwoo holds up the bear to minju, she was ecstatic.

You were ready to go and stopped by wonwoo to see what he did, and he did a pretty good job.

"Good job!" you praise him.

"Daddy is the bear doctor"

"Bear doctor sounds like a great title"

→Lee Jihoon

You had come to visit Woozi's studio with your 3 year old Daughter Jia, Jihoon wanted to show her his new studio with a lot of lights, he thought the baby would enjoy it.

The light projecting stars and colourful galaxies, he called it the universe factory. Quite a cute name. He was the hottest looking man when he was in his studio focusing and working. One of the reasons you fell for him.

"So? How do you like it?" he asks.

"It looks beautiful, it's so pretty" looking up in wonder.

Your baby, Jia also is looking up adoring the roof and pointing to the stars she sees.

"Stars!"

"So pretty" your child mumbles.

Your daughter now was in his lap, pushing all buttons possible and some beats and sound start to come out of the speakers. Almost like she was making music herself.

"She seems like a natural" he says to her and takes her off the keys before she deletes important files.

"A few years, she'll come for your job Mr. producer"

→Lee Dokyeom

"It's mommy birthday so we're going to bake a cake, but you have to promise me princess you're not going to eat the cake before that" Dokyeom sternly but the 2 year old babbling baby only looks up to see her boba eyes staring at him.

"You're too cute to scold" he says and starts making the cake.

Midway through the icing, Dokyeom was too focus on making the icing, he didn't realise the other side of the icing on the cake was getting eaten, little by little.

Your daughter's little fingers had swiped away at the icing one by one making a big icing mine in the cake. The back of the cake was eaten and ruined, but Dokyeom could not get angry at her. She looked too cute with icing all over her face.

"Here's a strawberry" Dokyeom tells her and hands her a strawberry to eat while he tries to save the cake.

"Finally done, you think mom would like it?" Dokyeom holds the cake to his toddler. "mmh" she hums to the strawberry she had in hand.

You had just returned from a long day of work, all you wanted was to cuddle your two main babies and go to sleep.

You come back to a dark living room and a startling noise.

"Surprise! Happy Birthday Baby!" Dokyeom says with your precious daughter in his arms and a strawberry cake.

"What's with the cake?" you ask looking up at him, then realising your little princess probably ate while making it.

Her hands held a half eaten strawberry as you take her from your husband and shower her with kisses.

"What about me!" Dokyeom sulks and you shower him with kisses too.

"Best Birthday ever"

→Kim Mingyu

Bora haas been wanting a make up set like you have for ages. Mingyu promised to get her a kids make up set on the way back from work today, and he did.

Bora was so excited she started to jump around the living room.

It was a cute toy, with a mirror and brushes and everything. You just hoped it's goes okay on her skin and doesn't damage it.

"Thank you! Thank you!" her little frame hugs Mingyu.

She opens the kit and gets everything out.

"Appa, do you want to be the first customer of my salon?" she says.

He pretends to be a customer. "Hello, I would like a make over please" he says in a fake customer voice that makes your daughter giggle.

She happily obliges and puts this towel in his collar for his shirt. Quite thoughtful.

Bora roughly brushes over his face with some powder from the kit, being careful with it ends up going into mingyu's mouth and he blows raspberries to get it out.

"What kind of a salon is this?" he says giggling. Bora only laughs.

She finishes her masterpiece with a lipstick on her dad's face. a little over drawn but cute nevertheless.

"Tada!" she says as she holds up the mirror to his face.

"Do you feel beautiful daddy?"

"I feel so beautiful baby" he says and Bora runs to her room to bring one of her play wigs to put on her dad's head.

It was a golden bright wig with pigtails to complete the look.

You sneakily take a picture on your phone as you laugh.

Bora laughs too. "Daddy you look like a clown"

This comment makes you laugh even more coming from your daughter.

"Let's go mommy next!" Mingyu suggests with playful evil eyes and you almost run away before mingyu could catch you.

→Xu Minghao

"Daddy, it's tea time, cmon! cmon!" your younger daughter grabs your husbands hand and drags him to her room.

"Why am I not invited?" you pout.

"it's only for daddy"

She's seen Minghao do his tea ceremony often. He stopped a while before, but once your daughter was born, Minghao and your daughter started play dates where they would pretend to drink tea, you found it cute.

"How is daycare?"

"No one likes to play tea party" she complains as you watch this interaction.

The little girl pours the 'tea' its just water, into the her father's cup and her cup.

"Why?"

"I'm not sure, but I have you to play with me"

"You do, I'll play tea party with you all day" Minghao says picking up the cup and putting it to his lips.

"Appa, stick your little finger out, like this" she says and demonstrates.

"Ah yes, how can I forget" he says and does as told.

Your daughter really had him wrapped around her little finger. It was adorable to watch.

→Boo Seungkwan

"Stand here and shoot" seungkwan tells your 7 yer old son.

You were at the basketball court where seungkwan was teaching your son, Channie.

"Shoot, don't get on your toes" he yells at him from the sideline.

He finally makes a score and you cheer. Seungkwan looks very satisfied with himself.

"Let's do a mother son vs dad" you suggest and run into the court to start a match.

"Oh its on"

You jump on seungkwans back while his guard is down and, it becomes difficult for him to steal the ball from Chan and Chan scores. You put both your hands up in the air in celebration.

"Your dad's not that great at this after all" you say sassily to your husband kissing his cheek from the back.

"we'll see, we'll see, get off me! no cheating this time" he warns with a playful smile.

"We'll try"

This time you decide to take both his hands in yours and literally pull him away from the court while your son attempts to score. He misses twice and Seungkwan pretends to escape to save the ball.

Chan finally scores and seungkwan doesn't let your hand go though.

"We won!" you exclaim in your husbands face.

"Come here sneaky" he says wrapping his hands around your waist, not letting you go.

"You're not going to score this time" he says and throws you over his shoulder and grabs your son by the torso holding him with his arm.

It was all laughs and giggles.

→Choi Vernon

"AAH" you hear a shriek coming from the living room. It was your husband Vernon, running to the bedroom to you.

"There's a bug on the wall, bug on the wall"

You can deal with smaller bugs, so you walk out confidently, assuming it's a smaller bug, but it was indeed a big bug.

Your 4 year old Derek, had come out of his room hearing the shriek.

"It's a bug?" he asks, while you hold a container to catch the bug and Vernon hiding behind you, neither of you taking any action to actually catch the bug.

"Derek will catch it for you" your son says in third person and bravely goes to the bug, climbing the couch to for his little hands to get to it.

"Are you sure he's my son?"

"What do you mean? Of course he's your son!" you exclaim.

You see Derek picking up the bug by its wings and asking you to stretch the container, you outstretch your hand with the container as far as you could. The bug really gave you the ice and made your body shudder.

"Done! Here's your new home bug!" Your 4 year old talks to the bug that's now in the container.

You and Vernon share a look.

"Aw my baby, protects me from bugs" you pat Dereks back.

"That was nothing" he boasts, trying to impress his mom.

Lee Chan

"What do you think?" you husband, Chan, had just shared with you the most evil plan to prank your daughter. He wanted you in on it.

"She's going to cry" you warn him.

"It's a prank, we'll teach her to be a good sport" he justifies.

"You father daughter do what you want" you let it go. You eerily sound like what your mom used to say and that makes you chuckle internally.

"Okay, I'm gonna go hide it all"

The living room was a mess with all of Yu Na toys as she played in the living room.

"Yu Na" her father appears from the bedroom, "I have to tell you something"

Yu Na thinks its batch time and start whining, she hates bath time.

"It's something else" Chan clears and she calms down.

"Appa was hungry, so Appa ate something that was Yu Na's" he starts.

"My chocolate cake?" she asks in her little voice.

"There's chocolate cake in the fridge?" he looks surprised.

"Yeah, Uncle Dokyeom brought it yesterday"

"Ah, did he? I didn't eat that"

"What did you eat?"

"I ate all your halloween candy"

She looked like she was about to cry, her lips even turned downward. but what came out of her mouth was so precious.

"You were hungry?"

"Yes baby, I was"

"It's okay because you were hungry. You are supposed to eat when you're hungry and I love you so it's okay"

Chan and you were stunned to hear that. She hugs Chan and you give him a heartfelt look.

"This prank turned out wholesome" he says to you.

"Daddy didn't eat all your candies, we were just joking" you explain to your child.

"Just joking?"

"Yeah, we can have some after dinner" the little girl leapt in excitement and ran into the kitchen.

"We're raising the sweetest girl"

"All thanks to you, my love" he takes your hand and you smile at him.

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I've been writing this ALL day, this is like 13 fics, I had so much fun though.

[kuoukyeee]

Pool Day with the Kengan boys

Gender neautral

Reader is wearing a swimsuit

A bit suggestive

Please stay hydrated and wear sunscreen, no matter your skin tone!!! Because every one can get sun damage!!!!! Also be careful to not slip on the tiles, and make sure the colour of your swimsuit can be seen underwater, so you can be easily spotted!!!

Imai Cosmo

AAAHHH this boy is basically vibrating in his seat during the car trip. He cant wait to play in the water with you.

Once you guys reach the pool he would rush you to the changing rooms, and will sulk if you tell him to slow down.

After you change into your swimsuit he will get a bit more bashful (cus he checking u out😭). However he soon gets over it and continues being playful.

He definetly says some shit like 'I dont need sunscreen!' 🙄 boy shut up before you turn red.

He WILL splash you with water.

Loves to cuddle you on those big ass floaties.

DEFINITELY HITS YOU IN THE HEAD WITH POOL NOODLES.

The aqua blue of the pool really suits him, tbh imo he would rock the surfer boy aesthetic.

This cutie gets so sad when you guys have to leave 🥺

Overall 8/10 pool day, very fun however you probably cant keep up with his energy, and you have to nag him about pool safety.

Sen Hatsumi

This man is laying his charm on thick as soon a he thinks of the word 'swimsuit'.

He would ask if he can rub sunscreen on you(🙄) don't let his innocent tone fool you. As soon as he gets his hands on you he is going to feel you up.

As for him, he would ask (beg) you to put sunscreen on him. If you do agree to help him, he looks composed on the outside but he will get a bit giddy and shy.

He will laze about on a sunbed or float in the water with you.

He looks SO SEXY with wet hair

If he's feeling playful he might pull you in the water before you're acclimated to the temperature, so you shiver and hold on to him for warmth.

You have to tell him to get his mind out of the gutter when he sees you eating ice cream or ice lollies .

He will constantly be checking you out ngl, and will try to say some shit like 'youre cute with your swimsuit but you'd look even cuter without it'💀💀💀

9/10 pool day, this guy is just so chill that it relaxes you.

Rihito

This guy is throwing compliment after compliment, giggling and blushing at you.

He would either totally forget to apply sunscreen and cry like a baby the next day, while you apply aloe vera or yoghurt on him. Or he wont stop harassing you until you put sunscreen on him (much like a kid on a car trip repeating 'are we there yet??').

Can see him wearing those arm floaties.

Definitely complains about how sticky the sunscreen is.

Would put you on his shoulders while in the pool

He would submerge himself so he can ogle at your body under the water

Dont fall asleep around this man when youre sunbathing because he will squirt (lol) sus shaped sunscreen blobs on you.

Idk why but I can see him getting tan

7.5/10 pool day cus hes too focused on wooing you.

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[yongbokkk]

by the waters, part 1

pairings: lee know x m!reader

genre: fluff, mermaid au

a/n: hi im back i think... my apologies

stray kids had been waiting forever for their vacation, so they decided to spend all their peaceful time on an island. not many people were touring and the water was still fresher than ever. not to mention, the nature here looked amazing.

the eight of them have already gone to their chosen rooms, beginning to unpack. minho went to the balcony to stare at the scenery, the ocean waves crashing into each other as the water sparkled.

jisung came up to him, "yah, i bet you there's a mermaid out there." he leaned on the glass fence, joining minho.

"mermaids? you're crazy." minho shook his head.

"can't be always wrong." the younger one lightly gasped, "how about you drown, and then a mermaid would come and save you!" he teased.

"you want me to die or something? it's so unlikely they exist, it's just a fairy tale." minho kept denying.

"hmm, okay, believe whatever you want ~" jisung waved him goodbye and went back inside the house.

the older sighed, before heading back in since it was getting late.

it was the morning, and minho went out for a long stroll outside on the island. the breeze was cold but very refreshing. this island was such a good pick for them.

the brunette found two stray cats, which was weird for them to be here. nonetheless, he fed and played with them for almost an hour.

it was a struggle for him to not scoop the kittens up and adopt them, he felt bad he had to leave the two cuties. minho eventually got bored and decided to go fishing, not the best, but he liked to try.

minho went by the waters with a fishing rod, he tied the hook on with the fish bait and threw it into the water.

After a few minutes of waiting, there was a huge tug on the string. he must've caught a big one, he'll definitely tell this to the members.

but as he was pulling it up, streams of crimson blood were found at the surface of the water. did the fish bleed that much?

he was wrong, it wasn't a fish he had caught.

minho's eyes widened as he pulled up a bleeding man, with fishtails for legs.

jisung was right, mermen and mermaids were real.

minho panicked, watching the person hiss at the hook painfully attached to his skin. he couldn't just sit there in shock, he needed to do something.

he quickly unwrapped the scarf that was on his neck, rushing to the merman. minho carefully took the hook out and wrapped the scarf around the boy's bleeding arm.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry..." minho kept apologizing for hurting the person, but all the merman did was stare at the human.

finally, he took the time to look at the merman, and boy, he was the most beautiful thing minho's eyes ever laid down on.

"it's okay, you didn't mean it. right?" the merman was unsure whether to trust the human or not.

"never in my life will i hurt anyone intentionally." he finished tying the scarf around the arm securely, "..are you fine with getting medical help?" he looked around, trying to see if he could find anyone.

"no! don't let them discover me!" the merman sounded scared and nervous. minho understood and dropped calling for help.

"how are we gonna patch that up, then?" he questioned, pointing at the deep wound underneath the cloth.

"the water helps me heal, it'll take a while but you don't have to worry." the h/c put a reassuring smile, which the dancer found ethereal.

"ah, alright." minho was still shocked that he had witnessed a real-life merman, he thought it was all a fairy tale. "do you have a name?"

"y/n, what about yours?" y/n's mesmerizing eyes sparkled in minho's view.

"minho." he smiled, wanting this moment to last forever.

"...promise you won't tell anyone about me?" y/n practically begged, making a stern and serious face.

"of course, i wouldn't tell the world."

minho kept his word and never told anyone about the encounter. when they asked about the missing scarf, he made the excuse of accidentally leaving it somewhere.

jisung wasn't that convinced, he couldn't have just left the scarf somewhere.

"i don't believe you, bet you left it in someone's bedroom." jisung smirked suggestively, making minho scrunch in disgust.

"no, i'm telling the truth." he rolled his eyes, returning back to cooking for the members.

"have you seen a mermaid yet?" jisung asked, catching minho off guard as he made a cut in his fingers with the knife.

"ow!" minho hissed. "l-like i said, mermaids don't exist." he said, causing jisung to sigh loudly.

after eating a delicious meal, all eight of them went to their bedrooms for slumber, except for minho.

his mind was stuck on a certain merman from earlier, he still couldn't believe there were actually living mer-creatures, and that he was lucky enough to meet one.

that next day, minho told the members that he'd be going for another walk again. they didn't care much but to wish him safe.

well, his heart had other intentions. he found himself sitting on the tough but comfortable rock, staring off at the far sea, waiting for y/n's arrival.

since it was unplanned, it was very unlikely for him to show up. so why did minho feel the need to come by?

he waited, and waited, to the point where the said 'walk' he told the other members was now considered a lie. minho slightly had his hopes up for the beautiful creature to pop up.

seeing as it has been almost an hour, he was bound to give up. minho stood up from his seat on the rock, but before he could turn away, the water sparkled.

he was there.

[rosewaterandivy]

summary: as far as dinners go, it could’ve been worse.

pairing: e.m. x eldest harrington!reader

w.c.: 990

warnings: accidental pregnancy, attempted bribery, reader a sophomore at Yale, eddie is 20

“So, Munson,” Mr. Harrington says, voice straining at politeness, “Ever heard of condoms?”

Steve chokes on his water as his eyes cut to you. Rolling your lips between your teeth, you hold your tongue despite wanting to do the exact opposite. Eddie cautions you with a quick glance, oddly reassuring.

“I hardly think that appropriate—“

“If you’re old enough to use them, then you're old enough to discuss the consequences, isn’t that right, dear?”

And for all your mother’s effort, she merely shrugs as if to say what can you do? She takes another sip of her wine.

“Dad, you said you’d be polite.” You remind him, spearing a brussel sprout with a particular fury.

“I’m being perfectly nice,” He says icily, “I haven’t even threatened him yet.”

“C’mon,” Steve says, trying for levity. “We can be civil.”

“Of course,” Your father scoffs. “Civil. It’s civil of me to invite you into my home, to dine with the trailer trash that dared laid hands on my—“

“She’s not yours,” Eddie cuts in, a mirthless laugh propelling the words from his mouth. He’s getting impatient, the pull of his upper lip just enough to give him a slight snarl. “She’s not some pawn for you to maneuver across the board anymore, Harrington.” Eddie’s eyes dart to you, calm and collected. “Hasn’t been for some time now.”

“That is enough!” He seethes, playing right into Eddie’s hands. Smoothing down his tie which had become rumpled in his outburst, Mr. Harrington trains his eyes on Eddie with a steely resolve. “I am only going to say this once.”

Eddie sits up a bit straighter in his chair. He can see you’ve abandoned the pretense of eating, fork laid delicately across the bone china plate. Your knuckles turning white as your clutch the arms of the chair. Steve catches your attention and deploys some sibling shorthand Eddie could never quite decipher, before abandoning his seat to stand at your side.

You bite your cheek, hoping the slight pain would mitigate the tears gathering in your eyes, as your brother lays a comforting hand on your shoulder, and wait for the fallout from this dinner party disaster.

Mr. Harrington points a menacing finger at Eddie, all boardroom bravado, and carefully enunciates his words. “Look at me when I’m talking to you, boy.”

Harrington’s barely started his tirade and Eddie’s blood is already boiling. He tongues his canines and forces himself to stare the man down.

“From one… father to another,” He spits the word. “I will not have my grandchild to be raised by the likes of you. As a Harrington, that baby will know exactly who they are, and who they are not.”

He hears your sharp intake of breath, knows he can’t let himself to get distracted right now. Eddie takes a slow breath as your father continues.

“I will not allow you to ruin everything this family has built. You can rest assured that the child will want for nothing. And if you walk away now,” He pulls a paper from his jacket pocket and slides it deftly across the polished table. “I can make it well worth your while.”

“William, you wouldn’t—“ Your mother gasps, wine glass clinking onto the table.

But oh, he would.

In fact, there was not much Mr. Harrington wouldn’t do to preserve the pristine veneer of his family name. And really, it wouldn’t be the first time he’d paid a Munson off.

It would, however, be the first time he’d attempted to bribe the wrong one.

Apparently, the apple fell farther from the tree than he’d bargained for.

“You done now, Will?” Eddie snarls, voice taunting as he rises to his full height and looms across the table. “Must think you’re real hot shit in that three piece suit to what? Try and intimidate me?” He scoffs, eye flitting to the document laid before him. “Have to say, that’s a pretty nifty sum you’ve had your boys cook up there. Too bad you bet on the wrong horse, huh?”

At this, your father’s once confident smirk slides off his face.

“See, you can raise all the hell you want. Drag me through the mud for all I care. You think I give a fuck about that?” He snorts, flicking the paper back down the table. “I know what people like you think of me, and that’s fine. I know who I am.” He pauses, watching the muscle of your dad’s jaw tighten in fury. “I may just be Al Munson’s screw up son to you, can bribe him just like we did the old man. But I think we both know who raised me.”

Eddie watches as the realization dawns on the man, how fantastically he’d miscalculated. Didn’t even have to mention his name, and already had old Harrington sweating bullets.

“I don’t know about you, but I wager there’ll be hell to pay once he finds out you’ve not only slandered his grandchild but also upset his favorite person in the world.”

His mouth, which had fallen open to launch a rebuttal, falls shut. Mr. Harrington eyes him quizzically.

“Oh, me? Nah man,” Eddie shakes his head and nods toward you, standing at the opposite end of the table. “Her.”

He sets his napkin on the table and pushes in his chair, his mama taught him manners after all. “Well Mrs. H., thanks for the swell dinner.”

Eddie’s body is already buzzing as you stride toward him and slot your fingers through his. Pulling him down the entryway, your heels click against the polished marble floor.

He pauses at the door, your mother and father still seated in the dining room as Steve grabs his keys.

“Y’know, I may not have much,” Eddie says, voice raised for them to hear. “But I’ll do right by them, William. No one can stop me.” An elegant bejeweled hand reaches for the door knob, “Though you’re welcome to keep trying.”

[bby-blu-swirll]

can you write something with shoto x reader but the reader ignores shoto after a fight? ( happy ending though !!! ) love ur writing xx

omg of course !!! babes i can't tell you how big it made me smile to see this in my inbox sksdkjsdjklsd xx

content warnings : mild angst and a HEAVY sass,, lol nothing too heavy, hurt/comfort w a very sweet little ending, pls enjoy nonnie !!

" cold shoulder ? " - todoroki x reader

the student commons were filled with soft music and small giggles from you and uraraka, completely side tracked from the homework iida was desperately trying to pull your attention back to. midoriya had given up at this point, just watching the three of you with a small smile.

"i'm just saying, i think a small break to run and get coffee would be productive." you chuckled softly, more amused by iida's arm chopping than anything.

"we took a long break less than an hour ago! it would be more productive to at least work a small while longer!"

you only laughed harder when ochako began to imitate his expression and movements. you stopped, however, smile dropping when you saw a todoroki stepping towards your table.

you closed your book quickly and pushed it to the side, standing up.

"y/n, wait-" he put a hand on your shoulder carefully, pressing his lips together when you shrugged it off.

"yeah, i'm going to go get a coffee. ochako, you wanna come?" you pushed in your chair as she nodded, standing up. "i'll grab you guys something too, just text me whatever you want."

you were already at the door before they could get a word out. deku and iida both jumped when you shut the door firmly. your boyfriend, however, just let out an exasperated sigh.

"um.. hey, todoroki?" midoriya fiddled with his pencil. "what was that about?"

"yes, it seems out of character for her to give you the cold shoulder, even when upset." iida had pushed his books to the side now too, his concern for a friend taking priority.

"she's not giving me the cold shoulder, she's just..." he sighed again as he pulled a chair and took a seat. he pressed his hands together and took a deep breath. "when she gets angry, she avoids me and ignores me so she doesn't say something she doesn't mean. like i did," he rubs his eyes and pulls his hands down his face, groaning in frustration. "i'm such an idiot..."

"what exactly, did you do?" midoriya cocked his head curiously, both boys now looking worried.

"finals are coming up, and i guess i've been letting that, and everything else lately, get to me. last night when i was putting away the dishes, i just kept thinking about it. my provisional license, the exams, my old man... i was just trying to finish quickly so i could get back to studying. y/n had come in to get a glass of water, and i didn't see her, i accidentally ran into her..."

todoroki took a deep breath and closed his eyes. the look on your face, he just couldn't get it out of his head.

"she dropped her cup, it broke, and i got stupid and angry. i got upset with her even though she apologized, even though it was my fault, and that turned into a stupid argument, and i said something i shouldn't have. i heard my father's voice coming out of my mouth. 'you're in the way.' ..." he took another deep breath. "but it wasn't my old man that hurt her. it was me,"

the boys just stared at him. they weren't exactly sure what to do or say.

"she's angry, and she has every right to be. even if she was just giving me the cold shoulder, i would understand. after all, that's what i did to my father when i was upset." he cracked a sad smile. "i guess we're alike in that way... but she handles these things better than i do."

he stood up abruptly and stuffed his hands in his pockets.

"todoroki? are you alright?" iida stood too, followed by midoriya.

"i'll be fine, it's y/n you should worry about... i'm going out. i'll be back soon."

"uh- wait! todoroki! where are you going?" midoriya took a few steps after him, towards the front foyer.

"to fix this." was all he said before closing the door behind him.

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"hey ochako, can you hand me my phone?" you pointed to it sitting on the night stand that far from where you sat on your bed.

"huh? oh, yeah!" she leaned over and grabbed it, it was only a few inches to her right.

"thanks.." you took it and skipped the song, biting the inside of your cheek. it was the song you had showed shoto when you were first getting to know him.

while the two of you had been out, you explained why you were ignoring your boyfriend. she was upset on your behalf, even though you told her not to be. you understood why he was so tense, but that didn't excuse what he did. it wasn't worth someone else getting upset over, though. this was your problem. she, however, insisted that this wasn't something you could push her away from and demanded that you let her spend the rest of the evening taking care of you and your fragile emotions. you bought candy and picked movies to watch, anything to keep your mind off of him until you and todoroki were in a better state to talk about it.

after you and uraraka had gotten home from your "coffee break", you were surprised to find your study buddies on the couch, picking out a movie. they didn't explain why, but apparently they had decided you had all done enough work for one day. you ended up watching whatever together until you and ochako retired to your room and blew off dinner. (normally iida would never condone such actions, but after hearing from todoroki what had happened, he decided to just bring the two of you a couple plates from downstairs.)

so here you were, just listening to music and talking about whatever, letting the conversation go wherever it did. until, however, a knock pulled your attention to your door. you looked over at uraraka before getting up to open it.

there was nobody on the other side, nobody down the hall either way, and you almost closed it before you saw something on the ground. you knit your brows together and couched down. a few packages of your favorite snacks, some of them from shops that were more than 30 minutes away. there was a bottle of your favorite beverage with a small pink sticky note, a heart drawn onto it carefully.

most eye-catching, though, was the jar full of your favorite flowers. it was a beautiful bouquet, small enough to fit on your desk but in no way minimal or boring, with a bow of your favorite color tied around it.

"y/n? what is it?" uraraka asked from your bed, leaning over to try and see.

"it's..." your eyes drifted down to one of the snack packages, with another sticky note. this one, however, was covered in tidy, familiar handwriting.

you pulled it off the bag and read it a few times over.

"i know you need time. take as much as you need. you have every right to be upset with me. what i said was wrong. all of it. i'm sorry. you deserve a better apology than this, too. just please come and find me when you're ready to talk. any time, wake me up if you need. i love you. -shoto"

you smiled softly, shaking your head. "it's a gesture, i guess..."

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todoroki was in his room absolutely losing his mind. he couldn't stop thinking about you. he was hunched over his desk, trying to read the same paragraph for the 4th time over, but it was useless. yesterday, his studies were the most important thing in the world. now, they didn't matter at all. nothing mattered except you. how he'd upset you and how he just wanted to fix it. now you were the most important thing in the world. and that's how it should have been the whole time. you should have been his priority.

a small knock snapped him out of his thoughts. he checked the clock, it was almost midnight. his heart leapt into his throat, adrenaline shooting through him as he prayed it was you on the other side. he was at the door in seconds, but hesitated before opening. he took a deep breath and pulled on the handle.

and there you stood. hands together, tugging on the cuffs of your sweater. you looked so beautiful, he just wanted to throw his arms around you, hold you, kiss you. but he knew he had to earn that again.

"hey..." he mentally kicked himself as soon as the words left his mouth.

"hey?" that's all you have to say? really??

"you... gonna let me in?" you motioned behind him.

"oh-" he stepped out of the way quickly, wishing he could slap himself to get his head on right.

you sat down on his floor calmly, crossing your legs and looking at him with an expectant look. he took his seat across from you and took a deep breath, trying to find the right place to start. he had spent every hour since he snapped at you trying to think of what to say, and suddenly now, he was drawing a blank. your piercing gaze wasn't exactly helping either, but he figured he kind of deserved that.

he took a deep breath and met your eyes. "i'm sorry. for what i said. really, really, sorry. it was stupid. i've been letting everything get the best of me lately, with my father and exams, and my license, which isn't an excuse. i just thought you should know why," he swallowed before continuing. "it was just a stupid cup, and even that was my fault-"

you huffed a laugh, making him stop and smile softly.

"i shouldn't have lost my temper with you. you don't deserve to be a punching bag for my frustrations. and you know that, but i need you to know that i do too. and i need you to know, you're never in the way. ever. i let other things get in the way of how much i care about you. school and stuff is important, but you take priority every time, and i need to start acting like it. so, i'm sorry. do you think you could forgive me?"

he held his breath, terrified of your answer. you stared at him for a long moment.

all of todoroki's fears melted the second you broke into a smile, throwing yourself into his arms. you wrapped your legs around his waist and buried your head in his neck.

you laughed and ran your fingers up and down his spine slowly. "you're forgiven... all you had to do was ask."

he let out a heavy sigh of relief. he pressed his nose into your hair, smelling your shampoo, just enjoying being close to you. he smiled to himself and kissed your head, making you chuckle.

"just..." you pulled away, keeping your arms around his neck, just far enough to look him in the eyes. "talk to me, next time. when you start to get overwhelmed. let me help you. you know that you don't have to deal with things alone anymore."

he sighed and looked to the floor. "i know, i guess old habits die hard... i'm sorry-"

you held his face gently and pressed your lips to his. he hummed softly, putting his hand at the base of your neck.

"you've said enough sorry's for one night," you pulled away with a smile. "don't sweat it, just make sure you talk to me."

a faint smile decorated his lips as he pulled you close to him, nestling under your jaw. he took a moment just breath you in. he sighed contently.

"i don't deserve you..."

you chuckled, tangling your fingers in his hair.

"i know.. <3"

WOW. WOOOOW.

1967 words sksjkdkjsd <3

i didn't think i would get this done in the matter of time i did lol - i saw this request this morning as i was on my way out the door, so i had a tone of time to think about it until i got home later. pretty happy w/ how it turned out i think,, i hope whoever requested it likes it !!

it's my first request so i hope that i did a good job, please, anybody feel free to send me any ideas ! writing so much over the last few days since i started this blog on a whim has really been a good distraction for me, and a good exercise for my brain in general.

btw,, apologies for any of my personal issues that may have leaked through lol <33

love you sm !! hope everyone has a lovely day/night/morning/evening 💗💗

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Wednesday WIP, Clegan Stalag fic. Currently at 6,000 words and not done yet. Also my first ever attempt at something that isn't fluff.

Very vague premise I started with is the idea that Bucky was struggling so visibly in the Stalag, while Buck mostly seemed strong (even though we know that man was NOT okay). So I took Buck out of the equation for a bit to explore Bucky's ability to lead while dealing with his deteriorating mental state. He accidentally checked out of the leadership role with Buck there to take care of it and now he feels compelled to step up and into it with Buck gone (hopefully temporarily) but he struggles to do it without Buck by his side. Learning about himself and Buck in the process because he unintentionally left Buck to lead on his own, and now that he has to do it while Buck is away, suffering in the place of a fellow airmen, he doesn't know if he can.

Here's 800 words to test the waters.

Bucky rolled over in his bunk as the door to their hut slammed open, hitting the wall with a thud. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been dozing; he was never really sure of that these days. He was fairly confident that the boys were only coming back from the daily line-up at the potato shack. He remembers a firm squeeze to his shoulder and a murmured “Be back with your chow in a bit, just rest John,” in his favorite raspy voice and swears it was just moments ago. Returning to their broken-down hovel with bowls of potato water surely didn’t warrant the chaos that interrupted Bucky’s doze.

Lately Bucky has been fading in and out. He doesn’t know how best to describe it, and he wouldn’t try to anyway, so he avoids thinking about it as best he can. Somedays he thinks maybe he should try to describe it to Gale. He might be a man of few words, but he hardly ever fails to say exactly what Bucky needs to hear.

But every time he wants to finally open his mouth and unburden himself onto Gale, his gaze lingers on the dark bruises that seem to grow every day under his eyes. On the skin pulled taught on his pale cheekbones as he somehow manages to lose weight and color faster than any other man in the Stalag.

In the end, each time, he refuses to become a burden to Gale. He won’t add to the heavy load on his best friend’s shoulders with his own issues, even though his current issues are preventing him from helping to lessen the load like he usually would.

“What the fuck are we supposed to do?” Bucky hears Crank’s voice cut above the anxious chatter that filled the hut.

“I don’t know Crank! We sent a runner to get Colonel Clark but what the hell is he supposed to even do?” Benny’s voice, usually calm and reasonable breaks out through the growing volume of voices in the small space and Bucky begins to gain momentum to sit up.

“Bucky get the fuck up,” Brady’s uncharacteristically harsh voice almost stops Bucky in his tracks, but he manages to get to his feet as he finally looks around to observe the faces of the men around him. They all look some combination of angry and scared. Bucky observes every face in the room, noting that his favorite face of them all is missing, before turning to Brady.

“Where’s Buck?”

Brady shakes his head and turns away from Bucky, looking somehow both more angry and more scared than anyone else in the room and Bucky feels the fog lift from his brain as his heart starts to pound faster in his chest.

“Where the fuck is Buck?” Bucky questions the room. His gaze flicks over the faces of his men, watching as most of them shuffle their feet and avoid eye contact with him. He swears he can feel his blood cool in his veins as he takes a step forward and grabs Benny around his collar and pulls him forward.

“Where is he Benny?” Bucky shakes him, feeling more alive than he has since before he walked into that phone booth in London.

“They beat him,” Benny breathes out. “Then they took him to the cooler.”

Bucky drops his hands, releasing Benny’s jacket and stumbling back a step.

“What?” He can’t help but stare at Benny uncomprehending because Gale is a senior officer in here. He goes to meetings with the Krauts and negotiates for supplies and he’s fucking Gale. Gentle, quiet, loving Gale and how could anyone hurt him?

“For how long?” Bucky practically yells. The cooler? He thinks and feels his heart sink. Gale can’t go to solitary confinement, none of them can survive this place alone and Gale has been wasting away even in a room full of people who care about him.

“Do we look like we speak German Bucky? We don’t fucking know anything!” Crank snaps at him.

“Why?” He needs answers. Disrespecting the guards gets you thrown in the cooler. Trying to escape gets you thrown in the cooler and none of them are going anywhere without a plan and each other. Gale wouldn’t do anything to get himself thrown into solitary, none of them would. Except me, Bucky thinks and then immediately feels shame.

Bucky reels back as every head in the room turns in the same direction at once and he follows their gaze, shocked when his eyes end up on Alex, leaning against the wall in the corner.

Silence envelops the room and Bucky takes a step towards him.

“I was working on the maps,” Alex says, still staring at the floor. “I didn’t see the Krauts coming, but Buck did.”

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The Siren, the Cook, and the Sister (7)

Sanji x PirateHunter!FemReader (Masterlist) Chapter 7: Love and Envy (Previous) (Next) Summary: Wanting to move forward, you try to make peace with Sanji. Warning: None

"Dinner's ready!" Sanji called out from the kitchen door.

Despite such an eventful day, the Strawhats seemed unfazed by what had occurred. As they went on with their tasks, you sat under the main mast and just watched them. You found that the crew's dynamic was unlike any other you've had seen. It was endearing how they interacted like a family with no strict hierarchy. That must be nice... a big family.

A hoof gripped your hand, interrupting your thoughts. "Hurry! Before Luffy eats everything!" Chopper cried. He pulled you upstairs into the kitchen. He rushed in, leaving you at the doorway.

In front of you sat the entire crew, conversing, laughing, just existing among one another. You felt very out of place. However, before you had a chance to self-wallow, the friendly cyborg invited you over.

"Don't just stand there! Take a seat," he patted right next to him. I absolutely love this man. You took him up on his offer and sat between him and Robin who nudged you, humming.

"And dinner is served," announced Sanji as he set the last plate on the table. Your mouth watered by what laid in front of you. Hands immediately lunged towards the center as everyone tried to fill their plate. You stayed still, taking in the sight before you.

"Yo, aren't you going to eat?" asked Zoro. Everyone, but Luffy, looked at you. Even Sanji was surprised to see that you had made no effort to eat. Despite his distaste towards you, you still had to eat. Everyone has to eat.

You paused, unsure on how to respond. Thankfully, Robin came to your rescue. She shared your hesitancy in taking off your mask in front of everyone.

"Oh, don't fret. Not everyone is blessed with such clear skin as mine... wait I don't have any skin" assumed Brook with a mouthful of food. You couldn't help but laugh at his assumption.

You shook your head and then explained your mask and the fallacies of your devil fruit. "The Marines made me this mask to help me communicate since I don't have the best control of the volume of my voice. If I'm not careful, I can accidentally blow out someone's ear drums... or worse That's why I try not to eat with others so I'm not tempted to talk. But it's okay. I'll just eat later."

"What about when you're with your sister then?" asked Jimbei.

"She eats my cooking while I recount my adventures out on the sea. I'll eat once she goes to sleep," you shared, "it's better that way though because when we're together, we are talking up a storm. You really wouldn't want to be locked in a room with us, we'll never shut up." You couldn't help but smile under your mask as you thought about your sister.

Despite your robotic voice, Sanji could hear the clear adoration in your voice when you spoke about your sister. It stirred something in his chest. He always felt a little envious to see people get along with their siblings and here you were. He wondered if that could have been him and his siblings in another life.

"You should cook with Sanji!" mentioned Luffy. Sanji immediately choked on his food as his captain kept eating like he hadn't said something outrageous.

"Ummm... I'll think about it," you quickly replied. Still affected by his outburst from earlier, you didn't want to further get on the cook's bad side. You had to sail with him for a week so the least you can do it keep the peace.

As dinner continued, you couldn't help but feel excited for these next few days.

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Three days have passed and you couldn't be happier. You quickly connected with Robin and Nami whose room you stayed in at night. It was nice being among other women.

And when you were not with them, the boys of the ship made sure to drag you into their own interests whether that was games, music, steering, tinkering, or training, you did it all.

After being alone for so long, it felt nice to be surrounded by so many characters and personalities.

However, there seemed to be only one thorn on this rose, and that was Sanji. Despite constantly cycling between one crew member to another, the cook never looked your way.

But, while he may have ignored you, you didn't ignore him.

When you first met the cook, you thought he was a machista cruel brute. But you came to realize that he was just a passionate, loyal caretaker. You noticed how he took care of each of his crew mates in his own way. Whether it was by reminding them to take a break or fueling them with a quick snack, the cook was always keeping an eye on his crew.

It was obvious that all he wanted to do was protect them from any danger, which understandably, included you. You gave him no reason to like you in the beginning and your subsequent actions only made things worse.

Now wanting to make peace, you made your way to the cook's domain, seeing if he wanted any help in preparing dinner.

As you walked in the kitchen, you found Sanji deep in the pantry, grabbing ingredients. Hearing the door open, he turned around and gasped as he saw a dark figure by the entrance.

"Sorry, sorry, just me," you excused yourself. Maybe I should borrow some clothes from the girls or something... this cloak keeps scaring people.

Standing up straight, he asked if you needed something. The cook felt awkward being alone with you. He noticed how easily you got along with the crew. Despite him wanting to apologize for his outburst, it just felt wrong to bring it up as you proved to be nothing but a good person. Bringing it up would just be a reminder of his unfounded distaste towards you.

"Not really...umm... just wondering if you'd like some help in cooking dinner tonight?"

Sanji couldn't believe it. Despite everything, you wanted to help him. Realizing this was his chance, he accepted your offer. Something now you weren't expecting.

After grabbing the necessary ingredients, Sanji and you got to work. He asked you to dice up the vegetables while he prepped the meat.

As you cut, the cook couldn't help but notice how sloppy your technique was. However, despite it being void of any professional training, it looked practiced, almost like you've done this for years. He wondered if your mother taught you that. And without even realizing it, the cook accidentally said some of his thoughts out loud.

Your mask let out a deep laugh as you heard his observations. "I know it's not the prettiest but it's gotten the job done. If you wanted to see real beauty in the kitchen, you should have seen my mom. She was a natural."

Seeing an opening, Sanji asked, "did she teach you how to cook?"

"Ha... no. I just watched her from afar as I wasn't allowed in her kitchen," you giggled, "she said just to watch her for now and once I got my own kitchen, she would teach me, but...," you paused. Sanji noticed how your shoulders sagged. "...she never got a chance too." Silence filled the kitchen.

I just had to ask a stupid question, thought Sanji as he thought he ruined the mood. But to his surprise, you started up again.

"So since then," you continued while chopping, "I've been trying to remember her moves and recipes. I haven't gotten there yet, but it's kept my sister fed so I can't complain too much, right?" It's been awhile since you thought about your mother. You tried not to bring her up to your sister as it pained her that she didn't have much of a memory of her. It was nice talking about your mother again, even if just to a stranger.

"I get that," began the cook. And to your surprise, Sanji shared his cooking journey. How his late mother inspired him to cook and how his 'dad' Chef Zeff taught him everything he knew. As you listened to his story, your chopping got slower and slower until it stopped completely.

Worried that he messed again, Sanji asked if he you were okay. You assured him everything was fine.

"It's just... a touching story," you said. He just hummed in agreement.

Letting curiosity get the best of you, you asked him where his dad was today.

"The old man is probably yelling up a storm in the East Blue." He laughed as he recalled the fiery personality that was Chef Zeff. So caught up on his own thoughts, Sanji asked, "And how about your dad?" He lightly gasped as soon as he finished asking.

"No, it's okay. Don't worry," you chuckled. You found it endearing how the cook was trying not to offend you. "My island was destroyed by some brutes when I was a kid. My sister and I managed to escape but my parents weren't so lucky," you said as you finished cutting up the last vegetables.

"I'm sorry for your loss."

"It's okay... it's not like you did it."

A comfortable silence fell between the two of you as you both continued cooking. With the help of an extra pair of hands, dinner was done in no time.

As you set up the table, Sanji spoke up, “thank you for your help today. Honestly you didn’t have any reason to as I haven’t been the kindest to you. And for that I'm sorry." Wanting to makes things right, he decided to tell the you the one thing that couldn't be denied. "For what it’s worth, your sister is really lucky to have a brother like you.”

After days of tension, it seemed like you and the cook finally found peace with one another. Maybe this could be the start of a nice friendsh-- WAIT did he just say brother?

Word Count: 1668

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Author's Note: Y'all, I read my earlier chapters to see how far I come and y'all I ate... lol. Obviously I don't think it's like Pulitzer award winning but like it's a decent. It makes me proud. Makes me very excited for these next chapters.

Edit (08/05) - I edited this chapter as there were WAY TOO MANY grammar mistakes. So sorry for those who read this when I first posted it. Embarrassing that I was literally hyping myself up at the end and I gave yall that. Oof - lesson learned: Triple read before posting!

[fanfictionvibes]

𝑨 𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒑 𝒐𝒇 𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 🍨

( Author: I keep accidentally putting Steve instead of Joe 😅 )

Y/n a girl in this ⬇️

Summary: Masterchef AU, Y/N is the youngest competitor in Masterchef 13 only 18 years old. It's Top 10, Everyone is starting to feel more home sick then ever. What if the Judges give the contestants a taste of home for a unexpected team challenge.

Words: 1.5k

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The yellow-ish lights turned on one by one as the kitchen started to come to life. The M outside the kitchen lit on fire to symbolize that it's another day in the kitchen. The doors of Masterchef opened, a line of 10 excited people walk though the door and ran to their stations eager to start another day.

Y/n was the last one to head to her station with a big smile on her face.

" I can't believe I'm in top 10 of Masterchef! This is like a dream come true." Y/n said in the interview room.

As the home cooks got settled in the original, famous judges came in

Gordon Ramsay , Gram Elliot , and Joe Bastianich (JB)

How is everyone doing today! " Gordon said looking at the top 10. Everyone showed sings of being an a good mood today.

" Today you will pushed like you not been pushed this entire season. It's top 10 and you guys made the standers so high this season. " Gram said

" I hope its something I know, haha" y/n

Thought Nervously

" Today! You will be making" Gram pulled out an mystery boy swiftly under the podium and placed it on top. His hands touched the sides of the box and lifted it up.

pictures of Gram, JB, and Gordon with there families was shown. Everyone clapped loud and amusing smiles. Joe stepped up

" Today is all about family, you all have not seen them for awhile. What better way to motive you more is your family." JB said smile and then looked at Gordon

" That's right Joe! So we three invited your biggest supporters." Gordon said smile stretching by the second. Everyone went wild. Some show confusion not getting what is happening. Others covered mouths in shock. Especially Y/n.

Y/n hadn't seen her dad 2 months prior to going to Masterchef do to leaving for stranger things 4. So that was adding to not seeing him longer. Of course she was thankful for all her family members for supporting her dream but she just wanted her dad for a while.

" Jenna, your mother carol " " Charlie, your wife Diana " " Sam, your sister Amy " " Kat, your son jean " " Annabelle your husband Kurt " " Maze —-

As more family members filled the room the more excited Y/n were. Who was coming to see me?.

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Everyone now was with a loved one as they called everyone's name. Everyone except Y/n. People started to send Y/n sympathy glances and even some hugs.

No one came for her. Your eyes started to water. She's trying to keep a head on her shoulders, But everyone can see that she is missing her family the most.

" Y/n " Gordon said looking at you sympathy. You looked him and wiped your eyes

" I know that you miss your family dearly but there fight got delayed by bad weather " You nodded weakly

" But don't worry we brought someone who we think you would rather be here with then anyone else " Gordon said all the sudden getting energetic and smiley . What is he talking about??. You started to get more confused then disappointed. Gordon then gestured to the door again.

" The man that my daughter Tilly has had a crush on since the first season of the incredible Netflix series "Stranger things " " You covered your mouth, starting to tear up even more.

" Your Wonderful Dad, Joe Kerry! " Gordon said.

Tears started to run down your face as you see a familiar face smiling brightly at you with glossy eyes as well. You ran to the door, he put his arms out now have few tears streaming down his face. As you got to him you both hug each other so hard that it was like the last time you ever see each other again.

" Dad.. " Y/n said now crying holding onto him. You felt tears fall on your clothes. You pull away from him to look up at him.

" I missed you so much honey.... like a lot " Joe said chuckling looking back at you. He then picked you up, you laughed as he took you back to your station smiling the whole way. He put you down and put an arm around you.

" Now let's get to the serious stuff. Today you will be making a dish that is inspired by your family. Don't be fooled because today.....is just a elimination challenge " Gordon said serious. Y/n mind started to run with thoughts of dishes she could do. You felt your dads grip tightened. He went down to her ear

" Win or lose I'm so incredibly proud of you " Joe said kissing your head lovingly.

" Families would you please head up to the balcony " Gordon jested to the balcony. Joe hugs y/n one more time and kissed her cheek. He started to head to the stairs with everyone else. He goes to the rails and jogs to a spot where there is a clear view of your station.

" You will create a dish inspired by your family and elevate it into a Masterchef worthy dish " Gram said

" Your time starts... " some people started to get into a running position

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" NOW!! "

Everyone starts running while they're family cheers them on.Y/n runs to the ingredients and starts putting them in her basket

" My favorite memory is when my Dad took me on set of stranger things 3 and he was wearing his *giggles* sailor outfit and we ate ice cream off set together. We had a daddy & daughter day" Y/n said in the interview

Everyone ran back to their stations with their ingredients, Starting to cook.

After a while the judges started to come around. Gram walked over to y/n

" Hey Y/n"

"Hello chef "

"So what you making to day?"

" I'm going baker today and I am doing a homemade butter scotch and pecan ice cream with a dark chocolate brownie and a berry Cooley "

" Woah!, I don't think we have ever seen you bake before"

" well todays the first for you guys then ☺️"

Gram then walks away and tells the other judges what your doing. They both had impressed looks on their faces.

" Your doing great honey! Eyes on the prize" Joe shouted from the balcony with a big smile on his face. He can't believe this was his baby girl, he's so proud.

" 2 minutes Left!! Everyone should be platting "

Now chaos rolls over the kitchen. Food flying everywhere, judges screaming the time, Families screaming for there loved one, and people running around.

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" Hands up! "

Everyone did just that. Some people don't look happy with there dishes but other were happy. Especially Y/n. It's exactly what she wanted to honor her and her father's memories. After a few people got mixed reviews the more nervous you were getting. Was this be enough it get me to top 9? With an ice cream.

" Y/n." This broke you out of your thoughts and quickly go to the podium and place your dish down. Not long after you could hear your father clapping loudly for you.

" So! Y/n this is the first time I have ever seen you make a dessert" Gordon said with a smile. That eases your nerves a little.

" yeah, I wanted to show I wasn't a one trick pony that only cook savory "

" what is it? And what is it called?"

" I call it a Scope of Kerry, it's a homemade butter scotch and pecan ice cream with a dark chocolate brownie and a berry Cooley "

" well, visually it looks Amazing "

" Thank you chef "

Gordon takes a spoonful and eats it. He looks at you not saying a word like he did with the other competitors. Your nerves started to get to much to handle. He then just walks away. Your eyes widen, was it really that bad?!. Was it to safe? Gram then went up and tried it, nodding he went back to the other judges. You went back to your station with a forced lip tight smile. Your eyes started to water again, looking down in shame.

Joe just wanted to run down there, hold you, tell you that no matter what you'll will be a winner in his eyes. Tell you that he loves more then life itself. More people went up some got more compliments then others. Finally it was time.

" The person that will advance Top 9 and will have an advantage next elimination challenge is................... Y/N!!"

Everyone irritated into loud cheers, happy for the teen girl. You could believe it, you got it. You started to jump around in joy like a crazy person but Joe wasn't any better. He was like an animal. Jumping around on the balcony so much that it could break. Shooting your name in happiness. Without wasting a second Joe ran down the stairs and practically flew to your station. He spun you around giving you one of his famous massive bear hugs. You may have not won MasterChef yet, but you have truly won over the judges another day.

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Do you want a scoop of Kerry?? ☺️

[hannahshattuck]

The Baby Boy Always Wins

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Thor

Rating: Explicit

Square: I4 - Thor

Tags: Alternate Universe - BDSM, Alternate Universe - Modern, Dom!Thor, Sub!Steve, Daddy Kink, Daddy Dom Thor, Baby Boy Steve Rogers, Non-Serum Steve, Post Serum Steve, Consensual Primal Play, Affectionate Humiliation, Brat Steve Rogers, Mention of Blood (Small Cut to Palm), Heavy Dirty Talk

Summary: Steve and Thor’s kink community host a challenge where the doms “hunt” their subs. The first sub to the lake and in the water wins and Steve will do anything to win, even if it means tricking his Daddy.

Written for @allcapsbingo​ All Caps Bingo Masterlist

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Steve’s heart pounded against his chest as he ran through the trees. He heard other subs around him being taken down by their doms but Steve just kept running. As much as he wanted to look behind him to find Thor, it would just slow him down and the finish line was so close.

“You can run but you can’t hide, boy!” Thor’s booming voice hit Steve’s ears as if the dom was running right next to him. Steve saw the lake where the finish line was. The first sub to run into the lake before their dom, would win. One of the members of their kink community has a family cabin that is akin to a small mansion with acres of woods and a lake. There weren’t any neighbors for miles which gave the community the ability to play games like this one. Doms hunting their subs.

Steve grunted as he fell down onto the sandbank of the lake after tripping over a stick. He tried to scramble back onto his feet but a hand wrapped around his ankle and pulled him back down. Steve hit the ground with an oomph and looked over his shoulder only to see Thor crawling on top of him with a smirk. The lust and the ferality in Thor’s eyes made Steve’s dick twitch in his very short shorts.

“I gotcha, boy.” Thor growled and he plastered himself to Steve’s back. Thor wrapped an arm around Steve’s neck from behind and ground his hard thick length into his boy’s plump ass. Steve squirmed trying to get Thor off of him but that only caused Thor to moan every time Steve pushed his ass back.

The sub managed to get his lower body out from his dom and used his legs to push against the ground and rolled Thor and himself over, causing the dom to let go. Steve scrambled to his feet and tried to get to the lake again but once again Thor grabbed his ankle.

“Oh no you don’t.” Thor grabbed the waistband of Steve shorts and yanked them down so they were pulled just under his ass. Steve used his hand and pushed Thor’s head trying to get him off so he could get to the lake but the sub accidentally scratched Thor’s cheek which caused the dom to growl. “Is that how we treat Daddy?”

Steve whimpered as Thor straddled his thighs just under his naked ass. Thor’s hands palmed each cheek and squeezed. Steve moaned before his logical side kicked in and told him he needed to get out from under Thor and to the lake. The sub tried his best to get to the lake by dragging himself along the sandbank with Thor still on top of him. Steve wasn’t what a sub typically looked like with his broad shoulders that tapered to a narrow waist. His ass and thighs showed he didn’t skip leg day and it was a good thing Steve and Thor workout at home because more times than not, on leg day, Steve ended up bent over on one of the benches while Thor pounded his ass. Tonight was one of those times Steve was glad he worked out.

Steve continued to drag himself and Thor across the sand to the water. He heard Thor chuckled from about him as if it amused him. Steve was competitive when it came to the challenges the community put on so he was going to get himself to the lake goddamnit! The only problem was to get Thor off of him since he had to get into the water without the dom. Steve tried to figure out a way that would get the dom off of him since wrestling him off wouldn’t work due to the other man being almost twice his size in height and mass.

“Awe look at my baby boy.” Thor said condescendingly. “He really thinks he’s going to make it to the water before me.” Humiliation burned through Steve’s entire being. He could feel the tiny rocks, sticks, and other debris in the sand scratching his skin as he pulled himself through the sand. Steve wracked his brain for a solution. He couldn’t safeword and then run to the water because a safeword is used to stop the scene altogether; plus Thor would punish him if Steve abused the power of safewording. Thor chuckled again which was starting to get on Steve’s nerves. “Just a little subbie boy who thinks he’s a big, strong Daddy. But all he is, is a helpless little baby boy.” Oh…that gave Steve an idea. Maybe he didn’t need to beat the dom but appeal to the softer Daddy.

The sub kept his gaze on the water as he continued to drag himself and Thor through the sand. Steve had to wait a few seconds before his possibly poorly made plan went into effect. He noticed a small stick in the sand and reached a hand towards it. He took a breath before he pushed his hand onto the stick so it would cut his palm just a little, not enough to cause stitches but would definitely cause a little blood.

“Ow, Daddy!” Steve made sure to pitch his voice higher and added a slight whimper so Thor thought it was worse than it was. It worked because once the dom heard his baby boy whimper he got off of him, pulled Steve’s shorts back up over his naked butt, and pulled his boy into a sitting position. Thor knelt in front of him as Steve pouted, holding his hand close to his chest. He had to play it up to catch Thor off guard.

“Oh, Baby.” Thor tried to reach for Steve’s hand but the sub turned away. As much as Thor wanted to win this challenge his sub’s wellbeing was his first priority. “Little Prince, I need to see your hand in case we need to get a medic.” A few of their community members worked in the medical field and were always on standby to provide medical care if they weren’t participating. Steve’s eye shifted between his hand cradled to his chest, his Daddy, and the lake. Thor furrowed his eyebrows as noticed Steve looking towards the water.

Before Thor could ask to see his hand again, Steve looked at Thor with a smirk and stood up and started running to the water. It took Thor a minute for his brain to get back online before he stood up with a growl and took off after his boy. Steve had just enough of a headstart to get into the water before Thor. A horn sounded which meant someone made it to the water. Thor stood at the edge of the lake, with the water lapping at his ankles, with his hands on his hips watching Steve emerger from underwater. He couldn’t help the smile that graced his face as he saw the grin on Steve’s face. Even though Steve played dirty, Thor can’t deny he’s got a smart one.

“Oh yeah! Uh huh! I won!” Steve ran to Thor and started teasing him. “I won. You lost, Daddy. I’m victori-AH!” Steve screamed as Thor put him over his shoulder. The dom delivered two swats to Steve’s butt. With his shorts being wet and sticking to him, the swats felt worse than he knew they were. And Thor didn’t even hit him as hard as he would for a punishment. These one’s almost tickled but Steve has just enough self-preservation that he wouldn’t tell Thor that.

“That’s for playing dirty, Little Prince.” Thor said, smirking. “But it was a smart move. I’ll give you that.”

Steve dug his elbows into Thor’s back and rested his chin on his hands. “Thanks, Daddy.”

Thor laughed as he shook his head. They headed back to the main cabin and the other subs congratulated Steve from their spots with their doms and the doms gave Thor a knowing look which he reciprocated with a wink and a smirk. Even with Thor being a founding member, the two blond men couldn’t have asked for a better community. Everyone they interact with on a semi-normal basis are amazing. And Thor can’t wait for the next event.

“What’s the next one, Daddy?” Steve asked, which made Thor realize he must have said it outloud.

“Oh just you wait, Little Prince.” No matter how many times Steve tries to get Thor to tell him, the dom never breaks. “Just you wait.”

[kryptoncat]

Take Care, Caretaker (The Haunted Mansion Ride Fic) Part 1

(Gen. Family-focused. Mix of comedy, drama, tragedy, and some romance. Main characters: The Caretaker, the Hitchhiking Ghosts, the Hatbox Ghost, and the Brides)

(Fair warning, I started writing this in 2019, the last time I was obsessed with The Haunted Mansion. I have no idea how long this current obsession will last, but I figure it's better to post a fic unfinished and come back to it later than to never post at all.)

Horace sat quietly next to his oldest brother on the church pew, trying hard not to fidget. His legs were too short to reach the floor, and he had accidentally kicked Hatty's cane a few minutes ago, earning his oldest brother's disapproving gaze. Right now Hatty's eyes were on the middle child, Ezra, whose arms were crossed beneath a frowning face, blinking away the sleep as the pastor droned on. Hatty elbowed his younger brother none too gently when Ezra didn't even try to stifle his yawn.

When the service finally ended, Hatty slowly pulled himself up with his cane, placing the source of his nickname back on his head, while Ezra grabbed Horace's hand and charged through the chattering adults. "C'mon, let's go play!"

"In the graveyard?" Horace's voice was small as Ezra pulled him away from Hatty's protests and outside of the building.

"Of course the graveyard! Where else?" Ezra rolled his eyes. Other children were already chasing each other around the graves. One of the boys ran up to them.

"Hey Ezra, let's go to the old Gracey place!" The kid pointed to the large stately mansion bordering the church's graveyard. "Milly's too scared to look in the windows."

"I am not!" A girl protested, stomping her little foot as she stood beside a tomb. "I just want someone to come with me."

Ezra dropped Horace's hand and stood between the two children. "We should all go together, and look in the windows at the same time," he said with a grin. "That way it's fair and nobody should be scared."

The other kids agreed with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. Horace looked back to the adults talking near the church. Only one young man, barely twenty, stood among them with a cane. Hatty had to look up as he conversed with the pastor. His face was suitably dignified and composed, but his hand shook slightly as he leaned on the gnarled rod. None of the adults were paying attention to the children. Horace slowly followed the other kids as they crept to the end of the graveyard where the mansion stood.

Horace lagged further behind as the sleek white walls of the mansion loomed closer. He craned his neck to look at each of the dark windows, imagining someone behind them, watching him back. He returned to reality only when Ezra called his name.

"Horace! We'll leave you behind if you don't keep up!" Ezra frowned as he yelled.

"Let's go back, Ezra." Horace's eyes watered and his voice shook. "Please."

"Come on Horace; we're all doing it." One of the children said. "Don't be a chicken!"

"Hang on; I'll get him." Ezra ran back to his brother and sighed when he saw his tears. "Honestly, you miss out on all the fun." Ezra clapped Horace's shoulder and pointed back toward the cemetery. "If you don't live a little, you might as well be dead!"

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The mansion was not the impressive-looking palace of luxury Horace remembered from his youth. Vines climbed the once-white walls and columns, and Horace could see the large amounts of undergrowth surrounding the building's perimeter as he drove closer.

Horace parked the Model T right in front of the large wrought iron gates of the graveyard near the mansion. There was no one to let him in, but there was also no lock on the gates, so Horace grabbed the flowers from the passenger seat and pushed the gates open.

The church had burned down years ago in an incident with the new electrical wiring placed in the building. But the graveyard was still there, and much larger than it had been in Horace's childhood. The number of graves may have indicated that many people thought it would be an ideal resting place; peaceful, quiet, and deep in the woods, but the haphazardly placed stones and partially filled plots betrayed less noble intentions. Since no one in town claimed to own the property, people could bury loved ones there without spending much money. And since the mansion was a ways out of town, many families chose its graveyard to bury those they felt were better off forgotten.

Dry leaves cracked beneath Horace's feet. He pulled his scarf and coat closer as a cool afternoon breeze passed him. The cemetery was just as unkempt as the mansion. Graves were covered with brush and vines, fallen tree branches littered the area, and tombs showed their age with cracks and, disturbingly, holes. Horace stepped up his pace as he searched the names of the strangers laying beneath him, not stopping until he found the one familiar name on a small gravestone. EZRA DOBBINS was carved crudely into the marker with no other epitaph, not even a date of birth or death. The writing was already fading, even though Ezra's passing wasn't that long ago. Horace wondered how much weathering the stone could take before he had to carve the words again.

Horace bent down and picked up the remains of the flowers he brought the last time he was there, and replaced them with a humble arrangement wrapped with string. A rather large tree branch had fallen behind Ezra's grave, so he removed that, chucking it into the woods. He pulled the weeds and, when he had nothing else he could clean, stood at the grave for a while, just looking at it.

His brother had always been a chatterbox when he was alive, telling stories he had heard from far-off places or of the latest gossip in town. Hatty would pretend not to be interested, sternly responding that Ezra needed to get his head out of the clouds and do something useful with his life. But Ezra would laugh and continue on until Hatty wound up invested in the stories, asking follow-up questions and interjecting with mild arguments as he sat by the fireplace with his sewing. Horace would be perfectly comfortable just listening to his brothers' banter as he swept the floors of their late parents' house or fixed the three of them tea. But now Horace was alone. There was no tea, no banter, no brothers.

The grave did not speak and Horace couldn't think of anything to say back. He finally gave a quiet, "Goodbye, Ezra," and walked away.

Though the sun had yet to sink, the air still chilled around him. Horace held onto his hat to prevent a breeze from blowing it away. As he hurriedly walked past the mansion, he noticed he was not the only person there. A woman in a striped green and black dress stood on the steps of the mansion. Dark coiled hair framed her face underneath a maid's bonnet. She furrowed her brows and crossed her arms when he walked by. Horace was taken aback but didn't want to seem ungentlemanly.

"Good evening, miss." He tipped his hat. "Nice day for a walk in the cemetery."

"Oh!" She blinked at him, then forced a smile. "Yes sir, I hope you had a pleasant visit." Her smile fell to a grimace as she held her gaze in his direction. Horace shivered and turned to leave. "Have a good night, miss."

"Wait," the maid said with a sigh. "I have to ask. I noticed you cleaning a bit of the graveyard. Would you be interested in being the groundskeeper for this place?" She gestured at the mansion behind her. "It would take a lot of work, but the Gracey family pays well, believe me."

Horace now looked past her at the once pristine mansion. In all his years of coming to church here, Horace had never seen, nor met any member of the Gracey family. He wondered how the maid became employed here. The whole place gave him an odd feeling.

"I'll consider it, miss," he said with the tone of someone who's already made up his mind. "Thank you for the offer."

The maid just stared at him, and Horace felt a chill as she didn't turn away. She laughed suddenly, shaking her head, smiling as she walked back into the mansion. "Get out of here, then. I hope you come back soon." The door closed behind her.

Bewildered, Horace started the car's engine and drove down the dirt road. He relaxed as he saw the mansion become smaller in the rearview mirror. "She was certainly very strange."

"You think she's strange?" A voice cackled behind him. "Go and meet the folks inside the mansion."

Horace looked straight at the rearview mirror and into Ezra's eyes. He braked the car hard, nearly crashing it, and turned immediately to the backseat.

No one was there.

Horace breathed quickly, looking everywhere. Had he imagined Ezra's voice? He hadn't heard it in so long. He looked back at the mirror but saw only his own eyes. Horace shivered, took deep breaths to calm himself down, and started up the car again. As he drove, he recalled the face in the mirror. The skin was pulled too far back around his smile, the eyes were sunken into his skull, and the nose had completely rotted off his face. But those were Ezra's eyes.

Horace tried to get the visage out of his mind as he pulled up to his neighbor's house. Ezra had always been so full of life, he didn't want to imagine his brother… like that. Horace shivered as he thanked the man profusely for letting him borrow the motorcar, then hurriedly entered his small shack across the street. He tried to quickly close the door before he could let the cool air in, but it was too late for that.

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Something had awakened him. The ghost rose from his grave and spotted the black Model T heading for the gates of the graveyard. It didn't matter that Horace couldn't afford new shoes for transportation, much less a newfangled motorcar; Ezra knew his brother had come to visit him.

Phineas Queeg had been peacefully resting until his friend's excited voice cut through all 6 feet of earth. "Phineas, wake up!" Ezra, ever the patient one, reached through the ground and pulled the now disturbed spirit out. Phineas groaned and sputtered, adjusting his cloak and hat before grabbing the carpet bag that materialized at his side. Ezra made a show of brushing off the dirt from Phineas's cloak before pulling him along. "Come with me; let's go!"

"Where are we going?" Phineas asked, looking around. "It's too light out to try and hitch a ride; no one would see us!"

"Ah, but he doesn't have to see us!" Ezra pointed to the man emerging from the car at the gate. Phineas could see the man was shabbily dressed with a cap and scarf, but couldn't make out details from that distance. Ezra hurried to an unmarked grave where prisoners were buried.

"Hey, Gus!" He bent down and shouted at the ground, then jumped in surprise when something tugged on his coattail. Behind him was a small man with a large beard, his hand carrying the iron ball chained to his foot. Gus covered his mouth in glee at scaring his friend, but Ezra didn't seem to mind this time.

"Over here, Gus! I have someone I want you to meet!" Ezra bounded away like a puppy chasing a new toy. Gus shrugged his shoulders and joined Phineas, who still looked groggy. The two of them followed Ezra to the cemetery's gates, where the living man had just entered, carrying a scraggly bundle of flowers.

"Are those for me? You shouldn't have!" Ezra ran up to hug the man, only to pass through him. The man barely acknowledged it, save for shivering and adjusting his scarf. Phineas and Gus looked at each other but did not comment.

"This here's my baby brother, Horace," said Ezra, quickly turning around to walk beside the living man and attempting to pat him on the back. "Phineas, you remember him, don't cha?"

"We've met?" Phineas studied the man. Phineas became good friends with Ezra towards the end of his life, but he didn't remember ever meeting Ezra's family. Horace did look familiar, though.

"Yeah, you did! It was just the week before I died." Phineas struggled to remember meeting Ezra's brother. The time surrounding Ezra's death had been muddled by drink. As Phineas's memories dangled out of his grasp, Horace reached Ezra's grave and started replacing the old flowers with new ones. Ezra watched him, oddly silent, his thoughtful expression mimicking his brother's. Phineas decided he would ask questions later.

Horace then walked over to a fallen branch behind the stone and started dragging it away. "This place is a mess," Horace grumbled.

"Hey, sorry I didn't clean up before you came." Ezra walked after him, his jovial demeanor returning. "You know you shouldn't expect someone's home to be all prim and proper if you come over without calling first!"

Gus tugged on Phineas's cloak and pointed to the tall grass and debris on the other graves. "You're right, Gus." Phineas bent down to pick up a stick, but his hand went right through it. "It's not like we could clean up, even if we tried."

"Well, not with that attitude," Ezra rubbed his chin in thought. "I'm sure if we wait until midnight, all grab it together, and really believe in ourselves, we can definitely move that stick."

"What exciting evening plans we have," Phineas sighed.

Horace chucked the branch into the woods, then walked back to Ezra's grave, slouching and solemn. The ghosts gathered around him. Ezra sighed at his gloomy brother.

"Sorry he's not much entertainment. Never was, really. Guess there can only be so much cha-rizz-ma in one family." Ezra threw his bony arm over and partially through Horace's shoulders. "Still, he is my little brother." The ghost grinned suddenly.  "And what kind of friendly big brother would I be if I didn't look after 'im every once and a while? So, what do you guys say - wanna tag along?"

Phineas smiled. "We haven't gotten away from this place in so long; I'm with you." Gus nodded vigorously and pumped a fist in the air.

Ezra grinned at his brother. "What about you, bro? Mind the company?"

"Goodbye, Ezra," Horace said to the grave, then walked away. Gus slapped his knees as Phineas guffawed and held his stomach.

"Hey! You can't just reject me like that!" Ezra feigned distress and placed a hand over his chest he ran to catch up with Horace. "I'm hurt! How could my own brother be so cruel?" Ezra tried to knock off Horace's hat but only succeeded in messing his hair a bit.

Phineas subsided his laughter when he saw the maid frowning at him from the mansion's steps. She was known as Sara Everson, the only living person to set foot in the mansion for quite some time. She did not look amused.

Phineas tapped Ezra on the shoulder to get his attention, and both of them doffed their hats to her. "Lovely to see you, miss!" Ezra said as he bowed. Gus, with his tattered robe, curtseyed.

"This here's my dear brother," Ezra continued. "We're going to travel with him for a while. Surely there's nothing wrong with a little family visit?"

Sara furrowed her eyes at him, and that's when Horace decided to greet her, tipping his hat just as Ezra had. "Good evening, Miss. Nice day for a walk in the cemetery."

"Oh!" She said in surprise, addressing Horace. "Yes sir, I hope you had a pleasant visit."

"Thank you so much; we sure did!" Ezra winked at her.

"We won't be gone long, Miss," Phineas added. "You know us, always traveling, always coming back."

"Ha, ha! If another tree falls on the road, we might not make it back!" Ezra pointed to the debris around the mansion and laughed again.

The maid sighed. "Wait," she said. Horace and the ghosts looked up at her.

"I have to ask. I noticed you cleaning a bit of the graveyard. Would you be interested in being the groundskeeper for this place? It would take a lot of work, but the Gracey family pays well, believe me."

Phineas raised an eyebrow at the suggestion, and Gus looked at Horace expectantly. Ezra also turned in delight to his brother.

Horace did not look so enthused. "I'll consider it, Miss. Thank you for the offer." Ezra kept his grin, but furrowed his brow in thought. Phineas wondered if he was getting an idea.

Sara was still staring at them, so Phineas waved cheerily. "Goodbye for now, Miss Sara!"

"Please don’t cry yourself to sleep in my absence!" Ezra bowed with a flourish. Gus copied the bow as best as he could while holding the metal ball.

Sara laughed and shook her head at them. "Get out of here, then. I hope you come back soon." She disappeared into the mansion.

Horace stared for a moment at the place where Sara stood, then turned to the motorcar, the ghosts following behind him. While Horace climbed into the driver's seat, the ghosts simply phased through the doors and into the back.

"You know, it would be nice to have a caretaker for the old place," Phineas said, settling down beside a window and placing his bag by his feet. "But your brother probably already has a job."

"I'm sure he does." Ezra rolled his eyes and leaned back in the middle of the seat as the car started to move. "Hey, Horace. Are you still stuck sweeping the streets? Maybe plunging a few toilets? Or did you finally grow a spine and tell your boss to shove it?"

Phineas and Gus stared at Ezra, who was suddenly frowning. They jumped a bit in surprise when Horace spoke.

"She was certainly very strange."

Ezra laughed loudly. "You think she's strange?" He looked at his brother's reflection in the rearview mirror. "Go and meet the folks inside the mansion."

The car suddenly lurched to a stop, and the ghosts had to quickly hold on to each other to avoid flying out. Horace turned around, his face inches away from Ezra's.

"Uhhh, boo?" Ezra said.

"Ezra! We talked about this!" Phineas's voice was stern as he faced his friend. "No scaring the living while they are driving these contraptions!" Gus nodded in agreement.

"I didn't mean to! Not this time!" Ezra was honestly shocked. He stared at his brother as Horace looked frantically around the car, breathing quickly. "Look, he can't see us now."

Gus tapped Ezra's knee and pointed back and forth between Ezra and Horace. Phineas leaned over and nodded. "Gus has a point. Maybe because you two are brothers, you can materialize in front of him more easily. You should probably be more careful until we reach his house."

Ezra frowned but leaned back as Horace got out and shakily cranked the car. He closed his eyes and sighed. "I guess you two will have to do without my dulcet tones for a while. In the meantime, Gus, why don't you tell us a story?"

Gus nodded and stroked his long beard thoughtfully.

Horace parked in front of a tidy house a little while later.

"Wow." Phineas shook his head and prepared to leave the car. "That was more information about hyenas than I ever wanted to know."

"Eh, I've heard worse," Ezra lied. He phased through the car and faced the home in front of him. Phineas appeared at his side and smiled cheerily. "What a lovely house. It seems the flowers he gave you were from his own garden." Phineas pointed to the marigolds at the perimeter of the house. Gus was already among the flowers, taking a big sniff.

"He's done really well for himself," Ezra stared in awe at the clean windows and newly painted wood. Horace stood at the door and knocked.

"I knew it." Ezra looked cross as he watched his brother thank the man in the house for lending him the car and letting him pick the flowers. Horace then walked across the street to what could only be described nicely as an eye-sore. "And you said you could make it just fine on your own, didn't you?" Phineas could feel the bitterness in Ezra's voice.

Horace walked the path to his hovel, breathing unsteadily, his face clearly still shaken. Phineas stared at the man, trying to remember meeting him, but his mind persisted in coming up blank. "Ezra, are you sure I met your brother when I was still alive?"

"Yeah, I'm sure." Ezra crossed his arms, still staring at Horace. "You two didn't get on too well, though, I don't think." Ezra shrugged his shoulders. "Don't worry about it. If you don't remember him, he might not remember you."

Horace walked up the rickety porch steps with his key, and Ezra followed his brother without looking back. Gus finally ran across the street, clearly unhappy with his unsuccessful attempts at trying to pick the neighbor's flowers. Phineas adjusted his hat with a sigh and walked on.

Horace shakily unlocked his front door and stepped inside, shivering as his brother and friends walked right through him.

[liminaldreamscape]

Charging Lucid Dreaming Oracle

Card 26 | Digital Interface

Initial Impression

Leaping out from one dimension to another

Breaking free

Worldly/Material restrictions

Associated Dream

Night of May 19, 2024

I once again had a bunch of dreams that I remember snippets of.

In the first, I was with a South Asian man and his son who I knew to be my neighbours (they were not my actual neighbours). I was talking to the boy and he expressed disappointment in my being brown because he was used to being the only brown boy in school and he liked that. I asked him if he was mad at me for being brown. He said no. I mentioned to him that I have two younger brothers who are also brown.

In the second, I was in my parents' old house with my brother and cousins. We were all going to go out for the night, as it was our last day together. I went to the bathroom on the first floor and realized that I needed to change my pad. I asked my cousin, Shahnza, to slip a pad under the door for me, which she did.

It was raining hard and my cousins went to sit in the car while my brother and I were getting ready to join them. My brother, Ali, showed reluctance to go and he ended up asking for us to go home instead. I told as much to my cousin's family. We all hugged and said goodbye.

Ali and I started walking in the direction of where my car was parked. I pulled out my phone and Google Maps, only to find the route was a loop. It turns out, we had already driven to the hospital, which was where my car was parked. We turned around and walked into the hospital instead, happy to not have to do the walk.

In the last dream, I was inside a building that is hard to describe in terms of its purpose. I was with my family and some strangers, and we were being given a tour by an older, white man. During this tour, we were in a vault or locker area of some kind. I accidentally stepped onto an elevator that I wasn't supposed to and got separated from the group. I could still hear them, though, and the guide seemed unphased by what happened. He assured the group I'd find my way out.

Sure enough, I jumped from shelf to shelf in this narrow shaft until I found the exit. At the end, I came across this woman dressed in a revealing catwoman/cat burglar outfit. I knew her to be here to steal. She seemed distressed. Not wanting to blow up her spot, I left her be and caught up with the group.

I came upon a changing room, specifically the women's changing room. I heard the guide say, "Wash up if you want to become a billionaire". I said hell no and started running through the changing room and showers, trying to find the exit. There was so much water and I was getting soaked despite my attempts. I ended up finding the entrance to the men's changing room, turned around, and eventually found a cafeteria area that connected to both changing rooms. As I exited, so too did a woman who was also soaked and seemed like she had ran here similar to me. She cried out lightheartedly, asking why there isn't a place to dry. We laughed slightly and awkwardly at the situation.

Oracle Keywords

Miscommunications, numbing, obsession, being transfixed, technical glitches, overstimulation, developing a healthy balance

Connecting Pieces

Keywords and initial impressions line up

[jovialtorchlight]

Exert from my short story, The Witch

Days, as they often do, turned into weeks. We kept circling each other. Sometimes I noticed her, sometimes she noticed me; at least three or four times a week. In gas stations, waiting rooms, checkout lines. It became a bit of a joke shared by two near strangers; we were always together, by complete accident.

It was a hot July day, and I was at the town beach, lying on a towel. I had been reading a book, but I closed it, and laid it on top of my eyes so the beating of the sun wouldn’t blind me. 

I could feel my skin tightening into a sunburn, so I sat up. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw her. 

“Again?” I said, smiling.

“Yep. looks like it,” she said, grinning. 

“I’m starting to think you’re following me,” I said, making a half-baked joke. 

Her grin faded. She was wearing dark sunglasses and a sunhat, so I couldn’t really make out her face, but I got the immediate sense that she was very, very serious. 

“I’m not,” she half whispered. “Are you following me?”

“Uh...no,” I said, unsure of what to say. I couldn’t tell if I had spooked her, if I had crossed the line from an extremely coincidental almost-stranger to a full blown, call the police stalker. 

Awkward terror crept into me, and I wanted to run. I was tempted to get up and leave, and maybe move out of this spot somewhere far away, where I couldn’t be taken for an accidental creeper. 

“I didn’t think so,” she said, easing a little bit. “What’s your name?”

“Jonny,” I said. ‘What’s yours?”

She didn’t answer. Her voice fell to a whisper. 

“That boy is going to drown,” she said, pointing out, towards a floating dock. “Things are about to fall into place.”

Six or seven children were standing in the corner of the floating dock, trying to sink it. They did; and the other half of the dock rose into the air. 

A boy who looked to be about ten was standing on a particularly pitched part of the float. As it rose sharply, he slipped, smashed his face off of the wood, and, before his friends could catch him, slipped off into the water. 

Before I knew what I was doing, I was in the water, running, as fast as I could; diving into the water, stroke after stroke, kids screaming, parents from the beach yelling, jumping in behind me; but I was first, I was swimming quickly  and I was at the dock, and I dived under, opened my eyes, stinging, I couldn’t see anything, just a chain attached to the slimey underneath of the dock to the bottom of the lake; breath running out, I followed the chain to the rocky bottom; he wasn’t there either; I looked back up, and saw him, face down, stuck under the dock; I pushed from the bottom upwards, running out of breath—

I grabbed the boy’s limp body, and dragged him out from under the dock  with a final push before I inhaled a lung full of lakewater.  I felt the fire hit my lungs, I pushed his body up above the surface of the water and some hands grabbed him and while I wheezed and coughed—

I heard screaming from the shore; ‘oh god, he’s not breathing’ no, I thought, I just saved him, just grabbed him, I should have saved him, and I thrashed as I lost strength and before I lost consciousness I felt hands grab me and pull me— 

Everything happened fast. Everything should have been fine. EMTs were having lunch at the hotdog stand up the road; they heard the screaming and came on the d

scene while I was underwater. The boy was under the dock for just under a minute. The guy who jumped in right behind me was a lifeguard. The guy swimming behind him was a former Navy S.E.A.L. 

On that hot July day, everything lined up. We should have been able to save that boy—I’d learn later, from his mother, that his name was Jacoby—and he should have been the one, blue lipped, shivering, on the back of the ambulance, having his vitals monitored, coughing up water. 

It wasn’t fair. The calculation was wrong. It should have never played out like this. A 24 year-old man was alive and a ten-year-old boy was dead. I would have done anything to switch places with him. 

While I was unconscious, I had a dream.  The EMT said I was out for three minutes, still breathing. The dream could have been my mind responding to the influx of trauma and the lack of oxygen and the exhaustion. 

The boy was up to his ankles in the water, looking out towards the empty shore of the beach, spare the witch on her purple lawn chair. I was out on the floating dock. 

The boy was sobbing. The witch rose from her chair, and slowly walked to the boy, embraced him, and reached out to put a hand on his head. 

“Where’s my mom?” the boy asked, sniffling. 

“She’s not here now, but you can visit her later. Why don’t we go take a walk? There are some people up by the hot-dog stand who would love to see you, Jacoby.”

“Oh...okay,” the boy said. He took a step out onto the beach, before he threw himself around, and stared at me. 

I felt my chest tighten as his eyes fixed on me and I felt the way his smashed face felt when it hit the dock and scraped against the wood and how his head pounded and he slipped and the way he tried to swim up before he lost consciousness and the way the water filled his lungs—

“Who is that?” the boy said, eyes widening with fear. I wanted to say who I was, that I was a friend, that I tried to help— but I couldn’t, and I realized, with horror, that I was witnessing something that I shouldn’t—

“Jacoby,” the witch said, sternly, motherly, “You need to turn toward me. Please. You don’t have to be afraid.  He is a friend.”

Jacoby, still turned to me, began to writhe, skin crawling, energy bursting out of him; light coming from his skin, from his head; blinded by the heat radiating from his formlessness, I felt myself burn into him, felt my consciousness blend into his—for a moment—I had to stand—had to stop this—I saw the writhing and the fear, the red open sore of the sky, the dark hue of the beach suddenly vast and endless, a void, drawing me and the boy in like a magnet, like we were being pulled; I had to stand up, do something, anything. I stood up.

The pulling stopped. Jacoby was sobbing again.

“WHO ARE YOU?” he screamed. 

“I’m a friend, bud.” I said, “I saw you under the dock and I tried to help you out—”

“Oh. That was you?” Jacoby asked me, the sobbing easing. 

“Yeah, it was,” said the witch. “Now I need you to get out of the water, Jacoby.”

“I don’t know if I can,” he said, his skin beginning again to jump up and down like a flame.

“You can,” she said. “You can, Jacoby.”

Jacoby turned to me. 

“I’ll get out if he jumps in.”

For the first time, the witch turned to me directly. 

“Friend,” she said carefully, like she was choosing each word with care. “You don’t have to jump.”

“Yes, he does!” said Jacoby, with the petulance of a ten year old. “I won’t do it if he doesn’t!”

I looked down at the water. It was black, oily, bubbling. 

I glanced back at Jacoby. I didn’t know what was going to happen to him if I didn’t jump. But the fear in my chest told me he would be lost, swallowed up by whatever this oily water was. 

I looked at Jacoby.

“Alright,” I said, “On the count of three.”

One. 

Two. 

Three. 

I jumped into the water. 

[getwhore]

me & ur mama! (jean kirschtein)

❀summary : Jean Kirschtein. He's been your son's best friend for as long as you can remember. He's also had the biggest crush on you since, you've met, as have you, but you're too oblivious to have noticed. It's okay! He'll show you exactly how much he adores you!

❀content warning : modern!au jean x fem/milf!reader , lovers at first sight (kinda) , age gap , almost forbidden love , degrading, praise!!!! , jean's kind of a creep & an asshole , missionary/mating press & backshots , oral (fem recieving) , clit slapping (like twice) , squirting , orgasm denial , abso-fucking-lutely no protection (except reader's birth control) , daddy & mommi kink <3 , kinda get caught so kinda exhibition , jean is also a sadist

❀word count : 6.1k (6,141)

❀a/n : y'all, it took me TWO months to finish this. was it worth it? i surely hope so. to keep it short, i really hope you all enjoy this one! i'm still working on some more wips, but i'm open to any requests :) (just plssss read my rules first, ty!!)

Your son Connie finally returns from college today. Even though you're eager to see him, you've been a little uneasy because he's bringing someone. You won't know who it is until they both enter the room, which is unfortunate for you. Like any other mother, you immediately assumed he was bringing a girlfriend or even a boyfriend! This, however, was not at all the case.

You’ve spent all day cleaning your home, baking cookies, cooking dinner, and anything else to make Connie and his company feel more than welcome. Just as you pulled your cookies out of the scalding oven, you heard Connie calling out for you. Immediately, you leave your cookies on the counter, and quickly make your way to the front door. Out of pure excitement, you’ve completely ignored the tall man standing beside Connie. You shower Connie with kisses, squeezing him with all of your strength.

“Mom, you’re fuckin’ squeezing me to death.” Connie gasped, trying his hardest to pry you off of his body.

“I’ve just missed you so much! I don’t think you understand how lonely I am when you leave!” You squeezed him harder, only letting go once you felt that you’ve made him suffer enough. When you pulled away from him, you were able to get a clear view of who walked in the door with him. When you did realize who it was, your heart began beating rapidly.

“I can’t believe I was so rude to completely ignore your presence! It’s so great to see you again, Jean!” You pulled him into a hug as well, pressing his face into your cleavage. Though it was accidental, you received absolutely no complaints from Jean.

“It’s great to see you too, Ms. l/n. Have you gotten shorter since the last time we saw each other?”

You giggled, making your chest bounce against Jean’s cheek. He didn’t intend for you to find the joke funny. All he needed was a slight chuckle to get your breasts to somewhat bounce against him. Unfortunately for him, you eventually pulled him from your chest.

“You boys make yourselves comfortable! I’m almost finished with dinner.” You smiled at both men before making your way back into the kitchen.

You stayed in the kitchen for the following 30 minutes in silence. You believed Connie and Jean had gone upstairs to unpack and take a nap before dinner. Only one puzzle piece was still missing. Jean had come downstairs for a "drink of water". You had no idea that Jean had been watching from a distance. He had been observing your every move—the way you knelt down to pick up a pan, the way you reached for the spices in the cabinet while standing on the tips of your toes, the way your ass would jiggle ever so slightly as you lowered yourself to the floor. He kept an eye on everything you did. He was more than just aroused, to put it mildly. Though he would have loved to act like the pervert he is and jerk off to you in the hallway, he decided that getting close to you would be preferable. Before entering the kitchen, he put himself together in the hallway. Hearing his footsteps enter the kitchen, you spun around.

“Hey Jean! I hope you aren’t down here for dinner because it’s far from ready.” You grimaced as you looked into the pot on the stove.

“Nah, I came for water, but I’ll gladly take one of these cookies.” Jean made his way over to the plate of cookies. He went to grab one, but you immediately snatched his hand away.

“Nuh-uh, no cookies until after dinner! You’ll spoil your appetite, and I spent a lot of time on this dinner.”

He was barely able to maintain eye contact with you. You were slightly taller than him, so he was almost eye level to your tits. If he wasn’t staring at your tits, he was staring at your lips, imagining how soft they’d feel wrapped around his cock. Ultimately, his body made him lose his entire train of thought.

“What exactly are you making for dinner? You’ve been stirring that pot for forever.”

“It was my attempt at spaghetti. It’s Connie's favorite, and I wanted it to welcome him home. The only problem is, I have no idea how to make it a little spicier. I’ve tried chili powder, I’ve tried pepper, I’ve tried red pepper flakes, hell, I’ve even tried hot sauce! I just can’t seem to get it right.”

You sulked as Jean observed. He made an effort to comprehend how significant this lunch was to you. You wanted Connie's first night home in a year to be memorable because it was. Your spaghetti, however, did not resemble spaghetti at all. In fact, it resembled overcooked noodles drenched in a vomit like green sauce. However, he would keep that a secret. Even though he's an asshole, he wouldn't be so cruel as to make fun of you for trying. Instead, he comfortingly gripped your shoulders.

“Y’know, you don't have to make dinner. Honestly, we’ve had a long drive, and something light would be better. Plus, I wanna try that pool of yours out and I can’t do that on a heavy stomach.”

You started to cry a little, but Jean's kindness made you laugh. You two decided that perhaps a lighter supper would be better for all of you. You all caught up over pizza that evening. The more you laughed during the night thanks to Connie, the more Jean could observe the vulgar bouncing of your breasts. He glanced a couple times, and you saw it, but you didn't think much of it.

Once you all finished with dinner, Jean volunteered to help you with the dishes while Connie took his shower. You appreciated the company, especially since it’ll give you a chance to catch up with Jean. For Jean, it gave him an opportunity to find some way between your legs.

“So, how’s college? I had no idea you and Connie were going to the same college! Then again, he never does tell me anything about his life.”

Jean chuckled as he handed you the soapy plate for you to rinse. “Well, college is college. Lots of books, lots of people, lots of classes, and everything else. However, the only thing that’s missing are the pretty girls.”

His words made you feel somewhat jealous. He was so young and had so much life to live. You knew there was almost no chance that you’d be with him. You were able to cope with that when he and Connie were in a whole other state. Now that he’s here in the same kitchen as you, so close to you, it’s harder to ignore your feelings.

“Well, don’t spend all your time in college looking for a girl. You have a lot of life ahead of you and there’s more important things besides looking for a relationship.”

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right, Ms. l/n.”

You sighed and looked at him. “Jean, I’ve told you multiple times to just call me y/n. There’s no need for formalities.”

“Sorry, sorry. I just don’t want to be disrespectful to such a beautiful woman.”

Hearing that made you blush heavily. You couldn’t tell if it was from the 3 glasses of wine you had 20 minutes before, or if it was because Jean had called you beautiful very unexpectedly.

“It isn’t disrespectful if I’ve already said it was okay! You’ve been friends with Connie for years and I’m glad you have. He’s happy with your friendship, so I’m even more happy!”

Jean smiled at you, not exactly knowing how exactly he should respond without obviously flirting with you. Once you finished with the dishes, you made your promise to Jean. You slipped into your two-piece bikini and made your way into the pool area. When you arrived, Jean was nowhere to be seen. While you waited, you went ahead and got into the pool, trying to get used to the water temperature before Jean came to join you. When he did finally come outside, you were turned away from him, giving him a full view of your ass. The bikini you wore left little to the imagination, it barely even covered your ass. It might as well have been non-existent. All Jean could do was stare, wondering how your ass would look while taking you from behind, how it would look while you’re on your knees sucking his cock. When you turned around, he realized just how revealing your bikini was. The top was worse than the bottom. The way it hugged tightly around your large breasts made Jean want to do nothing more than take you where you stood.

“Jean, honey are you okay? You look really flushed. We don’t have to swim today if you aren’t feeling well.”

God the way you said his name made him even harder than he was before. He simply shook his head, trying to rid himself of his lewd thoughts as he walked to the edge of the pool. Seeing the way Jean looked down at you with a slight smirk made your cunt throb. You haven’t felt this way in forever. You couldn’t even maintain eye contact with Jean with the way he was making you feel.

“Nah, I’m good. ‘S just kinda warm out here.” Jean chuckled lightly.

Eventually, Jean joined you in the pool, swimming towards you. When he did reach you, you couldn’t help but stand there and stare at him. The way his body looked, the way he looked at you, the way his eyes bored into you. Everything and anything Jean did made you feel weak, and he could see it. He could see how tense you got when he moved closer to you. He could see your eyes shifting from his body to his face, then from his face to the growing tent in his pants. 

“Are you gonna stop staring, or am I gonna have to make you?”

You hadn’t even realized how long you were staring until he pointed it out. This made you instantly blush. The embarrassment kept you from being able to actually respond to his question. As he waited for your answer, you were trying your hardest to muster the courage to respond without sounding stupid.

“I-I wasn’t staring! I was only looking at the rose bush! It’s not my problem that you just happen to be standing directly in front of it.”

He chuckled..well, no. He laughed. He laughed at your response. You knew that he knew you were lying right through your teeth. All you could do was stand there, watching as he tried to catch his breath, but everytime he did, he just laughed even harder. Finally, after forever, he stopped laughing.

“That was the best excuse you could come up with? C’mon, I thought you’d give me something way more believable.”

“You are standing in front of the rose bush though.”

“Stop it with the damn rose bush. You can’t stare at something below you and something above you at the same time.”

“Jean, what the hell are you talking about?”

Jean sighed. At this point, he knew you would keep rambling just to avoid the confrontation. However, he couldn’t stand listening to you ramble about the damn rose bush any longer.

“You were staring at my dick. And before you even start with that goddamn rose bush, I saw you repeatedly look up at me and then back down at my pants. If you wanna touch it, just say that.”

“Excuse me?! Jean, that is extremely inappropriate of you to say something like that. Even if I did, I would never grope my son’s friend. That would be irresponsible of me as a mother.”

“If you give such a shit about being responsible, why are you still fighting the urge to stare at my cock?”

He was right. You had been holding your hands tightly in front of you. In reality, you desperately wanted to touch his cock. As much as you hate to admit it, you could give a shit less about being responsible or respected by Jean. In fact, you’d rather him be disrespectful to you. Just you biting your lip was enough of an answer for Jean. Without thinking, he picked you up, setting you on the edge of the pool. As of now, he was face to face with your breasts. Being this close to them for the second time of the night made him groan. 

You hold back a moan as Jean roughly grabs your tits. The way they overflow from his big hands make you whine. Jean didn’t look up at you once. He was mainly concerned about how soft your tits were and how perky your nipples were as they pebbled through your bikini top. 

“Not so worried about being such a ‘responsible mother’ now, are you?” Jean chuckles at your shy, but lewd reaction.

“Jean, you should stop! Connie might come out any minute!”

He didn’t stop though. He knew you couldn’t care less about your son coming out and catching the both of you. “C’mon, you know Connie. He goes right to sleep after his showers, and, as long as you don’t get too loud, he won’t catch us. Though, you might like the idea of him actually coming down and catching us.”

Yeah you definitely would love that idea, but it’s too early to try anything like that. You shouldn’t even be letting him touch you. Especially not so lewdly. You’d been so caught up in your own thoughts that you hadn’t realized that Jean was untying your bikini top until it was too late. Before you could protest, Jean pulled you into a kiss. It wasn’t the romantic kind of kiss that you’d be looking forward to. This kiss was more heated, more passionate. The aggressive hand behind your head pulling you closer to his lips, the rough clashing of teeth, the lewd exchange of each other’s saliva, all of it was enough to make you soaked in your bikini bottoms. You’d been so caught up in your lewd exchange of kisses with Jean, you hadn’t seen Jean’s hand creep up towards your middle. Though, even if you had noticed, you wouldn’t have stopped him.

“Jean, are you sure you want to do this? I’d hate to let my feelings come between you and my son’s relationship”

Jean knew you were trying to be sincere about it, but he also knew you wanted this as much as he did, even if it did hurt the relationship between him and your son.

“Of course I’m sure. How couldn’t I be when you’re practically begging me to fuck you. The question is, are you sure, Ms. l/n?” Jean watches your face redden when your last name smoothly and sexily rolls off his tongue.

Even if you weren’t so sure, it’s not like you could back out now. Especially not when he’s got one hand tightly gripping your waist and one hand pinching and twisting your sensitive nipples through your tiny bikini top. He knew you wouldn’t pass up this opportunity, knew you’d do anything to feel him inside of you.

As hard as you fought to speak through your moans, you merely failed, barely managing to whisper ‘Yeah, ‘m suuuure’, as your words began to slur. He couldn’t help but laugh a little at the way he was already mushing your brain. All you needed was a little push, and you were like putty in his hands.

“Yeah..yeah you are sure. Especially with how wet you are, how couldn’t you be sure?” Jean mocked you as he ran a finger through your slit. The squeal that left you made him shiver. He ached to touch you, he yearned to feel you, but he knew that making you beg for it would have a greater outcome.

“Jean-fuuuck!” You threw your head back, slightly grinding your hips into his finger. You knew he was teasing you like this on purpose, but who were you to not give him what he wants?

“C’mon, you complained about being too loud, but it seems like you want Connie to find you like this.” Jean pulled his finger away, immediately popping it into his mouth. He deeply sighed, the taste of you on his tongue making him want to do more than turn you into a brainless slut.

“First, you open the door in that tight ass shirt, and that tiny little pair of shorts with your cute little baking apron tied tightly around your hips.” Jean kissed down your body, inching ever so slowly towards your pussy. “Then, you prance around the house, looking like such a slut with these tits out. It’s like you wanted me to fuck you. And now, here you are, begging me to touch that slutty pussy, begging me to make you cum all over my face. You could care less if your son caught us. You wouldn’t stop me no matter how embarrassed you are. You want me to fuck you, to own you, to disrespect that nasty cunt until you cum.”

He was right. You wanted nothing more than to let Jean have complete control of your body and you could give less of a shit if Connie were to see. In fact, a small part of you hoped that he would see. Somehow, the thought of getting caught having sex with your son’s best friend made you wetter than before. At this point, you were done with the teasing, willing to do anything just to finally have Jean inside of you.

“J-Jean, please just fuck me”, You whimpered, watching Jean pay no attention to your begging and pleading . His focus was strictly on your cunt and the way it tightly clenched when his breath fanned over it.

“Nah, you don’t deserve it yet.” Jean pressed his thumb to your clit, watching how you immediately arch into his touch. As much as he adored the way you whined and grabbed at his wrist to keep his thumb in its place, he didn’t like how you thought you had any kind of control in this situation. Instead of punishing you for it, he let it slide just this once. “Stop movin’ so much or I won’t give you anything.”

You couldn’t even voice a response before Jean licked a long, and tantalizing slow stripe up your slit. The way his tongue laid flat against your clit, slightly flicking it up while rubbing your entrance with his thumb. Jean saw exactly how he made you feel. He calculated every movement you made and tried his hardest to make you do it over and over and-

“Are you even listenin’ to me? ‘Course you’re not, you’re too busy trying to get yourself off on my tongue.” Jean deeply sighed as he removed himself from between your legs.

“N-No! I was listening, I promise! Pleas-” You sobbed, grabbing onto Jean. You were immediately shut down when he grabbed your face in one hand, forcing you to look at him. The deadly glare, the orgasm that he denied you from, the aggression of his hand on your face, all of it was enough to have your eyes watering and your bottom lip wobbling.

“Shut the fuck up. ‘M so tired of listening to you whine and cry like a pathetic bitch.” Jean briefly let go of your face, but not for your own relief. He immediately used that hand to grab your throat while he used his other to slap you a bit. “You’re so used to gettin’ what you want. You’ve got the perfect life, the perfect body, the perfect son, everything. You’re just a spoiled fuckin’ brat and I’m tired of it.”

“‘M sorry Jean, wont whine anymore, I won’t complain, I’ll take anything you give me. Just..just wanna feel you, all of you.” You cried, grabbing onto the back of his neck. His expression softened a little, giving you the opportunity to kiss him. Not a slow kiss, but more of a passionate, steamy kiss. A kiss to let him know he had full control of you. When he pulled away, he let go of your neck, pushing himself out of the pool by its walls. Quickly, he picked you up and laid you onto one of your pool chairs nearby. 

As you laid helplessly on the chair, you watched Jean untie his swim shorts at a quick pace. He couldn’t wait anymore. As much as he wanted to continue teasing you until you had dry tears on your face, he just couldn’t wait to be inside of you for any longer. Even still, he was going to make sure you did know exactly who you belonged to. When he removed his shorts, you had a full view of his cock. He was definitely bigger out of his shorts than in. The sight made more than just your mouth water, and Jean could see the desperation in your face. He wasted no time moving between your legs, finally removing your bikini bottoms and tossing them to the side.

“I didn’t get to fully prep you this time, so I’ll be gentle, okay? If it hurts at any time, don’t hesitate to tell me to stop” Jean looked down at you with sincerity in his eyes. The lust that once clouded his eyes was gone, at least for now. All he cared about in this moment was making you feel so so good.

“Mhmm, I’ll tell you. I just wanna feel you, Jean. All of you.” You pulled his face down for another kiss, feeling his cock lightly brush against your cunt. Jean eventually pulled away, pushing your legs up slightly and asking you to hold them in that exact position. Once he got your verbal agreement, he slowly stroked himself over your pussy. He dipped the tip between your lips, rubbing it against your clit to make you twitch. He teased a little more by rubbing himself up and down your slit soooo slowly, just until he heard you softly beg him to ‘fucking put it in already’.

“Remember, just relax. It’s gonna hurt a little, but if it’s too much, I’ll stop.” Jean groaned out as he began slowly pushing into you. The way you instantly tightened around him made him moan a little louder than before. The deeper he pushed into you, the tighter you’d get. “C’mon baby, you’re doing so good for me, so so good. Just keep relaxing for me.”

“Faster, please-fuck Jean- faster! I wanna feel all of you.” You cried out as you felt the tip of his cock jerk against that soft spot inside of your cunt. You pulled your legs up closter towards your chest, giving him more access to your deepest parts. All Jean could do was groan at your neediness, pushing himself deeper into you per your demand. As much as he did want to keep going slow for you, he could tell that all you wanted was for him to just fuck you already. So, he shoved the last few inches into you with a harsh thrust, him groaning while you squeal loudly at the sudden aggression. Once he felt your walls relax around him, he wasted no time taking control. He replaced your hands on the backs of your thighs with his, pushing them impossibly close towards your chest.

“You want me to fuck you, huh? That’s what you want? Tell me, tell me you want me to fuck you.” Jean grinded his cock into you as he watched you twitch from the stimulation. As much as he did enjoy watching you feel so good, he still didn’t get any answer. “C’mon, you can act brainless later. I need your answer now, or I’m pulling out.”

The threat of him pulling out, completely withdrawing from your cunt, made you immediately begin to beg. “N-No! Don’t pull out please, I need you to fuck me! Please-” The rest of your begging became nothing more than a few babbles and even more moans and squeals as Jean finally began driving himself into your cunt with sharp and methodical thrusts. The more you moaned, the more tempted he felt to get even faster, just to see if you could get even louder. He wanted to alert Connie, he wanted your son to come downstairs and see her being fucked stupid in her backyard by his best friend.

Jean removed his hands from your thighs, throwing your legs over his shoulders as he bent over to kiss you. He knew you wouldn’t be able to kiss him back as much since the stimulation was too much for you. You were more focused on chasing that orgasm that he denied you from earlier. Luckily for you, that’s all Jean wanted to do. He couldn’t even think of cumming before making you cum for him first. To achieve this, he picked you up slightly by your waist, making your back arch upward, making it so much easier for his cock to continuously drive into that sensitive spot. Every thrust he gave you managed to hit that spot on the way in and on the way out. It made your eyes water, it made your mouth water, it made your toes curl, it made you feel so close. But, wait..did you always have to pee?

“Wait, Jean! I gotta-shit!-gotta pee! You gotta stop!” You thrashed in his hold as you squealed. He didn’t stop though, just let go of your hips and pushed your legs back into your chest.

“You’ve never even squirted before? Shiiit baby, I’m about to make your first time the best time.” Jean used one hand to thumb your clit while he slowed his strokes down slightly. At this moment, it’s not about speed. It’s all about precision. Jean continues a medium pace, but he hits that spot even harder now, continuing to rub your clit in slow circles. When he looks down at your cunt, he can see the white ring you’re leaving at the base of his cock. All he can do is moan at the sight as he spits on your clit for more lubricant. When he does this, you begin squirming even more than before. He fucks you through the squirming, but he does try to urge you to calm down.

“C’mon baby, stop squirmin’ and let yourself go. I’m not stoppin’ till you make a fucking mess.” Jean groans out while lightly slapping your clit. At this point, your toes hurt from curling so hard and you’re seeing stars. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer, and so can Jean.

“Jean, don’t stop! ‘M gonna-ugnn!-gonna cum! Lemme cum, please, I need it!” You beg, plead, and moan ever so loudly. Jean just knows now that Connie can hear all the noise you’re making. “Nobody’s stoppin’ you baby, let go.” Jean continues lightly slapping your clit while you continue to squirm and thrash around in his hold. Finally, with one more hard thrust, one more slap against your clit, and that dark look in Jean’s eyes, you let go. You can barely feel your lower half when you do, and your vision turns bright white with a loud ringing in your ears.

“Fuuuck, there you fuckin’ go, baby! That’s what I wanted.” Jean chucked as you squirt all over his chest, making the biggest mess with the loudest and most erotic moans. Just the sight of tears running down your face and juices still sputtering from your cunt is enough to make Jean want to cum. But, he needs one more. One more toe curling, spine aching, mess making orgasm out of you.

Once you came down from your mind shattering orgasm, Jean made no hesitation to prop you up on your knees, ass high up in the air. He expected to hear some protesting from you, but was excited to hear absolutely no complaints. The sight of you still trembling and trying to hold yourself up was enough to make Jean’s cock twitch a little. 

“J-Jean, please..” You reached behind you with a shaky hand, trying to, somehow, pull him closer to you. “Want’ you inside again, wanna cum again, please.” You whined out to him, trying to push your ass towards his groin, trying to at least feel the tip of his cock against your throbbing clit. But, to your dismay, Jean didn’t show the slightest bit of sympathy for you or your throbbing cunt.

“Awwh, you want me back inside? That’s so adorable baby, but-” Jean started, forcing the arm you used to grab him behind your back, resting right above your hip. With this newfound grip on you, Jean had a little more control of your actions than he did before. “You don’t get to have my cock whenever you want it. You can have my cock when I feel like you deserve it, and right now, I don’t feel like you do.”

You went to struggle against the restraint he had against your arm, which pissed him off even more. “No! Please, I want it! I deserve it, I’ve been so good!” You pleaded desperately. Though he loved listening to you beg for him, part of him wanted to hear you beg a little better than that.

“I know baby, I know.” Jean cooed at you, using his free hand to rub your ass softly. The way you leaned back into his touch, the way you just gave your body to him made his next choice of words come to him so much easier. “You gotta do somethin’ for me, okay pretty? If you can do this right, I’ll make you cum again.”

You immediately perked up, turning your head to look at him. “Mhm, I’ll do ‘nything for you, anything to cum.”

“Alright, if you say so honey. I need you to hold out for me, okay? Gonna get myself close, then I’ll let you cum.” Jean let go of the arm he had restrained behind you, still smoothing his hands over your ass. Once he heard your grunts of approval, and the tiny nodding of your head, he finally pushed himself back into your cunt. The deeper he forced himself, the closer you got to cumming, and Jean could feel it.

Your loud moans were like music to Jean’s ears, proof that he was making you feel so good, better than anyone’s made you feel. You could already feel yourself right at the edge, but you knew what you had to do, you knew what Jean wanted, and you knew what would happen if he didn’t get exactly that. Jean could feel how close you were, but he didn’t intend to make this easy for you. Where’s the fun in that? Instead of just letting you sit there while he does all the work, Jean stops moving, urging you to do it for him. “C’mon, slut. Be a gooood girl and push yourself back onto my cock. Don’t you fucking cum either, just work yourself on my co-yeah, that’s it.”

You tried your hardest to ground yourself as you rocked back and forth onto Jean’s cock. Each time he slipped out of you, it was hard for you to push him back in with how tightly you were clenching. You fought hard to not pull his cock out of you completely, but the stimulation from your last orgasm and your upcoming orgasm made it even harder. When you did pull too far, when he did ‘accidentally’ slip out, you made your best attempts to reach behind you and guide him back inside. Jean watched you struggle to keep your pace while not cumming, which pushed him closer to his release, but it wasn’t close enough.

Jean slowed your hips with a rough grip to your hips. When you looked behind you to find what the problem was, Jean took that as an opportunity to grab you by your neck. The way he tilted your head back so far made your back arch more. Though you could hardly breathe from the restraint he had on your neck, you still managed to keep your mouth shut. Jean stared down at you like this for a while until he spoke. “I’m almost there, honey. Just gotta take control for a bit, and then I’ll let you cum. Sound good?” He cooed at you as he began to continue thrusting into your poor, abused cunt. All you could do was nod. 

The restraint around your neck made it hard to speak, so you used your moans and your body language to speak to him. The way your eyes rolled back and your mouth hung open was enough to let Jean know just how far gone you were. This was exactly what he wanted. From the day Connie introduced him to you, he’s wanted to just take you and fuck you stupid. You’ve been dodging his previous attempts, which made him all the more attracted to you. He was glad that you’d finally given up the good girl facade and just let him take over.

Your loud squealing brought Jean back to reality. He watched as your legs began to shake, your breathing began to become shaky. Jean let go of your neck, letting your head fall back into the poolside chair. He slowly inched his hand lower, rubbing rough circles on your clit. The reaction he got from you told him more than he needed to know. You were close, and if he didn’t catch up to you, you’d cum whether any of you wanted to or not. Jean began picking up the pace of his thrusts, listening to your muffled cries.

“Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me what you need.” Jean rubbed your clit faster, watching you grip the sides of the chair. You tried your hardest to muster up the courage to open your mouth, to speak in full sentences, but with the way he was thrusting inside of you, you had many complications. “Pleease, please fill me up! I wan’ all of your cum inside of me daddy please!”

Jean’s breath hitched. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He grabbed your head, pulling you up to meet his chest. “Repeat that, would you? Say that shit again, I wanna hear you loud and clear.” He growled into your ear, slightly slowing his thrusts to bring your attention back to him.

“Fill me up daddy! Ohmygod yes!-I want you to make me a mommy, wanna have your babies!” You sobbed, holding onto the hand that’s been manipulating your puffy clit.

“Yeah? You want me to make ya a momma again? You wanna really made me a daddy? Well, c’mon and cum so I can fill this mommy cunt up baby.” Jean picked his thrusts up again, rubbing your clit even faster. You finally began to feel yourself get closer and closer, felt that heat in your gut begin to slowly disappear, until finally, finally, you came all over Jean. You felt it drip down your thighs, watched it soak into the poolside chair. Jean let you go, letting your limp body fall forward as he continued to sloppily thrust himself into you. You could hear him mumble something, but your mind was so fuzzy, which made it harder to comprehend anything. Finally, Jean slowed his thrusts, and you could feel his cum fill you up. 

When he stopped his thrusting, he pulled out of you, pulling his swim shorts back on. As he looked up toward your son’s window, he could see Connie watching with rage in his face. All Jean did was wave and grab pieces of your swimsuit. He would’ve loved to stay and watch you struggle to get back into your swimsuit, he had to leave before Connie beat him to a pulp.

“I gotta go, but let me know if you do, you know, end up pregnant” Jean slightly giggled at your attempt to nod your head at him. “I would advise you take an after pill, wouldn’t want ya getting knocked up.”

“‘M on birth control, Jean. Not havin’ anymore kids.” Your words were still slurring, trying to ground yourself once again so you could somehow make it up to your son.

“If ya say so. If you do wanna do this again, just call me. You have my number, I’m sure.” And with that, Jean went back into your house.  Though your son will never forgive you for ruining his friendship for some dick, you definitely don't regret your choices. If you could do it again, you would. Over, and over, and over, and over again <3.

[forever-rogue]

Hey! If requests are closed, than please ignore this! If they're open though, I'd love your take on this if you're open to it - Benny is staying at Frankie and Reader's house for whatever reason and accidentally walks in on Reader naked or changing and sees some things. Later on, Benny makes an innocent comment to Frankie about how good Reader's body is. The rest is up to you how it goes!

AN |  Not me looking at this and immediately going “and they were roommates.” But that’s what happened! [ps - I would do anything for you] 🥰

Pairing | Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language, yearning/pining, lots of lusty thoughts, some spice, sinful use of sunscreen

Word Count | 3.1k

Masterlist | Frankie, Main

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You had been cold all day, finding it almost impossible to get warm and finally settling on taking  a long, hot shower. The idea that you might have used up all the hot water didn’t bother you; that was a Frankie problem he could deal with later if he had to. Once you finally felt warm enough, your skin screaming for lotion as soon as you toweled yourself off with a big, fluffy towel, you padded back to your room. 

The house was quiet for what seemed like the first in forever; you loved Frankie and Benny but the two of them together was a lot. Benny was staying at the house you shared with Frankie for a few days while he had a contractor doing some work at his own place. While good hearted and nothing but kind, Benny was the definition of a chaotic mess. Somehow you managed to convince the boys to go out to the bar for a few drinks along with Santi and Will so you could have an evening to yourself. 

A contented sigh escaped your lips as you walked back into your room, dropping the towel you’d wrapped around your body without even bothering to close the door. You were home alone, might as well take advantage of it. Reaching into the dresser, you grabbed a clean t-shirt (one of Frankie’s that you managed to steal at some point) and some sleep shorts and tossed them onto the bed. 

Grabbing the bottle of your favorite lotion you pumped some into your palm before putting a leg onto your bed to start soothing your skin. You loved taking some time for self-care and this evening it felt nothing short of amazing. Once you were finished with your legs, you turned around to grab some more lotion when you heard the tell-tale creak of the floorboards. 

Without thinking about it, you turned around and found Benny outside of your bedroom, his face flushed a brilliant crimson before he murmured a small, “oh shit.”

“Benny!” it was then that you realized you were still completely naked, quickly scrambling to grab the towel off the floor to preserve whatever modicum of modesty you had remaining, “what are you doing here!?”

“We just got back,” he stammered as he slapped a hand over his eyes, “I was coming to see where you were and y-your door was open and you’re naked.”

“I thought I was home alone,” you groaned, your whole face flushing with warmth, “oh my god. Benny, go!”

Before he could say anything else, you quickly slammed the door in his face and locked it. You knew he would never try and open it, but in the moment it had seemed like the most sensible thing to do. You hastily pulled on your clothes before sitting down and trying to catch your breath. It wasn’t anything catastrophic or even that bad, but right now all you could think about was the awkwardness and the knowledge that Benny had now seen you naked. Of all of the boys, you’d have thought he would be the last one. 

“Fuck,” you groaned to yourself as you flopped on the bed. Maybe you were being dramatic, but it had thrown you for such a loop and you had a feeling it would take some time to not think about that moment whenever you saw Benny, “fuck.”

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Benny almost ran down the stairs and into the kitchen, opening the fridge to grab another beer. Frankie had been in the process of doing the same thing, giving the younger man a concerned look. 

“Everything alright?” He was amused as he watched Benny quickly open the bottle and take a long swig, “you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Not a ghost,” he sighed deeply, “just Bee. Naked Bee.”

“I…what?” Frankie’s eyes widened in surprise as he tried to process what Benny said, “what do you mean…naked?”

“I went upstairs to see if she was up and maybe wanted to join us and her bedroom door was open and she was naked and I saw. I didn’t mean to look, I swear, it just happened so fast and she saw me and she freaked so I freaked,” it all came out in one long breath as an odd feeling panged through Frankie’s stomach, “she’s going to hate me forever.”

“She’s not going to hate you,” Frankie insisted, trying to push away the thought of but I might, “she’ll know it was an accident.”

“I know but damn,” he slinked into the chair at the kitchen table, sighing deeply, “I feel like a creep.”

“It’s fine-”

“But she’s fine as hell,” Benny felt guilty even admitting that out loud, “but you already knew that. Lucky bastard.”

“How does that make me lucky?” he grumbled as he took a seat across from Benny. He immediately felt like his behavior was childish, but he couldn’t help but be annoyed, “you’re the one that saw her.”

“You haven’t…you haven’t seen her?”

“I-what? No.”

“Aren’t you dating? At least sleeping together?”

“Why would we be in separate bedrooms if we were dating?” Frankie definitely wouldn’t want to be just roommates with you if he had anything to say about it. But he’d never quite been able to bring himself to admit that or his feelings towards you, “no, we - Bee and I are just friends.”

“Oh,” Benny took a drink, swallowing thickly before looking away, “we all thought there was…there was more to it.”

“Nope,” Frankie popped the p for emphasis before starting down at the table, “just friends.”

“It doesn’t seem like she likes you as just a friend,” Benny gave Frankie a curious little look, a smile tugging on the corners of his mouth, “and it appears to me that you like her as more than a friend. You like Bee, don’t cha Frankie?”

“Fuck off,  Miller. I, ugh…yes,” he finally admitted, finding it easier to get off his chest than he had originally thought, “but please don’t say anything to her. I don’t want to ruin our friendship or anything.”

“Sure, Fish,” he nodded, tapping the neck of his bottle against Frankie’s, “whatever you want man. But I’m just saying, she definitely sees you as more than a friend.”

“Miller.”

“Fine, fine,” he held up his hands in mock surrender, “she’s fine too, just remember that.”

“You’re the absolute worst!”

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By the next day you’d decided to push everything from the previous evening out of your head. So what if Benny had seen you naked? It wasn’t that weird; neither of you were doing anything and there was nothing wrong with seeing a nude body. On top of that you trusted Benny and knew he’d never say or do anything inappropriate or make you feel uncomfortable. No; instead you realized it was fine and neither of you had to mention it ever again.

By the time you were up and ready, the guys were gone, probably at work or going for a run or who knows what. You had the day off and decided to take advantage of the first bit of summer weather that had made its appearance that day. You’d convinced Frankie to clean the pool and get it ready for use the prior weekend, citing the fact that summer was just around the corner despite the odd cold snap that had occurred for a few days. 

After you’d made yourself a quick breakfast, you went back upstairs to grab the new book you’d started reading and changed into your bathing suit before going outside into the backyard to lounge by the pool. You liked the new two piece you’d picked out; it was enough coverage to where you felt comfortable but still made you feel sexy in all the right ways. Plus, you loved a good tropical palm print…the fact that this bathing suit happened to make a pair of Frankie’s swim trunks was just a happy little accident. Or not, you grinned to yourself, grabbing a towel on the way outside. 

You’d only been outside for a little bit, deciding to first water the flowers and plants you and Frankie had planted recently. You’d spent a whole day going to one of the local nurseries and picking everything out before planting them all just how you wanted. That had been a good day - a nice day spent among many with Frankie. 

“Hey Bee-” you heard Frankie opening the sliding screen door before you spotted him, turning around to find him frozen with his gaze focused on you. You set down the watering can before waving at him and almost bounding his way, “h-hi.”

“Hi Frankie,” you grinned at him. You noticed that he seemed stiff suddenly, and a bit of tension hung in the air, “everything all right?” 

“Y-yeah, of course,” he gave you a tight lipped smile, “w-what are you up to?”

“Well, I have the day off for once and wanted to take advantage of the warm weather and your pool cleaning efforts!” you grinned excitedly, “but I watered everything too. Don’t want all of our hard work to go to waste. Actually…do you think you could do me a huge favor, cielito?”

“Sure…”

“Can you help me with the sunscreen? I can’t reach all of my back and I’d rather that not be the area that gets burned,” you’d grabbed his hand and started pulling towards the spot with the poolside loungers, already intent on reaching for the sunscreen you’d had enough forethought to bring, “why don’t you relax me with me? You’ve been working so hard lately and you seem tense. Relaxation might do you some good!”

“Bee,” his throat felt so dry as he tried not to stare at you too lustfully but keep it respectful. You were so beautiful; soft, delicate skin, an ass he really wanted to grab and your breasts covered just enough to be acceptable but god did he want to rip that top right off. He shook his head to remind himself not to be a total creep; you were his best friend, he shouldn’t be having thoughts like this. You handed the sunscreen to him and quickly tied up your hair before sitting down on the soft lounge chair, “a-are you sure you want me to?”

“What’s wrong, cielito?” you teased, completely unaware of the effect your little nickname had on him, “afraid to get sunscreen on you? Come on, do me and I’ll do you.”

Fucking hell. You had to be doing this on purpose. It quickly became a herculean task to keep from getting a full hard on as he poured the sunscreen in his hand and gently massaged it into your back. Your soft little noises weren’t doing anything to help. He took a deep breath and told himself to focus. All he should be concerned about was keeping your delicate skin safe from the sun’s harmful rays. The only thing relaxation was going to bring to him right now was a blissful death from how good your skin felt.

“All done,” his voice was about two octaves higher than it normally was and you gave him a curious look but said nothing, “I-I’ll go and change. Are you-”

“Hurry up,” you insisted, giving him a sweet smile. He nodded, swallowing thickly as he tracked back into the house, wondering if he had enough time to get himself off before you grew suspicious. But no, he gritted his teeth, he was fine. He was a grown man that could handle hanging out with his gorgeous, wonderful, amazing best friend. Ugh. He really needed to chill.

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It was about fifteen minutes later when he finally came back out, wearing the swim trunks that matched your bikini. You couldn’t help but beam at him as he pulled his shirt off and sat next to you. You did your best not to stare at him, not wanting to be that shamelessly. Seeing him in just his trunks with his wild mop of dark curls definitely set off something feral within you. His warm, golden skin was tantalizing as you tried to keep from counting each little freckle, desperately wanting to map them out with your mouth. 

God, you need to get a grip and not lose it over him. Besides, there was no way he felt the same way about you. You wished he did, and a few times you were sure he had returned the desire that you had but neither of you had ever acted on it. 

“Turn around,” you whispered as he shifted so back was to you…that delicious broad back. Fuck. You need to pull yourself together. You reached for the sunscreen and started to rub it into his back, tracing your fingertips over as much skin as was appropriate in such a situation. You brought it all the way down his back, stopping just above the waistband of his trunks, wishing you could go lower. You cleared your throat, in a vain attempt to cover up the little moan that escaped your lips at the feeling of his muscles and shoulders under your hands, “there you go. All set.”

“Are you sure you got everything?” hell. Why was his stupid voice so delciously deep and rich? 

“Y-yeah,” you tried to calm your racing thoughts and not let them go straight between your legs, “I think you can handle the front.”

“I always seem to miss a few spots,” he said as stretched, causing the trunks to dip ever so slightly so you could see the cut of his hips and the trail of hair that started at his navel and disappeared under the fabric. Why was it a million degrees suddenly? He had the audacity to look at you with pure innocence in those big brown eyes, “do you mind, Bee? I don’t want to get burned.”

“Of course not,” your mouth was dry as the sahara but your bottoms were getting more wet with each passing second, “I’ve got you.”

You tried to keep repeating inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale as you rubbed in the sunscreen over his broad chest and down his torso. His skin was soft, scattered with freckles and a few scars from his time in the army, but so tempting. It felt like sin to be rubbing the lotion onto his skin when all you could think about was wanting to lick every inch of it. You tried to work as quickly as possible so your wanton hands didn’t give away your thoughts, instead focusing on his arms. But god, those were nice, toned and firm with big, strong hands. You wondered how they would feel all over your body, touching you like you’d always dreamed off.

“Thanks,” you’d never hated him and crinkly-eyed, dimple displaying smile more than in that moment, “you’re so good to me. Do you want a hand with the rest?”

This was a test. This had to be a test divined by the universe in order to see how strong your willpower was. How far could you be pushed until you snapped and threw yourself all over him? 

“I-if you want to,” you offered him the out, hoping - but not really - that he would say no, “we could just jump into the pool too? I’m sure we’ll be fine.”

“You’re supposed to wait fifteen minutes to half an hour before getting in,” he reminded as you every fiber of your being screamed for him, “but if you’re-”

“Touch me,” you blurted out before you could stop yourself, “I mean…umm, good ahead with the sunscreen.”

His tongue darted out to wet his lips before he pulled you closer to him, settling your body on the lounger in between his legs. Just look at the small tattoo on his inner thigh and it would all be okay. Don’t focus on having his hands all over you. 

He was slow and methodical in his approach, starting with your neck and shoulders before working into your arms. He brought it down your chest, the tips of his fingers resting just above the swell of your breasts. Frankie bit the inside of his cheek before letting himself go any further, “can I touch here?”

“Benny saw me naked,” you weren’t quite sure where the need to tell him this came from. But you just felt like you wanted him to know, “last night after I got out of the shower. It was an accident.”

“He told me,” he confessed quietly, “he was embarrassed and worried and hoped you wouldn’t think he was a creep.”

“No,” you shook your head softly, “I know it was just an accident. But there’s…umm…something else.”

“Dime,” he whispered as you decided it was now or never.

“I wish it had been you,” you confessed, worrying your bottom lip in a way that drove him crazy, “then I could have told you it was okay, you can look all you want, you can come in and do whatever you want.”

“Bee,” his voice was strained as he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, “you can’t just say things like that and expect me to have any amount of self control. You drive me absolutely crazy and god, I’ve wanted you since the day we met. But I can’t take advantage of you.”

“It’s not taking advantage,” you reached up for the tie at the front of your top and slowly undid the knot, letting it fall open before hastily throwing it to the side, “when I want you too. For so long now.”

“Bee…”

“You can touch me,” you whispered as you leaned in closer to him, face just inches from his, “I want you to, mi cielito.”

“If I start I won’t be able to stop.”

“Good thing I don’t want you to stop,” before you could say anything else he cut you off by finally - finally - pressing his lips against yours and kissing you with a desperate, needy hunger, “Francisco, please.”

“I love it when you call me that,” he gently nudged his nose against yours, “I love you, Bee.”

“I love you too,” you kissed him quickly, “take me inside so we can finally do this and do it properly.”

“Fuck yes.”

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(Not So) Casual Friday

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader Word Count: 4,456 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Dad Bod Hotch (it's not a main component but he very much has the tummy here), Pining, Accidentally admitting attraction, Embarrassment, A little angst, Oral sex, Protected sex Summary: Your best friend Derek finds out about your feelings for Hotch and teases you mercilessly. You can manage it, though, until the first ever Casual Friday, when Hotch shows up to work in a black polo and jeans and you kind of ruin everything. Or maybe you don't? *Requested by anon Link to A03 or read below! “Okay, girlie, today’s the day,” Derek says when you set your bag and coffee cup on your desk on Monday morning. You shoot your best friend a tired smile and wonder for the—you’ve worked at the BAU for almost two years, so it’s probably the 500th time—for the 500th time why he has to be such a morning person when you would prefer not to have a conversation until at least 10 AM.

“Today’s the day for what?” you sigh, asking out of obligation, because it’s obvious that’s what he’s waiting for; he smiles, picks up your coffee and hands it to you, which must mean you sound bitchy. You take a grateful sip, close your eyes and exhale through your nose.

“For you to admit to me that you’re in love with Hotch.”

You spit out your coffee—only all over yourself, which is great, wouldn’t want to inconvenience Derek at all—and then cough so hard he has to thump on your back to help clear your airway.

It draws some attention; Hotch comes out of his office, takes a look at the two of you and probably regrets hiring the both of you, then walks down the stairs to make sure you’re okay.

“What happened? You’re wet,” he says a bit gruffly, looking at the coffee all over your chest and sleeves. You glare over at Derek, who’s clearly trying not to laugh.

“Derek made me spill my coffee.” You grab a handful of tissues off your desk and pat at the wet spot, trying to soak up the worst of it, but it’s not salvageable. You’ll have to change your shirt.

“And then you… choked on it?” Hotch asks, to clarify. Derek does laugh at that; the things Hotch is saying happen to have dual meanings, slightly sexual, and now that Derek knows—thinks he knows—about your thing for Hotch, it’s clear he finds it all so hilarious. He’s a twelve year old boy in a grown man’s body.

“Okay, I didn’t spill, I spit,” you correct, looking up at them, and Derek makes an exaggerated face of disapproval.

“Should have swallowed,” he says, trying to sound serious, and you shoot him an irritated look and reach out to slap him in the chest. Asshole.

“Do you need help getting cleaned up?” Hotch’s expression is kind, sweet, but you’d sooner die than have him blot coffee off of your boobs. It would be mortifying, especially in front of Derek.

“No, no, I think I’m okay. Thanks,” you add with a soft smile, and then you reach up and pull your sweater over your head, unzip your go bag, and search for another top.

For some reason, Hotch has a coughing fit scarily similar to the one you just had, and you turn to pat his back like Derek did for you.

“Are you alright?” you ask, looking up into his face, and he nods despite his watering eyes.

“Fine,” he croaks, and he leaves as quickly as he came. You sigh, because it’s not even nine and your day has already been so weird.

You’re wearing a tank top, and thankfully the coffee didn’t get through to that layer, so it’s quick and easy to throw another lightweight sweater over top of it; you ball up the wet one, shove it in the dirty clothes portion of your bag, zip it up and stash it under your desk. Derek looks like he’s having the best day of his life.

“You realize you just undressed in front of Hotch,” he says with a tone you don’t appreciate. You roll your eyes.

“I did not. I had a tank top on underneath.” You almost always wear an undershirt, because you’ve been a cop long enough to know that sometimes your clothes get torn or messed up in the line of duty, and you’re not trying to offer a free show while taking down an unsub. Derek wiggles his eyebrows, points at your chest.

“Yeah, one that put those little boobies on display. His eyes bulged out of his head like a cartoon character.” This time, you punch him in the arm, hard. It’s too goddamn early for this.

“Can you please shut up already? I don’t have a thing for Hotch.”

“Ah, I didn’t say you had a thing, I said you’re in love with him. And I have evidence; lots of it.” You tip your head back, groan, wondering what you did to deserve a best friend who is also such a pain in the ass, and it’s that moment that Hotch chooses to rejoin you; he looks a little flushed, probably from the coughing earlier.

“Uh. We have a case; I know not everyone is here yet, but you can head up to the briefing room, I’ll grab the others when they arrive.”

“Sure thing, sir,” you say easily, grabbing your tablet and what’s left of your coffee; you gesture for Derek and he follows, laughing and shaking his head. “Okay, what is it now? I’m so glad you find me entertaining today.”

“‘Sure thing, sir,’” he says with a high, breathy voice you assume is supposed to mimic yours. “You want his dick so bad.” You narrow your eyes at him as you head upstairs.

“Uh, because I was being respectful? I know that’s a foreign concept for you, the world’s biggest asshole, but you don’t have to read anything into it.” You take your usual seats at the table, pull up the note-taking app on your tablet, and Derek sits back, crosses his arms behind his head.

“Well you’re not calling me ‘sir’, and I’m the sexiest piece in the office, so it’s hard not to read into it.” You look over at him, elbow on the table, chin in the palm of your hand.

“Sexy is subjective, and you don’t do it for me, sorry to break it to you.” He scoffs, laughs, and you laugh too because you both know you see each other as brother and sister, buddies, and fellow former cops, and absolutely nothing else.

“Yeah, I get it, only Hotch does it for you; he’s not my type, but I can see how a young lady like yourself could be drawn to his brooding exterior.”

“I’m not drawn to his exterior!” you practically growl, and then you’re joined by Spencer and JJ.

“Good morning. What’s going on with you two?” JJ asks, loading up the monitors for the debriefing, her eyebrows raised.

“She’s in love with Hotch,” Derek says completely nonchalantly, and you rest your head on the table, on top of your forearms, and sigh.

“She’s what?” JJ’s whole face lights up, and you seriously regret everything.

“I’m not in love with anybody!” you mumble against your arms, and then you sit up, because you’re clearly going to have to defend yourself. “And I’d appreciate it if you quit saying that I am.”

“I told you I have evidence,” Derek reminds you, leaning back in his chair a little. One swift kick would have him toppling ass over tea kettle, but you’re too nice, even when he’s actively trying to ruin your life. “Shall I go over it while we wait?”

“I’ll be an objective third party,” Spencer says with a brief smile, and you sigh, wave your hand toward Derek.

“Alright, let’s hear it. I’m sure I have a perfectly reasonable explanation for whatever evidence you might think you have.” He grins like this is the moment he’s been waiting for, and you feel a little stupid for encouraging this.

“For one, you always look at him. When I’m delivering a profile, I notice you watching the locals, making sure they understand what we’re going over, since you're the queen of analyzing the micro expressions. But when Hotch is delivering a profile, your eyes are on him the whole time. Same goes for discussing theories on the jet; anyone else, and you’ve got your face in your tablet, scribbling notes, but you always look at him when he speaks.”

Your cheeks get hot. He’s a captivating speaker, is all, with that deep, velvety voice, and you can learn a lot from him, so you pay attention. That’s just being smart.

“Second, you tense when he gets close to you: not like you don’t want him to touch you, but like you’re halfway to jumping him already and trying to control it. I could probably put my hand in your pocket and you wouldn't even flinch, but if he leans over you to point at something you look like you’re about to cream your pants.”

“I have seen that, actually,” JJ offers, and you look over at her, betrayed. Sure, you get a whiff of his clean, crisp cologne, or feel the heat of him at your back, and your body reacts, reminds you that this is your boss and you’re at work and you can’t get turned on by the way he smells, but that’s actually a good thing, not an indicator of feelings or anything.

“Third, there’s something up with you and the gray suits. I can literally tell that he’s wearing one before I even see him, all because of the look on your face. It’s like you’re drunk on the gray suit.”

“Okay, that’s not true,” you say with a roll of your eyes—the gray suits are god tier, but there’s no way you’re that obvious—but it’s Spencer who speaks up, this time.

“You know, I have noticed that. Your pupils tend to be more dilated when his suit is gray or blue than when it’s black.” Fuck. You sigh.

“He barely ever wears the blue. It looks so good on him,” you murmur, and then you snap your eyes shut, cover your face with your hands. “Fuck. This is so embarrassing.”

“To be fair, we are profilers,” Derek says, leaning in to pat your back. “But also to be fair, he’s been a profiler longer than any of us, so if we know, he definitely knows.”

“Not helping, Derek,” you grind out, and then you’re joined by the rest of the team. Penelope takes the seat next to you, leans in with a worried tone of voice.

“Is everything okay?”

“She’s having a small crisis, but she’ll be fine,” JJ says with a smile, and you don’t miss the way Hotch looks you over when she says it, concern in his eyes. “Alright, so we’re headed to Arkansas…”

Later that morning, when you’ve been given your instructions—yours are heading to the crime scene with Emily and Derek—Hotch pulls you out into the hall, rests a gentle hand on your arm.

“Are you alright? JJ mentioned you were having a crisis earlier. This is the first time I’ve been able to get you alone, and I wanted to check on you.” You take a deep breath, look up at him, so handsome in a black suit, white shirt, green tie—he almost never wears a green tie, and you absently think it brings out the more golden tones of his eyes—and smile softly.

“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s really nothing. Personal stuff, and I’m dealing with it.” If by ‘dealing with it’ you mean you’ve been repressing it, shoving it down day in and day out until your feelings are choking you, then yeah, you’re dealing with it. “Thanks for checking, though, that’s kind of you.”

“Of course. I’m here to help in any way I can, if you need me.” Good god, do you need him, emotionally, physically, but that’s fantasy, and this, what he’s offering, is rooted in reality. Good things do happen, but not to you.

“Thanks.” Your voice is weak to your own ears, and he swallows, nods; you see Derek hovering by the door, waiting for you, and you pull away to join him, plastering a smile on your face. You don’t talk about it again until Friday, and at that point it’s extremely unavoidable.

It’s Casual Friday, newly implemented by the bureau as a way to boost morale, and while it doesn’t really excite you, because you’re fairly casual anyway, others take full advantage of it. Others, including Hotch.

He shows up to work wearing a black polo and dark jeans, his usual watch. It’s easily the most simplistic, basic outfit a man could decide to wear on Casual Friday, but this isn’t just a man, it’s Aaron fucking Hotchner, and so naturally, you lose your damn mind.

It wouldn’t be so bad if the damn polo didn’t fit him perfectly, tight across his shoulders and chest and the little tummy he has that makes you want to be under him so badly, your stomachs pressed together while he thrusts inside you, holding you tightly, his strong thighs working against yours…

“Hello, are you alive in there?” Emily asks, waving her hand in front of your face; the two of you, along with Derek, are in Penelope’s office for lunch while Rossi, Reid, and JJ are out of the office for a seminar. You blink, shake away your thoughts and hope and pray they don’t come back—but they’ll come back, they always do.

“She’s just short circuiting because of Hotch’s Casual Friday look,” Morgan says with a wink, sitting backward in his seat. “She’s been drooling so much I’ve had to follow her around with a mop to clean up after her.” You push your wheeled chair away from them with a groan, needing space and air and, potentially, a brain transplant. You’ve gotten nothing done all day long.

“Can you blame me? The man comes in here everyday, buttoned up tight, looking incredible in a suit and tie, and then he shows up in that black polo, all snug and hot and delicious, and you expect me not to freak out? You guys are lucky I didn’t pass out.” You’re met with silence, and you blink, confused, at your friends, but they’re all just kind of staring with looks of barely concealed humor. “What? It’s not like it’s a secret that I want to climb him like a tree.”

“Pretty sure it was a secret to him,” Penelope says, looking shocked, and you whip around in your chair to see Hotch standing in the doorway, wide-eyed and a little flushed.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry. I, uh—” He raises a hand, waves you off.

“It’s okay. No harm done; thank you, for the, uh. Compliment.” He steps forward, hands a manila folder to Penelope. “Thanks for taking care of these,” he says softly, and then, unsurprisingly, he gets the hell out of there. You wish you could disappear off the face of the Earth.

“Fuck, holy fuck,” you mutter when he’s gone, leaning forward with your head in your hands. “That’s it, I’m quitting. It’s been nice knowing you guys.”

“Okay, don’t be dramatic,” Derek says, and you look up to glare at him; he’s the one that started all this in the first place. You were fine, feelings tamped down and suppressed, until he brought it up and then told everyone you know.

“Don’t tell me not to be dramatic, Derek! This is all your fault. You never respect my boundaries, you never know when to just let me be, you always have to pick and pick until you wear me down. Maybe I had a reason for wanting to keep my feelings private, did you ever think of that?”

“I know you're upset,” Emily begins softly, because there’s some pretty thick tension between you and Derek now, but you stand up, push your chair across the room, and shake your head.

“I’m not upset, I’m fucking humiliated. I’m going home; let him know I’m sick, will you?” You exhale deeply, storm upstairs and grab your stuff and drive home with tears in your eyes. You’ve never been so embarrassed in your life, and add that to the absolute heartbreak you’re feeling? You’re just happy you make it to your apartment, so you can break down with cheesecake and a sappy, romantic comedy with a happy ending: those perfect, fictional worlds are pretty much the only place one is guaranteed. You are, as planned, hunkered down on the sofa in your softest pajamas, watching You’ve Got Mail and eating the center out of an entire cheesecake with a spoon when there’s a knock at your door. You groan, pick up your cheesecake tin, and walk over to it, fully expecting it to be Derek come to beg for forgiveness for ruining your life, so it’s no surprise you drop your dessert on the floor when it’s actually Hotch on the other side.

He looks down at the tin, then up at your face, cracks the barest hint of a smile.

“I thought you were sick; I brought soup,” he says, holding up a paper bag, and your heart thumps in your chest. You wipe a hand over your face, because you haven’t been exactly neat in your heartache cheesecake consumption, and then you kick the tin across the floor and invite him in, closing the door behind him.

“I thought it was obvious that I wasn’t actually sick, just… really embarrassed,” you say when he turns back to look at you. “I can’t believe you heard all that stuff I said… I’m really sorry I made you uncomfortable.” You take the bag from his hand and invite him to follow you into the kitchen, where you set it on the counter, lean against it. He comes close, but not so close you can’t function, which is good; your comfy pajamas are shorts and a loose tank top, so you feel a little exposed already.

“You didn’t make me uncomfortable,” he says softly, and you frown, must have heard him wrong. He presses his fingertips against the counter, as if for support. “You didn’t make me uncomfortable. It was… unexpected,” he explains, “very unexpected, but I’m not uncomfortable.”

You flush hot, and you can feel the bad decision part of your brain switching on, warning bells ringing in your head.

Whatever you do next has the potential to be extremely stupid, and you would like to avoid that at all costs; you love your job, after all, despite how physically and emotionally exhausting it can be, and you love your team. Time to think with your upstairs brain only.

“That makes me feel a little better,” you say truthfully, and despite the pep talk you just gave yourself, you move closer to him like there’s an invisible magnetic force between you; you would imagine a guy like Hotch would step back, keep his distance, but he only cranes his neck a little so he can look down at you more easily.

God, he’s tall. And he smells good, and his face is perfect, and that goddamn polo...

“Good, I’m glad. I don’t want you to feel bad about this. I’m not uncomfortable, it’s not… it’s not unwanted.” You swallow audibly, looking up at him, wondering if he knows what he’s saying, what it sounds like.

“It’s not?” you ask, and it comes out breathy; he takes a small step closer to you, brushes his fingers over your arm, peers into your eyes.

“No, it’s not. I’ve been thinking of you, too; I know you know you’re beautiful, but you’re also so smart, and strong-willed, and a force to be reckoned with. I’m proud to have you on my team, and I’d be proud… to have you climb me like a tree.” He smiles again, just the barest hint of one, and you put your arms around him and pull him closer for a kiss.

One long, slow, perfect kiss turns into another, then another, and he presses your back against the counter, his hands on your face and your hands on his thick waist; you hum into the kiss, revel in the feel of his lips on yours, his tongue sweeping past them, and when you pull back for air it feels like there’s only one question that needs to be asked.

“Bedroom?” you breathe, and he nods, and you take his hand and pull him in that direction, pausing to kiss him several times before you get there. “You don’t happen to have a condom, do you?” you ask, breathless, guiding him to the bed, and he frowns, shakes his head.

“I didn’t want to seem presumptuous.” You grin at that, lean forward and kiss him, your fingers in his hair.

“I find it so hot that you even say presumptuous. I might have one here somewhere.” You open your nightstand, move around books and toys until you find a couple; you flip them over, checking to see if they’re expired, and offer him a couple options. “They’re still good, surprisingly. You can, uh. Choose the one that would work best.”

He looks them over, picks one and hands back the rest, and you throw them back in the drawer and slide into his lap, wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he says, holding your waist as you look down at him, completely in awe that this is happening. “But I want to clarify: if you’re looking for something casual, I don’t think we should go any further.” You inhale softly, surprised by his straightforwardness, and you lean in, kiss him slowly.

“I don’t want casual. I want to be with you.” His eyes are so brilliant, dark in the dim light of your bedroom, and he nods, presses his lips to yours and slides his hands beneath your top, guides it over your head. Then they move to your shorts, slipping them gently off your hips, and you stand so he can push them to the ground.

You’re both breathing heavily, a little rough, and you step between his legs, kiss him again, run your hands down his chest, closing your eyes with a sigh because you finally get to feel him after a year of just imagining what it would be like. After a beat, you open your eyes, look into his, smile.

“Really grateful for Casual Friday,” you whisper. “Otherwise you might never have found out I’m kind of in love with you.” You ease the polo over his head, drop it on the ground and encourage him to stand so you can take off his pants; he does, but before you can drop to your knees as planned, he takes your face in his hands, presses one soft kiss against your mouth.

“I’m more than kind of in love with you.” Oh, if that isn’t the greatest sentence your ears have ever heard… You wrap your arms around his neck, kiss a little more, forgetting that you planned to finish undressing him; when you remember, you make quick work of it, then have him lay back against the bed and settle between his legs.

You put your mouth on him because you want to, more than anything, and his hand drops to your hair, caressing you while you suck slowly, deeply, holding him with one hand and pressing against his stomach with the other. His moans are soft and gorgeous, his body tense beneath your hand, and you’d do this all night, but he murmurs your name, coaxes you up, puts his hands on your back as you settle against him.

“You’re so incredible. I never would have imagined I’d get this, get you,” he breathes, skimming his hands over your sides and hips, and you kiss softly, steamy and sweet.

“Me neither.” You lean up, make space for him to roll on the condom, and then press him inside; your breath hitches, and so does his, and you lay on top of him, chest to chest, stomach to stomach, arms around each other tightly while you move. “Hmm. Aaron,” you sigh, hair falling around him, and he groans, digs his fingertips into your hips.

“Sounds so perfect coming out of your mouth.” You smile, but it slips away when he surges up to kiss you, leans up so he’s sitting with you in his lap. He slides a broad hand up your back, wraps it around the nape of your neck, and pumps his hips up as you sink down, eliciting a series of soft, eager moans from the both of you.

“Feels like I’ve waited so long; I’ve never wanted someone as badly as I wanted you,” you tell him, chest heaving, and he brings you to him for a kiss, something a little rougher, less refined. He’s getting close.

“Never. You make me feel so much.” You reach back against his leg for support, work harder to bring him off, and when he comes he crushes his mouth against yours, delicious and more uncontrolled than you’ve ever seen him. He chants your name, so soft and sweet rolling off of his tongue, and then gets you on your back so he can press deeply inside.

You feel so incredibly full, panting beneath him, your hands on his waist and your feet on the backs of his thighs; his perfect face is inches from yours, all shallow breaths and decadent, passionate kisses, and when you climax you pull him closer, sigh, unravel completely in his embrace.

Maybe good things do happen after all. You hold each other and talk for a while, after a quick pitstop to the restroom, and then your stomach growls—understandably, since the only thing to fill it since lunch was that stupid cheesecake—and Hotch orders takeout on his phone from bed; god bless technology.

There’s a knock at the door twenty minutes later, and you know that’s quick for your favorite Thai place, but you’re not complaining because you’re officially starving. He offers to grab it, throws on his boxers and heads for the living room; after a few minutes, you wonder what’s taking so long, pull on your robe and go to check on him.

Hotch is talking to Derek, who is standing in your living room with a piece of cheesecake and a shit eating grin.

“I came with a peace offering, but now I think I’ll wait for a, ‘Thank you, Derek,’” he says, and you roll your eyes, stalk over and take the cheesecake out of his hands. You give it to Hotch, lean up to kiss Derek on the cheek, and push him toward the door.

“Thank you, Derek. Go away, Derek,” you say with a smile of your own, and he raises his palms and retreats down the hall, laughing as he goes.

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