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[raymenpin61]

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[gallusrostromegalus]

Mazel the "Husky mix" (the thing the husky was mixed with was a fucking wolf) did love to get herself up to high places so she could watch everything. Never got up on the cabinets or broke a vase though.

Because she'd get up on the roof.

[excelsior9173]

omfg my family

my grandpa has always been an “i’ll do it myself” kind of guy, there’s literally nothing he doesn’t know how to do at this point

he just dropped a few INSANE photos in the family group chat…. just about died using a grinder today because the disk broke and launched the machine at him 🤦‍♀️ shredded his shirt and yet somehow he is miraculously unscathed…

i am going to die of heart failure because of my family dear god

[shatteredsnail]

i like to think that carver gives lani the sunstone and immediately goes oh fuck i need to call a meeting about this they’re gonna be so mad and then he assigns elrend mc babysitting duties and calls it a day

[portraitsofguilt]

── # 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗦𝗧 𝗗𝗔𝗧𝗘 jinx, caitlyn, sevika

content warnings.          18+ MDNI, sfw content, first date, just fluffy set ups ig, not proof read at all

author's note. so yes, i'm back with arcane, seems like it's on a whim but it's really just a warm up for watching the second season (I'm afraid to watching because if it finishes it's over forever) so please enjoy !!!

a first date with JINX is undoubtedly chaotic, thrilling, and unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. she leads you to an abandoned part of zaun, a place she calls her playground. it’s a mix of neon-lit hideouts and industrial ruins, filled with makeshift swings, graffiti-covered walls, and maybe even a distant view of the lanes glowing softly in the smoggy night.

dinner? too boring for jinx. instead, she’s lifted some snacks from the last drop—they seem edible enough, though you’re not entirely sure—and she’s clearly far more excited about testing her experimental gadgets. watching your reactions as one of her inventions sparks and whirs unexpectedly is half the fun for her. she grins with delight every time you flinch, teasing you mercilessly while reassuring you (with questionable sincerity) that it’s probably safe.

after her impromptu "show and tell with dinner," she challenges you to a shooting competition. she hands you a quirky-looking gun she had pieced together herself, its design equal parts fascinating and terrifying. "let’s see what you’ve got," she taunts, her voice dripping with playful rivalry. she’s relentless with her teasing, goading you every time you miss a shot—which, admittedly, is often—but the laughter and energy between you feel strangely genuine. beneath all her chaos and bravado, there’s a surprising amount of charm.

the night takes a quieter turn when she takes you to a swing set she’s rigged up in the middle of the ruins. here, jinx lets her guard down—just a little. she points out the graffiti sprawled across the walls, sharing the small stories behind each piece. it’s clear that beneath her explosive tendencies lies a deep love for creativity and art, even if her version of "art" tends to involve detonations. you catch glimpses of her vulnerability in these moments, and it feels like a rare privilege to see this side of her.

by the end of the date, the inevitable happens: the chaos has drawn the attention of the enforcers. as their searchlights sweep through the ruins, jinx grabs your hand, laughing as she pulls you into a rooftop escape. your heart pounds as you both leap from one building to the next, but for her, it’s all part of the fun. once you’re safely out of sight, she collapses onto the roof, laughing uncontrollably while you try to catch your breath and calm your nerves.

"that was fun!" she says between giggles, her eyes sparkling with genuine delight. then, in a rare moment of sincerity, she adds, "i actually enjoyed myself. that doesn’t happen often."

she hands you one of her gadgets as a parting gift. "here," she says, smirking. "a little souvenir. but don’t press the red button… unless you’re ready for round two."

as unpredictable as the night was, you walk away knowing you’ve just shared something unforgettable. and jinx? she’s already hoping you’ll take her up on the offer for a second date.

the date starts at one of her favorite underground bars in zaun. she shows up a little late—fashionably so, she claims—leaning against the doorway with her usual cool demeanor. but there’s something off tonight. her smirk is a little too forced, her banter just a little too sharp, like she’s trying too hard to play it cool.

she orders drinks for both of you, and as the evening goes on, the cracks in her facade start to show. her metal arm taps nervously against the bar, her laugh comes a beat too late, and when you call her out on it—gently, of course—she grumbles something about "not being used to this kind of thing." her cheeks flush, and she looks away, muttering, "don’t make it weird."

but as the drinks flow and the conversation deepens, sevika starts to relax. she opens up about the bar's history, sharing stories of the fights she’s won and the people she’s met. at one point, she even challenges you to a game of pool. “don’t think i’m gonna go easy on you just ‘cause it’s a date,” she warns, but her grin is less guarded now, more genuine.

you surprise her by holding your own in the game, and she can’t help but laugh when you almost beat her. “almost impressed,” she teases, though the way her eyes linger on you says otherwise.

as the night winds down, the bar grows quieter, and so does she. she leans back in her seat, nursing her drink, and for a moment, she looks vulnerable. “this was... nice,” she admits softly, barely audible over the hum of the jukebox. “i don’t usually do... this.”

before you can respond, she stands abruptly, her tough-girl persona snapping back into place. “come on,” she says, offering you her hand. “let me walk you home. it’s late, and this part of town isn’t safe.”

the walk back is surprisingly quiet, the tension between you mellow and warm now. when you reach your door, sevika hesitates, scratching the back of her neck awkwardly. “so... uh, maybe we can do this again sometime?” she asks, avoiding eye contact.

you smile, and she finally meets your gaze. there’s that nervous energy again, but this time, it’s endearing. with a rare, genuine smile, she adds, “just... don’t expect me to be less awkward.”

as she turns to leave, you call her name, and when she looks back, you kiss her—a bold move that leaves her completely stunned. for a moment, she’s frozen, but then she smirks, her confidence flickering back to life. “careful,” she says, her voice low. “i might get used to this.”

she turns away, her silhouette disappearing into the night, and you’re left standing there, heart racing, wondering if this was just the beginning of something unforgettable.

if you think with the riches CAITLYN has she would be a classic romantic, taking you out to a candlelit dinner for your first date—think again. she’s all about getting to know someone in their natural element. dying to escape the confines of her responsibilities, she’d been craving a chance to let loose and have some fun. so, she took you to the carnival she’d always missed as a child, thanks to absent parents and later, endless paperwork keeping her stuck in the office all night. (don’t worry—next time, she made good on the fancy dinner and candles.)

the day flew by faster than you expected, and you swore it didn’t feel like more than an hour together. you both indulged in fried foods and colorful beverages, laughing at how ridiculous some of the flavors were. the carousel—which caitlyn declared was childish and "not her thing"—ended up being her favorite ride, though she’d never admit it. and when it came to the target shooting games, there was no stopping her. she hit every single mark with precision, winning you so many prizes that the booth operator eventually refused to let you both continue.

the ferris wheel was the perfect end to the evening. as your shared booth reached the top, caitlyn leaned in and kissed you, the bright carnival lights reflecting in her eyes and the city sprawling beneath you.

the whole day was a whirlwind of laughter and carefree fun. by the time the sun began to set, you were both exhausted in the best way. before parting, caitlyn smiled and invited you on a second date, already making plans for what’s next.

[dollyichi]

LOPPED EAR BUNNY . . . nagi seishiro x f ! reader. m—dni. 2.1k words ⋮ unprotected / pulling out / overstim but pretty vanilla / established relationship / not proofread just hit post!

after getting on all the rides you wanted to go on, you and nagi were walking hand in hand across the game booths. it took a little convincing for this date since it wasn’t necessarily both your thing, but you wanted to try something new.

you scanned the area. lots of families and couples on their dates playing the games and trying to win the prizes.

one booth already caught your eye. nagi always has his eyes on you, so he already knew what you wanted the moment you started to take slower steps and when you’ve gotten quiet.

“which one do you want?” nagi asks, looking at the rows of stuff toys in the carnival booth as he brought you both closer. there were a variety of toys, some are figurines, squishy toys, and plushies. hanged on the wall from smaller ones to the bigger ones.

the booth you were in has a simple ball toss game. you think it was probably rigged, knowing how this carnival was just a small one in your neighborhood. you think that the cups were actually glued together and on the table to prevent anyone from getting the big prize. squirting your eyes to see if there was any visible residue of glue.

too bad they underestimated your boyfriend who’d do anything to make that smile on your face bigger. “i think the bunny’s cute.” you point. he looks at it, then back at you.

“looks like you.” he says, “in a cute dress too.” and he immediately leaves your side to get a try.

“how do i win the bunny up there?” nagi says. they look at him with a smile before he goes closer, already feeling intimidated. you don’t blame them though, his head’s almost hitting the roof of the booth. “h-hi sir! that’s one of our big prizes! if you successfully knock down all three towers, we’ll let you claim it!”

he probably thinks it was rigged too.

“m’kay.” taking out his wallet to pay and the person manning the booth gives him three balls, then stands to the side. you stand back knowing nagi’s too strong without even trying too hard.

you counted in your head while he got ready. nagi’s got a tight grip on each one.

one, two, three!

each of nagi’s throws hit the cups with a bang. the booth manager’s eye twitches from the shock, visibly in a panic as he looks at each cup that has fallen on the concrete floor. you clap eagerly hugging him from the side while he claimed the plushie. it’s even bigger up close, the tips of its soft paws reaching your knees.

“thank you thank you! i love you!” he hands it over to you, leaning down with his cheek close to your face. you beamed, kissing his cheek and hugging the bunny close. “let’s get home.” you say with a sheepish smile, intertwining your hands while your arm carries the toy.

nagi smiles watching you and the bunny while its lopped ears bounced as you skipped beside him.

reaching your shared flat you immediately plop down on the bed, cuddling with the bunny he won for you. “hmph.” he says, closing the door. pushing you both to the side to get more space on the bed. “you like that bunny more than me now?” he says wrapping an arm around your waist. his chin is on your shoulder while draping his leg on yours, mimicking the way you were hugging the plushie.

you giggle, turning to him to plant a soft peck on his nose. “nuh-uh! i’m just really happy you got this for me. looked real hot doing it too.”

“yeah?” nagi says, kissing in the blade of your shoulder. “didn’t even try that hard.” he continues to leave kisses on you. moving further up each time. you flutter your eyes close, snuggling between him and the plushie.

you stay like that for a bit, sandwiched in between and you feel like you could fall asleep. the ac was so cold and the night was about to come. nagi peppering you with kisses and you figured he’s also getting sleepy.

well, you’re wrong.

nagi loves you with his whole heart but finds it hard to communicate. to him actions matter the most to let you understand. and so his mouth lingers, teasingly poking the tips of his tongue and licking you. you giggle at your boyfriend feeling ticklish.

you always end up bringing a lot of emotions to his plate that he can’t seem to handle. his love for you is always overflowing that he can’t control, and you always reciprocated perfectly when he showed you how he felt.

the strap of your dress falls down to the side. giving nagi more access to kiss you, more space to leave his marks. you whimper when you feel his hand tracing circles in your inner thigh. inching upwards and pressing on your clothed clit.

“s-sei…” he’s leaving small bites on you causing you to instinctively arch your back.

you look at him, letting go of the bunny to face him. nagi immediately sighs, tilting his head to the side. you’re so pretty to him. the pretty blush you put on is still there, your lashes fluttering that sent butterflies to his stomach. as if his body hand a mind of his own, focused on your lips, kissing you so suddenly with so much care.

it didn’t take long before it got messy. gasping in his mouth while he’s sucking on your bottom lip. his tongue moving against yours and suddenly you’re so weak you eyes flutter. he’s already bunching up your dress, sitting up slightly and you chased his lips. trying to continue the kiss that had strings of spit when he moves his head to kiss your deeper.

moving your hips so you could feel some type of friction from his thumb resting on your panties.

nagi pulls away so he could take off his shirt, wiping the mess on your lips. you didn’t know what he was thinking, grabbing the bunny and having you hug it. “don’t want this bunny covered in spit right?”

you rest your head on the plushie’s soft chest and wait for him.

nagi felt shivers down his spine at the visual alone. he couldn’t help but grin. you with teary eyes, lips puffy with your crumpled dress to top it off. “damn pretty.” he mumbles, moving your skirt up to remove your panties.

you could feel how sticky it was from how slow he removed it. “h-hahh so wet just from that?” he brings your panties closer to his face, and he’s already towering over you. letting you see the damp part on your cotton panties. you scrunch your nose, eyebrows crossed as you grow impatient. “don’t take too long…” you say, trying to reach for him with one hand.

you think it’s cute that nagi’s riled up. it wasn’t always like this but today was particularly a good day. he wanted to spoil you extra today for how cute you were. recalling how excited you were the other to invite him on this date. chirping about how it’d be a nice thing to try every once in a while.

he takes your wrist and places your hand on the back of his neck. he’s so big he’s towering over both you and the plush.

nagi’s lips are on yours again, pushing up the skirt of your dress. feeling his fingers slide along your folds. you gasp out when he starts palming your clit. swift circular motions as his fingers teased your hole. you’re so wet his fingertips are already itching to get in.

they enter swiftly, stretching you out and you’re pulling him closer. you’re gasping against his tongue—you knew you were close. “d-don’t want.” was what you managed to say. nagi’s fingers stills inside you.

“don’t want what?” his voice is so teasing, it only make you whine. but he already knew what you wanted. unbuttoning his jeans and sliding off along his boxers. cock springing out with his pretty pink tip already leaking with pre.

you bite your lip when he lines his cock along your entrance. dragging it along your cunt. “ready baby?”

he slowly enters, even just the tip was sending you over the edge. “hah… fuck…” nagi’s breathing heavily when he feels you clenching on him. “fucking tight.” he mutters.

“wait wait something’s- something’s-“ you’re pushing him away but you didn’t have the strength. “s-sei- i-i can’t! wait!” you’re a stuttering moaning mess the moment he bottoms out.

you’re so wet you could hear your cunt gushing around his cock. and you’re no longer sure what’s going on. nagi coos at you for a moment before moving. not too fast, not too slow. so consistent with his thrusts he’s fucking you through your orgasm so well.

you’re so sensitive it hurt so bad. everything felt hot. squirming and twitching under him when you’re feeling everything too much from your high.

“you love me that much that you came from me putting it in?” he takes your thighs and places them on his waist. fastening the pace. you’re practically squeezing the plushie, burying your face onto it while he fucked you.

you’re whining out his name and he couldn’t pay too much attention on what you’re trying to say. words always broken and cut off by your own moans, so unintelligible but he already knew how much you’re enjoying it from your pussy tightening on him.

you feel him getting harder inside you, twitching against your walls. that’s all because you’re so cute holding onto his gift just for you. taking his cock like such a good girl and repaying him for his ‘hard work.’

“hug her tightly for me baby.”

the room is filled with the sounds of your thighs hitting against each other and creams from the bed. every whine of yours is followed by his grunts. he’s on his knees, wrapping your legs around his waist. fucking you so good you started to reach for him with one of your hands.

he moves down to plant a kiss on your lips. your hand is on the back of neck, putting your foreheads together.

his eyes are on his cock fucking your pussy. with blurry eyes you look to where he was, seeing how you both connect is sending you over the edge again.

“one more for me, cum on me.” your moans build up—pitch getting higher and higher while you bucked your hips.

always so eager to let him fuck you, moves moving like you’re hopping just like a bunny.

you’re still cumming, calling him each time until you finally felt that sweet release. “bit more…” he says, chasing his own high before pulling out. jerking himself off and letting the strings of his cum fall on your tummy.

you lick your lips before clicking your tongue. one of your hands collecting his seed on your tummy before licking it off your finger tips. looking directly at him when you do.

nagi gulps, squinting his eyes with short heavy breaths. trying not to get hard again but he knew he’s already twitching just from seeing that.

got him already thinking of another round but he knew you were so tired from today. ended up deciding that you both needed a nap first.

you both pant, trying to catch your breaths. nagi plops to your side, the bed creaking slightly from the impact.

he wouldn’t rest just yet, “have to clean you up…” reaching for the tissues on the bed side table to wipe you up. making sure you weren’t sticky anymore.

you finally let go of the plush, setting it to the side and snuggled up to your boyfriend. but he stands up to grab the plushie, taking a double look to make sure it was all clean for you, and then places it on your chair. “sorry but i want you to myself now.” he says while puffing his cheeks. you give him a gummy smile, not having the energy to laugh.

he lays back down to cuddle you. and you’re planting kisses all over his face.

you didn’t even realize that you fell asleep. waking up and you’re still wrapped in his arms. he’s sleeping so soundly with only his boxers on. you chuckle when you hear him snoring softly.

you saw he changed your clothes for you to be more comfy. it made your heart skip a beat, melting further into his warmth.

“i love you seishiro.” you whisper, before drifting back to sleep. not knowing he was half-awake, and heard you. giving you a small kiss and bringing you closer. he chuckles to himself when he looks at your face, nose twitching in your sleep.

“like a bunny.”

do not copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost my works

note : i love him so much i want to fuck him while he’s in a rilakkuma hoodie

[amazinglyashy]

Hello! Could I make a request with Sylus where the reader/MC becomes really close with the twins (platonically). They’re always up to shenanigans together but Sylus doesn’t realize how come they are until he finds them in a cuddle pile sleeping ☺️ Maybe he’s irritated at first that the boys are cuddling his woman but I think his heart would warm knowing the people closest to him get along like that

This was so sweet, I loved receiving something for the twins, especially as someone who's so big on physical affection, and especially with my friends <33 Thank you, and I hope you enjoy!!

If it makes you smile-

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Pairings: Sylus x Reader, Luke and Kieran & Reader

Wordcount: 1,031

Sylus was more than aware that the twins could be childish.

More than aware.

And he knew they would oftentimes drag you into their shenanigans- no matter what said shenanigans were. It could be something on a grander scale, such as when you all… pranked, a local, low-ranking crime lord, unbeknownst to Sylus himself until long after the act had been committed. Rigged explosives of confetti and dynamite were what he had heard about, through the grapevine of Elysium. Other times it could be quite innocent, like when he had heard about the time the three of you had gone through his list of trustworthy informants and ding-dong ditched every single one of them, like going through a hitlist with so much less bloodlust.

He had needed to explain himself and his henchmen in order to rebuild so many relationships, and it was no surprise just how many of your little endeavors had left him with inconvenient little annoyances.

But when it was you involved, how could he ever be mad at you?

And that was quite similar to how he was feeling right now, staring down in the living room of the main safe house that he used as a base of operations, fire crackling behind him as it warmed the room from the hearth. Pure velvet couch cushions, silken pillows, and cheap arcade plushies were strewn everywhere like a middle school sleepover pillow fight had taken place in the comforts of his own home, rich designer furniture and décor be damned. There were even some fresh blankets that looked like they had been previously put into a position to create the roofing of a fort, long since torn down in the aftermath of a plush war.

And in the center of it all?

Three people, all draped across each other. Mixed in with all of the blankets, pillows, and plushies that already were scattered around the room- just how many had the three of you collected from around the house…?- Luke and Kieran were out cold, obviously more tired from the mission Sylus had given them the night before than they would have ever admitted to his face. Kieran's head was pressed up against the side of the couch, his chin touching his chest as his arms crossed over it, looking perfectly comfortable despite the severe angle his neck was bent at. His mask was nowhere to be seen, and Sylus wondered if it had been collateral damage in the hard-won battle.

Meanwhile, Luke was across his lap, a hand behind his head as his own mask hung half-off his face, his mouth wide open as he snored. He seemed to be a lot more comfortable than his twin- maybe a bit too comfortable, his other arm was wrapped around you, holding you against him even despite the small amount of drool coming from your mouth that was pooling along his shirt.

That wasn't anything that surprised Sylus, he had known you were tired when you had left for work early in the morning when he had just been heading to bed for a nap, and that was before your already long shift headed into overtime. He'd felt a bit guilty climbing under the warmth of the covers as he heard you rustling around the room and getting dressed, but there wasn't any way he could have helped it. And then he had been too busy to have dinner with you, so he had sent Luke and Kieran home to try and cheer you up, and make sure you had help with anything you may need with how exhausted you would be. He'd been zeroed in on getting his work done in order to come home shortly after them, but even still- it had gone longer than expected, and he was at the end of his rope with the idiots he had been dealing with by the time he was finally done.

He wasn't… expecting this outcome in front of him by the time he got home, per say. But it didn't catch him off guard. He'd long since known how much you loved the twins- they were a connection you'd never had before, and filled the void inside of you that Sylus himself couldn't even fill, being your romantic partner already. They were something familial and familiar, something you had sought after for year after year, and finally found in the two of them. He was happy to see that your day filled with overwork had turned into something fun and sweet, if the plushie causalities were anything to go off of.

Still, he couldn't help the little pang of jealously sneaking into the corners of his heart.

He didn't care for it, he found it unbecoming- especially with how much he knew about your lived experiences and the hardships you had dealt with- that you were still dealing with somehow, despite looking so careless as you did now among old Christmas blankets pulled out of storage for a fort that most children dreamt of, not adults. Not adults that went through so much pain-

At least, that's what most would think. Including himself, ages ago. Back before he had met you. Back when he didn't know that sometimes, growing meant going backward, and enjoying the experiences you missed out on or simply missed. Before he realized how much healing you were working through, fighting your own little battles that he didn't even see.

And while Sylus himself was your prince charming, the twins had taken up the mantle of knights in your story.

They helped you in ways he couldn't- were there for you when Sylus couldn't be- or shouldn't be, and that was okay. It could be a hard pill to swallow, realizing that there were some things he just wasn't equipped to help you with, but it went down so much easier knowing one thing.

The one thing was just how loved you were.

And if the twins could help you with anything you were going through, Sylus could handle seeing a few more destroyed pillow forts. A few more cuddle piles of tired limbs and drool.

Anything, as long as it made you smile.

[san8ny]

thinking about GOLFGIRL! Ellie and MILF! reader lmaooo

You’re at the country club with your good-for-nothing husband, bored out of your mind, not really wanting to converse with the other wives but she just HASSSS to show him up,

He’s out here whining to watch him score, but you’re too busy conversing with the younger woman in an all too intimate manner; who in return, leans over the golf-cart, toned forearms subtly flexing when she reaches out to refill your sparkling water with a stretched out,

“Let me get that ‘forya..”

it’s even more pathetic when you think about how he just keeps losing back to back, threatening to slam the golf-club on the grass by claiming the game is rigged!

She just looks over her polo-clad shoulder with ease, clicking the roof of her tongue along with a shrug,

“Probably a skill issue.”

But he’s even more enraged when he sees her reach over for your phone at the end of the evening, typing a series of something on the screen which can only be her number because why else would she have it? You don’t seem phased either, giving her a small smile.

By the time he’s stomping over to give her a piece of his mind, she’s leaving your section, fluttering her fingers at you in a flirty wave.

Likely won’t be the last time you see Golfgirl! Ellie again..

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——-

“Okay, keiji, pay attention.”

“Why are my keys-“

“Shush.”

Immediately, Keiji closes his mouth, looking at you curiously, blue eyes flicking between you and the three clear cups before him on the table. Under the left cup, are his car keys, trapped under the glass. The small cat keychain you got him smiles back innocently up at him, and he makes a move to open the cup and free the tiny friend from its confines. You gently bat his hand to still his movements, which he does. “Okay. Keep going,” he says patiently.

“Under these three cups, are your car keys,” you begin to explain, and instinctively, keiji’s eyes flick to the cup containing his keys; he says nothing, waiting for you to continue to explain. “I’m going to turn around, and when I do, I want you to mix up the cups a bunch of times. If I can find the cup with your keys under it, we go get a sweet treat.”

Finally, Keiji smiles in realization, chuckling and shaking his head at your antics. “Can’t I just go get you a sweet treat?” He asks.

You shrug, “I wanted to leave it up to the universe.”

He looks back down at the crystal clear cups, “the universe seems to be rigged.”

“The universe will provide for your spouse if it desires.” You press a kiss to his cheek and spin around, “okay! Mix them up.”

Keiji looks down at the cups in front of him, and there’s a though, just a thought, of taking the keys from under the cup and hiding them, but the idea of you pouting has his heart squeezing. Even if you do deserve to be messed with a little.

He grabs the left cup and slides it to the middle, moving the middle to the left. “Okay. Mixed them.”

“You mixed them enough?” You ask. “I didn’t hear a lot of shuffling.”

“You’ll just have to pick a cup and see,” he assures.

You spin back around and hum in thought, mockingly patting your chin as if to truly be thinking about which crystal clear cup his keys are under. Your hand hovers over one of the empty glasses, then the other one, before curiously grabbing the key-glass. You cheer happily and clap, and Keiji chuckles and claps with you.

“How ever did you figure it out?” He asks.

“You have a genius living under your roof,” you sigh dramatically. “You’re welcome. I’ll be sure to use my big brain for good, rather than evil.”

“Sounds good,” he hums. “Go get shoes on, you’ve earned a sweet treat, I suppose.”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice as you barrel down the hallway, leaving him to scrub his face with his hands, looking to the sky in amusement.

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[avocado-writing]

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vague sequel to this

Your bad day has been utterly forgotten. 

It’s not incredibly hard for them to cheer you up, Logan and Wade have learned. You’re so rarely sad that it’s hardly an issue anyway, but all they really need to do is redirect your energy into something else. A distraction to take your mind off of whatever’s gotten under your skin.  

There’s a little carnival that’s set up near the apartment. One of those ones which is constantly on the move, overcharges for everything, and is exactly the kind of place you love. So it was a no-brainer to take you there for the evening. 

Logan bought you a necklace made of hard candies, Wade took you on all the rollercoasters which were definitely not safe but you screamed with joy while riding. You’d insisted all three of you squeezed into a boat through the tunnel of love, and they’d come out the other side with your lipstick all over their faces, you smugly sandwiched between them. 

And through the evening you’ve been fucking jubilant. Your laughter rolls like thunder, but the kind which means a storm is going to clear out the oppressive atmosphere of a muggy day. A sweet, loud kind of laughter which peals from your very soul. Wade and Logan catch each other’s eye as you absolutely decimate a stick of neon blue cotton candy: they’ve done well. 

The three of you are preparing to go home when something catches your eye, slowing you to a stop as you stare. It’s a prize booth - the kind where you have to knock over a tower of tin cans to win. Hanging from the rafters are huge plushies of your favourite animal. 

“C’mon baby, you know these games are rigged,” Logan sighs, aware he’s marching into a losing battle. You lick the sugar off of your fingers and dump the wooden stick into a garbage bin, eyes wide in the fluorescent lights of the bumper cars nearby. 

“Aww… but they’re so cute…” you sigh, looking really disappointed. 

Well, neither of them are ones to let that happen, so Logan and Wade find themselves speaking in unison when they say: “I’ll win you one.”

They exchange a look and you grin. Oh. This has become a challenge, and both are too stubborn to back down. Together they step up to the counter, each slamming five dollars down and making the poor teenager manning the booth jump. 

“Uh, okay, you have two balls and need to knock the whole tower—”

The teen doesn’t even get a chance to finish their explanation before Logan has launched one of the pathetic beanbags at the cans with such force that it crumples a couple of them in half. They’re cleared off completely in one hit. The attendant can only gawp as he smugly points to one of the huge plushies which is dutifully fetched. You let out a little woop of joy as he passes it into your arms, giving Wade a look which says beat that. 

Wade hums, throwing the beanbag up and down in his hand, testing its weight. 

“Okay, well, not all of us are barbarians who need to use brute strength to compensate for our advanced age. It’s all about the finesse, pookie.”

Wade angles his throw so it bounces off the side wall, clearing all of the cans but one. Logan lets out a smug huff. Wade frowns. 

“Hey, look, is that Spiderman doing full-frontal nudity?” he says, pointing into the distance, distracting the teen with one hand while he whips out a knife with the other and skewers the can to the back of the booth. 

“Prize please!” he says when they turn back, turning pale at the sight of what’s been done to their game. They pass him another plushie from the roof with shaking hands, and Wade presents it to you with a flourish. 

“That was cheating,” Logan states as the three of you walk away.

“Uh, I cleared the cans, old man. No cheating about it.”

“You had a second ball to throw,” you point out, and Wade pauses. 

“Do you want the toy or not, sweetcheeks?”

And that is how you find yourself more stuffed animal than human, waddling out of the carnival with a huge smile and arms full of polyester. The whole thing is sort of ridiculous but, honestly, if you’re smiling? Logan and Wade can agree it’s totally worth it. 

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[theplumsoldier]

quiet

summary: out of the whole team, eddie is the only one not quite realizing that you are in fact, flirting him him. he knows he likes you, but doesn't quite seem to be able to fathom that you might actually be feeling the same way about him. this is you confronting him

pairing: eddie diaz x f!reader

word count: 2,9k

warnings: stuttering fool!diaz mwahaa, vulgar language, 18+ MDNI; unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving), friends to lovers, dirty talk, fingering, the mustache, fire station bathroom fucking, interrupted fucking >.<, pet names

In the past, many dumb decisions had been the aftermath of an emotionally fuelled conversation with your friend Buck. It was his pep talk that convinced you to take your first sip at 14, his supportive words that led you to believe you could make the jump from the roof to the tree without a scratch (you broke a leg), it was his smooth-talking charm that helped you get laid and catch an std, and now you marched into the fire station to confront Eddie Diaz about your feelings. You couldn't help but wonder if that was what this was—a dumb ass decision.

Chimney was the first to notice your presence, calling your name in a greeting. He and Eddie were sitting atop the rig, and the infamous puppy eyes shined down on you. They were geared up, and you cursed under your breath, eyes set on Eddie.

They disembarked the truck, and you breathed out. You always knew he was a damn fine man, but the soft-looking hair and pornstache made you want to pounce on him right there.

"Eddie, can we talk?" you asked, wanting to get straight to business before you lost your courage.

"Yeah, what's up?" he smirked, looping his thumbs through the belt hoops and sauntered over to you.

You cocked your head, eyes scanning your surroundings. "Somewhere a little more private perhaps."

The smirk dropped, and his lips parted slightly, oh. "Uh—yeah, sure."

Eddie led the way to the backrooms, though his pace was hesitant as you reached the hallway, unsure where to go. The tension lingering in the air began to seep through Eddie's skin.

You came to a standstill just outside the bathrooms, and you could see the nervousness in his fidgeting demeanor, the weight of "can we talk" finally hitting him like a truck.

Sighing resignedly, you grabbed onto his forearm, and an awkward chuckle left his lips when you pushed him backward into the bathroom. "Wha-what's going on?"

"I need to know if you want to have sex with me," you said curtly and folded your arms, leaning against the sink, waiting for his answer with an impatient trepidation in your foot.

You might as well have punched the air right out of his lungs. Eddie's eyes widened, brows heaving in surprise, then wrinkling into a knot. His lips twitched, parted, and closed again as his brain worked overtime to figure out how to speak. He couldn't tell whether you were accusing him or simply asking a question. You certainly looked annoyed with him as you stared him down, and truthfully, it scared him a tad.

A dumbfounded stutter sounded, "e-excuse me?"

You sighed and threw out your hands animatedly. "Come on, Eddie! Just tell me—I'm beginning to feel pretty damn stupid. I'm not sure if you think our banter is just this silly little thing, but I haven’t exactly been hiding my flirting with you, and I'm beginning to wonder if you just find the very idea repulsive or if you actually literally wouldn't know until I got down on my knees and slapped your cock in my face."

His breath caught in his throat, the image instantly painted onto the inside of his eyelids. Eddie's cheeks burned red in a matter of seconds, eyes flickering to anywhere but you and his body stiffened as he awkwardly stood in the middle of the bathroom. He tried to find words, but he had no resemblance of a coherent sentence, instead uttering a choppy mix of "uh's" and "I's."

You realized you were putting him on the spot, painting a very vivid picture for him to process, but quite frankly, your anxiety was getting the better of you, and you wanted his raw reaction to leave no room for doubt. You were confronting him, and you were not about to leave without some clarity.

The stutter made you regain some of your boldness, and you pushed yourself off of the sink and sauntered closer to him, raising an eyebrow as the proximity forced him to stop averting your gaze.

You raised an eyebrow at him, and his wetted lips parted slightly, looking oh-so-fucking biteable. "So, Eddie, I need you to tell me if you would like to fuck me."

You didn't miss the way his Adam's apple bounced in his throat or the way his jaw tensed under your scrutinizing look. An awkward chuckle came to his defense. "You make it sound so sordid."

You couldn't help the sly smirk pulling on the corner of your mouth, and you tilted your head. "Would you like me to go easy on you then?"

Eddie could hear his pulse thumping in his ears, feel the way his chest tightened as it so often did when he was around you, and see the way your eyes flickered between his eyes and his lips. He felt as if he were in a haze, tipsy on surging emotions, his mind clouded by an uncanny concoction of bewilderment and lust. He stammered, “N-no.”

Of course he was not oblivious to your flirting with him. It was just that he had convinced himself you were playing around, that you were entertaining yourself with him because he did not see himself the way you did. Unbeknownst to Eddie, he had given you the impression that he was feeling the exact way he had been sure you felt with him.

You took his hands and placed them on either side of your hips, gently leading them further down, just enough so that he could feel the flesh of your ass. His chest heaved as he felt how you wanted his hands on you, and for a moment, he felt as if his knees might give out under him.

"Now tell me," you ordered, ghosting your lips over his, needing to pace yourself not to bite out and latch onto him. "Do you want to fuck me, Eddie?"

"Ye-yes," he breathed, doe-eyes transfixed on your tempting lips, brows furrowed as if in pain, the palms of his hands squeezing your hips ever so slightly.

You smirked in triumph, then slipped out of his careful embrace, turned on your heel, and moved to the door. Eddie stuttered, hurriedly tailing you like a cartoon character floating toward a delicious smell, perplexed as he thought you might leave him.

He did not have much time to process what happened as you switched the lock on the door and pivoted back to him, forcibly pulling him into you, bracketing him between yourself and the door when you finally connected your lips to his.

His lips were softer than they looked, the contrast of the rougher sensation of his mustache making you moan into his mouth, nibbling on the plush skin of his bottom lip.

You felt a weight lift from your shoulders when Eddie's tongue swept over your lip, seeking entrance to something he only now realized he could have had long ago. The realization made him hold you possessively. You might have him pushed flush against the door, but he took charge and made sure you couldn't leave.

His demanding desire for you made the heat in your stomach spread as the kiss deepened, losing yourselves in one another. One hand steadying yourself against his taut chest and another tugging at his brown locks seemed to melt him right into you. Your hips ground against his on their own accord, and you eagerly pulled at his jacket when you felt the swell of him push back against you.

Eddie was suddenly in a hurry to remove the layers, desperate to feel more of your warmth. You kissed your way down his neck as more skin was revealed, fingers deftly working on the buttons of his uniform while he shimmied off the jacket.

Eddie damn near whimpered your name, his head just about reeling, unsure whether this was reality or another fever dream. You didn't detach your hungry mouth from his throat, only moving to his pulse point, hoping to find another soft spot that might make him repeat your name.

He moaned your name again as you sucked down on the sensitive skin, his hand coming up and clutching a tight fist of your hair. "The... the team is—" he stammered, breathing heavily but was cut off as you elicited another ragged moan from him.

You huffed against his jaw, cradling his cheek to make him look into your eyes for a second. "They know, Eddie," you chuckled, shaking your head. "You are literally the only one who didn't. I'm pretty sure Chim knew exactly what my plan was dragging you away." You continued kissing down his neck, sucking on the newly exposed skin just below his collarbone.

Eddie inhaled sharply, relishing the way you invaded all of his senses. The way your mouth claimed his skin, how you practically radiated unfiltered need, the feeling of your hips seeking friction from his hardening—

"I'm still on duty. If the alarm—" he uttered haltingly, practicalities penetrated the atmosphere you created.

You rolled your eyes, ghosting your puffy lips over his plush ones. "If the alarm goes off, I'll let you off the hook. But until then," you trailed off, loosening his belt. The rustling of the metal clasp and the scraping sound of the zipper snapped something in him.

Before you got the chance to do more than undo the zipper, Eddie clashed his lips back against yours with renewed vigor. He spun you around so that you were pinned against the door instead of him, hungrily licking into your mouth as his palms eagerly learned every dip and curve of your figure.

His hands settled just under your ass and with a little tap, you happily swung your legs around his waist, moaning into his mouth as you felt his bulge exactly where you wanted.

A low grumble sounded from his throat as you tried to grind down on him, craving more of that sweet friction. Eddie hastily moved you to the sink, perching you right on the edge for him to press firmly between your legs. "Can't tell you how often I've thought of having you like this."

You grinned against his lips, hands roaming the hard planes of his chest. "On the sink in the fire station bathroom? Mm—knew you were romantic."

Eddie snorted, shaking his head slightly into the crook of your neck. He ground his hips against yours again, placing open-mouthed kisses down to your breasts, pulling needily at the fabric of your shirt. "Just last night, 'n the day before that. Fuck, when we were at Buck's the other day—couldn't stop myself from fuckin' into my hand the minute I got in the car."

A breathy moan escaped you at the thought of him jerking off as if his life depended on it, and you threaded your fingers through his hair as he lowered himself to his knees. Eddie's calloused hands palmed your thighs, squeezing the flesh as he hitched your skirt higher.

You shuddered at the feeling of his hot breath against your exposed skin, involuntarily bucking forward when his thumb hooked the inner seam of your panty line.

"Joder," Eddie cursed, tongue darting out to wet his lips. His eyes flickered to yours for a beat, silent worship and desire mixed in the brown orbs, and you swore you could come undone from that longing gaze alone. "So fucking pretty for me."

For Eddie. Always for Eddie.

He trailed kisses up your thigh, his mustache tickling the delicate skin making you writhe, but his hands held you firmly, teasingly nuzzling his nose closer to your dripping sex.

In a swift move, he hooked his fingers through the material and tucked your panties to the side, not sparing a second before diving in. Licking the wet juice from your core, he seemed like a starved man, and although you wanted nothing more than to feel him fill you up, you couldn't find it in you to stop him. Not when he got on his knees to eat you out instead of just taking you right there on the sink, not when he moaned into your cunt like this was giving him great release.

"Eddie," you whimpered, letting your head fall back as the pleasure of his tongue consumed you.

He licked a long flat stripe through your folds, gathering your juices as his thumb went to circle your clit. You gasped at the pressure of his rough pad against the bundle of nerves, moaning, clenching around the tip of his greedy tongue.

Your hands clutched at his hair, knees already buckling under your weight from the pleasure coursing your veins, orgasm coming in hot. Ceasing his steady torture to your clit, you whined and opened your eyes to look down when he suddenly slipped two long and thick digits into your cunt, feeling the way you squeezed around him so deliciously as he attached his lips to your clit instead.

Easily gliding into your sex, Eddie was quick to set a consistent pace, pumping his fingers into you slowly but determinately. You muffled your moans and pleas with your hand, but the effort seemed ludicrous as the wet squelches from your dripping cunt echoed off the walls.

"F-fuck, Eddie," you cried, hands gripping the sink for support, knuckles turning white as you writhed against him. "Please—please, Eddie!"

It didn't take long for him to push you over the edge, a combination of sucking harshly on your clit and relentlessly plunging his digits into you and that fucking gaze. You clamped down on his fingers and came hard, chanting his name like a prayer.

While regaining your breath, Eddie stood back up while you came down from your high. His wet lips clashed against yours in a hungry kiss, swiping his tongue into your mouth, and you moaned at the taste of your own release.

"Eds—" you panted as he pressed his clothed groin against you, desperate to feel the bare thickness of his length inside you.

"Tastes so damn sweet, cariño," Eddie muttered against you, his teeth pulling at your bottom lip. You whimpered pathetically, capturing his lips again, the taste intoxicating, as you reached down to free his cock. He chuckled, your heart melting as the feeling of the rumble in his chest. "Easy, easy now. Good things come to those who wait, sweetheart."

You had to roll your eyes at the attitude. "That's only half of the saying—"

His grumble testified to his not appreciating your talking back, but when he swirled you around and bent you over the sink, you saw his hard-set expression through the mirror and knew he didn't mind one bit.

Eddie eating you out had made you forget just how easy you had made it for him to free his cock, so when he sheathed himself to the hilt in your dripping cunt, a loud moan caught in your throat.

"Fuckin' hell, muñeca," Eddie moaned, feeling how nicely you stretched around him. "Feels so good wrapped around me, baby."

He preserved the moment for a bit, one hand keeping a firm grip on your waist and another sliding up your back in a soothing motion. You had dropped your head at the initial stretch, needing a second to accompany his thick girth, but the gentle rub of his hand made you look back into the mirror.

Your glossy eyes, furrowed brows, and flushed expression made Eddie twitch inside you. He flashed a lopsided grin, his hand coming to rest on the side of your neck, squeezing ever so slightly as he slowly pulled back out.

A shaky breath left you, your walls tightening around him on his way out, eyes fluttering shut when he filled you back up. "E-Eddie—"

"I know, baby, I know," he shushed, using his purchase to pull you back so that you were flush against his chest, hand gliding up your throat, resting against your cheek. He strained your neck just enough to lock his eyes with yours, his breath hot against your jaw. "Ya doing so good for me, yeah. Yeah—" he whispered ragged praises and peppered sweet kisses to your skin, keeping you close as he eased into you, bottoming out. "But you need to be quiet for me, hm—can you do that, baby? You gonna be good for me while I take you?"

Eddie's mind suddenly switched to panic mode at his mention of the forbidden word at the firehouse.

Nothing can ever be quiet in the firehouse.

The world stilled for him for a second, feeling your desperate cunt pulsing around him, for him, when the siren went off.

Your eyes widened and he cursed himself.

“No, no, no, Eddie—” You shook your head vigorously and pushed yourself further back on him.

He looked as if in pain when he pulled his weeping cock out, already forcing it back into hiding. He turned you around to face him, wanting nothing more than to replace the pouty face with one of ecstasy again. He kissed you passionately and swept his fingers through your folds, collecting your juices while making you moan into his mouth. “M'so sorry, sweetheart, I'll have to make it up to you later.”

He skipped over to the door, grabbing his jacket off of the floor before yanking the door open, sticking the fingers with your arousal in his mouth, leaving you with a wink and crying cunt.

Buck was jumping onto the engine, pulling the door shut behind Eddie.

"Looking a bit flustered there, Diaz,” Buck teased and Eddie gave him a glare of warning. 

He swallowed hard and shifted as he sat down, cock throbbing in his turnout.

He was not about to tell the crew he was the reason for their shift about to become a hellish one.