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demonpiratehuntress · 1 year ago

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recently read your baby!name x op characters and i was thinking what abt name x baby!op characters-

they somehow turned into babies for 24 hrs (like in your fic)

just randomly thought of this while scrolling thru baby op characters on pinterest lmao

anyways have a great day/ night~~

love this idea!! I just wanted to do baby (name) first since i've seen a few baby OP characters but im more than happy to do it!

i finally got my laptop back, but im actually so upset it took so long to be fixed, and that i couldn't get all your requests out sooner! im so sorry this took ages, and to everyone else who requested before i closed requests - yours will be out soon enough! once again, so so sorry everyone :(

taglist - @kabloswrld

baby OP Men! (Straw Hats, Law, Ace, Kaku)

featuring - Zoro x F!Reader, Ace x F!Reader, Law x F!Reader, Usopp x F!Reader, Luffy x F!Reader, Kaku x F!Reader, Sanji x F!Reader

summary - the OP men get turned into babies for 24 hours and naturally, you're the babysitter.

warnings - none except that i haven't watched far enough to know what Law and Ace were like as kids so them and Kaku will just be wild guesses. and there is no longer yellow font so i will just be making Law's colour blue.

ZORO

Waking up to the sounds of things breaking and crashing against other things wasn't uncommon on the Sunny. It has been something you'd all become accustomed to on the Merry, which just carried over to the Sunny. More often than not, the source was Zoro and Sanji, so you just rolled over and went back to bed.

Until the cry of an infant woke you right back up.

You looked down at yourself, sighing in relief when you realised it wasn't you this time. However, if not you then who?

You got your answer when you walked into the kitchen and spotted a green-haired baby fussing and throwing pots at a scowling blonde cook.

"Devil child!" Sanji yelled, earning him another pot to the face.

You laughed at the sight, and both of them turned to look at you. Sanji breathed a sigh of relief, while baby Zoro crawled across the countertop to get to you.

"What happened to him?" You asked the cook as you lifted the moody infant up into your arms, where he relaxed and cooed happily.

"That idiot got too cocky and tried to take on a devil fruit user without knowing what the devil fruit actually was," Sanji explained, throwing another hateful glare at the baby swordsman in your arms. "Now he's stuck like this for a whole day."

You volunteered to care for him, something that no one else seemed willing or able to do. You supposed it was fitting, since Zoro threw a tantrum every time he was with someone who wasn't you. It was funny really, how he would scream and throw things when you set him down or handed him to someone else and then immediately fall silent when you picked him up again. Zoro was not a clingy adult, but he was certainly a very clingy baby.

But you didn't mind.

He was calmest when you sat and watched the ocean with him perched on your lap, bouncing a little on your thighs as he tried to see over the railing. You laughed and lifted him up, setting the green-haired infant on your shoulders.

"That better, baby?"

He cooed and clapped his tiny hands, indicating he was much more satisfied now. Then his fingers found your hair, and be busied himself pulling and playing with it as you chuckled and let him be. His attention span was short, but even shorter now that he was barely a year old.

"Not too hard now," you reminded him, laughing when he just pulled harder. "Even as a baby you're a bully." That only earned you a whine and a harder tug on your strands, but you only laughed more because it didn't really hurt.

He ended up falling asleep on your chest that night, small hand fisting your shirt. You were humming and singing softly to get him to sleep, so it was a bit of a relief when you saw his eyes closed.

In the morning, he hovered over you with a teasing smirk on his face.

"So I'm a bully huh?"

ACE

After your encounter with the de-aging devil fruit user, you would think Ace would have been more inclined to avoiding him. But no, your boyfriend was super confident that he could take this guy on and not get hit with the de-aging beam, which is why you were now back on the Moby Dick with a very pouty infant Ace on your lap. He only wore a diaper, and had thrown a tantrum when you tried to put something else on. The crew was laughing and teasing him, which only made him poutier.

And also shoot little balls of fire at their shoes. He looked at you innocently, but you knew he did it on purpose.

Ace is just as naughty as you would think he'd be as a baby. If you lose sight of him for one second, he's gone and you're running around panicking and trying to find this troublemaker, which is much harder now that he's so small. You end up finding him under a table or crawling towards any set of stairs on the ship. And he'll giggle and smile innocently, instantly earning your forgiveness.

"You're a handful, you know that?" You huff as you pick him up right before he tumbles down some steps. "Stop trying to hurt yourself!"

Ace just cooed and reached for your face, patting your cheek affectionately before nuzzling his face against it. He becomes so clingy when you try to do work while babysitting him, always pulling your hair or squeezing your nose hard when you paid more attention to a chore than him.

"Ace! I'm trying to work, I'll play with you just now."

Ace babbles nonsense and starts to cry, making you sigh as you turn your attention back to him. Then he immediately stops crying and is happily giving you sloppy kisses all over your face, his mood changing in that split second.

You don't get any work done.

Ace also has a tendency to disappear when you set him down for one second, only to reappear by a screaming crewmate who's trying to put out a fire on their pants. The little 2nd division commander would howl with laughter and fall onto his back, before pouting when he realises he can't get up and then cries for you. Little Ace is a menace.

"You need to go sleep!" You sighed in exasperation as you rocked Ace back and forth gently, later that evening in your room. "Please?"

Ace just giggled and sucked in his tiny fingers, a very blatant 'no'. You sighed and sat on the bed, setting him on your lap. Trying to bounce him didn't work because he just got excited and more energetic. Then you finally remembered the one time he never fails to sleep, and you were almost mad at him for making you so tired and worn out that you'd forgotten.

You got him the softest food you can find in the kitchen, and watch in amusement as he falls face-first onto the bed next to the bowl. You quickly turn him over, laughing softly as you tucked him in.

LAW

Law doesn't make mistakes often, but when he does they have extreme consequences. Like now, when you'd warned him about something but he overlooked it, claiming it wasn't important. Which ended up with him sitting on your lap, looking at you with big, innocent eyes - an infant.

You weren't sure what to do with this tiny version of your pale boyfriend. So for a while you just sat there and kind of...stared at each other. He was looking into your soul - you were sure of it, because no baby has a look that intense.

"So..." You started, "What do you want to do?"

Blank stare. That's all you got. Law was not so different as a baby, he was extremely quiet and reserved, he didn't move much and he just stared. It was almost like talking to a baby doll.

"Right, um...are you hungry?" You tried again.

He blinked. Then he crawled off your lap, attempting to jump off the bed but being caught by you since he would very obviously hurt himself. He tried to glare, but he was so small and cute it became a very adorable pout.

"You're tiny remember!" You groaned. "I know you don't like asking for help but come on, you're going to hurt yourself."

He rolled his eyes.

"HEY!"

Then he giggled, something you didn't expect. Your jaw dropped, eyes going wide as he flat out giggled at your response to his little display of attitude. He was so cute giggling that you didn't want him to stop, but once he realised you were grinning at him he immediately went quiet and pouted again.

"You're impossible."

Another giggle, and you side-eyed him. He only giggled more before pointing to the bookshelf in his room. You sighed and took him over to it, letting him reach for whatever book he seemingly wanted you to read to him. Of course, it was a medical book.

You laid him against your chest as you leaned back against the headboard, opening the book and going to its contents section to decide which section to read to him. But he grew impatient, and reached out to grab a tiny fistful of pages and turn them over.

"Alright then."

As you began to read, Law listened intently and focused on the picutres, his eyes wide with interest. You smiled softly at the sight, marvelling at how cute he was when he was curious at this size. But he was still a baby, so after a few minutes of reading his eyes started to droop and he turned his body a little so he could grasp your shirt in his small fist. And then he was out, and you smiled and kisses the top of his head as you set the book aside and cuddled him.

Baby Law was so sweet and cute, even if his attitude was just like adult Law's.

KAKU

"And what have we learned?"

Of course, you couldn't expect a response from the man you were asking that question. That would be because he was now less than a year old, laying flat on his back across your legs and gazing up at you with big, innocent eyes. He just cooed softly and kicked his small legs lazily, reaching for you.

You sighed. The idiot had gone head-first into a fight he didn't properly think through. It was his most reckless move yet, and now he was paying the price as a baby. Simply because Jabra had pissed him off.

Kaku was a relatively calm and quiet baby. He didn't fuss much, and he wasn't too noisy. Adorably, he was also a shy and easily flustered little infant. But one thing he did want was your attention, and he wanted it the whole day.

So you carried him around the whole day, much like he'd done when you'd been babified. You rarely left him alone, and if you did it was only for bathroom breaks or like five seconds. You were afraid of leaving him around alone, because the other CP9 members could be mean and careless and some of them would definitely be rough with and bully him.

You had to admit, his little long nose was the cutest thing ever, apart from when he accidentally bumped it against you and then giggled. He was so sweet, rubbing the spot he bumped with his small hand and then giving you a sloppy kiss.

Baby Kaku is also very playful. Once he gets comfortable in his state. He tries to make funny noises with his long nose and then erupts into the cutest baby laughter right after. He will also curiously pull on his nose, only to have it wobble like a springboard when he's done, causing more giggles.

"Come onnnnn it'll be good!"

Unfortunately, he was very fussy with his food. You were trying to feed him some mashed potatoes, because that was the only appropriate thing you could find, but he just stared at you like 'really?' and kept his little mouth closed. After that, you were forced to go out and buy baby food.

Like Law, baby Kaku wants to be read to. But he won't be satisfied with the usual infant storytime books, because even as a baby he is much smarter than that. He prefers something historical, which may be boring for you but absolutely thrills him. He gets excited and bounces on your lap, tapping the book with his small hands while you're struggling to keep your eyes open.

When he's finally ready to sleep, he tries to fight it because he likes having you baby him like this. But eventually he drifts off when placed on your chest, because you're so warm and comfortable it lulls him into slumber.

When he wakes up an adult, he looks sheepish.

"We learned not to rush into a fight recklessly."

LUFFY

If you thought Luffy was a menace as a teenager, you were really in for it when he got turned into an infant by the same devil fruit user who'd done it to you. Of course, Luffy being Luffy, he forgot about that and charged straight into the fight without even considering your plan. And that's what now led to you having to carry a very fussy, very tiny Monkey D. Luffy back to the Thousand Sunny.

As expected, he is an active infant.

"Luffy no!"

But not only is he baby Luffy, he is baby Luffy with stretchy abilities. As seen now when he giggles loudly and grabs the mast, before propelling himself halfway across the ship. If Robin hadn't been around to catch him using her own devil fruit ability, you're pretty sure you'd be facing a sobbing, snotty-nosed little captain.

You have to chase this baby around the ship to actually change him or do any of the basic baby care things. He is so quick to crawl away when it comes to diaper-changing, but he is even quicker to crawl back with the promise of food, as usual. You cannot take your eyes off him though, because if you do for even one second he's gone and a ship-wide hunt for the naughty infant has to be conducted.

Infant Luffy is VERY good at hide and seek.

"Now where could Luffy be?" You say out loud as you walk around the ship, amused when a little giggle follows your words. "Maybe he's in the kitchen." Another giggle. "Or maybe he's right...here!"

And when you uncover his hiding spot and grab him, he squeals and tries to wriggle out of yours arms. But ultimately starts giggling and laughing uncontrollably as you tickle his little sides and smother his tiny face in kisses. He loves having all your attention on him, and will not hesitate to trip someone from the ground or reach around you to pull on their hair if they take your attention away from him for even a second. Baby Luffy is a lot clingier than grown up Luffy.

But if you sit him down in the aquarium or in the crow's nest and let him watch the fish or the water while you tell him stories about Shanks that he's told you before, he'll calm down a little bit and relax. His eyes will go big and he'll stare at you in awe as you tell him all of these stories, even if he doesn't really understand. And when you make big gestures to try and show him, he cutely tries to mimic you and make those same gestures with his little arms. Which always has you cooing at him and him giggling at how cute you found it.

He was so hyper that you almost couldn't put him to sleep, and you didn't think he would ever fall asleep. But after a while of you - once again - chasing him around the ship, you finally caught him and managed (somehow) to rock him to sleep.

When he woke up a grown boy, there really wasn't much difference in his behaviour, even after you told him about his infant self.

SANJI

Honestly you don't even know how it happened. One minute you're engaging the enemy, the next your old friend with the de-aging devil fruit appears and this time targets your boyfriend. Which is why now you're sitting in the kitchen with a pouty baby cook on the table, the two of you just staring at each other.

When he realises he can't cook like this, the poor blonde bursts into tears, looking so upset it breaks your heart. You quickly pull him into your arms and cradle him, and he slowly calms down and looks up at you with his big, round eyes.

"There we go," you smiled at him, kissing his little cheek. "It's okay."

If you think Sanji is clingy as a grown up, his clinginess soars to new heights as a baby. He will absolutely not let go of you if you're holding him, not for any reason other than you needing the bathroom. He wants your attention on him for the full 24 hours, which of course is nothing new but still makes you laugh every time he gets pouty when you're not looking at him.

He's also a very sly baby. He uses his cuteness to his advantage to get Zoro in trouble, because every time he cries and points to Zoro, you glare at the swordsman or chuck something at him, much to Sanji's amusement.

"You're ugly and annoying even as a baby!" You heard Zoro shouting when you'd left them alone for one second to fetch some food for Sanji. "Stop looking at me like that!"

"ZORO!" You chided as you walked back into the room, coincidentally as soon as Sanji decided to start bawling to exaggerate the situation. He pointed at the green-haired swordsman as he cried, making you sigh and smack him upside his head. This caused Sanji to stop crying and giggle, earning a glare from Zoro.

"Why, you-!"

"Zoro, he's just a baby," you sighed, "He's going to annoy you."

"He annoys me regardless," the swordsman huffed, walking away. "Just keep that little demon away from me."

Sanji stuck his tiny tongue out at the bulky man's figure as he retreated, making you laugh and scoop the cook up into your arms. He immediately relaxed and cooed happily, playing with your shirt as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.

Sanji is a fussy eater, which you kind of figured. He doesn't settle for just any soft food, he specifically likes pureed apple. So every time you have to feed him, you have to either feed him some you got from an island you had to stop at when you first found out about his preference, or you have to puree the apples yourself.

Changing Sanji's diaper is also easy, because he's very calm and he lets you do it without much fuss. You have no issues putting him to sleep, either, because once you've changed him for the last time at night, he's out like a light. And you smile and bring him to your bed to sleep, laying him in between your pillows.

When he wakes up, he's back to being a smug little mf because he woke up in your bed.

USOPP

Honestly you didn't even know what had happened while you had stayed on the ship to keep watch. The others all returned looking weary but otherwise okay, so you just assumed Usopp was too, and you didn't think to ask why Brook and Sanji looked so suspicious, passing something between them behind their backs. That is, of course, until you heard the unmistakable sound of an infant crying.

"What was that?" You looked at them, raising an eyebrow.

"What was what?" Sanji asked, laughing nervously.

The infant cried again, and you stalked over and pushed them aside to reveal your boyfriend...only smaller. Baby Usopp stared up at you with wide, terrified eyes, tears streaming down his adorably chubby cheeks.

"What the-How did this happen??"

You looked up, but everyone avoided your gaze and made excuses to leave. So you just sighed and picked the baby up, wiping his tears away and gently rocking him to calm him down. He did eventually, but the terror never left his eyes as he got hold of your shirt collar and never let go.

"Hey, hey," you cooed softly. "It's okay, I'm here."

When he calmed down, you realised he had been so scared that he'd messed himself, so you changed him. Poor Usopp was already so nervous and frightened as a grown up, that as a baby he was almost always shaking. But you put him at ease, and whenever he was in your arms he was calm, relaxed and very playful. He liked your hair, liked to play with it and also, apparently, eat it.

"Usopp no!" You laughed as you once again had to pull your hair out of his tiny mouth. His bottom lip trembled, and you quickly amended it by kissing his cheeks and giving him something else to play with.

He liked to tinker even as a baby. You gave him the safest things he could play with, and he would try to arrange it in a certain way that wasn't just a jumbled mess. You were very impressed when he managed to stack all the gold coins you'd given him to play with - under Nami's strict supervision, of course.

However, he was naughty when it came to being fed. It wasn't that he was a fussy eater, he just liked to play with his food. And he had incredible aim, so every bunch of food he threw landed on its intended target. Which was you. Sanji had tried to feed him, but the stress of wasted food got to him and you had to replace him before he yelled at poor baby Usopp.

Putting him to sleep is relatively easier than putting anyone else on this list to sleep. As soon as you noticed his eyes drooping while you told him a story - one of his own made-up adventures - you picked him up and placed him on his bed, and he was out.

When he woke up in the morning, all grown up, he groaned.

"That was the scariest experience of my life."

A/N: I'm so sorry if this seems rushed or isn't as good as you expected, it's been a busy few weeks and i'm so mentally exhausted but i really wanted to get this out for you! Again, requests that were in my inbox before i closed them will be posted as soon as possible! Please just be patient with me, 2024 is turning out to be a weird year for me.

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s0phslibrary · 15 days ago

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Thinking about domestic mornings with Xaden 🥲

content tidbits: GN reader, reader is also a rider, possible spoilers for IF/OS but very little, domestic fluff, reader and xaden are engaged :) and bonded, so are their dragons (let's imagine triple bonds were possible in this, so yours two dragons bonded romantically, and they bonded platonically with Tarin because we still love he and violet here), xaden teasing, xaden being so painfully in love, they go for a fly, non sexual intimacy, there's not as much war in this because i'm saving angst for later fics, stereotypical use of 'his onyx eyes' 💀

Word count: 606

A/N i would like to preface im still reading FW, but i've a. heard far too many spoilers and b. am HEAVILY hyperfixated so cut me slack :)

waking up to each other, no threat of battle or war to set the tone for the day, only the comfort of one another. Slowly getting out of bed after staying there for longer than anticipated, then heading to the kitchen (let’s say you have a house of your own at this point in time or for whatever reason, or riorson house if you like), and you start making breakfast. He comes up behind you, chin on your shoulder, warm hands trailing the skin under your shirt; trailing every scar, every stretch mark, every dimple, up to the relic that sat proud on your skin. He stayed like that the whole time, not moving away. Why would he retreat from his home in the first place? He places soft kisses along your neck and head, silently showing his devotion to you. The smell of frying breakfast and coffee exacerbated the warmth.

You ate outside in the garden, damp grass and warm sun settling in the air. You made small talk, but nothing boring. The occasional smart comment from him, and even more witty retort from you. Even after all this time, you kept each other on your toes. You sat outside for a while longer, enjoying the at last calm atmosphere. You didn’t miss the way Xaden looked at you- knees to your chest, head against them as you looked around the large space. Hair lightly whipping your face, sun reflecting your eyes. He was looking at you like you were a child of the gods. To him, you may as well have just been one.

After going back inside, you make the decision to put on your flight leathers, and call your dragons. They arrive shortly after, and you gather your things and take off. Your dragons fly side by side, the clouds trickling their scales. You land on a near cliff, and settle together. They sit intertwined, as do you both. Your back against his chest, and his hands in yours. Begrudging as he is with anyone else, with you, he let you feel every inch of him, like you were a sculpture, he the clay.

You flipped through the pages of your book, and eventually, he sighs, taking it from you wordlessly, dog earring the page, and looking at you.

"What?" You ask.

He doesn't respond, instead placing a soft kiss to your lips.

"What was that for?" "Do I need a reason?" He asks, arching a dark eyebrow, his onyx eyes shining with a mix of amusment and sunlight.

You chuckle, shaking your head, and he pulls you backwards, so you still lay back against his front, but now laid out on the ground together. You roll over, inching so your chin is just near his. You gaze at him, watching the flecks of gold in his iris catch the daylight. You wouldn’t want those eyes any other way.

"So, we still giving Violet and Tarin a visit later today? Think our ones are starting to get a bit moody without him. And you without her."

You snort, but nod. "Shut up, I'm allowed to miss her. But yeah, we are. Though we might be a little late. I'm comfy." You hear your dragon let out an annoyed huff, which makes Xaden laugh.

"Fine with me, but maybe not with them." He grins.

Sgayel rolls her eyes, which you both giggle at.

"I think they'll manage. Barely."

He nods, and pulls you close. You look up at the sky, the clouds dancing above you. But yet again, he only looks at you. You, even in this vast space, next to beasts with such ferocity and majesty, nothing would ever compare to you in his mind. You were bound by more than dragons. You were bound by soul.

#fourth wing #iron flame #onyx storm #the empyrean #the empyrean series #xaden riorson x reader #xaden riorson #violet sorrengail #violet sorrengail x reader #fourth wing xaden #xaden and sgaeyl #fourth wing x reader

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shadesofsturniolo · 11 months ago

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sleepover at the sturniolos

* it’s 3am and you can’t sleep, so you go into chris’s room to see if he’s awake, you were having a sleepover with nick . chris was sleeping but you accidentally woke him up while opening the door.

* warning * > smut, inappropriate language, r18+

* not proof read & unfinished so might a part 2 :) *

“hm?” he mumbles as his eyes are still half closed

“hi, sorry. i thought u might’ve already been awake” i say quietly so i don’t wake him up fully so he can go back to bed

“ y/n?, what u want?..” he mumbles half annoyed for waking him up”

“oh i just couldn’t sleep and i wanted to see if u were awake but i’ll go” as i walk away a bit embarrassed since ive always had a lil crush on chris but he sounded like he didn’t want me in his room

“where u going? im awake now, come sit down.” he said with a slight yawn as he rubs his eyes

a let out a little chuckle “you know, you’ve always looked cute when you do that”

“hey .. im tryin to be annoyed at you right now” he says looking at you with a sleepy glare

“you’re funny” i say sarcastically as i hit his arm playfully

"yeah yeah whatever ... you still didn't tell me what you wanted to wake me up at 3am for.?" he said with a huff as he sat up

“oh um.. i just wanted to talk to you, thats all” i say nervously as my cheeks start to red up

"couldn't even wait for the morning to do it?" he said with a yawn as he stretched out his arms

i catch myself staring at his arms while he stretched them

“hey? y/n? im up here?” chris said confused

“oh yeah, sorry.. um what were you saying?” i said while getting caught off guard

“were u just checking me out?” chris asked as he started to grin

“no what? what are you talking about?” as i look all around the room not even being able to make eye contact with him

“its okay if u were, i get it all the time” chris said all confidentiality

i roll my eyes and i still deny it even tho i definitely was, i mean look at him. hes beautiful.

chris keeps eyeing me with his bright blue eyes as all im wearing is a lacy white bralette and white matching shorts that barely cover anything

chris then asks “are u cold? come move here instead of sitting at the end of the bed”

i look at him and smile as a make my way up on his bed, crawling on my hands and knees as i go to sit down my ass gently brushes again his leg as he put his hands on my waist to make sure im comfortable

“warmer yeah? under the blanket. i don’t even know how you’re only wearing that” chris says as hes still eyeing up and down you’re body and face

i still can’t make eye contact with him. i let out a giggle “yeah its warmer now”

“hey, y/n. look at me for a second” chris says gently

i go to look up at him

he gently moves the hair that was in my face and tucks it behind my ear and he moves his hand down to caress my face

“you’re a beautiful girl you know, i don’t think ive ever told you that” chris says

my face goes all red “really” i say all nervously

“of course y/n, why would i lie?” chris says with a grin on his face

as i lean in closer i say “you know i’ve always liked yo-“

he cuts you off by putting his thumb on ur lip while speaking

“i know y/n. why else would you have come into my room? im smarter than you think” chris says

chris leans into me to kiss me

i pull back quickly “are u sure? we can’t tell anyone about this?” i say nervously cause i don’t want my bestfriend to know that im about to get with his brother.

“duh, i know that, you think I ^want^ the guys to find out and endlessly tease us for it?” he says as he goes to lean back in

“chris wait, what are we gonna do if they find out? i don’t want everyone to hate me”

“y/n, no one could ever hate you but i will beat their asses, and then they’ll likely tease us relentlessly and make kissy face and other hand gestures for the next 5 years” chris says jokingly

i laugh a little a bit but i look up at him again as he’s staring into my eyes “just shutup and kiss me already then” i say quietly

he rolled his eyes and chuckled “you’re so demanding..” he mumbled as he leaned down and kissed you gently

as we start to makeout he grabs my face with one hand and the other hand places on my waist to pull me up onto his lap.

i pull away for a second to make sure that we arent rushing this “are we going to fast with this?”

he stopped and looked at you, a look of concern on his face at your concern “i- i don’t know… are we? i just don’t want you to feel pressured at all..” chris says

“i don’t feel pressured at all, i just want you. i just wanted to make sure you’re okay with this” i say nervously

he smiled at you softly “and I want you too, god you’ve got no idea how long i’ve wanted you but just.. are you sure you want to keep going? i just want to make sure you’re completely comfortable with this” chris says as he looks at you directly into his eyes

“yes i want you to keep going”

chris face lightens up with a grin as he begins to move your underwear to the side and starts to rub against your clit. “y/n, i didn’t know you get this wet”

“its super embarrassing” i say as i look down at him

“no what, its hot” chris says as he begins to kiss your neck gently and rub against your clit again

“fuckk you make me feel so good chris” i say while moaning

he chuckled softly at how wrecked you’re sounding, he continues rubbing his hand over you, his eyes looking over your body as you sit on top of him “and im only just starting” chris says

i start to grind against him as he still has his fingers on my clit and i start to moan his name louder

he smiles and continues rubbing against you, watching lovingly as you continue to moan his name, god he could never tire of how wrecked you sound right now “god, if you keep saying my name like that you’re gonna kill me y/n”

i grab his face to makeout with him aggressively

he groaned as you did, and his hands roamed your body, pulling you closer to him as his tongue explored your mouth, his fingers gently digging into your hips as he pushed his body against yours

i start to kiss his neck, marking my way down to his waist

he groaned and tilted his head to the side to let you kiss his neck, one of his hands moving to rake through your hair, his breathing getting a little heavier as your lips went farther down his body

“let me make you feel good chris, its your turn now” i say seductively while giving him the fuck me eyes and im down near his waist band

he chuckled and nodded his head “be my guest, go for it baby, im not stopping you” chris says sarcastically

i go to pull down his sweats and his underwear as his hard cock whips out i start to stroke it while looking up at him and he has his hands lifting up my hair

he groans as you do, tilting his head back a little before he leans his head back to look down at you, his eyes half lidded as he looks at you with a slight smirk “mm.. you sure you don’t just want me to make you feel good y/n?”

“just stop talking” i say as i place my tongue onto his cock and start to lick it up and down while stroking it

he chuckled again as he did as you told him, though his breath did hitch as you continued to stroke him, his hands gripping at your shoulders to help keep himself upright, his eyes looking over your body as you knelt down in front

i crawl my way back up to him to kiss him gently

he moans against your lips as you kiss him, both of his hands going to your hips, gripping and holding them firmly as he pulls you flush against him* “mm.. you’re going to kill me y/n” chris struggles to say as he can’t keep his lips of you to talk

i pull back and say sarcastically “you’re kidding right? you’re going to kill me christopherrr”

he chuckled as he pulled your hips down onto his waist “is that so “y/n?” chris says as he chuckles to kiss your neck again

i let out a moan saying “fuckk chris”

he chuckled as he heard the moan, and gripped your ass a bit tighter as you did “mm.. god i love when you make that sound” chris says

i go to kiss him and bite his lip while hes craving his tongue into mine

he groaned again as you bit his lip, and he gave your ass a firm squeeze as he pushed his tongue into your mouth, exploring it with his tongue

i pull away “chris..” i say innocently

he hummed against your lips, as he pulled away a bit so he could look up at you, his eyes looking over your face while his hands continued to wander and grope your body “yeah?” he asks

“should we be doing this?” i say

he chuckled a bit, and he smiled at you softly as he caressed your face “are you getting second thoughts?” he asks gently

“no chris, never. but i just don’t want u to see me differently” i say while carving my nails and looking down onto his chest

he stopped for a moment, and cupped your face in his hands, forcing you to look up at him “y/n” why the hell would i see you any differently. you’re one of the best perfect people i’ve ever met before and the nicest and prettiest girl i think i’ve met since moving to la. i don’t want you to ever think that okay?”

are u sure? cause ive always liked you and i just don’t wanna be another hookup for you” i say nervously

he smiled and gently pulled you against his chest, holding you closely as he kissed your forehead gently by “y/n i promise you, you’re definitely more than just another hookup. you’re much, so much better than that. i promise you” chris says as he lifts up his pinky to pinky promise u

i start smiling as i look up at him and look into his eyes

he smiles at you gently, keeping you against his chest as he brings one of his hands up to caress your cheek, his thumb gently tracing your bottom lip “there’s that pretty smile” he says as he leans in to kiss you on the lips gently

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #chris sturniolo smut #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut

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dokifluffs · 2 years ago

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Early Birds | Akaashi Keiji

Pairing: Akaashi X Reader (female)

Genre: Cute high school fluff

Author's Note: I am beyond rusty; forgive me ;-; edit for after writing: IM SO BAD KAJSHD🧎‍♀️

The streets were empty except for the occasional elderly person taking a morning stroll

Your body was warm but the crisp air crept through your jacket and the tights under your skirt

the cold chill woke you up a bit more on your morning commute to school - always early when the sun was just barely peeking over the horizon in the distance

it was peaceful and quiet

it was the only time you could think and be in your own little bubble

home was cozy but too rambunctious with your three younger brothers and your parents scrambling to get them up and to school

so you always left right when the chaos was beginning

and you were always early before most of the student body

winters were always brutal, especially for you

it felt no matter how much you layered on, the coldness still found a way in

the school came into view and grew bigger and bigger as you got closer and closer

snow crunched under your steps

the wind howled, blowing some loose snow from all around the campus into the school entrance as the door closed behind you

you changed your shoes and took off your coats and winter outerwear you wouldn't need in class

but you kept your pocket warmer knowing your hands would probably freeze off without them

school always felt like a whole different world before the rest of the students came in

it made you feel like a ghost roaming or haunting the schools

you slid the door open to your class, a faint warmth greeting you as you stepped in and closed it behind you

it was always warm around the center of the classroom but your seat was right by the window where the cold always crept in, right in the back too

in the springtime, the view was always breathtaking

but the view in winter was... still somewhat warm

the seats in class were sat in pairs and with the luck of the gods, you were sat beside akaashi, your boyfriend

you folded your arms, one hand holding your pocket warmer

your sweater sleeve was fuzzy against your face but comfy

it was either you laid on your arms or the cold wooden table

there was still quite some time before the rest of the school came

this was always your favorite time to take a quick little nap before the school chaos started

You watched the class, your eyes wandering all over the place, seeing all the things you've seen already every morning, but there was always at least one little thing you noticed was new

the classroom slowly began disappearing in your vision until it was completely gone

Akaashi stifled a yawn as he walked down the hall, waking a little too early this morning from having fallen asleep earlier than usual last night

but at least now he could sit in class and read and study ahead for the finals

he slid open the door, letting out yet another yawn, the cool metal on his hand and a warm little gust welcoming him in

He walked in and made his way over to his seat in a few strides

your hair was sprawled out over your desk and a little over his too

"y/n?" he was quiet as he carefully pulled out his seat from beside you, and took his seat

you stirred just a little, pulling your hand closer to your face but stayed asleep

"What's that?" he peeked at your hand, loosely holding onto a pocket warmer

he carefully placed his finger on it but as he suspected, just as he felt it coming from the windows, it was cold

He knew you always had pocket warmers, bringing one on a daily but it was at least warm when class started

you were always cold and shivering yet the teacher never did anything or moved any seats around

Akaashi took off his blazer and draped it around you to keep you warm

he knew you were always pretty timid so it would be rare for you to confront the teacher sternly

you mainly kept to yourself, you weren't the best at speaking but you always seemed comfortable around him and only him in class

you two even slid little notes back and forth every now and then

but it was true

you were so cute to him

you weren't the biggest fan of speaking or asking for help when you needed it but akaashi was nice enough to care and always noticed when you were struggling

he always helped you whenever and wherever you were on schoolwork

over some time, you slowly began to wake up but somehow, you weren't entirely freezing, mostly your legs

"You awake?" Akaashi tilted his head to see your slow blinking eyes, your head lifting up with a subtle confused look on your face

you felt something hanging on you but most importantly

Akaashi was already here - much earlier than normal

"Mmhm.." you rubbed your eyes

you realized the hanging thing on you was his blazer. You began to take it off of you when he stopped you

"you can keep wearing it. I know you're cold."

"Are you sure? Aren't you cold?" you hugged it closer, letting the warmth and subtle smell waft over you

"I'm okay, you need it more than I do." He patted your head but not messing up your hair

he knew you came early but was it really this early?

"Do you always come so early?"

"mhm," you nuzzled into his hand more. "I like how quiet it is.."

You rest your head back down, now wearing your arms through his blazer sleeves

"Well, I'll start coming early too." He mirrored you, leaning forward to rest his head onto his folded arms

"Why?" you brought his sleeve up to your mouth

"Because you're here. And I need to keep you warm." he leaned in close, pressing his warm forehead to yours.

"See? Even your forehead is cold. What'll I do if you get sick?" He put his hand on your forehead and you melted

he was so warm

"You feel so nice~"

He leaned close as you took in the nice feeling of his warm hand and went for it

he gave you a kiss on your lips, catching you off guard

as different as he seemed while playing or with Bokuto, you were the only one to see Akaashi's heart

he was the warmest view every winter

"I love you," he smiled, pressing another little kiss to your warm, rosy cheek

~~~~~ Thanks for reading! Masterlist for more! Please do not repost anywhere else!

#dokifluffs #haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#akaashi #akaashi keiji #akaashi x reader #akaashi imagines #akaashi scenarios #akaashi keiji x reader #haikyuu akaashi #haikyuu akaashi keiji #akaashi keiji headcanon

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swifty-fox · 2 months ago

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oh i wanted sci fi to win but i’m down and excited to read any fic by @swifty-fox :)

can you tell us anything about pirate au? any semi coherent thoughts? fantasy aus aren’t usually my thing but i’m sat

Yes low fantasy means that there are mild magical elements but mostly the story is grounded in reality!

The concept is one I've sat on for a while, I was developing it with @avonne-writes's help around this time last year

Here are some transcripts of our chatlogs that I will be referencing to develop the plot, but I can say it will be pretty low stakes low stress and mostly just fun. with SOME tragedy sprinkled in. because it is me. People will die. But john and gale will have little conflict in their falling in love.

Anyways, Notes:

Pirate au

Gale traveling w his dad through the Mediterranean and John who boards their ship, robs it kisses Gale and then vanishes into the night cue 10 years later it happens again but this time Gale goes w him bc now john is the FEARED pirate captain lmao idk and hes broader now and tanner now, sunspots on his cheeks and it makes his eyes blue like tidepools an he has feathers and beads woven in his curls

and gale is so put together, dutiful son with a serious face and a leashed animal inside him. wants to be free wants to be wild wants to chase the stars like he'd always dreamed

Gale when that young, reckless pirate finds him hidden in the captain's quarters:

steals from him like hes doing gale a favor and steals a kiss from him too

Oh!!! So John steals the kiss. Years later, when they meet again and things start to go in that direction again, Gale says he’s taking back something stolen and steals a kiss back -Avonne

Gale who has thought about him ever since

hates him for what he is and wants to be him fore the same reasons

John who....theres not something right about him. its like the oceans listen to him. SUmmons wind on a dead sea, sruvived shipwrecks when everyone else has been lost. Some say he's the devil himself, some say his mother was a siren

maybe the truth is somwhere in the middle

omg yeah hes so buttoned up and under his fathers thumb esp the first time John meets him

steals from him like hes doing gale a favor and steals a kiss from him too for good measure, in the dark of Gales cabin surrounded by his stars and charts and maps bc all he wants to be is a cartographer

vanishes into the night with a grin and a wink, over the side of the ship into black water like he came from the ocean itself

"be seeing you darling"

ten years later Gale says "you stole something from me and now im taking it back" and kisses him again

YEAHH and nobody knows thta it happened except for Gale and he literally thinks about john for TEN years. And then theres rumors of this new pirate king who is the son of the devil herself and gale is cautioned against sailing the waters but he fears no man or rumor

and then lo and behold this captain is a grown version of the dashing boy from ten years ago

he always knows the currents, knows whena storm is coming even if the seas are calm

it could be hes just a good sailor

could be

but sometimes theres just... no explanation

i think theres an instance where they get shipwrecked and gale is drowning and John saves him even though gale KNOWS he jumped from the other side of the ship

and proceeds to save half the crew despite the storming sea

sometimes his eyes are a bit too blue. late at night, early in the morning when its just them in bed

how he always smells faintly of salt and brine even if theyre on land

nobodys met his parents, nobody knows his lineage

he always jokes the sea itself spit him out and sometimes Gale wonders how much of a joke it really is

sea creatures never fear him, flock to him even sometimes

can hold his breath for a longgg time

gale likes that feature <3

a pirate must always have a great treasure

#swiftytalks #pirate au

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copajay · 1 year ago

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high society

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HAPPY NEW YEARSSS im going through a bridgerton phase rn and was reminded of my quarantine obsession w jane austen and enhypen so here's a jake period piece :P

summary: it's the early 19th century regency era, you belong to a well-known noble family but your father has been noticing a decline in his finances. determined to save the estate and his honor, he encourages you to mingle with any and every suitable bachelor in your town to secure the family fortune through marriage. none of them catch your eye, until you meet park sunghoon...'s stableman. (not proofread)

date: 01/01/24

scenario themes: period piece, rich girl broke dude cliche

idol: jake sim or sim jaeyun of enhypen

concept: fluff

warnings: mentions of hitting women (nothing crazy i swear)

word count: 7.28k

it was a typical sunday morning, you woke up in your satin sheets, calling to your servants to ready you for the day. after getting dressed and having your hair fixed, you made your way down the stairs to enjoy breakfast with your family as usual.

you've always enjoyed a life of luxury. belonging to a dignified household constantly bustling with an array of servants, housekeepers, cooks, and more, you never felt any need to marry.

why go from such a grand, happy estate to a smaller one to live with complete strangers as opposed to the hands that practically raised you? why abandon your daily latin lessons with your governess to listen to your mother-in-law lecture you about producing an heir?

luckily, you were the youngest daughter of six siblings, three girls and three boys. your brothers ensured your family name would survive and your sisters provided your parents with plenty of marriage proposals to occupy themselves with. there was absolutely no reason for you to be wed any time soon.

at least that's what you thought before you sat down to breakfast. "good morning, y/n" your mother greeted. "good morning mother, father." you acknowledged the man sitting across the table from you, occupied with a small journal in his hands.

as you were about to take a sip of your morning tea, you heard your father sigh, exasperated. "what seems to be the matter, father?" your elder sister asked, eyeing the journal.

"i'm simply going over finances. there's no need to panic as it is a matter of little emergency. we will need to find a new source of income by next sunday, and since your lazy and careless brothers cannot be bothered to fulfill their duties as men, it is up to you girls to marry men who can." he asserted.

unaffected, you continued to pick at your breakfast. you have two older sisters who are perfectly fit to wed, why should you worry?

"we have already begun looking for matches for catherine and y/n." your mother noted. your head shot up upon hearing your name, "pardon me?" you exclaimed, "what about arabella? she's the eldest of all of us."

"we have been looking for a suitor for arabella for a twelvemonth now. she is clearly unfit to be a bride, just look at her!" your mother began, prompting your oldest sibling to roll her eyes.

arabella has always been... unladylike to say the least. she sported breeches while horse riding and insisted on discussing politics and sports instead of more suitable feminine topics. it's no surprise most of the men in this age couldn't stand her.

you personally never minded. she did a better job educating you than your own governess, reading controversial female literature to you and encouraging you to avoid marriage for as long as you can, which you gladly did.

unfortunately, you weren't as forward as arabella. you wouldn't dare disagree with your parents like her, recalling how she boldly rejected a marriage proposal from a wealthy lord, angering your father.

you bit your tongue to prevent a protest from leaving your lips. what are the odds you'll actually find someone? all you have to do is push away all the suitors long enough for catherine to find someone. after all, she was a model young lady: quiet, pretty enough, and obedient.

you, on the other hand, could only be described as spoiled and insolent. perhaps not as impertinent as arabella, but you were definitely sassy in your own right. most men found your attitude off-putting and made empty threats to "whip you into shape".

"enough of this discussion. we will be attending a ball tonight in an attempt to mingle with some members of high society. I expect you girls to be on your best behavior. and be sure to invite any potential bachelors to our estate for tea!" your mother rambled.

you were undoubtedly annoyed at the circumstances, but oh how you loved getting ready for functions like these. wearing your nicest gowns, displaying your expensive jewelry and unique hair styles. then, actually arriving at the formal and being able to listen to delightful pianoforte and dance with strangers.

the ball was being held by the park estate, renowned throughout the province for being incredibly wealthy. the parks had four sons, two of whom were already married. which left sunghoon and jay as the biggest targets of every unmarried girl within a ten kilometer radius.

they were quite handsome, but you weren't interested in either. perhaps they'd make good matches for catherine, supplying your family with an alarming amount of wealth and allowing you to remain a happy spinster for the rest of your days.

before you knew it, it was time to ready yourself for the ball. excitedly, you threw on your finest corset and carefully selected your prettiest lavender gown, pairing it with a dainty pearl set.

as you situated yourself in the carriage with your sisters and mother, you couldn't help but zone out as they excitedly discussed meeting the park brothers. "i hope jay asks me for a dance!" catherine giggled, prompting arabella to shift uncomfortably.

she always seemed to react a bit oddly to any mentions of jay. you honestly didn't mind him, he's generous and far more liberal than most men. maybe not liberal enough for arabella, but you suppose nobody is.

by the time you reached the park estate, you excitedly jumped out of the carriage first, rushing into the doors of the large manor. you're not one to be impressed by ostentatious displays of wealth, but by God was this place striking.

marble and gold mosaic lined the interior walls with chandeliers latched onto the high ceilings, illuminating the magnificent paintings along the walls. a group of musicians was situated in the corner of the large room, playing loudly as dozens of ladies and lords conversed, dressed to the nines.

you looked to your left and noticed arabella fiddling with her dress. grasping her hand, you smiled before sighing, "isn't it beautiful?"

she playfully rolled her eyes, "it is, but not beautiful enough to marry into this mad family. don't fall for whatever trap mother and father are attempting to catch you in." she warned.

"yes, yes, I know. can't you just enjoy the ball?" you pleaded. she simply shook her head and announced that she would be heading to the garden for some solitude. as odd as she is, your sister is dear to you and you'd like to see her happily settled down with a good man one day.

turning, you were greeted with the sight of park sunghoon. great. you could see your mother eyeing you in your peripheral vision so now you had to acknowledge him.

"hello, sunghoon." you half-smiled and curtsied. he bowed in response, "good evening, y/n. would you care to join me for a dance?" he asked, extending his arm to you. i'd rather eat dirt. "I would love to." you took his arm.

it's not like you dislike sunghoon. he's a proper gentleman. he enjoys hunting and composing music, he's tall, handsome, and not to mention extremely well-off. but he bored you to no end, and he was very old-fashioned.

you vividly remember overhearing a conversation between him and your brothers, where he proudly claimed he would spank arabella until she behaved if he was her husband. you also remember jay getting quite upset at him afterward.

"i heard your parents were looking to give your hand" he started, interrupting your thoughts. "yes, it appears so." you responded, absentmindedly. "have you met anyone suitable yet?" he carefully continued.

you weren't an idiot. it's apparent sunghoon has had a sort of infatuation with you for a while now. "no, not yet." you sighed. you didn't miss how his eyebrow raised. uncomfortable, you decided to excuse yourself, "I need to freshen up. would you mind pointing me in the direction of the bath?"

"certainly." he responded, sounding rather annoyed. after showing you the way, you practically sprinted out the door in your heels, desperate to get away from the smell of his headache-inducing fragrance.

you spotted a greenhouse and deduced it must be close to the garden, where arabella should be. making your way there, you stopped in your tracks when you heard a clanging noise followed by muffled shushes.

deciding to investigate, you inched closer to the source of the sound and nearly yelped at the sight.

you saw arabella and jay embracing one another. but not just embracing. they were fondling, kissing, grasping at one another. it was quite possibly the most lewd thing you've ever seen.

you didn't know what to say or how to react. so you turned and ran in the opposite direction, praying neither of them saw you. unfortunately for you, you're completely unfamiliar with the grounds and ended up running headfirst into a door.

you fell on the ground with a pounding pain in your temple. sitting up, you looked around for a clue as to where you were but to no avail. you were too dumbfounded at the sight you just witnessed to process anything else.

thankfully, you heard footsteps rushing to where you were and a strong pair of arms lifting you up. "are you alright, ma'am?" the stranger's voice fretted.

"yes, yes I--arabella. OH MY GOODNESS ARABELLA. you have to help me sir." you grasped at the thin, cloth shirt the boy opposite you was wearing.

"who's arabella? what's wrong?" the man asked. you noticed he had a very peculiar accent, one that sounded more akin to commoners. his clothing was quite dirty as well. he must've been a new servant, probably a stablehand.

"my sister. she was--he--jay was... doing something to her." you rasped. it wasn't long before the man began chuckling. "oh yes, they do that quite often."

he slowly released his grip on you and stepped back. "you need not worry about her. would you like assistance heading back to the ball, ma'am?"

he turned around before you even responded, heading towards the manor before you grabbed his arm. "wait. i would actually prefer to stay out here."

you must sound like an idiot. and the puzzled look on the boy's face only affirms that. the truth is you just don't want to have to deal with your mother pressuring you and sunghoon's advances.

"what's your name?" you asked the servant, changing the topic. "jake, ma'am." he responded swiftly. "you need not call me ma'am. y/n will do just fine." you shot jake a smile.

you're not sure why you enjoy this boy's presence so much. perhaps it's his puppy-like eyes or his soft voice. "well, y/n," jake prompted.

just hearing him say your name sent shivers down your spine. what has gotten into you? he's a stablehand. a servant.

"i suggest we go inside as it is exceedingly cold out. we wouldn't want you to develop an illness" he sympathized. he led you into the dimly lit stables, where you could get a better look at him.

he had thick pink lips and long black hair that nearly covered his eyes. his nose was long and tall and he had highly defined cheekbones coupled with a sharp jawline. he was dangerously handsome.

you caught yourself staring at him and got a bit embarrassed before you noticed that his eyes kept darting down at you and away, nervously. you looked down to see your corset was disheveled after your fall, revealing a bit of your cleavage.

screaming, you threw your purse at him while attempting to cover yourself. was this stableboy about to do to you whatever jay was doing with your sister?

he put his hands up above his head as if to surrender and apologized profusely. "i'm so, so sorry ma'am! I meant to mention it earlier but I was a bit apprehensive as I didn't want to offend you-"

you steadied yourself a bit seeing how anxious jake looked. attempting to console him, you held his shaking hands. poor thing probably thought you were going to get him whipped, or worse.

"it's fine. I'm just a bit on edge after... never mind that. could you please explain to me what I saw jay doing with my sister? it is still heavy on my mind." you hesitated.

jake began looking bashful again. "when two people are overcome by lust, they tend to... fornicate." he explained awkwardly. you gasped. you weren't familiar with what fornication actually looked like, but you knew it was a great shame.

"please, please don't tell anyone." you begged him, still gripping onto his hands. "of course, not, ma'am--y/n. it's not my business to tell." he assured.

smiling, you let go of his hands. the two of you stood in comfortable silence for a while, looking out the doors to the stable at the starry sky and beautiful garden underneath it.

jake broke the silence first, "i believe it's time for you to return to the ball. your family must be getting worried."

your mood immediately soured. you wanted nothing less than to return to the ball you were once so excited to attend, especially because it was now a matchmaking event for your parents.

"right." you straightened down your gown. "do you think you could... help me adjust my corset before I go?" you cautioned. the truth is you could've easily fixed it yourself, you just wanted another excuse to be close to jake again.

he shuffled behind you before fastening one of the buttons on your top that had come undone. his hands were shaky yet his grip was firm. your breath hitched as he gently moved your hair to the side.

the tension was palpable, and before you knew it, you had turned around and were face to face with jake. your noses were nearly touching and you felt an electric shock travel from your stomach to your head.

feeling lightheaded, you moved a bit closer. you could hear his breathing speed up.

the next thing you know your lips were touching his. you knew this wasn't right, that this was not only a shameful thing to do as an unmarried woman, but with a stablehand of all people?

but in that moment, you couldn't care less. you attempted to deepen the kiss awkwardly but it was apparent you had no idea what you were doing. he didn't seem to mind though, reciprocating your efforts.

you were interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching. panicking, you pulled away. you didn't miss how jake seemed to lean in again subconsciously, which almost prompted you to jump back into his arms.

but you were way too terrified of getting caught. without thinking, you ducked behind a bale of hay. holding back a laugh, jake turned to face the front of the stables where arabella and jay walked in. arabella was wearing trousers and a linen shirt that she must've had on under her gown.

"jake, ready two horses at once." jay ordered, sternly. "of course, master jay." jake obediently answered.

"are you sure about this, jay?" arabella whispered, tugging on the boy's sleeve. "we have no other choice, you know my parents won't approve of you." he insisted sympathetically, grasping onto her hands.

were they about to elope?

jake handed jay the reigns to two separate horses. jay simply smiled and thanked him before handing one of the horses over to arabella. "I wish I could've at least told my baby sister." she sighed.

rage built up inside of you. how could she keep this from you? she definitely doesn't have to tell you now because you're going to make it known that you're well aware.

you jumped up from behind the hay like a madwoman, your corset still slightly a mess with straw in your hair. "arabella! how could you?" you yelled accusingly.

yelping, your sister quickly covered her mouth. "y/n, what on earth are you doing in here?" she retorted, still slightly shocked. "never mind that. were you about to elope... with him?" you motioned over to jay.

"y/n, I'm not sure what you think of me at this moment but I assure you it was for the best-" he started. "I don't care. unhand my sister at once." you seethed. "y/n! do not speak to him that way!" arabella defended.

you were furious. arabella, your tomboy and supposed spinster of a sister was secretly fornicating with jay park and now she was planning on eloping with him.

jake looked awkwardly between you and your sister as jay held his head down. you and arabella on the other hand were having a heated stare-down.

"if you stay, i won't tell a soul about this. if you leave, I will tell the entire county and a search party will be sent for the two of you within an hour. it's your decision." you growled.

sighing, arabella shot jay a knowing look to which he nodded in agreement. "we will stay. but if you know what's best for you, you'll be quiet." she warned. you wanted to scoff at her threat, but you knew it would just fan the flames all over again.

jay suggested heading back to the ball as the three of you had been out long enough. after jake led you through the servant's staircase, the three of you joined the party once again, luckily right before it was about to end.

sunghoon caught your eye right as you were leaving, and of course, your mother happened to be right in front of you when he approached you. "y/n! i've been looking for you the whole night. I was hoping to get a second dance," he slurred, it was evident he had one too many glasses of port wine.

"perhaps next time, sunghoon." you grumbled. your mother sent him an apologetic look before waving goodbye.

fortunately, there were two carriages sent to retrieve you and your family after your mother complained that the one was too cramped. unfortunately, mother and catherine jumped into the first one, leaving you and arabella alone in the second.

you honestly couldn't bare looking at her, let alone speaking to her on the way home, so you opted for staring out at the countryside through the small window.

"why were you in the stables?" arabella began. you shot her an annoyed look. "i know you're upset with me, y/n, but you wouldn't understand what it's like to be in love with someone you can't be with. it's unbearable."

"no. maybe I don't. but I do know that it's wrong to leave behind your loved ones. besides, you and jay nearly had an arrangement! was there really a need to go and do all this? mother practically begged you to be with him-"

"and his parents couldn't stand me. they told him he could never marry such an uncouth woman." she sputtered, tears forming at her eyes.

your heart hurt for your sister, but you were still far too upset to embrace her. "the stablehand, jake." you blurted.

she looked up at you, confused. "i saw you and jay..." you explained, prompting arabella to look away once again in shame. "...and I ended up hitting my head on the stable doors somehow. jake came out to help me and we somehow ended up kissing." you admitted, slightly embarrassed.

arabella's mouth opened slightly, before it closed and formed a smile. "do you like him?" she chided like a small child.

that was one of the things you loved so much about your sister. she was never judgemental, always open to hearing whatever you had to say.

"I believe I do." you smiled sadly, "but it would never work. he's a servant for crying out loud."

"do you want to see him again?" she asked, unexpectedly. you nodded before seeing a mischievous glint in her eye. she smiled widely and made a proclamation, "how's this? I help you hide your meetings with jake and you help me with jay. it may not be a long term solution but it would help, wouldn't it?"

"what about mother's obsession with marrying me off?" you huffed. "she's not obsessed with just you marrying. besides, sunghoon alone is wealthy enough to fix our financial woes. let's set him up with catherine, convincing her to set her sights on him." she stated.

springing up from your seat, you held your sister while cheering, "genius! you're a genius!" causing her to laugh and cheer as well.

that night you couldn't sleep. your mind kept replaying the kiss between you and jake. you could still feel the ghost of his soft lips on yours. giggling to yourself, you realized you probably look like a madwoman. yet, you didn't really mind. all you cared about was seeing jake again.

the next morning you mentally prepared yourself as you made your way down to breakfast. all you have to do is fib a bit to your family, it can’t possibly be that hard.

making eye contact with arabella as you waltzed down the stairs, you held back a smile before greeting your parents.

“mother, you’ll be delighted to know that i believe i’ve found my match.” you announced, rather dramatically. your mother nearly dropped her spoon upon hearing the good news, and your father simply smiled and asked, “who is it, my dear?”

“jay park.” you grinned, watching as arabella shot you a mischievous wink from across the dining table. “i was thinking we could perhaps have a luncheon at the park residence today. sunghoon also made it very apparent to me that he has been showing an interest in one of my sisters,”

this caught the attention of catherine.

“which one of us?” catherine yelped. “clearly not arabella,” your younger brother snickered, earning a light smack to the back of the head from your sister.

“he… erm, didn’t say. which is why we must find out today at the luncheon!” you stammered. as unconvincing as you sounded, your parents and siblings seemed to fully believe you, which meant your plan was now in motion.

from that day on, you and arabella were able to make your way to the park’s estate nearly daily by lying.

part of you felt guilty, but that guilt was alleviated as soon as you felt jake’s warm embrace. the two of you would lay in the garden some days, and sneak around the manor on other days, using the servant passageways.

you would constantly cover up for arabella as she would for you. and to your surprise, you witnessed a romance slowly blooming between catherine and sunghoon.

“what are your plans for the future? would you like to start a family, settle down in the countryside? or would you like to move into the city, somewhere in london perhaps?” you asked jake. you were sitting in the shade of a large oak tree behind the park manor with his head in your lap as you ran your fingers aimlessly through his soft hair.

he laughed lightly, “i always assumed I’d be stuck here forever, picking up horse dung.”

you felt a pang of hurt in your chest, being reminded of the harsh reality of being a servant. “surely that can’t be. don’t you have a home? where is your family residing?” you asked.

“of course i have a home,” jake started as he slowly got up from your lap. you immediately felt the cool breeze hit your lap in the absence of his warmth. “it’s in the southern part of town, my parents and brother own a bakery near there, on 5th street.” he smiled to himself.

“why didn’t you work in the bakery?” you prodded. you felt a bit nosy, but you were genuinely curious. “we were hardly making anything, it seems like nobody has enough to even spend on bread anymore. I had to find a job elsewhere and this seemed to be the only option.”

you felt a sense of guilt wash over you. you were so used to your own servants hanging on your every whim yet you never wondered about their livelihood. with income running low, father cut their salaries which you’re sure was already low.

“enough of that.” jake coughed, visibly uncomfortable, “will you read to me?”

you smiled, grabbing the long-forgotten novel in the grass behind you.

everything was running smoothly until the parks decided to come over for tea one eventful afternoon. you happily greeted lord and lady park along with their two youngest sons as they sat down in the drawing room.

you were only excited to see jay so you could cryptically ask about any developments concerning jake. unfortunately, you wouldn’t have any time to as your parents did most of the talking.

“so, i hear that jay and y/n are getting on quite well,” lady park beamed. your mother nodded vigorously in approval while you and jay feigned bashfulness.

“i also heard good news about sunghoon and my dear catherine.” your father added, to which lord park raised his cup to.

it was a typical, and rather boring, conversation until sunghoon decided to pipe in, “i always presumed i would end up with y/n,” he said casually, chuckling to himself.

catherine suddenly looked to mother, shocked. “i thought you were interested in catherine, mr. park.” your mother quipped.

“oh, of course. but that is a much more recent development. i’ve been pandering after y/n since we were kids for christ sake.”

your mother glared at you, clearly upset with your lying but at least you could cover it up by claiming you were too occupied with jay to notice sunghoon’s advances.

coughing awkwardly, your father suddenly stood up, brushing himself off. “lady l/n and i have long thought about this decision, and wanted to ask you personally instead of relying on correspondence.” once he had everyone in the room’s attention, he continued,

“we believe y/n and jay should be wed by tomorrow.”

you froze. you watched as jay and sunghoon’s jaws dropped and the elder parks began to protest. tomorrow?

“as happy as we all are that our children are getting on, don’t you think tomorrow is making haste?” lady park commented, but your father insisted, “we don’t need to plan the grand ceremony just yet, but an intimate procession in which legal and religious matters are sorted would be nice to get out of the way, wouldn’t it?”

you knew exactly why your father was so desperate to get you married by tomorrow as it would be saturday, meaning you had only tomorrow to correct the family finances.

“with all due respect, i feel like this is a bit rushed. jay and i haven’t fully gotten to know each other yet. don’t you think sunghoon and catherine would make a better match?” you suggested, your voice shaky.

“nonsense. you’ve gone over to the park’s nearly every day this week, spending hours there each visit. surely you’ve gotten to know him enough.” your mother insisted.

“then it is set. the two are to be wed tomorrow, let us discuss the details!” lady park shared gleefully.

you couldn’t bare listening any longer. wordlessly, you stood up, heading to your room, passing by arabella who was eavesdropping by the steps.

“she must be nervous.” your father announced after your departure.

once you found your way to your bed you collapsed. what were you going to do? how were you going to tell jake? you felt hopeless.

you heard a knock on your door. then another one, this time more impatient. “come in.” you groaned, ready to unleash your wrath on whoever walked in.

“are you alright, miss l/n? i heard a large slam coming from this direction.” an elderly maid asked innocently.

seeing her familiar face calmed your nerves. she had been working around the house for as long as you can remember, but she looked much more tired now. you thought back to your conversation with jake and realized how little you seemed to notice her condition weaken over time.

christ, you didn’t even know her name.

“i’m fine,” you smiled. “um, could you please set up a carriage for me? if you’d like, i’d prefer it if you joined me.” you suggested.

she looked taken aback but quickly composed herself, “yes of course, miss l/n.”

it wasn’t long before the carriage was drawn and you and your maid stepped inside. “where to, miss l/n?” she asked, “the bakery on 5th street, i believe it is located south of here.”

“pardon me miss l/n, but isn’t fetching bread a servant’s job?” she hesitated. “please just call me y/n, and i plan on doing more than simply ‘fetching bread’” you responded reassuringly.

she nodded and the two of you set course for the bakery. along the way, you decided to learn more about the maid. you found out that her name is agatha, she was aged three and forty, had three kids of her own, and had been working for your family since you were born.

once you arrived, you and agatha stepped into the nearly empty building. the only person you saw was a young man behind the counter who you assumed was jake’s brother.

“good afternoon, ma’am. how can i be of assistance?” the boy greeted, dusting off his flour-covered hands on the counter.

“i’d like to purchase ten loaves of bread.” you beamed. agatha glanced over at you, confused. “that would be ten shillings, ma’am” he smiled. he looked strikingly similar to jake when he did so.

“who on earth could be buying that much bread-” you heard a familiar voice emerge from behind the counter. you were surprised to see jake wearing much more casual clothing than you’re used to seeing him in, holding a loaf of steaming bread.

he stopped upon seeing you, quickly pulling himself together. “my apologies… ma’am.” he nearly whispered before disappearing back into the kitchen. for the rest of the time he popped in and out the two of you did your best to ignore one another.

after nearly half an hour of waiting, your order was finished. as you loaded the loaves into the carriage with the help of jake and his brother, you felt the sudden urge to tell jake about your impending marriage.

unfortunately, you couldn’t find a way to without raising the suspicions of either agatha or his brother, so you thanked the both of them and went on your way. hopefully it would all be sorted out and he’d never have to know.

once alone with agatha, you handed the loaves to her. “please distribute these among the servant’s families, and keep one for your own. I’d like to make a quick stop before i return.” you shared. “of course, where to?” she asked.

“your home.” you answered casually. “miss l/n-”

“y/n.” you corrected. “y/n, is something the matter? i apologize if i’m speaking too freely but you have been behaving a bit oddly today.” agatha nervously shared.

“yes actually, there is a cause for great concern. i am to be wed tomorrow to a man i have no affection for meanwhile i am hopelessly in love with a stableboy.” you stated carelessly.

you yourself are unsure of why you decided to confide in agatha but you felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders once you did.

“I’m sorry to hear that. i hope for the best for you always, you know you’ve always been my favorite of your siblings.” she half-joked, lightening the mood.

you couldn’t help but laugh, and before you knew it, the two of you were joking with each other like old friends.

once you arrived at agatha’s house you handed her two shillings. “this is double your salary for the day. take off early, i insist. neither mother or father will hear a word of this, i swear.” you said, clasping her hand in your own.

her expression turned to one of immense gratitude and she rushed to hug you. before you could react, she pulled away, apologizing repeatedly.

you simply pulled her back in, embracing her even tighter. she bid you farewell as she stepped out of the carriage and you began to make your way back as the sun set.

arriving home, you were greeted with the sight of your parents standing behind the front gates, visibly furious.

“where were you all this time? it is nearly dark and you did not notify anyone of your departure. my goodness, and you set off alone!” your mother gasped.

“is this how a lady is to act before she is about to be married? you better correct yourself before jay catches onto this scandalous behavior.” father boomed.

you grumbled a “yes, father” before hurrying inside, back to your chambers. you were surprised to see arabella waiting anxiously on your bed.

“where were you?” she jumped up. “nowhere important.” you shrugged. “christ, i thought you had eloped!” your sister exclaimed. to be frank, you were beginning to consider it as an option.

“nonsense. i won’t be eloping just like i won’t be marrying jay.”

you saw her face drop at the mention of her lover. “sister,” you sat beside her, “i promise you we will fix this mess together.”

“but how?” arabella sighed. “i say we convince sunghoon and catherine to marry instead of jay and i.” you shared.

your sister raised an eyebrow at your proposal, “how on earth will we do that?”

“we have to tell them the truth about you and jay.” you declared. you could see a glimpse of fear in arabella’s eyes, and you would be lying if you said you weren’t a bit afraid yourself. “fine.” she agreed. you held her hand tightly as she confided in you the rest of the night.

the following morning, the park’s estate was bustling, the servants all gossiping about jay’s new match. jake was never one to listen to rumors going around but he was particularly interested in this one, wondering if arabella had finally gotten through to lord and lady park.

“i hear the bride is the youngest daughter, y/n.” one of the cooks shared excitedly. jake froze. “where did you hear that?” he suddenly asked. “from the tailor that was fitting her dress. apparently they’re going to have a small, intimate ceremony at the church today-”

before she could finish her sentence, jake sprinted to the stables and began saddling the nearest horse.

he didn’t know what he was going to do once he arrived at the church, or even what would happen to him afterwards, but he didn’t care. he refused to stand by as you married someone else.

while at the church, you fiddled with your veil anxiously. arabella assured you that she would speak with sunghoon and catherine without mentioning anything about jake.

it was nearly time for the ceremony to begin and you were starting to worry that something had gone wrong.

suddenly, the door to the room you were in burst open, revealing catherine and arabella. “quick! give me your veil and remove your dress!” catherine ordered.

while rapidly exchanging clothes with your sister, arabella filled you in, “the couple agreed to our plan upon hearing about mine and jay’s story. sunghoon made a rather dramatic declaration of love to catherine before jay could even stand at the alter and luckily, our parents decided that these two were more deserving to be wed.”

you let out a huge sigh of relief. you were able to evade marriage with jay, but how much longer could you keep this lie up?

arabella led you down to the area where the ceremony would be held and within a few minutes, catherine made her way to the alter.

the two shared last-minute vows and right as the officiant asked if there were any objections the door to the church flew open.

“stop! stop the ceremony!” a disheveled jake panted. everyone in the room’s jaws flew open except your own. you didn’t know whether to be flattered or embarrassed at his commitment to you in this very moment.

“what is the meaning of this, boy?” lord park boomed. “i’m in love with her, sir.” jake confessed, pointing at your veiled sister. you wanted to dig a hole in the ground and lay there.

jay coughed, nodding his head in your direction, prompting jake to make eye contact with you. as soon as he saw you, his mouth made an o-shape.

you couldn’t take it anymore, standing up dramatically and declaring “he meant me. he’s in love with me and I’m in love with him.”

just when you thought the situation couldn’t possibly worsen, your mother fainted.

at this point the church was a noisy, swarming mess. lady park and arabella attempted to calm your mother after she regained consciousness and became hysterical while your father had to be held back by his sons and lord park from attacking jake. catherine was sobbing in the corner and the officiant simply stared awestryck at the scene unfolding in front of him.

while everyone was distracted, you grabbed jake’s hand and ran out the church doors. the two of you mounted the horse he rode over and ran off in a random direction.

you looked back once to see everyone emerging from the church, frantically looking for you and jake.

“where are we going?” jake asked, clearly on edge. “keep going until we’re too far for them to catch us.” you ordered.

you ended up stopping nearby a small field. dismounting the horse, you noticed a large tear in his shirt. “how did that happen?” you asked, worried.

“your father ripped it open at the church.”

for some indescribable reason, that sentence alone made you both burst into laughter. perhaps it was the ridiculousness of the whole situation.

as jake laughed, you noticed how his nose slightly crinkled, how all his teeth showed, how his eyes closed and his head was thrown back childishly.

you realized just how much you had fallen for him, and how little you could care about your family’s blessings.

“i love you.” you blurted. you quickly placed your hands over your lips as if it would take back what you said. sure it had been implied before, but you had never said those three words to his face. to anyone’s face, really.

“i love you, too.” he whispered, now moving closer to you. the two of you shared a short kiss, breaking apart before leaning back in again.

this time the kiss was deeper, more passionate. his hands travelled to your lower back as yours cupped his jaw.

you felt yourself desperately moving more and more forward, still not feeling close enough to him. he pulled away first, leaving you gasping for air.

“what are we going to do?” he asked, out of breath. “we’re going to get married.” you responded firmly.

grabbing his hand, you hoisted yourself up on the horse once again, patting the seat behind you. “are you sure about this?” he asked, hesitant.

you nodded wordlessly as he seated himself beside you. you charged back in the direction you had just come from.

you, the girl who never cared for marriage, were now determined to fight for your right to marry the man of your dreams.

you made it back to the church within minutes, spotting your both enraged and confused family standing outside.

arabella saw you first, rushing over. “you should have left, y/n. father is going to murder the both of you.” she warned.

you ignored her, walking up to lord and lady park. before you could open your mouth, you felt a harsh grip on your arm, yanking you back, “not only have you sent your mother into a frenzy, you have bought immense shame upon our family with this illicit affair. i am disgusted to call you my daughter.” your father spat.

“don’t speak to her like that.” jake threatened, moving closer to your father.

“enough of this, lord l/n. i have an enormous headache from today. it is safe to say no arrangements will be made between our children. boys, let us leave at once.” lord park commanded.

neither jay nor sunghoon moved, prompting lord park to repeat himself. again, no reaction.

“oh for christ’s sake. i understand sunghoon being a bit hesitant but this girl is clearly not right for you jay-”

“i wish to marry arabella.” jay announced, “and i don’t care if she doesn’t meet your standards. i refuse to leave the church grounds until she is made my wife.”

“neither shall i until catherine and i are wed.” sunghoon chimed in.

“and neither will i until you give my hand to jake and only jake.” you challenged, looking your father in the eye.

“this is nonsense. what has gotten into you kids?” lady park objected. your mother fainted once again, but this time nobody seemed to pay her any mind.

the officiant peeked his head out from the door, “if you’d like, i can officiate the three weddings for the price of just two.”

you saw your father become visibly more upset at the mention of pricing and were reminded of the reason your parents were so adamant on getting you married in the first place.

“father, if arabella marries jay and catherine marries sunghoon, our income nearly doubles. we won’t have to worry about our finances any longer. what is stopping you then from allowing me to marry jake?” you plead, desperate.

“he is a servant. a stablehand, y/n. below a commoner. it was a grave error on your end to even look his way.” he scoffed.

“he’s no longer a servant of mine,” lord park added, rubbing his temples, “not after this mess.”

“then he is now a baker.” you quipped. “pardon me?” your father asked, irritated. “his family owns a bakery so therefore he is a baker. not a servant. i don’t see any reason as to why i cannot marry him now?”

“just let them bloody marry.” lady park cursed just as your mother came back to her senses, causing her to fall unconscious yet again.

“fine.” your father sighed, “but you will not be living on any of my estates.”

“i will give them one of mine.” jay interjected, patting jake on the shoulder.

after that, the ceremony continued. this time with three brides, two disgruntled father-in-laws, and a single annoyed lady (as the other is still passed out).

fast forward to a few months later, you and your parents have reconciled although your father is still weary of jake.

the two of you have settled into your new estate, courtesy of jay. jake is back to working at his family bakery, which has seen a large increase in profit. you also decided to appoint agatha as the head housekeeper in your new home.

jay and arabella are happily married, as are catherine and sunghoon. your family’s finances have improved greatly and you couldn’t be happier for your parents.

you reflected on how drastically your life has changed within the span of a year as you readied yourself for morning tea at arabella’s house.

you put on a simple purple dress and in the corner of your eye, saw the pearl set you wore the night you met jake. grabbing the earrings, you placed them carefully in your ears, reminiscing to yourself in the mirror.

suddenly your husband made his way into the bedroom, placing a firm kiss on your cheek before announcing his departure for work, a tradition the two of you now have.

wishing him luck, you shared one last embrace before you sent him off.

#jake sim #enhypen #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fluff #kpop reactions #enhypen reactions #enhypen jake #jake sim scenarios #sunghoon #jay

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kodiackwrites · 1 year ago

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B&B, Bulking boys

Konig, Soap & Ghost- Fluffy? Non canon, pretend Konigs in 141, Proof read!! Part 2 soon

You owned a large b&b that military men have found themselves in every time they return home from a mission together, their own little tradition of spending time together.

You knew they’d smoke and drink despite your clear rules, But they were mature men and always made sure to take care of the space so you didn’t give it much mind.

You’d never learnt their real names, But they’d refer to each other as Ghost, Konig & Soap.

You’d always supply the men with breakfast each morning, 7:20 sharp. Before they’d leave for the gym, but today was different.

The usual tray of 4 bacon strips, one sunny side up egg, scrambled for Soap, and a quarter cup of hash browns was left outside each bedroom door on the upstairs of the building, and twenty minutes later the men would come down and leave for the gym.

But they didn’t leave this morning, all three of them made themselves comfortable in the common living room. “Don’t you three have somewhere to be?” You asked kindly, looking up from your book. it took a moment for the man sat in the lazy boy to speak up, “It’s bulking season las, we’ve got nowhere to be other than the kitchen.” He spoke, the Scottish one, Soap. “Ah.” You responded.

You of course took this into account the next morning, and placed three new dishes out side of the men’s rooms for breakfast, 2 pieces of Peameal(Canadian) bacon, 2 eggs on toast, and some shredded chicken on a wrap with lettuce.

Of course making all this food took longer then the usual, so it was 7:26 when you placed the last tray, seeing the tallest man open his door to retrieve his food, Konig.

He looked down at the tray, and over to you, “Trying something new?” He asked, you hesitantly nodded. “It won’t affect your price sir, I just figured you boys would need a bit more food to start your mornings.” You said with a smile, He grinned.

(This wasn’t supposed to be this long but maybe part 2? My phones gonna die so sorry for the cut off I just wanna get this out,anywho, PLEASE MORE BULKING MEN PLEWSE IM BEGGIJG ON MY HANDS AND KNEEs)

#cod x you #cod könig #cod modern warfare #cod mw x reader #konig mw2 #call of duty #cod x reader #konig x reader #john soap mactavish #soap cod #cod men #bulking #bulking men make me feral #let me eat them #num num into the arm

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under-the-dirt · 1 year ago

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I came back for some Christmas stuff. How would the boys react if reader got this for them? (It's $700 at Kohls)

ok this one’s gonna b a bit dif but we’re doing 141 + könig (i don’t understand y ppl b bootyfaces and replace gazzypoo w könig!) lmaooo plus that dino is so fucking cute im in love omghgjgjejssj

pairing: tf141 + könig x gn!reader

tags: fluff!!!! <333 i intended this to be read as if ur dating them and living w them UNDER 13 DNI YOU WILL BE BOILED!!

When you saw the giant dinosaur stuffy at the store, (with a little santa hat!!!), you knew it’d be the perfect gift for your favorite boy!! So, naturally, you bought it and surprised him with it Christmas morning!!

-Price-

Oh how adorable you were. Surprising him with a massive dinosaur stuffed animal, with a little santa hat! You looked so excited, big, wide grin on your face as you sat beside him, stuffed animal beside you.

“And how much was this, sweetheart?” He asks, looking over at you with a smirk.

“You don’t ask how much a gift cost!!”

“Alright then. What should we name him?”

“Hm… John!!” You giggle.

“After me?”

“Of course!!” You squeal, laughing softly. “Do you like it?”

“I love anything from you, darling,” He responds, opening his arm for a hug, which you quickly oblige. Albeit not without tugging the dinosaur down between you both.

-Simon “Ghost” Riley-

”You like it, Sisi?” You giggle, looking up at him with excited, happy eyes.

He glances at you with a smirk and love in his eyes at your adorable, albeit shit-eating grin.

“A dinosaur?” He teases with a chuckle.

“Yes!!” You giggle, pushing it towards him.

“Don’t you think you have enough stuffed animals?”

“Noo!! It’s for you!” You whine, bouncing on the bed.

“You’re too cute, love,” He chuckles, pulling you in and kissing your forehead. You were truly adorable, how did he end up with such a sweet darling?

-John “Soap” Mactavish-

He had no doubt that waking up with you by his side was the best part of his day, but today you were already awake, sitting on your knees beside him with a giant grin on your face. Looking up, he saw a very large dinosaur stuffed animal with a santa hat.

“Oh, what’s this hen?” He coos, sitting up onto his elbows.

“It’s a dinosaur! For you!!”

“Oh, fer me?” He chuckles.

“Yup!” You giggle. God you were adorable. He couldn’t resist just pulling you in for a kiss. You giggled as you braced your hands on his bare chest to kiss him gently, before pulling up and pushing the dinosaur onto him and making smooching noises.

“Hmm.. I much prefer you,” Johnny chuckles, pulling you back to his chest.

-Kyle “Gaz” Garrick-

He loved seeing you, his sweet girl, each morning. Today was a real treat, as you were already awake, a massive grin on your face as you sat next to a huge dinosaur plush with a santa hat.

“How cute,” He chuckles, sitting up with a smile. “For me?”

“Yup!!”

“Aww.. An’ what are we namin’ ‘im?” He asks with a warm smile, making you pause and think.

“Kyle!!” You giggle, crawling over to him and laying down in the crook of his arm. “You like it?”

“I love it, baby,” He smiles, gently kissing the top of your head. “You’re such a sweetheart.”

-König-

You were always so adorable, especially now so as you sat beside him with a large dinosaur plush, practically the size of you, and a massive grin on your sweet face.

“Ah, what is this, schatz?”

“A dino!! It’s a christmas gift for you!!”

“For me?”

“Yes!!”

“All cute like you, yes?” He teases, causing you to giggle and blush.

“Do you like it?”

“Very much, mein hase.” He smiles, pulling you to his larger body and kissing your head gently.

“Can I name him king, like you?” You ask sweetly, looking up at him.

“Of course,” He replies with a chuckle, causing you to giggle and smile warmly.

AHHHH this was sm fun!!! imagining them comforting me helps me feel better when everything hurts (istg i have the body of an old man on the inside) BUT anyway i hope you like it!! also, if anyone has any tips on how to write gaz, alejandro, rudy, kreuger, keegan, etc. please tell meeeeeee i wanted to add them (except for gaz i put him in there bc he’s in the task force) BUTTTT i have no idea how to write them

and another thing i love when ppl who speak other languages and have an accent r talking and they say “blah blah blah, yes?” HGAHAHSHSHHDHSH KISS ME anywya uwu ily ghostly

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reidreaders · 2 years ago

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Girl's Night Out

Poorly Kept Secrets: Part 3

Summary: Part 3 in which Penelope accidentally spills Spencer's secret (you) to JJ and Emily!

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: kissing, use of y/n, established relationship, semi-secret relationship, not proof read, idk this is pretty much just straight fluff but lmk if I missed anything!

A/N: I'M ALIVE BITCHESS I took some time off writing bc college is hard but im back!! I had so many requests for part 3 to this story so I hope y'all enjoy!!

Part 1 Part 2

Things had quieted down around the BAU in the weeks since Hotch, Penelope, and Derek found out about you and Spencer. The three of them had agreed to keep Spencer’s secret, seeing as how he wasn’t ready to share you quite yet, which was massively relieving to him. The team hadn’t been called out on many cases lately, meaning that Spencer had more free time than ever to spend with you. You and Spencer had only been dating for a couple of weeks, so you were still in the getting to know each other phase of your relationship, so it was tough that he was away fighting crime most of the time. All that to say, it was a nice change of pace for the both of you. You spent your nights taking turns cooking dinner and choosing which movie to watch, you spent your weekends introducing each other to your favorite hobbies (you had a new found love of chess), and lately, you had spent your mornings waking up next to each other.

You and Spencer had yet another dinner and movie date planned for that night. When he arrived home from work, you were already in his kitchen getting dinner started.

“Hey, Spence!” you shouted from the kitchen, as you heard the familiar footsteps enter the apartment.

Spencer rounded the corner into the kitchen with a confused look on his face, “Hey?” he questioned, “what’re you doing here so early?”

“I thought it might be nice to have dinner ready for you when you got home! Plus, I might have missed you a little bit.” you grinned as you moved to be closer to him, throwing your arms around his neck as he moved to put his hands on your waist.

“Well that’s really sweet of you,” he blushed, “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t missing you today too.” he leaned in and closed the gap between the two of you. The kiss was soft and tender, yet full of passion.

Spencer pulled away with a puzzled look on his face, as if something had just occurred to him, “How did you get into my apartment without a key?”

Your eyes widened, guilt evident on your face. You had hoped that the imminent promise of dinner coupled with the fact that you were so excited to see him would be enough to distract him from the fact that you were seemingly breaking and entering. “Um…” you delayed your response, trying to figure out what to tell him, “I may or may not have bribed your landlord to let me in…” you winced, hoping he wouldn’t be too mad.

“Well, I’m gonna have to have a word with her about that.” He chuckled, leaning in for another kiss.

You moved back to the stove to finish up cooking dinner, while Spencer set the table. The two of you sat down to eat and began what had become your usual dinner table conversation. You asked about his day, which he welcomed the opportunity to ramble on about. You didn’t mind when he rambled. In fact, you enjoyed it, hooked on every word that came out of his mouth. He asked about your day, and to be honest, you rambled just as much, happy to have someone in your life who seemed to genuinely care about how your day went. Needless to say, you guys had gotten much more comfortable around each other than you were the first time you had been invited over. Of course, it didn’t help that the two of you had been busted by his boss in desperate need of a babysitter.

After you had finished eating, Spencer did the dishes, while you picked out a movie to watch with him. When you had first started dating, it quickly became very evident that Spencer had never seen any of the blockbuster movies you loved, nor had you seen any of the foreign films he held so close to heart. So, movie night became a tradition, taking turns showing each other your favorites. In the spirit of fall, you had chosen ‘The Fantastic Mr. Fox’, a childhood favorite of yours.

You had raided his closet before starting the movie, desperate for something comfy to wear. You had chosen a pair of soft, flannel pajama pants and CalTech sweatshirt that smelled just like him. When you returned to the living room, Spencer was already laying down on the couch. You snuggled into him, squished between him and the couch, with your head on his chest and an arm thrown around his stomach. One of his hands was lovingly rubbing your back, but made its way up to your hair as he got more engrossed in the movie. This was your sweet spot. Nothing could put you fast asleep quicker than someone playing with your hair. You began to doze off, and Spencer, exhausted from a long day of paperwork, wasn’t far behind you.

What the two of you did not know was that Emily, JJ, and Penelope had just finished up at a wild girl’s night out. The bar they had chosen was located conveniently close to all of their houses, and coincidentally, right down the street from Spencer’s apartment. The ladies had just begun their walk home when tragedy struck; JJ had to pee.

“Oh c’mon can’t you just hold it?” Emily asked, anxious to get home.

“Yeah, we’re so close to your house Jayje!” Penelope chimed in.

“Guys, no! I’m seriously about to have an emergency. Now, can we please just find someplace to pee?” JJ begged, clearly desperate.

That’s when Penelope had a light bulb moment. “Oh! Why don’t we just pop by Spencer’s place real quick? I’m sure he won’t mind!” She said, excited to have found the solution to JJ’s ever growing problem.

“Sounds good to me!” Emily said, followed by a “Thank God!” from JJ.

As Penelope led her friends to Spencer’s apartment, she had completely forgotten about the secret she had promised to keep. She wasn’t used to Spencer having girls in his apartment, after all.

When they finally arrived at Spencer’s place, JJ frantically knocked on the door, but got no answer. The two of you were fast asleep on the couch inside, with the movie drowning out any noise from outside the apartment.

After knocking for several minutes, and receiving no answer, Emily decided to take matters into her own hands. She pushed past JJ to the door and tried the handle, revealing that it was unlocked. JJ raced down the hall to the bathroom, not noticing what the other girls had.

“Oh no.” Penelope whispered to herself.

“Who is that??” Emily said a little too loudly for Penelope’s liking.

“Shut up! You’re going to wake them up!” Penelope whisper-yelled.

JJ had finally reached the bathroom by this point, slamming the door shut behind her. Spencer jolted awake at the sound, which in turn stirred you awake, too. He looked around for the source of the sound, but instead found two of his coworkers staring at him with wide eyes.

“What are you doing here?” Spencer said exasperated, as he jumped up from the couch.

“Spencer, I am so sorry. I totally forgot about Y/N and that she’s a secret and JJ really had to pee and we were right down the street so I brought them here and I’m really, really sorry.” Penelope spat out, practically at the speed of light.

You sat on the couch, barely awake and trying to process what was going on. You sat up to get a better look at the intruders and realized that you had seen them before in photographs.

“So, are you gonna introduce us to your dirty little secret, Reid?” Emily smirked.

“She’s not my dirty little secret. She’s my-she’s just-” Spencer was cut off. All of the sudden you were next to him, extending your hand to Emily.

“I’m Y/N. Spencer’s girlfriend.” You said it proudly, even if the two of you hadn’t entirely agreed on what you were to each other yet.

This statement elicited what was quite possibly a world record blush from Spencer. He was so happy to hear you call yourself his girlfriend that he had to restrain himself from grabbing your face and kissing you.

Emily and Penelope introduced themselves to you and the four of you made small talk while you waited for JJ. You were happy to get to meet some of the friends you had heard so much about, even if the circumstances were less than ideal.

JJ finally made her way out of the bathroom and noticed you for the first time, “Woah, what did I miss?” she asked.

Spencer jumped into action mode, determined to spare himself from another awkward explanation of why he hadn’t told anyone about you yet, “Nothing!” he said quickly as he began to usher the girls out of the apartment.

You giggled under your breath at him. It was so endearing how determined he was to keep your relationship away from the prying eyes of his profiling friends, to give the two of you the space to figure out your feelings for each other, to spare you from yet another strange and unexpected encounter with his coworkers.

As Spencer walked them out, you couldn’t help but eavesdrop. You listened to the girls asking him all kinds of questions about you. It was incredible how much they managed to ask him between the living room and the doorway. Once Spencer had finally gotten them out of the apartment, you heard him speak. “Can we please just keep this between us. I really, really like this girl and I don’t want to put too much pressure on her by introducing her to you guys already.” They all agreed to keep his secret, solely because he did seem to really like you.

Spencer shut the door and made his way back to you, “I’m really sorry about that,” he chuckled, embarrassment evident on his face, “I seriously have to talk to the team about them showing up here like that.”

“No it’s okay,” you assured him, still swooning at what he had said to his friends, “It was kind of nice actually.” you smiled.

“Oh yeah? How’s that?” Spencer asked, genuinely curious about what you could have possibly enjoyed about that encounter.

“Well, I get to officially be your girlfriend now…” you said sweetly.

Spencer blushed again, thrilled that you were excited to put a label on your relationship, “Yeah,” He giggled, “I guess something good did come out of all that chaos, huh?” he said before leaning in to kiss you, your first kiss as an official couple.

hope y'all enjoyed! I had so much fun writing this one, so I think part 4 will be up sometime next week! ALSO my requests are open so send me something to write :)

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#criminal minds #spencer reid #dr spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid imagine #penelope garcia #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss

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evelyns-envy · 4 months ago

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✎why can't we just...love like kids?

synopsis: you and Aaron Warner's families have been friends for decades. it started with your great grandparents, leading all the way down to the two of you. when Aaron gets overwhelmed at one of Anderson's huge business parties, he seeks refuge in a certain other 15 year old who he may or may not be secretly head over heels for.

warnings! - aaron being soft for once, comfort, aaron ranting, mentions of abuse (anderson), this is in bullet point format bc i find it easier to read!, yelling, aaron on the verge of a panic attack, occasional use of y/n (i know i know im sorry), alcohol!

THIS IS PART ONE FYI PT 2 WILL BE LINKED WHEN FINISHED!

SETTING THE SCENE

before the world went entirely to shit, Paris Anderson would have constant business meetings.

some would end up becoming more of a large party, with quite a bit of drinking involved.

the first family ever on the invite list was yours, considering how far back you guys went.

your father was heavily involved with the Reestablishment, alongside Anderson, causing you and Aaron to get very close very quickly.

while the adults drank, argued, and slurred their harsh words, you and Aaron would seek out a place to truly hear each other speak.

y'all's main "hiding spot" was the lush gardens behind the Anderson Estate.

however, some events would occupy the serene space, causing you and Aaron to opt for his lavish bedroom instead.

as long as you two were together, it really only mattered that you were together, two fifteen year old's just trying to live for a little.

THE 14TH ANNUAL BALL.

Anderson liked to call the business parties "balls" to make it seem fancier than a bunch of spiteful adults mocking each other and yelling.

Aaron however, called them "bitchass anger meetings".

they all sat in the dining hall, massive circular table taking up the entire room, enough chairs to seat about 200 people.

yet the table was split into three different sections!

one section was dedicated to the men and women who were members of the Reestablishment, one for their spouses and the small children, and the last section for the adolescents.

you and Aaron were never more than a seat apart, more than likely right next to each other.

you two were an impermeable duo, no other kids daring to try and come between you both.

when y'all eventually snuck off once the "ball" got rowdy, it was out of the blue to no one.

June 18th, 7:43 PM.

they had begun.

begun the drunken words which they would regret in the morning (or not.)

Aaron had been called over to the adults section by his father about 15 minutes ago.

you could see him there blonde hair slightly messy from your fingers running through it earlier when you were attempting to fix a stray hair.

his suit was perfectly pressed, standing by his father's side as if he was a statue. he didn't move, didn't blink, didn't speak unless spoken to.

how he was raised.

"it's pitiful, truly. he's going to grow up to be just like his daddy, cruel and damn mean."

a voice whispered to your right, snapping you out of your trance.

"Aaron is nothing like Anderson- and he never will be. shut your trap before i staple it shut."

that sort of tone was reserved for people talking shit about the few people you genuinely cared about and would defend with your life- one of them being Aaron Warner.

the girl's eyes went wide and she averted her gaze from you, staring at her plate.

you rolled your eyes, poking uninterestedly at the shredded pork on your plate.

when you look back up at the stiff boy next to Anderson, you find yourself making eye contact with him.

you smiled (like an absolute idiot), and it was visible that was trying not to do the exact same.

you nodded towards the large glass door on the right side of the ballroom, silently hoping he would get the gesture and follow you outside whenever he was dismissed.

he nodded faintly ensuring no one saw him move without permission.

you rose from your seat hastily, eager to get some fresh air (and to see him heheh)

little did you know... it would be a little until your best friend was allowed to leave.

heheh

#aaron warner #evelyn💋#watch me #shatter me #tahereh mafi #kenji kishimoto #juliette ferrars #aaron warner x reader #x reader #aaron warner fluff

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burning-omen · 2 years ago

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Kinktober day 5: Gun Play + Steven Grant

Steven Grant x SHIELD agent!Male!reader

Kinktober 2023 List | Day 1 | Day 6 | Ao3

Summary: After taking a day off, you finally get to go home to your boyfriend, Steven.

(a/n: I MISSED YESTERDAY AND IT SHATTERED MY SOUL INTO A MILLION PIECES IM SORRY I WAS TIRED AND I FORGOT)

Warning: Guns, mention of reader killing and being shot at, reader is close with Nick Fury kinda, oral, hand job, surprisingly gentle sex, obedient Steven Grant, soft top reader, Steven talks to Marc but that's not really a warning I just wanted yall to know that my bbygrl was mention in this fic

Words: 2k

SHIELD has been sending you all over the world as of recently, you didn't complain, you knew your work was important, and the amount of trust you’d gained from Nick Fury came with a lot of off-the-books missions, mostly investigating SHIELD itself. You'd asked from a break, at least a day or so, to get your gear together after you gun, which has been through many, many mission, jammed on you mid encounter. It was embarrassing, luckily the only other people who saw it happen were either dead or in maximum security prison serving life.

Your boyfriend, Steven, wasn't home when you got there, mostly likely at work, or maybe Marc was out on his a mission. Either way, you waited for him.

In the meantime, you decided to finally take care of your gear, you'd brought all of the supplies from SHEILD headquarters before coming home, setting up at Steven’s desk, and moving the book he had lying on the table and a couple of papers into a neat stack. You started with your boots, scrubbing them, changing the insoles, making sure the outsole wasn't damaged beyond a bit of wear from years of use, then setting them aside.

Moving on to your vest, you picked out the metal fragment from the various bullets that had shattered on impact, replacing the aramid padding that- even though it has yet to show signs of any extreme damage- was starting to wear. The bruise on your stomach was proof of that, the vest stopped the bullet from piercing skin, but didn't lessen the impact as it hit you. You sighed, knowing that Steven was going to fuss over it the second he saw the festering bruise.

You moved on to you knives, still pretty sharp, but not as sharp as they should have been. Using the lanksy puck that you definitely were not supposed to take to sharpen a them. Carefully putting them back in their sheaths and reattatching them to your utility belt, which sat in a duffle bag with both your uniform and you newly repaired vest.

Finally, you moved onto the main event, you gun, which was still jammed, turning the safety on before completely disassembling it, staring at the pieces of your revolver on the table. You didn't worry to much about the the bullets, they'd be gone by your next mission anyway.

You took your time with this one, getting into every nook and cranky, blood, dust, and built up metal from the bullets, just a bunch of little things. Reassembly was purely muscle memory, your gun looked and felt brand new. You took the ammo out and dry-fired the gun, it sounded a hell of a lot better- and the hammer dropped without interruption, jam officially gone, you reloaded the gun and sat it on the desk.

It felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, letting the tension slip from your shoulders with a sigh, practically melting into the seat, finnaly able to relax.

And as if he somehow knew that you were officially off duty, you heard Steven fumble with the lock, seemingly dropping the key, a small swear leaving him, before he unlocked the door. He walked around silently for a while, setting down his bag and heading to the kitchen, muttering to himself, or more likely Marc, as he was asking questions about the morning, what they ate for breakfast and where Marc had left the book Steven had been reading before bed.

It took him maybe five minutes to walk back there. He walked straight past you, not paying any attention and b-lining to the bed, to be fair, it was late and Steven wasn't exactly the most observant. You loved him though, so you let him lay there for a moment before calling his name.

He practuscally jumped out of his skin, getting caught in the mess of blankets for moment. Steven was on you faster that you thought was possible. Damn near tackling you, the chair surprisingly holding both of your weight and Steven situated himself in your lap, his legs drapped across yours.

“You're back! When did you fly in?” he asked, a wide smile on his face.

“About three hours ago, where’ve you been?”

He groaned, flopping down against you, his head on your shoulder.

“Job hunting, again.”

“What happened to the uh, what was it, the library, right? I thought you were having fun over there?”

“I was, but they cut the budget and I was new so they dropped me.”

“Aww,” you cooed, running your fingers through his hair, “poor thing.”

He sighed, enjoying the contact after nearly a month apart.

“What about you, I thought you weren't supposed to be back for another two weeks?”

“I wasn't, but..” you grabbed you pistol off the table, you finger on the trigger even though the safety was on and you had no immediate target, “My gun jammed and I asked my boss to give me a day off in order to fix it,”

Stevens's eyes were glued to the gun as you spoke, appreciating every little detail and crevice it held.

You knew about Steven’s affinity for guns, well, you and guns, guns alone did nothing for Steven, but when you held them...

He got quiet, glancing at you only to see you staring back at him with a knowing look on your face.

“Im flying back out tomorrow..”you pointed the gun downward, nudging his legs open with the tip, he complyed without any hesitation. “…i was thinking you and I could-”

“Yes!”

You stared at the man for a moment, almost bewildered before remembering that you've been gone for nearly two months and he's probably been thinking about this since the day you left.

You hummed before saying, “Get on the bed, lay on your back, I want to see you.”

He grinned again, practically running to the bed, shrugging off his jacket and leaving it on the floor, laying down in the bed, hardly able to keep himself still.

You sat at the desk for a short moment, completely removing the ammo from the gun, double checking it to avoid any incidence, then walked over to Steve, who was practically vibrating in excitement.

Kneeling between his legs, you commemorated the image of him, so happy to be fully and utterly yours, to memory.

You pointed the gun on his chest, digging the tip into his shirt, watching his reaction intently, he ceased all movement, staring down at it, taking in the weight on his chest.

“Breathe, Steven.” you said when you noticed he wasn't.

He let out a long, shuttered breath.

“You know I would never hurt you? Right Steven.”

“Oh course..”

“Good, “ you slid the gun down, feeling where his ribs ended and sturdy muscle began. Stopping just below his belly button.

“Strip, slowly, I want to see you.”

He complied easily. Hands shaking as he unbuttoned his shirt, slowly, just like you demanded.

“That's it, good boy..”

Shrugging the shirt off his shoulders, then moving down to his pants. Fumbling with the belt, getting it just before you could offer your help, he kicked his jeans down until they pooled on the floor below.

You stared at him, taking in his smooth skin and every sculpted muscle that you had no one but Marc to thank for.

Running the tip of your pistol lower and lower, running it over the growing tent in his underwear, he shuttered, a light gasp passing his slightly parted lips.

Dragging it across his waist, then down his thigh, Steven watched the gun just as intensely as you watched him. You let your finger hover the trigger, he swallowed hard.

You moved suddenly, lifting the gun to his head, right between his eyes. He squeezed his eyes shut, breathing hard, he never hid how he felt, not with you, he felt like he didn't have to, or more accurately, he couldn't. You were an agent of SHEILD, you were trained to see through lies.

Moving your hand down ever so slightly, pressing the gun against his lips.

“Open.”

For the forth time tonight, he obeyed. Taking the tip in his mouth, then more, sucking and licking like the gun could feel it.

The effects it had on you were innumerable.

You hummed softly, adjusting your grip. You watched him, he seemingly never got bored, the imagined danger and thrill perpetuating him, eager to please cold steel.

You tugged slightly, and he let it go, lips wet with saliva.

The way he looked at you, his eyes low, cheeks flushed, breathing like he'd just run a hundred miles.

“You're being so good, Steven, so obedient. You must have really missed me..”

He nodded rapidly, “I missed you, I missed you so much-”

You shushed him, “I know, I know. I shouldn't have to leave you here, all on your own, I should be here to protect you at all times..”

He nodded along- you both knew that he didn't need the protection, but fuck it kept you here he’d be your damsel in distress forever.

Rubbing the wet tip down his chest, then right above his cock, tapping the trigger, watching him flinch at every move. He watched so intently, his breath shaky and loud, you were unpredictable, yet he couldn't wait to see what you did next.

Nudging the tip of the gun past the elastic waistband of his underwear, pulling them down.

Steven couldn't stay still, his brain and body running a million miles an hour. Slowly, you sunk down between his legs, your gun pressed right up against the center of his chest. You knew the position would get uncomfortable soon, so you decided to make this as quick as you could.

“Don’t move.” he didn't nod, or talk, just immediately playing along.

Taking your free hand, you guided Steven's hard cock, shiny with pre-cum to your mouth.

He was always sensitive, but your tongue had hardly even pressed the tip of his cock before he was a whimpering, whining mess. Hs adrenaline was spiked, of course he was more susceptible that ever right now. Taking him as deep as you could, feeling him press against the back of your throat. His hands balled into the bedsheets bellow, nearly tearing them in his hands.

Running your tongue on the underside of his cock, then swirling it around the tip, never taking your eyes off of him. His little whines growinh louder and more desperate.

You pulled away when you felt him start bucking into your mouth. Taking a short moment to wipe your mouth of both spit and pre cum.

You lifted slightly, wrapping your hand around his now perfectly lubed cock. Stroking him nice and slow, soft moans falling from his lips.

He whined your name over and over, obedience and his composure, the latter of which was had been already hanging on by a thread before you ever put your mouth or hands on him, waining. He loved nights like these when you were gentle but still so very obviously in control.

“Y/n- y/n, I'm so close, please, Love, please-”

You tightened your grip on the gun, pressing it harder into his chest, he moaned at the feeling.

You never sped up, watching him build up the his orgasm nice and slow, and when his mouth fell open in a long moan and his eyes squeezed so tightly shut you're sure he was seeing stars behind them.

Then- you squeezed the trigger. Nothing came out but Steven gasped hard like he’d been hit. His hips twitched up into your hand, cum pouring out all over your fingers. Even when that stopped, his orgasm still seemed to flow through him, his body drawn tight as he came down.

“Y/n..” he panted, “you're good, so good-”

Dragging the gun down, right into the pool of cum at the base of his stomach, then bringing it up to your mouth, licking it off.

“Come on, Steven, we're not done..”

#x male reader #male reader #male!reader #kinktober #male s/o #x male!reader #kinktober 2023 #steven grant x male reader #steven grant x male!reader

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zethwritesss · 2 years ago

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‘good morning babe’; a morning with your girlfriend, ellie; a very fluffy drabble/fic thingy

warnings: cursing, FLUFF!!! (idk why this is there oh well), established relationship, cuddles, mention of nsfw content.

synopsis: ellie helps get you up in the morning (+ some cuddles)

a/n: dedicated to y’all who hate mornings, figured i’d write this because i’ve been thinking abt it non stop- also i hope that the audio helps this little fic come to life a bit more!! i’ve done the audio to be read alongside the fic, or it can be just as a stand alone thing. ALSO reader is gender neutral!!

word count: 0.8 k

you heard your curtains get thrown to the side, allowing the way-too-bright sunlight to stream into your room. you decided to shove your face into some pillows and groaned.

you felt a hand lightly rub circles on your back. it took a few seconds for your senses to kick in. and fully register what’s going on around you.

you were lying on your stomach, your girlfriend sat down on your bedside.

“good morning babe-”

“elsss- ‘s too earlyyy…” you groaned, voice raspy, barely understandable as you had shoved your face into some pillows.

“i know i know… i’m not a morning person either so i get it. you were up pretty late last night huh?” ellie said, still rubbing your back.

you nod your head in response. you were indeed up late last night, sometime in-between 3-4 am. you didn’t even register ellie coming into your room, opening your curtains and sitting at your bedside.

”mhm wannagobacktobeddd” you mumbled incomprehensibly.

“hmm? what on earth did you just say?” ellie chuckled at your statement. you groaned in frustration, it was too early for you to deal with ellie’s shenanigans.

“can i have twenty more minutes of my fucking beauty sleep?”

“oh! now that gets the point across. i say ten more minutes.” ellie said, hoping you’d take her offer of an extra ten more minutes of rest.

“ten? els it’s too early for your shit. ” you protest.

“ten.” ellie said remaining firm on her stance.

“twenty.”

“what about fifteen? and i’ll join you-”

‘thank fucking god finally a viable option’ you thought to yourself.

“fine.” you grumbled.

“then move over so i have some room.”

ellie chuckled.

“but- im soooo comfyyy-“

“babe.”

“ellieee.” you cooed, your were extremely comfy in your bed, buried in your sage coloured duvet.

“well i’m making room for myself since someone‘s too stubborn to do it themselves!”

ellie shoved you over a little bit and climbed into bed, lying on her side, making sure she was able to see her sleepy partner. you were now face to face with her.

“hi!” ellie said with a slight smile.

“hi!” you reply, making eye contact with your beloved els. her sparkling green eyes, and freckled face mesmerizing you.

“how was your sleep?” she asks you, as you feel her hand come up to stroke your cheek. your felt your cheeks turn warm in response to her gesture.

“was good, needed more though.”

“don’t stay up too late then…”

ellie had a point, your sleep schedule had been all over the place.

“ellieee i know you are noooo better than me…”

ellie looked down at your statement, ashamed that you called her out.

“okay okay… yeah i think we both need to sort our sleep schedules out…”

you nod in response. you loved mornings with your girlfriend, she made them a lot more tolerable than before. ellie did have a point though!

“anddd how was yours?” you ask her.

“mine was good, glad to hear yours was good too! soo what were you up to so late?” ellie asked you.

“i just couldn’t fall asleep, your sleep talking didn’t help me… it was almost sleep yelling!” you say, giggling to yourself as you remember what ellie said in her sleep.

“well, what was i sleep talking about?”

“it was something about a horse, i think you were riding it, you kept telling it to giddy up”

ellie chuckled in response to you telling her about her sleep talking shenanigans.

“i do remember dreaming about being a cowboy- that’s probably it! didn’t think i’d be sleep talking though!”

“on this topic of riding, when can i ride you?”

you smirked, you liked to mess around with ellie. it was fun making her flustered and speechless.

“i- i- wow- wasn’t expecting that one at 11:32 in the morning… maybe later tonight-” ellie said, biting her bottom lip as her face went bright red at your comment.

“yeehaw!” you exclaim with a smirk on your face.

“up you get now-“

“but… ellie it hasn’t-”

“nuh uh- no buts. come on babe…” ellie tutted, with a grin on her face.

“whatcha-” you ask, followed by a squeal as ellie hits you with a pillow. then she quickly hops out of the bed, in case you were to retaliate.

“OKAY- OKAY. I’M UP!” you exclaim, sitting up on your bed.

“there we go- okay so now that you’re up i’ll leave you be. if you’re ready in fifteen, breakfast is on me!” ellie teased, before heading out of your bedroom.

you used to hate mornings, they were slow and draining at times. but with ellie they’re much more manageable, minus ellie’s tactics with a pillow.

“ALSO I’LL GET YOU BACK FOR HITTING ME WITH A PILLOW” you yell at your girlfriend, whose light chuckles could be heard from down the hall.

taglist: @elliessknife @little-star-bun @no-nameno-face @anchoeritic @solaceocean @winfleurs

#tlou fanfiction #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams fluff #zethwritesssfanfic

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timetodecidedjo · 9 months ago

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POOLVERINE NATION

i wrote it. i wrote the Friends fic.

i apologize in advance if it’s not as good as it could be, im a little rusty bc these 2 literally pulled me back into fic writing and i haven’t put anything out in years 🤣 it’s also not beta read so my apologies if it sounds jumbly and grammatically fucked up lmao.

if ya feel like reading some of my other work, you can read more on AO3, username xuaerduobb.

thank you for the motivation and for feeding into my fixation @greatsnakestintin and @avenging-captain ❤️💛

“Good morning!” Dopinder announced as he strolled into the apartment, a bit early to pick up Althea to take her to the grocery store. Logan typically did most of the since he was usually the one making all the meals, but every now and again, Al would want to get out of the apartment and do it herself. Al liked to hit the stores early in the morning before the crowds got to be too much, so Dopinder was instructed to be at the apartment for 7AM. He didn’t mind helping her out, and if anything, he really enjoyed the company.

Logan, just finishing making the three of them breakfast, sat down next to Wade at the kitchen table, his coffee now at an acceptable temperature. Wade was already suited up (sans the mask so he could eat) because he had a debriefing that morning at the Avengers Headquarters and was leaving right after he finished his breakfast. Logan took a sip of his black coffee from the Spice Girls mug he had found in the cupboard just as he felt Wade’s hand rest on his thigh underneath the table.The merc used his fingers to brush up against Logan’s blue flannel pajama bottoms, causing a shiver to roll up his leg. He took a deep breath as he soaked up Wade’s touch, trying his best to not arouse suspicion to the others.

You see, Wade and Logan, up until the last few months or so, had been at each other’s necks, bickering and squabbling at everything and nothing. Eventually, one magical night when they were both out working a small job over a few days in another city, it happened. After a long night of working a stakeout, they retreated back to the crummy motel they were staying in and had the talk. You know, the talk two people have when they’re both deeply in love with each other but won't admit it. It was the talk where you stay up all night just happy to be there to listen to what the other has to say, even if it’s mostly utter nonsense. Truthfully, both men had grown so tired of the constant fighting that was really just flirting in disguise. Logan had been the one to initiate the kiss that would turn into months of secret sex capades all the while they were falling more and more in love with each other. It had been absolutely perfect with no one else butting in on their developing relationship, and let’s face it, the sneaking around was a hell of a lot of fun too. They just wanted to keep it for themselves for a bit while it was still so new, so they couldn’t mess things up just yet.

“Punching the clock early this morning, DP?” Dopinder asked as he sat down on the old tattered couch in the living room. He turned his body to the side so that they could still talk from across the room.

Wade took a big bite of his scrambled eggs and swallowed them down with a sip of coffee made just the way he liked it. Logan always got it right.

“Crime doesn’t take a day off, Dopinder. Someone has to stay vigilant to protect the world against evil. You know, like wicked senators or money hungry Girl Scouts.”

“I truly admire your willingness to stand up for the little guy, Mr. Pool,” Dopinder grinned, stars practically shooting out of his eyes.

Logan rolled his eyes and groaned, looking over at their friend across the room.

“He’s going to a meeting, don’t feed into his bullshit.”

The merc glanced over at Logan and then at the imaginary audience in front of him.

“He’s just jealous because he’s basically my house husband now, but it’s fine. We’ll talk about it later in couple’s counseling, which we both desperately need, but not for our relationship. Mostly because of all the other life altering trauma.”

“Welp. Daddy’s off to work, kitten,” Wade said as he stood up from the table with his mask in his hand. The merc leaned down to plant a big juicy kiss on Logan’s lips, wanting to savor it as much as he could before having to leave for the day. When their eyes met, Logan looked at Wade with so much love and adoration… until both idiots finally realized what had just happened, and boy, did it hit them both like a ton of bricks. As far as everyone else knew, Wade and Logan didn’t kiss and they weren’t romantic with each other. Wade was no stranger to being touchy feely with pretty much everyone, but this wasn’t just being touchy feely and this wasn’t just anyone. This was Logan. This was Wade and Logan.

Wade, making an executive decision, walked around to the other side of the kitchen table and took Al’s chin into his hands, pressing a kiss to her lips.

“Have a great time at the supermarket, Althea. Make sure to grab some more French toast sticks. We’re running low.”

“What the fuck! What the hell was that about?!” Al screeched in her chair as she tossed her fork down onto the plate, causing a sharp pang in everyone’s ears.

Wade continued on his kissing rampage and planted a big one right onto Dopinder’s mouth, a total look of shock and horror plastered all over his face.

“Dopinder! Always a pleasure!” The merc chimed and walked away as he pulled his mask over his cancer ridden face. Logan stood up and followed Wade out of the door, keeping his cool as best as he could and trying to play all of this off as if it was nothing but Wade being Wade. He shut the door behind them and smacked his boyfriend on the shoulder.

“I understand why you did what you did and I appreciate it, but did you have to kiss Al? She’s fuckin’ blind, idiot!”

Wade just stood there and stared at his lover for a second, probably the longest he had ever gone without saying anything while he was conscious.

“Do you not remember when she almost caught us a few weeks ago? She hears everything, honey badger. Everything! The walls are paper thin. I had to cover my bases.”

Shaking his head in disbelief, The Wolverine sighed and smacked his hand to his face, knowing full well he was going to have to try to come up with some kind of story where he stabbed Wade in the hallway for kissing him.

“Please come home to me in one piece,” Logan pleaded when he looked up, using his best puppy dog eyes.

With one swift movement, the merc had pulledc his mask off to give Logan one final kiss until he could come home later in the day.

“Always, peanut.”

#deadpool #wade wilson #marvel #poolverine #deadpool and wolverine #wolverine #logan howlett #deadclaws #fanfic

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Hi!! Youre writing Is everything!! Cant really stop! I have no idea how to use this app, I Guess this Is where we ask for ideas for you to write? Anyway Im obsessed with this trio, but very much would like to read about Leo/Regulus friendship, I think Leo would be such a good friend, great advices, so suportive and so mature, or maybe just being his 19 yo self... Thanks anyway ❤️

Oh, I LOVE a good Leo/Regulus friendship moment! In this story I wrote, they're a little older than 19. Maybe 21? 22? Right before Reg's senior year of college? But they're having fun fishing- I headcanon Leo as a HUGE fisherman. It just relaxes him, and he just loves to sit out on the water in the early morning with a cup of coffee, by himself or with QUIET company, and catch some bass. Or trout, maybe, but I see him more as a spin or sea fisherman than a fly fisherman. I think that's probably something he gets into in retirement, though, and I DEFINITELY think it's something that Logan and Finn just CANNOT get into (except for sea fishing; I think Logan likes it 'cause it's on the ocean, and Finn likes it because he can nap in the sun and he doesn't have to be AS quiet). Hence, Regulus makes the PERFECT fishing companion: he's chill, he's quiet, and he is DEFINITELY an early riser. Plus, Leo just loves to spend time with his best friend, he loves him so much. <3

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

P.S. Yes, this is where you all send me prompts for any ideas that you have that you want me write! It can be done anonymously or not, it's up to your discretion. And my asks are ALWAYS open, so I accept ideas at any time. Depending on how many prompts I have and how long it takes me to write each one (some are longer than others, like any AUs where I have to make a story base of my own, which is really fun!), I might not publish it for up to a month, but rest assured I am working on it!

Leo took in a deep breath of the cool morning air of the lake, letting his head fall back to absorb the warm sun. Beside him, Regulus was doing the same, fishing rod held loosely in his hand as he reeled in slowly. Leo followed suit, not wanting to let the line slack too much, and kept his eye on the bobber as it floated in the still water. There were no bugs this early, and the only sounds were the bird calls and the world waking up around them. Every now and then, the canoe rocked with the water, but other than that everything was still and calm.

“This is nice,” Regulus whispered. “Thanks for dragging me out of bed.”

Leo laughed quietly as he reeled in the last of his line, drawing his rod over his shoulder before flicking his wrist and sending the lure sailing to plop softly in the water again. “No problem.” He squeezed his rod in between his knees briefly before reaching into the cooler beside him and pulling out a bag. “Zucchini bread?”

“Please.”

Leo handed Regulus a piece and sat back for a moment, holding the bread in his mouth while he reeled in a bit, watching as the line uncurled on top of the water. He finished his piece, then took a sip of coffee from his thermos. “Honestly, feels good to get out of the city. I didn’t realize how lucky I was in New Orleans, having both the city and the water right there.”

“Mm,” Regulus hummed. He swallowed around his own sip of coffee. “I never went fishing before Lyall took me the summer of Sirius and Remus’ wedding.”

Leo looked carefully at Regulus, but he was as stoic as ever, eyes contemplatively looking out over the lake. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He cleared his throat. “It wasn’t- you know. My parents just cared about hockey.” He laughed a little humorlessly. “I don’t even think they cared about it that much, either. Just what it brought them.” His eyes looked down into his lap. “What Sirius and I brought them.”

Leo felt a twinge of sadness tug at his gut. “Reg…”

Regulus looked at him and smiled slightly. “It’s okay, Le. I’m better now.” He shrugged. “At least I get to do it now, I guess. For myself. Fishing is freedom, or something.”

Leo nodded. “Yeah,” he whispered. “Yeah, I guess it is.” He nudged Regulus’ knee with his own. “Still, I’m here if you- you know. Need to talk.”

Regulus nudged him back. “I know you are.” He settled back onto the little portable seat he’d put on the bench under him. “But honestly? I kind of like the quiet. Sirius might not seem like it, but he’s so loud and annoying sometimes. Both him and Remus, my God.”

Leo laughed, a little too loudly for the hour. He probably scared off some fish, but he didn’t care. “Honestly, I’m not surprised. Logan is the same way. He and Finn together at home are just- chaotic, sometimes. Lots of energy.”

Regulus snorted. “Finn has energy everywhere. Logan just feeds off him, I swear.” He gave Leo a once over. “You calm them down, though.”

That made Leo all warm inside. “Yeah. I guess I do.”

Regulus wrinkled his nose. “Get that look off your face, this is our time.” He turned back to the water. “You’re all so fucking gross.”

Leo rolled his eyes playfully. “Don’t pretend you don’t like hanging out with us. You and Logan are quite the team when we go to the bar, you know.” He reeled in the rest of his line. “I can’t believe you got him to do karaoke.”

Regulus bit back against a smile. “Well. He had a lot to drink.”

“Yeah, and who’s fault was that? Finn and I certainly didn’t order him that many rum and cokes. We know better.”

“What can I say? College has a bad influence on me.” He took another sip of his coffee and pointed a finger at Leo. “And your boyfriends were once frat boys, don’t you forget. They know how to have a good time.”

Leo smiled out at the water. “They do. They’re trouble.”

Regulus cast his rod again. “Are they upset I’ve stolen you?”

Leo considered this for a minute. “Not really. I think Finn is a bit- I don’t know, he can get kinda clingy at this point in the summer, right before Logan goes back to New York. But he’ll be okay.” Leo watched the bobber float on top of the water. “We talked about it before I left. We’re people outside of the fact that we’re dating, and you’re also leaving soon, so I need to spend time with you. I think he sometimes forgets that, because… well…”

Regulus smirked. “You’re his entire fucking world?”

Leo tisked and kicked Regulus’ foot. His face was warm. “Shut up.” He sighed. “I don’t know, I think it’s more that his social circle really is the Lions, or his brother, or his college friends. And they all play hockey. Which is fine.” He cast again. “And that circle also includes me and Logan. So it’s just what he’s used to. But I’ve got other friends, you know? And Logan has Luke, who is definitely, like, just his friend.”

Regulus looked at him with a furrowed brow. “Do you think- is that going to be, like, a problem for Finn?”

Leo shook his head. “No. I don’t think so. I mean, you’re friends with people who have similar interests as you, right? And he loves hockey- he would, even if he didn’t play.” He reeled in a bit. “I just think it sometimes limits his perspective. That, and the fact that he doesn’t really have to try to see his best friends, because they’re all together for hours every day. But we’re working on it.” He looked at Regulus, who was biting the inside of his cheek. “He’s happy I’m here, don’t worry. And I’m happy to be here. This fishing weekend is for us, not for boyfriends.”

That made Regulus snort. “How about I tell them you said that?”

“Oh, don’t, please. Finn will put on his pout, and Logan will just stare at me, and then- I just…”

“Can’t resist them?”

Leo sighed in defeat. “No. They’re pretty convincing. And pretty pretty.”

“Ew.”

“Ha-ha.” He flashed his eyes at Regulus and winked. “Don’t worry, Reg, you’re pretty, too.”

Regulus fake gagged. “Oh my God, that’s so gross. You’re so gross.”

“I love you, too.”

Then, suddenly, Regulus’ rod bent so far it curved over the edge of the boat.

“Holy shit!” Regulus exclaimed. He sat up straighter, bracing his core. He jerked the rob up, hooking the line, and began to reel. “Shit, fuck, Le, this is a big one.”

Leo reeled his own rod in and set it aside, reaching for the net they brought. “You got it, c’mon. Is it hooked well?”

“Yup.”

“Okay.” Leo turned around, leaning carefully over to see where Regulus had reeled the fish in close to the side of the boat. He laughed. “Holy shit, Reg.”

“What?”

“Fucking pig, look at it!” Leo reached down with the net. “Reel just a bit more- there!” He brought the net up, Regulus and him wearing matching goofy grins. “Look at her.”

Regulus laughed, reaching into the net to gently take the hook out of the fish’s mouth, and held it up. It was the length of his forearm, and fat. “Big ass bass.”

“Bitch ass bass, as Finn would say.” Leo slapped Reg’s shoulder. “Holy fuck, lemme get a picture.”

Regulus posed with a smile, cheeks red from the exertion of reeling in the fish. It was calm in his gentle hands. Leo took a few pictures, then set his phone back in the waterproof bag.

“Good?” Regulus asked.

“Fucking awesome.” Leo leaned in to look at the bass a bit closer. “Look at the gorgeous color on her. Well fucking done.”

“Merci.” Regulus carefully moved over to the edge of the boat and leaned over, setting the fish in the water. “Bye, fishy.”

They watched it squirm away until it blended with the dark color of the lake. Regulus sat back, satisfied, and picked up his rod again.

“Well,” he said. “Time to catch another one.” He raised his eyebrows challengingly at Leo. “See who gets the most before lunch?”

Leo grinned widely. “You’re so fucking on.”

Then they both cast at the same time, their lures flashing in the brightening sun before rippling in the water.

#lumosinlove #leo knut #regulus black #vaincre #sweater weather #coast to coast #logan tremblay #finn o'hara #o'knutzy #leo is a *fisherman* angel #I just know he has ALL the gear and some REAL GOOD fishing snacks and sandwiches #seriously he could be on an Orvis catalogue or some shit #regulus is just so happy to be there he feels so free :)#he was a little confused at first when leo taught him but now he definitely has the hang of it and really likes fishing #i think they do a fishing weekend every summer at least once or twice #brotime at its finest #finnlo are totally at home like: our husband has gone off to war and we might never see him again WHAT WILL WE DO WITHOUT HIM WE MISS HIIII

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