#but oooh the intimacy of that moment and those few words will never not hit me like a train!

[chelleisamazing]

"I can't believe how wrong I was about you 😞"

"Most people are 🥺"

Not me full-on crying watching a sex scene I've already seen like 128 times..

[poedamern]

show me those hazel eyes

y/n and rooster play a little game at the local bar, tensions ensue.

pairing: bradley bradshaw (rooster) x f!reader wordcount: roughly 1,400 words warnings: alcohol, cursing, flirting, slight sexual talk, fluff, tension!! A/N: okay so basically i watched top gun: maverick and fell in love. what more can i say? as a famous tweet i read once said, is top gun propaganda? yes, and i'm also taking a propa ganda at miles teller. (gif is mine!) hope you guys enjoy this!

"alright rooster, seeing as you're so confident—." placing your glass down heavily onto the bar, you turn your body towards rooster and close your eyes.

"what colour are my eyes?"

the other top gun graduates snicker at the question, chuckling between each other as rooster's face drops ever so slightly.

"shit." he curses under his breath before taking a scull of his beer. two could play this game. "do you really think I don't remember what colour your eyes are?" rooster questions in a playful tone, in reality, stalling.

"oh i'm positive you don't know." you smirk, eyes still closed. "it's hard to get you to look at me straight without blushing."

you're teasing now, intentionally putting him on the spot in front of everyone like this. the whispers from the others continue.

he scoffs, tilting his head ever so slightly. "ah right, right. i'm the one blushing. sure." he says nonchalantly, brushing off his slightly bruised ego.

you chuckle to yourself, proud of the little game you were playing. but your joke is cut short as you feel the weight of your bar stool tip off balance.

you make an audible gasp but manage to keep your eyes closed as your hands fly to the seat, keeping your balance as rooster grabs the edge your seat. one-handed, he drags you towards him, across the sticky wooden floor, right up until your knees hit his inner thighs.

you can feel his strong gaze on you, hot breath fanning across your cheek as a collective 'oooh' fills the room, the act causing a commotion in the group.

"what a show-off." phoenix playfully rolls her eyes, snickering to fanboy next to her. "i mean, that was pretty slick," he comments back, egging on rooster's behaviour.

having them all watch on like this, plus the reduced space between you and rooster, you were starting to feel the repercussions of your game come back to you, hard.

"you underestimate me sweetheart." rooster whispers. the name sends shivers down your spine. a little louder now, he teases back. "i think i'd remember those hazel eyes underneath me any day." the group now cheers, laughing.

he came for blood, so blood he shall receive.

"come on bradshaw, we all know you like women on top." you retort back shortly after. the game wasn't up just yet.

you hear phoenix laugh the loudest, cheering you on with a few of the others as they thud the ends of their pool cues on the floor.

your cheeks were burning as if they were about to melt off your face, you'd blame it on the alcohol but both of you knew the real reason.

for years, the tension between you both had been a slow burn, never ever reaching its peak. at most the two of you shared in intimacy was a heated glance, the grazing of hands— this however was all just banter.

"so hazel. is that your final answer?" you stray from the topic, knowing your heart was about to give out if it went any longer.

he hums approvingly, deep in his throat. "final answer."

taking a cautious breath, you open your eyes. as the hazy blur of your vision fades, you realise just how close he was to you. only inches away, rooster sat, legs spread, incasing your own as he stared right into your eyes. you can't help but glance from his eyes to his lips, only for a moment, before flicking back up.

"well for once in your life rooster, your confidence paid off—"

"—you should have had more faith in me." he smiles, shrugging his shoulders as he lifts his hands up in success. he gives you his iconic victory smolder, if only he knew how well it worked on you.

the group comes to gather around to inspect your eye colour, unbeknownst to you, having taken bets on your eye colour on the side, a few of them groaning at their loss, while others cheered.

payback takes a loss, slapping a nearby table. "damn, could've sworn she had blue eyes. since when have they been hazel?"

"not much of a ladies' man are you payback?" hangman teases as he shoves payback's arm, having succeeded in his little bet. something tells you he's responsible for the bet to begin with.

"lucky guess, asshole." you wink playfully at rooster before looking back to the group, rolling your eyes.

the graduates go back to bickering with each other and playing pool as they discussed more betting possibilities for the night, more opportunities for the losers to win back their money.

for a moment you almost, almost, forget rooster sitting in front of you, but the hand now on your thigh brings you back to the close proximity. it burns to the touch.

when you lock eyes, it feels as if it's just the two of you in this crowded, stuffy bar. confidence or alcohol? maybe both? either way, he's never touched you like this before.

"hm." rooster ponders to himself, taking in your features for a moment, his somewhat endearing facial expressions making your chest swell. "they really are hazel" he notes, now making strong, borderline deadly, eye contact with you.

your blush only grows. "so you really did just guess, didn't you?" you laugh, punching his chest lightly.

he laughs, chuffed with his chances. "well yeah, come on now." he loosens up his posture, seemingly coming back down to earth. "i know you better in the skies than i do down here. eye colour isn't exactly on the top of my y/n cheat sheet."

"you have a cheat sheet on me? awh." you tease once more.

"hey, it was rhetorical —don't give me that look." you both laugh at his poor attempt in taking back the comment. but as you both joke around, the thought settles in your mind and sets an uncertain weight in your chest.

i know you better in the skies than i do down here.

in a lot of ways, he was right, and maybe deep down you wished that wasn't the case. these past few years had been hard on you both, but was it so selfish to imagine what could be built on if you both just had a bit more time?

lost in your thoughts, you feel a sudden warmth spread across your fingers, rooster's hand now lacing with yours. he must have noticed the change in your demeanor.

"—but maybe we could change that." there's a warm glint in his eyes.

"what do you mean?" you tilt your head slightly, hand naturally interlacing with his.

"well— getting to know you better down here." he shrugs, somewhat bashful. if only hangman was watching him now.

"and how do you suppose we do that, bradley?" the use of his first name causes him to smile.

"let's start with tonight." his confidence is now radiating, his own cheeks slightly pink. "how about a few tunes by the piano, a beer or two, with you next to me?"

"that—" you hesitate, feeling butterflies in your stomach. "that sounds perfect." you stand up from the stool, glancing down at him.

you bring your hand up to his cheek, it's warm, slightly sweaty to the touch in the summer night heat. he stays in place, unmoving if only to lean into your touch.

you lean down gently and place a soft kiss on his cheekbone. "think of it as a reward for your answer, or should i say lucky guess." you gaze down properly at him this time, as he did with you, taking in his features.

a mischievous smile crawls onto his lips. "don't tell me— are you only now just realising i also have hazel eyes?" he jokes, hand now on your waist. when did that get there?

you scoff and roll your eyes, nudging your knee into his thigh. "of course not." you lie, scoffing again for effect as your hand trails down his chest, grabbing the sunglasses that sat in his shirt, and stealing them for yourself.

"hey!" he laughs, trying to keep you in place.

you playfully put the shades on and smirk. "come on piano man, play me those tunes you were talking about." walking off towards the piano, you motion for him to follow.

he shakes his head before turning to the bar staff. "two beers by the piano please? thanks." he sets down some notes on the counter before following your tail.

he was on to you with that one. but you'd never give him the satisfaction of knowing you thought his eyes were brown this entire time.

you could've sworn.

[jinjikook]

Pretty in Pink (M)

🎃 word count: 1.2k

🎃 genre: mild smut (mostly suggestive) ; domestic au

🎃 pairing: reader/jeonghan

🎃 warning(s)/kink(s): lingerie, spanking, suggestive scenes

🎃 summary: as a good girlfriend, you felt the need to ease the stress of your hardworking boyfriend by wearing what he loved to see you in most: lace.

🎃 requested by: trysexual22 - “Hey I wanna request some Jeonghan from SEVENTEEN with long hair, who has a kink for seeing his girl in lace/lingerie with spanking? Like he ties his hair up when shits about to get serious ??? Oooh that would be hot af ”

🎃 music: don’t stop - blackbear 

🎃 masterlist + kinktober 2017

Jeonghan was a man of simple tastes.

He liked vanilla ice cream and days at the beach; not too picky or particular on what goes on his burgers and he didn’t mind overcast weather.

He also had quite a thing for lace.

Specifically, you in said lace.

It’s why you’d constantly kept your small collection of lingerie ever expanding, in hopes to always please your loving boyfriend. If any of the “performances” after seeing you in those outfits were anything to go by, you’d say he liked it—Hell, you’d go as far to say he loved it.

Today was no different, a new set fresh from the store and still unseen by your significant other. He had called earlier, clearly stressed from his nine-to-five day job, something about his coworker screwing up the numbers and setting them back just before a big deadline.

You worried what this entailed, feeling like it meant that Jeonghan wasn’t going to be home on time, or home at all if he pulled an all-nighter at the office like he has in the past. But he’d mentioned that his boss gave him some slack and let him go home late tonight, as long as he’d come in early to try and fix the mistakes in time.

This all meant that Jeonghan was no doubt fuming, exhausted and running on little to no sleep; probably with a few too many caffeinated drinks in his bloodstream being the only thing keeping his eyes open. This also meant that it was your duty to put a smile back on his face, or at least make the night a little less shitty for him.

So you made dinner—his favorite—and dressed up in a pretty set of baby pink lace lingerie to surprise him with when you disrobed later on, after he’s settled into bed and the most desperate for intimacy.

When the door clicked shut, you felt like an actress on set: ready to play your role.

“Honey, something smells amazing,” Jeonghan stepped into the house, toeing off his shoes with a loud clatter by the door. When he rounded the corner, the lavender haired man was met with your soft smile and dinner all laid out, ready for him to devour.

“Wow, all this for me? Baby, I can’t believe one little call made all this happen…” He was impressed and astounded, moving quick to give you a long kiss just to show just how much he appreciated the gesture. His tongue was lazy and slow, a testament to just how tired he was. You hoped he still had a little bit of fire in his veins for later, if to at least properly enjoy the small little bit of effort you had put in to make the entire night worthwhile.

He ate faster than he kissed, shoveling spoonful after spoonful into his mouth as if you were going to take it away from him at any moment. You stifled a laugh at his enthusiasm, knowing full and well that it wasn’t your best dish but it clearly was enough for Jeonghan based on his ability to clear his plate so quick.

“Amazing, I would never expect any less from you.” Jeonghan hummed appreciatively and rose to help you clear the table, washing dishes with his sleeves rolled up. Water splashed occasionally onto the crisp white fabric, darkening it in spots and splotches. You took a moment of vulnerability to ball up some suds and blow them at him, giggling loudly at how he sputtered.

“You got soap in my mouth!” He spit out the non-existent bubbles that he swore were still on his tongue and you batted away as he tried to retaliate with wet hands that only served to make the floor wet and slippery. “Don’t think you won’t pay for that later!” He called out to you as you ran for cover somewhere in the living room of your cozy apartment.

You muffled your laughter into the sleeve of your sweater, listening intently to the sound of the faucet being turned off and Jeonghan sarcastically grumbling about how you “left him with all the work”. Rolling your eyes at his bland humor, you watched his shadowed figure make its way to the bedroom.

Time to move your final pawn into place.

Jeonghan groaned as he stretched, the material of his now damp dress shirt pulling taut with the movement. You slinked into the room, as silently as possible while he sat on the edge of the bed and ran a hair through his lovely locks.

His hair was sort of a unique piece of him; something that just seemed to set him apart from the others while simultaneously making him that much more irresistible to you.

With ease, you pulled off the oversized sweater and pulled the drawstring loose on the baggy shorts you’d worn underneath. They both dropped with a muffled thump, Jeonghan turning to see what made the noise.

When he’d laid eyes on you in the aforementioned ensemble, he felt his heart skip a beat.

“Something new to ease your stress,” You began, giving him a moment to take it all in. “Do you like it?”

He nodded numbly, eyes glued to the contours of your body being hugged so well by the sweet pink lace. Every stitch, seam and detail seemed to fit your curves in a way that made Jeonghan weak at the knees.

“You really need to loosen up, love.” You approached your boyfriend with a swing and sway of your hips, sitting next to him and rubbing at his tensed up shoulders. “Maybe you just need to let all that frustration out—I wonder how?” You teased, Jeonghan’s eyes already lighting up as he imagined all the things he’d like to do.

With a lick of his lips, he positioned you over his lap, ass high. Jeonghan tugged a black hair elastic off his wrist and began to secure his long, purple locks into a loose ponytail—there was no way he was missing any of this.

Jeonghan let his hands wander, traveling down your body appreciatively before landing onto your lower back and easing down to your rear. It was only seconds of his soft, tentative touches before he landed his first hard blow, making you jerk forward and whimper.

He followed suit with two more spanks on alternating cheeks, making your skin bloom in painful bursts with each hit.

You hissed as he rubbed on the stinging marks on your ass before he licked the palm of his hand, returning to spank you twice as hard. It served to make you squirm and writhe in his hold—though you weren’t sure if it was because you wanted to get away from his hands or have them on you more.

Once he was satisfied with how sore he’d made your bottom, Jeonghan pulled you up and brought you into a messy kiss, tangling his hands into your hair. He seated you onto his lap but the sensation had made you hiss again at the contact and jump up to pull away from the touch on your bottom.

“Looks like we’re gonna have to find a way to finish the night off without hurting this pretty little ass of yours anymore.” Jeonghan smiled a salacious grin and threw you onto the mattress, undoing his solid black tie and beginning to unbutton his dress shirt, already feeling energy returning to him tenfold.

He proved to have plenty of fire left in him for the remainder of the night, and part of the morning too.

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

Two weeks had passed since the day Levi and Erwin had fought, both alpha's were acting like it never happened, but he still felt uncomfortable. Even now, at Hanji's practice, Eren was between the pair and waiting for something to set them off. Holding both Levi's and Erwin's hands, he eyed the wand in Hanji's hands. He hated this bit

"Are you ok?"

Unlike Levi, Erwin had noticed his discomfort

"Yeah... just need to pee"

Erwin snorted, his free hand moving to rest on Eren's head

"Soon"

"Don't say that. It'll take as long as it takes"

Pushing down on his belly with the wand, Eren's hold on Erwin's hand tightened. The last week had been hard, his nose even more sensitive and now Erwin's touch was beginning to affect him. He hated it. Turning his attention to the screen, he squeezed his thighs together. It wouldn't have been so bad if Hanji had just done the ultrasound first, but instead she wanted to know all about how he was feeling and if anything had helped with his smell issue. It hadn't. Even scent cancelling spray in his room didn't anymore, instead it just left him feeling sick

"Ok guys, here is your little jelly bean!"

Staring at the monitor, Eren eyes the dark spot on the monitor. At least it'd grown

"That's our baby..."

Erwin's tone was full of awe, the man clearly moved by the scene

"Yeah... our baby..."

Leaning in to press a kiss to his lips, Eren was shocked. Levi never showed any kind of intimacy in public, but here he was kissing him. Hanji let out a giggle, pressing down too hard as she did

"Can't half tell he's the father. At least those feelings should disappear when the baby is born"

Eren nodded quickly, he didn't want Erwin getting upset

"Can you tell what it is yet?"

"No, but do you guys wanna hear the heartbeat?"

"Ye-yeah"

Erwin's voice was rough as the alpha uncharacteristically choked out the word. There was a small lull of silence before the heartbeat filled the small space. Eren had never heard anything like it. Tears filled his eyes, and he tugged on both alpha's hands. This time Erwin leant in, he man nuzzling his face before kissing him

"Thank you Eren... thank you so much"

Nodding against Erwin, Eren then pressed a kiss to the man's face

"Don't go cheating on Levi!"

"Shut up shitty glasses"

"Oooh, you're making him jealous"

"No, you're just being immature and ruining the moment"

Hanji snorted

"Yeah yeah. I'll just take some measurements and do you guys want a picture?"

"Of course we do. That's our alpha"

"And what are you guys going to do if they're not an alpha? Try again?"

Levi let out a warning growl, but that was in response to the distressed whine Eren let out at the woman's words

"Don't even joke about my child like that. It doesn't matter. This is the child we made and they will have a good life"

"Levi, relax. I was just joking"

"Well it wasn't funny"

Levi moved to sit on the edge of the bed as if placing himself between Eren and Hanji. Leaning into whisper into his ear, Erwin reassured him the baby would be loved no matter what the dynamic. He really wanted to believe it, but the idea of the baby not being an alpha hadn't hit him before. Being an omega meant the baby would be second class in society's eyes... he didn't want that for his baby. When Hanji finally let him up, Eren slid from the table shakily. His thoughts still on the what ifs

"Levi, you stay with Hanji. I'll help Eren to the bathroom"

"I can do it myself"

He didn't need an audience

"Eren"

"Please... I'll be right back"

Walking from the clinic, Erwin was in a trance as he stared down at the print out. The man nearly walking past the car

"Earth to Erwin"

Looking up, Erwin blinked while Levi sighed

"Give me that. I want to make it to the office in one piece"

"We need to stop off and pick up those scent cancelling candles for my office"

"You still haven't picked them up?"

"I didn't get a chance to, I've had court all week"

"Then you should have sent Mike. We can't take him into the office if he's just going to throw up"

"Just give him your jacket. He can bury his face in it until he's settled"

"Why does it have to be my jacket? I have a meeting in half an hour"

"Because you're the father remember"

"You're the father too"

"Not biologically"

"Since when has that mattered. Besides, I think we were all pretty surprised it was mine"

"Yeah, seeing you wouldn't even let me really touch you before Eren came"

And here was the fight he'd expected all morning

"Can I just stay home?"

Both alpha's turned to look at him

"I don't like you guys fighting and I don't want to make things worse..."

Erwin moved to his side, wrapping his arms around him

"Eren, it's not your fault. This is what Levi and I are like, this is why our relationship works. We fight and push each other... if you want to stay home, that's fine, but I would like it if you wanted to come to work"

He would like it. Did Erwin know the hold he had on his heart. When the man spoke like that, it was like he was being held at knifes edge... or thanks to his stupid mixed up thoughts and feelings it did

"Ok... but can I just stay in your office?"

"Yeah. I'll look after you. Levi, we should probably go or you'll be late for your meeting"

Despite falling into conversation about work, Eren felt like the pair of alpha's were still brooding over what had happened. It had only made his desire to leave stronger. He could access his money if he really wanted, Erwin would help him. Maybe if he said he wanted to start preparing for after the birth, the man would let him look at a few houses... a place with no Petra in his room sounded like heaven. The meddling woman had struck again and rearranged all his things, and filled the room with her scent. He was tried of it. She wasn't supposed to come into his room anymore, Erwin had told all the staff he was pregnant and experiencing troubles with smell sensitivity, but she didn't seem to care.

Pulling into the office carpark Erwin parked in his usual spot. The alpha turned back to given him a grin which Eren couldn't return. The teen just climbed from the car silently, grabbing his laptop as he did. Levi was already out the car and nearly at the doors by the time Erwin came to his side

"Don't let it get to you"

How could it not? He was to blame... if only the baby had been Erwin's... the moment the thought crossed his mind, his omega let out an internal whine of distress. Levi was the father... Levi was the one he loved... falling into step with Erwin they made their way into the building and the through the made to Erwin's office where Mike was already waiting

"Mike?"

"There's been a development with the case. Nicholas has withdrawn his statement"

Whoever Nicholas was, it had Erwin worried. Moving form Erwin's side, Eren made for the safety of the sofa. It had kind of become his spot, complete with a small stash of necessities including scent spray. Spraying the area in front of him, Eren then settled back and pulled his laptop out, sitting it on his lap as he booted it up. Mike and Erwin were now hunched over Erwin's computer, Erwin typing away as Mike filled him in fully on the details

"Eren, I'll have to go out the afternoon"

"Ok"

"I don't know how long I'll be..."

"I'll be alright. I can just stay here, I have my laptop"

"Ok. Ask Levi if you need anything"

Humming in response, Eren logged into his laptop.

Having spent the morning looking at houses, Eren had found a few nice once that weren't too expensive. The problem was he still didn't know where he wanted to live. The idea of returning to his hometown was appealing, but with that came all the memories of his mothers murder and being taken away from everything he knew. He was sure he would have had friends, but he couldn't remember them and they'd probably forgot him anyway. Flicking through the tabs he started narrowing down the places he'd chosen, finding himself voting houses off the list due to the smallest of details like one had black wall and he didn't want to try and paint over it. He was so into his own world that he didn't notice when Erwin sat next to him

"What are you looking at?"

Jumping at the man's words, he slammed the laptop shut in guilt

"Eren, what were you looking at?"

"I... um..."

Taking his laptop from him, Erwin opened the device up. A nice Victorian styled house covered the screen

"What's this?"

"I was looking at houses, for you know, after the baby is born"

Erwin frowned at the screen

"I was thinking I could get everything organised before the birth..."

Closing the window, Erwin passed him the laptop back. The man looked annoyed

"Erwin?"

"I have to go now. Have Levi organise your lunch"

Leaving him sitting there, Erwin grabbed his briefcase before walking from the room. He'd evidently made the man mad, though he had no idea why. It wasn't like he could just stay with them...

In the end he didn't message Levi, he grabbed a bag of chips from his stash and returned to looking at properties. If he built he could have things just as he wanted. He wouldn't really need a lot of space, not to begin with, but if he met an alpha who loved him and wanted children then they would. Opening word, he started making a list of all things a house would need. He wanted everything to be perfect... or maybe he was just telling himself that so he didn't get too upset at the idea of leaving Levi and Erwin. He was still working on his list when Erwin came back

"Are you ready to go home?"

It was only 5. Why was it home time? Levi and Erwin were usually workaholics when they had court. Closing his laptop, he packed himself up, before moving to Erwin's side