#eeeeek i’m so happy with him too

[irlbeanieboo]

this is pigeon and he has every disease known to man

[lefthandedhotch]

linnnn <3333 hello <333 it's still Warm outside but it is a cold fall in my heart🥺💔 and i baked today and made bread🥰🥰🥰 it's very good and will most definitely Not last the rest of the week🤭🤭🤭 all i can think about is baking with jack and aaronnnnn <3333 jack getting little flour handprints Every Where!!!!!!!! aaron sneaking a taste of the batter when you turn away and you playfully scolding him because of the raw egg in the mix🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭 UGH <333333 i luv them :(

thinking about single mom neighbor reader and this is your first fall being aaron's neighbor and it's so cozy because he and jack invite you and your little girl over almost every day to do many fall activities <3 aaron starts taking tupperware full of baked goods to work to share with not only the team but anyone who stops at the kitchenette on the sixth floor🤭 because you and jack and your little girl cant help but make so many yummy snacks!!!🤭🤭🤭 aaron loves coming home to his once lonely apartment and immediately being greeted with giggles and chatter and wonderful scents instead of silence🥺🥺🥺🥺 he makes his way to his kitchen which would always sit so clean and tidy and he welcomes the mess of flour and sugar and chocolate chips scattered all over the counters because then he's greeted with two little bug wrapping themselves around his legs and Spewing!!!! out alllllll of their thoughts to him while you look over and hide your giggles behind your hand as they talk over each other :'))) aaron bends down and greets them both before making his way over to you to say hello (you two arent dating (yet👀) so your greetings to each other are always soooo shy and silly🤭) with a hug that last sooo long but not long enough😔 while the goodies bake in the oven, the kids run to jack's room to play while aaron helps you clean up (you always apologize for leaving a mess, but he always tells you it's not an issue :') <3) while waiting, aaron pours you a drink and you two share the wine glass while he tells you about his day <3 when he mentions that it got better when he came home to see you and your daughter with jack, you playfully ask if there's anything else you can do to make it Even Better and he nods and leans in for a sweettttt kiss <3 you enthusiatically kiss back because you've wanted this for soooo long and he snorts after you two pull away and asks "cookie dough?" and you get all flustered because he caught you🤭 sneaking a bit of cookie dough even though you've told him to not do that!!!!🤭🤭🤭🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 jack and your little girl come back, jack babbling to you about his little drawings while your little girl asks aaron to pick her up because "i missed you, mister aawon🥺💞" he holds her so close and tells her he missed her too you get all :') because this is all you couldve ever asked for!!!!!!! a sweet little blended family of love and happiness and warmth <33

also ily linny :3 mwah💞💞

hiiiiiiii my jess-jess ilysmmmmm MWAH! 🤭🤭🤭💕💕💕 EEEEEK i’m glad your bread turned out so yummy!!!! it’s chilly cold fall in my heart too🥰🥰🥰 plsssssss the baking boys 🥺🥺🥺🥺 they’re so silly :(( i luv them :((

aaron is stuck in Booooooring budget meetings all day long :/ and on a regular day he just suffers in silence listening to stuffy higher ups in the bureau explain Why his team needs Less money (despite aaron’s very organized arguments that they need More money 😔) but between two of the last of his very boring meetings near the end of the day, he gets a text from you with a picture of the kiddos rolling out cookie dough at his kitchen table with the caption “professional bakers at work 🤭☺️” and as he sits through his last meeting he’s Positive that time has absolutely never ever gone this slow 😔💔💔💔💔 now that he knows he’s gonna come home to laughter and silliness and fun and the sweet scent of your yummy baked goods filling the air, it’s nearly impossible for him to get through this meeting 😩😩😩 but!!!!! he makes it through!!!!! and escapes before any of the stuffy higher ups can corner him to talk about whatever little things they need to discuss so he can get home as quick as possible!! the little bugs are sooooooooo excited when they hear aaron’s key in the lock when he gets home and you get those little butterflies that always seem to linger when aaron’s around as he steps into the room with two bugs running around his legs and that sweet grin on his lips 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭 that evening, while the kiddos are snoozing on the couch after movie night on a sugar crash from all the yummy cookies they snacked on 🤭 you and aaron press sooooooooo close into each other on the balcony, whispering and kissing and making plans to go on your first Official date that weekend (while jack and your lil girl go for a play date at willifer’s house with henry 🥰) and when you kiss aarons cheek so so softly and whisper “i really really like you, aaron 🥺💕💕💕” he feels his heart thud so hard because he’s just so so damn happy to have this life with you and the little family you guys are making together 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

[therealslimshakespeare]

Is Elvis ever gonna find out about Elaine’s affair with Marlon? And I have to say that I read ur House of Dragon fic and 5 stars ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ xoxo

Ah this. No, he won’t. Or rather more specifically, he never wants to. I think the man suspects something but for his own sanity that’s not something he’s gonna have a confrontation about. From what we know of him he dealt with cheating in an extremely possessive way, instead of spurning his woman, so even if he suspects I think it comes out merely in a bit more possessiveness and into the 80’s a keen awareness of his own role in leaving a cold place in the bed, I’d you will. It doesn’t fit his picture of his Tink and so he’s not having it, it’s over, that’s good enough for him. And Elaine was obviously not massively emotionally compromised by Brando so, moving on.

Also, eeeeek, thank you SO much, I don’t know why it’s all a tad embarrassing to toss out stuff for a batshit insane fandom (and I mean that with the greatest of love) when I’ve been chilling, working on domestic little universes here but my inner medieval gremlin must come out. I credit the Elvis fandom for giving me any bravery to actually post writings I’ve been dabbling in for over a decade now, and interacting, too. I used to be a Tumblr lurker and everyone’s kindness really did so much to bolster me, I appreciate y’all immensely.

So happy to have a crossover buddy with shared and varied interest. I’m terribly afraid there’s more of that HotD insanity inside my brain, you’ll see it before too long, ha.

[sebsxphia]

Alternative fuck, marry, kill anon here once again. I got a new list if you would like to do it. Also, loved your choices for the previous one! And sending you some positivity too along this list after all that's gone on with the asks. Congrats on the sponsor too!

So the combo:

Baking cookies with him in the afternoon; having a fancy picnic in your back garden with him; having a date night spent painting each other's portraits for fun with some drinks

Contenders:

Bradley

Jake

Bob

fuck marry kill anon my beloved! i’ve missed you! i’m so happy you’re back 🥹 eeeeek thank you so much for your love and support angel, i love you so much! 💗

okay! so.

Bradley. Fancy picnic in your back garden! I will die on the hill that Bradley can cook up a mean grill. Even if it’s just in your back garden, he’s going all out and making everything from scratch!

Jake. Baking cookies, please! Jake definitely used to bake with his mum and three sisters, and you’ll most likely end up baking an old family recipe. Tbh, he does most of the work, he just loves you feeding him the batter and dobbing it on his nose!

Bob. Date night painting each others portraits! I saw a tiktok of a couple painting on each other and it was so Bob coded it hurt. I feel Bob definitely has a creative flair to him, and if it ends up in making one of those sex painted canvases? Bonus!

please let me know what you think my love! 💌

[sugarcoated-lame]

EMILY I’M SCREAMING!!!!!

first of all bc bradley being the absolute sweetest and tucking Ev into bed 🥹 love him <3

THEY FINALLY DID THE DEED, they’re exchanging ‘I love you’s, Bradley asked kitten to officially be his girlfriend, ALL IS RIGHT IN THE WORLD!! 😭 and the paw print necklace !!! aaaahhgftgrfb

‘And when you felt more of cum dripping out of your pussy, you decided you wouldn't mind if Bradley kept you filled like this all the time.’ 

oh my gosh i’m dizzy, the smut had my head spinning it was so sweet and sexy and perfect, and I love kitten just going absolutely wild for Coach and not being able to keep it down haha (I need a coach Bradley in my life pls and thanks where can I get one? 👀)

And Bradley promising that he’s going to stick around ?? 🥺 I’m cry

‘You smiled as your eyes drifted closed. "I love you, too. Yesterday was perfect."

"You're perfect," he replied instantly, and he meant it.

i loveeeeed seeing them be all domestic and getting ready together in the morning, Bradley making them pancakes and Kitten packing lunches for everybody, they’re already such a perfect little family 🥹

‘Bradley sat at the table and ate with Everett next him and you across from him, listening to Everett complain about his math homework. And he felt like he fit in here. He could make pancakes and pillow forts and have a packed lunch made for him. He could do math homework and make you scream all night. He could love this shit.’

I’M LOVING THIS SHIT !!!

AAAAHHHH THEY LOVE EACH OTHER !!!! and Ev being the precious baby he is and being so happy that Coach loves his mom made me so happy 🥹 he really is their # 1 fan and i adore him! Eeeeek this has me so giddy, I can’t stop smiling it’s just so good and i just love them so much !!!! 😭🥰🧡❤️🧡❤️🧡

Batting Practice Part 16 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: After the perfect day at the ballpark and a Phillies victory, the only thing you want is a sleepover with Bradley. But it's the care and attention he gives not only you, but also your son, that makes you want more and more with him.

Warnings: Smut, fluff and swearing

Length: 4000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female single!mom Reader

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You were leaning across the seat, kissing Bradley's neck and whispering how much you had missed him while he drove. "The last week without you was unbearable, Coach."

"Kitten," he groaned as your hand cupped him through his jeans. "Baby, I'll never hurt you again. I'm so sorry."

You licked his jaw and whispered, "I know you won't. I believe you."

Bradley still felt like he was imagining this. He managed to get you and Everett back, but he would absolutely refuse to thank Jake for helping him. Hangman owed him that much. 

But Bradley would thank you. Over and over again.

"You can trust me, Kitten. I'm an idiot, sure, but I won't hurt you or Everett. You know I can't stand to see that kid cry."

You moaned softly next to his ear. "That makes you so sexy." As your fingers stroked along his inner thigh, he exited the highway and checked to make sure Everett was still sleeping in the rear view mirror. "Will you sleepover with me?"

He parked in your driveway behind your car and yanked you onto his lap. "I'll do whatever you want. Anything you want. I'll stay with you." You were yanking at his hair and rubbing yourself on him, and Bradley was trying his best to focus. He needed to get Everett inside and in bed before he could do anything else, and you didn't seem like you'd be able to make the best decisions on your own right now.

Bradley took your chin a little roughly in his hand. "Kitten, let me get Ev inside and tucked in bed first, yeah?"

You bit your lip and shivered in his arms, and he thought about just fucking you in the driveway. "Okay. Yeah. Let's take him inside."

Bradley lifted you out of the Bronco and set you down outside, and then he opened the back door and lifted Everett out of the booster seat. You ran ahead of him and unlocked the front door and turned on some lights. "Bedrooms are upstairs," you whispered as you kicked off your shoes, and Bradley followed you up the steps. 

Everett's bedroom was to the right, and when you flipped on the nightlight, Bradley saw that it was a hodgepodge of dinosaurs, baseball and trains. You pulled Everett's shoes off and set his home run baseball and Phillies cap on his dresser next to the baseball card binder. Bradley took his time, setting Everett gently down in his bed and smoothing the sheet and comforter over him. 

He stood there for a moment, and you slipped your hand in his but didn't pressure him to leave yet. Bradley loved being in your house and seeing Everett's room. He turned toward you and scooped you up, and you wrapped your legs around his waist. "Thanks for coming today," he whispered, carrying you back out into the hallway. "It would have killed me to have the third seat empty."

You pressed your lips to his as he found your room at the other end of the hallway, while your fingers tugged through his hair. The bedside lamp was on, and the room was glowing in the soft light. "I didn't want to have to tell you no."

He grinned against your lips. "I bet I can make you say yes a bunch of times."

You gasped against his lips, and he was about to set you down on your bed, when he paused. The stuffed Phanatic was propped up on your nightstand, and you were rubbing yourself against his abs again. He wanted you so badly in every way.

"Bradley," you whined, and he eased you gently down onto your back and kissed your lips and your chin and your neck. 

He nudged your legs further apart and whispered against your neck, "Kitten, is this a good time to ask you to officially be my girlfriend?" 

You grinned. "It's an excellent time."

"Mmm, good. Yeah." He kissed your lips hard, but you broke away, giggling underneath him. 

"Aren't you going to ask me?" You propped yourself up on your elbows and ran your feet up and down his thighs. 

"Oh, right. Kitten, will you be my girlfriend?"

"Yes," you replied, unbuttoning his jersey and pushing it off his shoulders. You yanked his undershirt off and tossed it across the room, running your fingers through his sparse chest hair. Bradley awkwardly kicked his shoes off, sending one of them under your bed while you giggled again. But when he yanked your shirt up and pressed his lips to your belly button, you moaned. He kissed your soft skin while he unbuttoned and unzipped your jeans. 

"Mmm, I love you." When his tongue peeked out to taste you just above your pink lace underwear, you bucked up against him. "Relax, Kitten. I'll get my mouth on that pussy soon, baby."

"Bradley!" you groaned, bucking again before he hauled you to the middle of the bed so he had more room to work. 

"I'm right here," he replied softly, kissing your lips as he eased your shirt up. You arched your back so he could remove it, and he found a pink bra that matched your panties. "This is cute. I'm starting to think you wore this on purpose today."

You sighed as he stroked your tits through the fabric. "Nothing wrong with hoping," you told him as he yanked your jeans off. Bradley guided your legs up in the air and kissed the backs of your thighs, slowly easing your underwear along your legs and past your bent knees. He groaned as your pussy and your ass were on display for him, and he tossed your panties aside. 

"God damn, Kitten." He held your thighs with both hands and then spread your legs apart, sinking down until he was kissing your inner thighs and inhaling your perfect scent. "Fuck."

You reached down, tangled your fingers in his wavy hair, and guided his head until his mustache was brushing against your wet slit. "Taste me," you demanded breathlessly. "Now."

Bradley sucked on your slit, getting his face coated in your wetness as your fingers tightened in his hair. He dipped his tongue inside you without warning, and the sound you made had him grunting against you. He sucked and nibbled on you next to your opening and you were rubbing yourself up to meet his every move. 

"Bradley," you gasped, running your feet along his shoulders as he pressed his nose against your clit. When he dragged his lips up to suck on you there, you moaned a string of expletives in such a husky voice, his cock throbbed in his jeans. He sealed his lips around you and used his tongue, and a moment later you were practically screaming, still pulling his hair. 

"Kitten," he growled, looking up at you, back arched off the bed in pleasure. You were going to get loud, and while he couldn't fucking wait, he needed to close the door. He kissed you softly and licked you once before he released you and stood. 

"Where are you going?" you whined, propping yourself up on one hand with wide eyes and parted lips. You looked like a dream, pouting at him to come back to bed and bring you pleasure. Bradley unzipped his jeans, grunting as he freed his cock. He pulled his jeans off and stroked himself through his boxer shorts as you whimpered.

Then he softly closed your bedroom door and made his way back to the bed. "Just wanted to close the door so you can get louder." You eased yourself onto your back and watched him crawl across the bed toward you. He pushed you down into the plush bedding, letting his weight rest on top of you while he kissed your lips, and your tongue came out to taste yourself on him. You whimpered, and it was such a pretty sound. He pressed his mustache just below your ear and asked, "You want my mouth on your pussy again?"

"Please," you gasped, and Bradley watched your eyes flutter closed as he slipped one finger inside you.

"Been thinking about getting you wet since the pool party. Wanted to fuck you in the kitchen that day."

Your guttural groan as he added a second finger had you bucking against his hand. When you grabbed him by his hair again, he grinned at you. "Okay, Kitten," he mumbled and he eased himself down your body to wrap his lips around your clit again, making you get louder.

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You were soaking wet. You'd never been this wet before. Bradley had his face buried in your pussy, and you were pretty sure he was enjoying himself too, especially whenever you guided him with your hands in his hair. But now that you were close, you wanted to feel his cock inside you. "I want you to fuck me," you whined, wondering if you'd even be able to sit up right now. You were pretty sure you left a wet spot on the bed, and Bradley was licking your mess from his lips as he took his boxers off. 

You reached for him with your legs spread wide, and when you wrapped your fingers around his velvety length, he moaned. "I just want to make this perfect pussy feel good," he growled as he knelt between your wet thighs. 

Your moan was loud as you sat up and scooted closer to him until his cock was rubbing against your pussy. "Oh god, you're making me crazy, Coach," you whined, wrapping your arms around his neck. He guided you back down, his tip pressing into your entrance as you keened for him. "Please!" You thrust your hips toward him fucking yourself around him as your head tipped back. 

"Kitten, baby, do you have condoms?" he asked, but you could feel him pushing himself deeper as he grunted. 

"I'm on the pill," you told him, and then he bottomed out inside you as you screeched. "Oh! God, Bradley! And I always made Frank use a condom."

He grabbed your hips and started thrusting. "Fucking hell, baby. You're so god damn tight," he gasped, moving inside you. "And you're gonna let me fuck you bare? I love you, Kitten. I do. This is too much. You feel so fucking good."

You knew you were getting loud, but you couldn't help it. He loved you. "Say it again," you demanded as his big hands wrapped around your back to unclasp your bra. He met your eyes as he tossed the pretty lace aside. 

"I love you." Then his lips were wrapped around your nipple as he fucked you hard, making your breasts bounce against his face. "How could I not? You're perfect."

You basked in the feel of him inside you and on top of you. His movements were so intentional, unlike anyone else. He was making you feel like everything you wanted and needed was important.

His jaw was clenched as he pressed his face against your neck and kept you so full of his big cock, you were already getting close. "I should have known," he growled. "Should have known you'd make all these noises like you did in the Bronco. Like you did over the phone when I was away. You like getting loud."

You were making a gasping sound as Bradley pressed his lips to yours, and you couldn't keep quiet. "Bradley!"

"Baby, you'll wake Ev," Bradley told you, and all the veins in his neck were straining as he pounded you into the bed before withdrawing. "Roll over."

You did as you were told, and it was maybe even better. Bradley fucked you face down into your pillow while he wrapped his right arm around your waist to rub your clit with your butt popped up in the air. He kept bottoming out and holding himself there, and each time it felt like another thread snapped until you were tumbling into your orgasm. 

"I love you, Kitten," he whispered next to your ear. "I love you."

You squeezed his cock, rocking your hips back into his as he filled you with his cum, his fingers finally slowing on your overstimulated clit. You lifted your head to look back at him over your shoulder, panting to catch your breath. 

"You're wild," Bradley said with a soft laugh, pressing his forehead to your shoulder. 

You didn't know you were wild. Frank was a dud in bed, and Danny only got you off occasionally, but it was never on purpose. Wild. Maybe you were only like this for Bradley. 

"I couldn't even get off with Frank unless I was thinking about you," you reminded Bradley and he kissed your shoulder blade. 

"Oh, I know. I love thinking about that," he said, his lips moving against your skin. "I love that I can make you wild." You settled your cheek against the pillow as Bradley kept himself buried inside you. He kissed along your shoulders and caressed your lower back and thighs with his hands as he eased you flat against the bed. 

His lips, hands and mustache were giving you goosebumps, and when he finally withdrew from you with a soft groan, you were in a blissful state of relaxation on your pillow. 

"Kitten, I need to go out to my car," Bradley murmured, climbing out of bed.

You sat up and watched him reach for his boxers and his undershirt. "I thought you were going to stay with me?" Now he was reaching under your bed in search of his shoes. 

"I am, baby," he promised as he stood, stroking your cheek and kissing your forehead. "I have something for you in my glove box. I'll be right back."

You snuggled under your blanket and listened to his feet on your stairs and the squeak of your front door. When you didn't hear his Bronco start up, but rather the sound of your front door again, you sighed in relief. He was staying. He was going to stay over.  

"This is for you," he announced softly as soon as he walked back into your room in just his underwear, shoes and a plain white tee. He was so handsome and looked so eager, you smiled and sat up. He was holding a golden chain with a little charm on it. "I didn't want to give it to you earlier and make it seem like I was just trying to get you to take me back. I bought it in Lemoore, and it's been in my car."

He sat down next to you as you grasped the little paw print charm and laughed. "Is this because you call me Kitten?"

He stroked your neck and kissed you so softly. "You're my Kitten," he whispered, and your nipples got hard for him as he clasped the necklace in place. 

Bradley gathered you onto his lap and ran his fingers along the chain. It was the only thing you were wearing, and you felt like it was a label. "Looks good," he told you, letting his fingers trail down between your breasts eliciting a whimper from you. Bradley groaned and let his fingers drift all the way down your belly until he was stroking your clit. 

To your surprise, you were ready for him again. You were still filled with his cum, but he didn't seem to mind as kissed your necklace and teased two fingers at your entrance. You rode his fingers as he moved at a leisurely pace, like it didn't matter how long it took, he was planning on getting you off at least one more time. 

"You have such a sweet pussy, Kitten. Are you wet because you want me or because you're filled up with my cum?"

You moaned at his words, head tipped back as you rubbed yourself against his undershirt. 

"I want to hear you say it," he growled, and you felt yourself clench softly around his fingers. 

"It's both," you whined, and he stroked your clit, your body responding like it was a reward. "I want you! And your cum is in my pussy!"

His lips settled unhurriedly on your neck, and he urged you to straddle him and grind yourself against his erection. He was hard, but he wasn't rushing you, so you got yourself good and worked up. Your voice was unsteady, and you felt yourself shaking as he pulled his boxers down below his balls, and you rode him right there on the edge of the bed. He was big and strong, and his feet were planted firmly on your floor. 

You bounced on him until you were gasping his name, head tipped back while he held you in place with both of his big hands on your hips. He was stroking your skin with his thumbs and praising you, and every time your clit met his pubic hair, you almost lost your mind. 

"I love feeling your body enjoying me," he whispered against your breasts. "So tight and warm."

You circled your hips a few times, and then you were making some seriously crazed noises as you came. Your movements became jerky, and then you went a little boneless as he held you tight. And when you felt more of cum dripping out of your pussy, you decided you wouldn't mind if Bradley kept you filled like this all the time. 

Exhausted, you draped your arms around his neck and let him hold you. He was telling you how good you were as you shivered at his touch. 

"You're staying, right?"

"I'm not leaving."

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You were curled up in bed, wearing Bradley's undershirt with the front of his body pressed to your back. "What time do I need to leave in the morning, Kitten?"

Your contented sigh had his lips on your shoulder immediately. "Do you want to stay for breakfast before work?"

Now that you mentioned it as an option, it was literally the only thing Bradley wanted. "Is that okay? With Ev?"

"Mmm," you hummed. "If you're my boyfriend, then I think Everett can get used to you being around." Your voice was sleepy, but you had Bradley fully alert now. "Unless you need to leave early to get your uniform."

"I'll make pancakes," he promised as you dozed off. It took him awhile, but your even breathing finally lulled him to sleep as well, his big hand spread across your belly. 

When your alarm went off at six, you and Bradley both jolted awake. You scrambled away from him to grab your phone and turn it off, and then Bradley was pulling you into his arms again. He'd slept so soundly in your bed, and whether it was because he was finally no longer in turmoil or because you made him feel so good, he wasn't sure. But as you turned in his arms to face him, he thought maybe it was both. 

"Morning, Coach," you whispered with a smile as you kissed him softly. Your fingers were laced with his, and you were so close to him, he could touch any part of you he wanted. And so he did. 

He ran his hand up your back, enjoying the feel of your soft skin against his calloused palm. "I love you."

You smiled as your eyes drifted closed. "I love you, too. Yesterday was perfect."

"You're perfect," he replied instantly, and he meant it. "What time does Ev get up? I don't want to make him uncomfortable, so you can kick me out if you want."

You glared at him. "I thought you were making me pancakes?"

He laughed against your lips. "I can do that."

Bradley took a quick shower with you, and then he dressed in his jeans and undershirt while he watched you get dressed in one of your suits for work. You put on a little makeup and talked to him the whole time. It felt natural, like you and he did this on a regular basis. 

"It's Monday!" you said suddenly. "I'll get to see you at practice!" You were adjusting your new necklace, and Bradley couldn't take his eyes off you. 

"I've been thinking, I need to start practicing more with Everett, pitch to him for real. Because if he wants to graduate from tee ball to baseball next year, he's going to need some more of the basic skills. But we do have almost a year to get him there."

You turned to look at him fully, your lips parted, but you didn't say anything for a moment. "You're gonna stick around," you whispered, and he wasn't sure if it was a question or not. 

"Yeah, Kitten." He nodded without a doubt in his mind. 

Then he heard the toilet down the hallway flush, and when you opened your bedroom door with Bradley behind you, Everett was standing in the hallway outside his room. His eyes were wide. You went to him, wrapping him in a hug with your high heels in one hand. 

"Morning, Ev." You kissed the top of his head, but he was looking past you to Bradley. And suddenly Bradley was wishing he had left when your alarm went off, because the last thing he wanted to do was upset this kid. 

"Did you have a sleepover?" he asked, and Bradley nodded but let you do the talking. 

"Uh, yeah... and now Bradley offered to make us some pancakes before I take you to school."

Everett nodded and asked, "Next time you sleepover, can we make a pillow fort before bed?"

"Absolutely, kiddo," Bradley confirmed with a smile. "Should I try to make pancakes that look like baseballs and bats?"

"Yeah! That's a good idea! Especially since the Phillies won!" Everett cheered, and Bradley followed him down to the kitchen with you right behind him. He got everything ready for pancakes, and soon Everett was eating three baseballs and a weird looking bat while you packed three lunches. 

Bradley sat at the table and ate with Everett next him and you across from him, listening to Everett complain about his math homework. And he felt like he fit in here. He could make pancakes and pillow forts and have a packed lunch made for him. He could do math homework and make you scream all night. He could love this shit. 

"Math is important," he told Everett. "I use it all day at work. So does your mom. And if you want me to teach you how to keep baseball stats, you'll need to be proficient."

Everett's eyes went wide. "You'll teach me how to do baseball stats?"

"Of course, kiddo. I gotta go home and get my uniform before I'm late, but I can help you with math homework one day if you want. I'll see you at practice later." He patted Everett's shoulder and collected all the dirty dishes so you didn't have to, depositing them in the sink. Bradley picked up the paper bag that said Coach in your handwriting, and he smiled. And then he pulled you out of your seat and into his arms. 

"Have a good day. We'll see you at practice later," you whispered. And Bradley kissed your cheek. 

"I can't wait. I love you." And then he headed out to the Bronco with a bounce in his step.

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You and Everett both looked at your front door as it clicked closed behind Bradley. When you turned to face your son, you were bracing yourself for the conversation you figured you might need to have if he seemed upset. But he looked absolutely elated, his expression rivaling the way he looked when the Phillies defeated the Padres last night. 

"Ev, do you want to talk about-"

"Mommy! Coach Bradley loves you!" Everett shouted, cutting you off. 

Your son was staring at you in wonder and you walked around the table to give him a hug. "Yeah."

"Do you love him, too?"

You kissed Everett's head and whispered, "Yeah. I do."

"This was the best weekend ever!"

You couldn't help but agree. 

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Coach loves Kitten and Ev! Thanks to @beyondthesefourwalls and @mak-32!

PART 17

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[nottsangel]

"lmaooo is it even known in which country he’s the prince? i’m so curious now. also i just got engaged with kieran and he looks so much like liam/chris hemsworth its insane !!! i’m gonna continue this storyline for now because last time with blaze i quit right after i got engaged lmao i’m curious to know where it goes from here! aaaanyway! how are you doing my pretty girl? ♡"

i think he is from jordan? BUT I GOT NEWS!!! i just married scarlett 👀 on my wedding day with zayid she send me a letter that it would be our last chance (she had her own wedding at the same day) to admit our feelings and i literally ran away from my wedding to stop hers 😭 and it was so cute i am in love. i was kinda sad because i hurt zayid now but… the heart wants what it wants. even autumn was nice and congratulated us??? i‘ll still not forgive her but it was nice of her

AND I KNOW kieran looks like them so much. i hope you‘ll have a happy ending with him heheh 😋

i‘m not doing my best to be honest, i stayed at the home the past few days because i just couldn’t bare with all the stress. especially after i ended up crying on wednesday at work after like 20 minutes into my shift because it was all too much for me all of the sudden. 🫡 i‘m gonna stay at home on monday as well and try to go back to work on tuesday but there is one good (but kinda scary) thing in this whole thing: i‘m finally starting therapy on next wednesday again :) i‘m nervous about it but i know it‘ll help me to get better again which i really want

how are you, my sweet angel? <3

- 🌞

EEEEEK CONGRATS!!!!!! oh my god if i knew that i would’ve continued with blaze and then run away 😭 but omg that sounds so romantic. also probably the reason why autumn congratulated you guys is because she’s straight and now she can’t be jealous anymore of both of you marrying a hot guy i’m pretty sure lmaoo

oh baby i’m sorry ☹️ do the people at your internship know about your situation? are they understanding? and omg i’m so proud of you for starting therapy! i know how scary it can be but trust me it’s going to be a big relief everytime you go there! good luck angel! sending you all the love and kisses and hugs!

i wasn’t doing very good these past few days and i realised that tumblr has a very bad impact on my mental health so i struggled with that a bit to be honest. it’s so hard for me to stay away though because i love talking to everyone on here so i’m just trying to be less active at least

[aikofanfan]

Muzzled part 2

[Asmodeus, Beelzebub and Belphegor]

Summary: Protective and feral MC is all fun n games until they get hurt so everyone comes together to create a special muzzle to help them calm down. But soon learn they liked that side of MC way more than thought

Warning: Some non consensual touching in Beel’s part but nothing major.

A/n: Not totally happy with this but it’s been edited way too many times already so. Enjoy.

Part 1

Asmodeus

“Put them down!” Asmo gasps. You and him had gone to a club and things started out okay but then well. Some demon thought it would be a good idea to make you go surf the waves of the party goers. Asmo looked around in a panic. With that stupid but so cute muzzle on you, you couldn’t fight back or activate your pacts!

“Oh relax. This ain’t harming them!” One demon says and gets smacked by Asmo. The avatar of lust shifts to his demon form and flies up, yanking you away from the crowd and setting you back down on the floor.

“Sweetie are you okay??” He asks, hissing when any other demon tries to start trouble again.

“Oh I’m fine.” You shrug. “A weird ride but fine.”

He pouts. These stupid demons don’t know who they’re messing with. He still wanted to have fun but he didn’t want you getting into danger again. He thinks it over as he stares at the muzzle, then nods to himself.

“Since you naughty little demons want to mess with them. Why not get the full experience of my precious MC!” Asmo announces before he takes the muzzle off. You blink a few times before a grin appears on your lips, pink glow in your eyes that’s much easier to see in the dim lights of the club. You grab Asmo by the hip and spin him around before dipping him, eyes half lidded.

“How’s about we show them a real show stopper?” You ask.

“Oooooh so bold~!” Asmo giggled.

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Beelzebub

This was….uncomfortable. Demon girls feeling up Beel’s arms and making comments he thought he’d only ever hear you say.

“So big guy what’s your secret for being so buff~?”

“Whoever gets you to all themself is sooo lucky. I’m jealous!”

“Gross.” You comment, smacking their hands away when they get way too close to the waist line. Beel didn’t want to hurt anyone but this was way too…weird.

“Excuse me.” He mumbles and lightly moves them away before reaching out and taking the muzzle off you. He didn’t want you getting hurt either but he knew better than to worry. You could hold yourself better than any other human he met.

Your true reaction to the whole situation was instant.

The girls stop and look at you, all the color draining from their faces when they see your eyes flames up in green fire. They jump away from Beel and say sorry over and over again but that wasn’t going to be enough.

“Run.”

“Huh?”

“I said…RUN.”

“EEEEEK!!!!”

The girls scramble away and you’re right behind them, shouting. Beel watched, learning a whole new section of vocabulary he never knew existed.

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Belphegor

Asmo whining about who knows what.

Mammon and Levi bickering.

Beel chewing way too loud.

Satan and Lucifer…being Satan and Lucifer.

Belphie grumbles and sits up, he was trying to take a nap in the living room, laying his head on your lap but his brothers were making way too much noise.

“Can’t sleep?” You asks and he nods.

“Sleep in ya room then.” Mammon comments and goes back to bickering with Levi.

“Yeah we can move to your room.” You offer but catch that mischievous glint in his eyes. Something tells you he has other plans.

“Or I can just do this.” He says, reaching for your muzzle and Mammon was the first to react.

“Whoa whoa! Hey now!” He gasps and holds Belphie’s wrist. “There’s no need to go that far!”

“You’re making too much noise even if I wasn’t trying to nap.” Belphie pouts and pulls away from Mammon. He unclips the muzzle before Mammon can try and stop him again.

“Hm?” You hum, blinking a few times as you feel the magic flow through you normally again. Belphie flops back down and rests his head in your lap.

“MC they’re making too much noise. I can’t sleep like this.” Belphie pouts, looking up at you.

Ah now you understand.

“Aw poor baby.” You pet his hair before your eyes light up and look at the other six. “SIT BOYS!”

THUD!

“AW COME ON!”

[sugarcoated-lame]

eeeeek SEB 💗💗💗 i’ve been so giddy for you to read this, my loveee! you know your reblogs are my favorite, and i always enjoy the heck out of your lil ramblings hehe 🥹💕

i know if i was dating joel miller, i’d get all hot and bothered too thinking about fucking him and just have to pounce on him — or wake him up with some head 🤭

aaaah you’re gonna make me cry, you’ve got my heart fluttering with your sweet words 😭 i love to hear that you liked all the detail and the description of joel sleeping so peacefully 🥹 i could just picture him so clearly in my head as i was writing and i’m so happy that came across and you enjoyed it!

hehehe ALWAYS happy to make you all gooey and flustered for our old man, seb, i aim to please! 🤭 and cozy and soft morning smut fics are like my absolute fave — as i’m sure you know haha — to read and write, so it makes me so happy to happy to know that you loved this one. and perfect ???? stop it rn i will cry !🥹

oh seb you never fail to have me giggling and kicking my feet when i read your reblogs, thank you so much for reading and for your absolutely lovely comments, my dear! i love you, and our old man, so very much, and i’m so so so happy that you enjoyed it!!! mwah! 🥹🥰🧡💛🧡💛🧡

Easy Like Sunday Morning | Joel Miller x Reader

pre-outbreak joel x reader

all of my works are 18+ only, minors dni!

Summary: You wake up before Joel and decide you want to take care of him.

or

giving 2003 pre-outbreak Joel some head on a sleepy Sunday morning

a/n: i was inspired by this post by the amazing @mrsmando 🤍 and her delicious joel thoughts that never fail to have me spiraling and swooning 🫠 if i had a nickel for every time i’ve written a joel fic about someone being woken up with some head, i’d have two nickels. which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice (sorry i had to lmfaoo). also this is probably the quickest thing i’ve ever written, so i’m sorry if it sucks!

wc: 2.8k

content warnings: no outbreak/pre-outbreak 2003 joel, kricket sucks at writing summaries we know this, smut, oral (m receiving), slightly rough oral, hair pulling, no physical description of reader except that her hair is long enough for joel to pull, pet names (darlin’, baby, sweetheart, pretty girl), no use of y/n, joel miller has a big dick because i said so, established relationship, somno (kinda? joel is like not really awake at the beginning of the smut), this is basically just smut :)

dividers by @saradika-graphics 🤍

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Lazy Sunday mornings have become your favorite in the weeks since you moved in with Joel.

Nowhere to be, neither one of you has to get up before the sun and go to work. No rushing around to make sure Sarah gets to school on time — just sleep. It’s the one day a week both you and Joel get a chance to sleep in, to wake naturally without the shrill ringing of alarms, and just relish being wrapped up in the comfort of each other’s presence.

Eyes still shut as you begin to stir, your mind is only just waking up and the first thing you feel is warmth.

Warmth of the bright, golden Texas sun shining through Joel’s — well, now your — bedroom window and behind your closed lids. Warmth from the plush, gray comforter draped just over your calves, where it had been kicked down in the night in an attempt to curb the relentless, sticky summer heat.

You find yourself cocooned by the furnace-like warmth that is Joel as he lies on his back beside you — a warmth that would probably be overwhelming if it wasn’t such a comfort to you.

Your cheek is pressed to his broad chest, the steady beating of his heart a calming rhythm beneath your ear. Your torso flush against his side, you have an arm wrapped snug around his middle, and a leg draped over both of his. You and Joel both lay almost bare, each clothed in nothing but your underwear after the previous night’s activities — hot skin on hot skin.

When you finally let your eyes flutter open to the bright, morning light, you look up to find Joel still fast asleep and take a moment to admire the peaceful expression on his handsome face.

Long lashes fanning over his cheeks, his brows free of the worried crease that often rests between them, plush pink lips parted as he lets out quiet little snores, his strong chest slowly rising and falling, up and down beneath your cheek with each calming breath. Tanned skin warm and glistening with a light sheen of sweat, dark chocolate locks especially curly due to the humid Texas heat, a few sweaty strands clinging to his forehead.

Seeing Joel laid out like this only reminds you of the way he looked last night — all flushed beneath you, cheeks pink, head thrown back and brown eyes clenched shut in bliss as you hovered above him. Pulling quiet, deep grunts from his parted lips as you rode him, his big hands on your hips, guiding your movements as you lifted yourself up and down on his cock.

The reminder of just how full you felt with him inside you — of how goddamn good he makes you feel — has dampness forming beneath the thin fabric of your panties, thighs attempting to clench shut in search of friction to quell the wave of slick that’s building between your legs, though they’re unable to do so with Joel’s thick thigh slotted between them.

And, though you know Joel is still resting so peacefully beside you, and that you should probably let him sleep in for once, you can’t help it when you feel the sudden and urgent need to kiss him. To feel your lips on his skin.

These lazy Sunday mornings with Joel are your favorite because you know he’s always so busy, always working hard, always so stressed. And, that despite it all, he always takes such good care of you.

So, you want to take this opportunity, when he doesn’t have to be up for work, or take Sarah to school — and you know it’s a couple hours before she’ll be waking up — and you want to do something nice for him. Take care of Joel for once. To make him feel good.

Lifting your head from Joel’s chest, you press your lips to where your cheek had just been. Beginning at his pec, and over his heart, tasting the salt of his sweat-damp skin as you work your way up the broad plane of his chest, dotting feather-light kisses up to the juncture of where his shoulder meets his neck.

You gently untangle yourself from his side, and Joel begins to stir just slightly as you softly mouth along the column of his throat and move to hover over him, your thighs straddling his hips and hands on the mattress on either side of him to hold yourself up.

He’s still mostly asleep, but you can already feel through the layers of both of your underwear that he’s beginning to harden beneath you, his body waking up faster than his brain, always so responsive to your touch.

You continue to kiss across Joel’s strong jaw, over the patchy hair that tickles your lips, dotting a trail of sweet kisses up his cheek and to the tip of his sharp nose, then back down to his mustache and over the corner of his lips.

He stirs again when your lush lips press against his own just once, not quite awake enough to kiss back just yet, but this time a soft hum of approval leaves him at the pleasant feeling.

With one more peck to his soft lips, you begin your descent back down Joel’s body, leaving behind another smattering of kisses in your wake.

From his Adam’s apple to the rounded bone of his shoulder, then back down to his chest. You know he’s a bit more awake when you feel him begin to stir again — his strong body shifting ever so slightly beneath yours, dick twitching against your core underneath the layers of cloth as you place a barely-there kiss to each of his nipples. Joel lets out a sleepy groan as your tongue darts out to lick at the sensitive skin before continuing on your way.

Shifting your body lower on the bed, your kisses become a bit more feverish, less soft as you work your way down Joel’s torso. Your hunger for him only growing as you get closer and closer to the bulge in his boxers, spurred on by the breathy little grunts and groans leaving his parted lips as his mind begins to catch up to the pleasure that his body is feeling.

Joel lets out a content sigh, head still resting on his pillow, eyes still shut and still about half asleep. Unsure if he’s dreaming when he feels you press a firm kiss to the skin just above his navel.

He’s quickly pulled out of that dream-like state, though — breath catching in his throat, jolting beneath you as your warm tongue darts out lick a broad stripe over his soft belly.

You can’t help but grin as you look up to see his face, those pretty brown eyes now open but still bleary with sleep, pillowy lips parted in a gasp, sweaty curls falling over his forehead as he shifts his focus towards you.

“Morning, baby.” You whisper into the quiet of your bedroom, your chin resting on Joel’s tummy as you gaze up at him sweetly.

Your smile only grows when he cards a hand over his tired face, groaning out a tired ‘fuck’.

Now that he’s awake — just barely — you press your lips to his belly one last time before heading lower. Fitting yourself between Joel’s thick thighs, you kiss along the fine hairs of his happy trail, then his hip bones, and you know he’s fully hard when your hands glide up his thighs to palm him over his black boxers.

Joel releases a throaty groan as you stroke him through the soft fabric, one of his large hands coming up to the side of your head. Calloused pads of his fingers running gently through your bed-mussed hair. “Please, darlin’.”

The use of the pet name combined with Joel’s sleepy, Texan morning voice actually makes you whimper, clenching your thighs as a new gush of arousal floods between them. Needy for him as your fingers move to his waistband, gingerly but quickly pulling down the black, cotton fabric and freeing his impressive length.

A quiet, raspy moan escapes Joel’s lips as you spit into your hand before wrapping it around his cock. He’s long and thick and heavy in your hand, your fingers hardly able to wrap around the girth of him, his tip an angry red and leaking pretty pearls of precum.

He lets out a quiet hiss as you begin to stroke up from the base, leaning down to kiss along his tip before kitten-licking at the slit, a pleased hum leaving you at the salty, heady taste of his arousal. Joel’s mind is still a bit hazy with sleep, but he swears he’s died and gone to heaven when you lick a hot stripe along the underside of his cock, tongue laving over the thick vein that runs along his shaft.

The hand in your hair tightens its grip when you oh-so-delicately take Joel into your mouth, emitting a pleased hum from you as you gently suckle on his tip. The vibration sends a jolt up his spine, cock twitching in your grasp as you continue to stroke up and down his length with increasing ease as your spits begins to coat his skin. Delicate fingers wrapped tight around him moving up and down to meet your lips as your tongue swirls around the bulbous head.

You take your time, enjoying Joel’s quiet, raspy moans, the whispered curses, and shallow breaths all falling from his lips as you slowly take him deeper and deeper into the warm cavern of your mouth.

When you’re about halfway down his length, you suck in your cheeks, lips tightening around him as you begin to suck with more fervor and Joel has to bite back a desperate moan as you bob up and down his length. His hips buck up of their own volition — the feeling of your warm, wet mouth wrapped around him is just too good — the two of you groaning in unison as the movement sends his cock further between your lips, the tip just grazing the back of your throat and causing you to gag around him.

“Fuck, m’sorry, baby.” Joel drawls, gently smoothing a hand over the crown of your head. He lifts you up his length just a little bit, just enough to gather your bearings.

You release him from your mouth with a wet pop. A string of saliva still connects the two of you between his swollen, red tip and your now swollen lips, and Joel thinks he’s a goner when you wrap a hand tight around his shaft, leaning back in to kitten-lick at his slit.

You smear delicate kisses all along his tip, then up and down every inch of his length, all the while gazing up at him with doe eyes before you bring him between your spit-slicked lips once again.

“So good for me. Always so good for me.”

His morning voice is deep — deeper than normal — and it has your eyes rolling back into your head as you whimper around him, tears collecting at your lash line from having just taken him so deep so abruptly. Nodding your head as much as you can with his cock still in your mouth, you let Joel know that you’re okay to keep going.

You want to please him. He deserves this. You want to make him feel good.

You know that Joel is getting close from the way he’s fighting himself to not buck his hips and fuck up into your mouth, the hand that’s not in your hair clinging to the gray sheets like a lifeline. His chest rapidly rising and falling as he tries his hardest to keep at least somewhat quiet — he knows that his daughter is sleeping right down the hall — biting back gravely grunts and groans that you so wish you could hear at full volume, his cock twitching against your tongue with every little move you make.

Taking a deep breath through your nose, you decide to take him as deep as you can go. Swallowing around him as his tip reaches into the depths of your throat, those tears are now spilling freely from your eyes as the coarse hairs at his base tickle your nose.

You suction your cheeks taut and lick along the underside of his shaft, the wet sounds of your sucking growing sloppy, Joel’s pubic hairs now shiny with your spit and his fingers are now pulling hard at your hair, the slight sting in your scalp a pleasurable one and only spurring you on.

A particularly harsh suck has Joel throwing his head back onto his pillow, sweaty curls falling like a halo around his pleasure-wrought features. Whiskey colored eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, nose scrunched, and lips parted in a quiet, guttural groan that lingers in the warm, sticky summer atmosphere of your shared bedroom.

“I’m— fuck!” He damn near whimpers when your free hands reaches out to caress his heavy balls, squeezing getnly as you continue to arduously suck and stroke his length, your hand and mouth working in tandem and meeting in the middle. “I’m close, sweetheart.”

You moan hungrily around him, the vibrations nearly sending Joel over the edge, the hand on your head now pushing you down onto his cock without hesitation – he knows you can take it. Hips thrusting up and chasing the velvety, wet warmth of your throat as you gag on him once more, drool spilling out the corners of your mouth all around him, the wet, sucking sounds filling the room obscene.

Joel practically growls when he feels your nails dig into the meat of his thigh, his chin dropping to his chest and he looks down to find you gazing back at him. Your cheeks hollowed, lips stretched around his aching cock, taking all of him like the good girl he knows you are. Your pretty, tear-filled eyes gazing up at him with so much love, and that’s what is his undoing.

You feel it when Joel’s whole body tenses beneath you, fireworks shooting up his spine as he starts to cum with a heavy groan that was lodged deep in his throat. You can’t help but moan around him as he fills your mouth, painting your throat with the hot, salty ropes of his release.

He mutters a string of broken moans, a mixture of curses and grunts of your name as you work him through it. The grip Joel has on your hair starts to lighten up — though, only a bit — but it’s enough for you to pull back on his length a bit to allow your hand to join your mouth in its ministrations. Slowly, but firmly, stroking him and sucking at his cock until you’re sure you’ve swallowed down every drop he has to give you, his stomach practically caving in by the time you’re done with him.

Until he’s reduced to shallow pants and hushed whimpers, Joel’s entire body shuddering as your lips lay one last kiss to his sensitive tip, and he drops an arm over his face, shielding his eyes from the now overwhelming light as he takes a few moments to catch his breath.

You let Joel take all the time he needs to recover, carefully tucking his softening length back into his black boxers.

It’s a few minutes before Joel uncovers his eyes, slowly blinking to adjust the the increasing brightness of the hot summer sun shining into the bedroom, and he’d swear you’re an angel, still nestled between his thighs. You’re busy littering the soft, tanned skin of his thighs and his belly in sweet little kisses and love bites when that deep, sleepy morning voices speaks up again.

“Well good mornin’ to you too, pretty girl.”

Before you can respond, two strong arms are pulling you up the bed — and up Joel’s body, a firm hand on the nape of your neck pulling you in so he can smash his lips to your puffy ones in a longing, appreciative kiss.

His deft hands then slide down your hips to grab your ass, squeezing at the soft flesh with a groan against your lips, before Joel is flipping the two of you over so he’s now the one hovering over you. A little yelp escapes you, but is quickly transformed into a stifled moan as his lips begin kissing a path down your body, now fully awake and more than ready to return the favor.

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Thank you for reading!! x

[karma-vvitch]

Morning Star

Bucky x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None, just some tooth rotting fluff I guess and... kids...

“Alright kids! Single file line please!” A woman said over some rowdy children at the entrance of the compound. ‘These must be the kids Tony told us to welcome’ you thought.

Every year, Tony opens the compound to kids all over the country. Its kind of a field trip staple at this point. This year Tony chose Bucky and me to welcome and tour the the kids around.  “You ready, y/n?” Bucky asks. "I guess so”, I mean they’re just children right?

“Okay kids let’s greet our tour guides a good morning!” “Good morning!” all the kids screamed. Okay, this is going to fun. “Hi kids, I’m Agent Barnes, some of you might know me as the Winter Soldier. Those names feel a little to formal for me so you guys can call me Bucky-” “Hi Bucky” The kids said in unison making you and Bucky chuckle a bit.

“-And this lovely being beside me-” Bucky added a wink making you roll your eyes “-Is Agent y/l/n, you can call her y/n but you may also know her as-” “MORNING STAR!” a boy exclaimed

“Adrien!” The woman behind them, I’m assuming is their teacher, scolded the boy, Adrien. “No, it’s alright” you state as you crouch in front of the now, sheepish boy.  “Hi there, so I’m guessing you’re Adrien”  The boy meekly nodded. “It seems like you were pretty excited awhile ago?” a lilt to your tone. “-And why is that?”  “I-I’m your biggest fan” the boy slightly perked up. “Really?” 

“Really! I-I mean from what I saw you’re super fast, like blinding fast! Like you’re teleporting! a-and whenever you run you glow! like a firefly!” the boy cheerfully exclaimed.  “Wow Adrien, I’m quite flattered with what you said. Honestly I don’t think my powers are as cool as you said they were” You smiled aghast, as the other kids laughed at your dramatics.  “Excuse me, Ms. y/n” a girl chimed in making you turn to her. “Yes?” “Why is your name morning star?” she questioned “It’s quite a long story actually... but have you ever heard the story of the angel, Lucifer?” Some of the kids nodded “Well the story goes that one day god banished Lucifer from heaven since he defied his plan. This made Lucifer a  “Fallen Angel”.  “Were you banished then?” Another kid piped in “No she wasn’t-”  Bucky said, somewhat coming back to wherever he went. “-the reason we call her that is because just like Lucifer, she fell from the heavens.”  “Why not just call her angel then?” Adrien questioned as he looked to Bucky for answers. “Well we do, sometimes, but we thought ‘Angel’ was too common for a code name. So we used the other name of Lucifer, ‘Morning Star’, instead as her code name.” “Oh!” the kids exclaimed “Plus, they said that Lucifer was the most beautiful angel in heaven” Bucky added. At, the kids giggled and ‘oohed’, one of them even whispering the kissing song.  “They did not!” you shoved Bucky slightly on the shoulder, flustered 

Bucky only grinned at you making you roll your eyes again “Whatever, Prince Charming.” You jabbed at him.

“Okay kids, we’re gonna start our tour so please pick a buddy and stay together. We are first going to the common area where we might meet our other teammates!” You exclaimed making the kids excited Meanwhile Bucky just stared at you, content with how happy you were.

Writer’s Note: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND THAT’S A WRAP. This one shot is a little snippet of a new series i’m making which is called ... drum roll please...  ‘File: Fallen Angel’!  EEEEEK i’m super excited for you guys to see it!!! :))) ALSO a small notice. Some of my stories like ‘Strangers in the Night’ will be taken down for rewriting (I can’t help myself but feel CRINGE whenever I look at it) and there will be a new look for my stories (this oneshot being an example) ALSO I’m very sorry for the weird schedule. For the first time in quite a while, my inspiration to write has come back and I really want to right full on stories and not just blurbs (also because my life has no sense of direction).  A n y w a y s, Thank you for reading this story and I hope it fuels anticipation for the series >:)) h e h e Any similarities with any other stories are just coincidences! Comments and Suggestions are always appreciated! Thank you again! and see you soon!

[pascalpanic]

Caffeine Rush: Chapter Thirteen / Breve

W/C: 2.8k

Warnings: fluff, lack of sleep, lots of wedding talk, language, money is spent copiously

A/N: Hi loves!! I’m so sorry about the hiatus. if you follow me, you’ve seen that my life is really crazy right now and I’m doing my best to produce what I can but it’s just not possible all of the time. I hope you love this chapter!! I’m so excited for this new plot line eeeeek

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breve: cappuccino made with half-and-half; a thicker, creamier consistency than a normal latte

Your head rests in Javier’s lap as he sits upright on the edge of your bed, using the phone. His free hand alternates between toying with your hair and tapping the pen against the notebook on his other thigh.

“Great. Yeah, okay.” Javier reads off his card number through the phone, and you can hear the tinny strain of the airport worker’s voice through your landline. “It’s booked, then? Okay. Thank you.” Javier hangs up and scratches down a series of numbers the worker wrote, holding it to your face so you don’t have to lift your head. “Flight to Laredo. Booked for tomorrow night.”

Sitting up straight, you take your face in his hands and kiss him happily, laughing softly into his lips. Javi laughs back too, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer. “Ah! I can’t wait,” you laugh as you break away and press your forehead to his, draping your arms across his shoulders.

Your room is in a state of partial deconstruction, things packed in half-full boxes that are scattered around on the floor and on dressers. You’ve been packing what you can, but there’s still too much, especially when you finally decided on this all, what, three days ago now?

Javier’s face has never looked happier than now, absolutely beaming as he looks at you. “Can you believe it?” He asks.

Shaking your head, you kiss him again, standing and continuing to kiss him until you’re fully upright. “Come on, we gotta get planning and packing then,” you grin and pull him along to the living room.

“It’s nearly midnight, cariño,” he shakes his head and tugs back against you, trying his best to stay glued to the couch but eventually following you begrudgingly, fixing his messy hair.

“I don’t give a single shit,” you laugh and lead him to the couch, taking his notebook in your hands and plopping down. “We can sleep after this whole thing.”

Actually, Javier thinks to himself, I won’t have any time to sleep after this whole thing. The whole thing means me going back to work. But he doesn’t say anything. You’re too excited and, to be honest, he is too.

The phone rings from the kitchen and you and Javier both stand to answer it. “That better not be the airline,” he grumbles as he removes the phone from the receiver. “Hello?”

You stand next to him, pencilling in details in the notebook. “What time is the wedding again?” You whisper-ask as you start jotting down information you’ve discussed or want to. Location: Our Lady of Guadalupe Catholic Parish, where Javier was baptized and practically raised on Sunday mornings.

Javier puts the phone to his chest and reminds you. “7 in the morning.” You write that down. Time: 7 AM, the only time the priest could squeeze in before masses and other religious services surrounding the holidays. “Oh, hi. I didn’t recognize your voice at first.”

So it’s someone he knows, you note. You don’t listen to the conversation closely, rather just noting that Javier’s tone is somewhat happy as you write down more information and a series of questions on the notebook page.

Javier talks with whoever is on the other line for about five minutes before tapping your shoulder. “Yeah, sure, I’ll put her on,” he nods. My dad, he mouths to you.

Frowning at the lack of time he gave you to prepare, you take the phone from him and put it to your ear. “Hi, Chucho?” You ask.

A warm, friendly voice rings through the receiver. “That’s me. It’s wonderful to finally hear your voice, bonita. All I know so far is Javier’s words about you.”

His words make you laugh, leaning against the kitchen counter. “The same for you. I’m excited to finally meet you. I’d love to get to know you more before the wedding.”

“We would’ve had a better chance if you two didn’t rush into things,” Chucho teases, though you can tell it’s all good-natured and happy. “I never thought the kid would marry, now he’s 40 and jumping head first into it. From what I’ve heard, though, I’m glad it’s with you.”

The man is loved around Laredo, and you can clearly tell why. His voice is soothing and he seems to be a good man. “I’m really excited,” you chuckle nervously as you steal a glance at Javier. “He’s wonderful. I’m sure that’s thanks to you.”

Chucho lets out a loud and hearty laugh. “No, no thanks to me there. Javier didn’t listen to a thing I said until about ten years ago. But I did what I could.”

You laugh at that too, especially as Javier’s brow furrows and he looks at you in a question. “I’m sure it’s more than you think,” you assure him. “Oh, while I have you on the line, could I ask something of you?”

“Anything,” the man says.

Looking at Javier as you ask him, your face grows into a smile. “Would you walk me down the aisle at the wedding? Seeing as you’re new father.”

He’s speechless for a second before his voice returns. “You think so highly of me even without knowing me?” He chuckles cautiously, his voice thick with emotion.

“Of course. I feel as if I’ve known you my whole life from Javier’s words.”

Chucho’s voice is nearly watery as he returns to speaking. “Then it would be an honor, mija.”

The term of endearment melts your heart, even making you a little teary eyed. “Ah! I can’t wait. That means the world to me, Chucho.”

“Ah,” he stops you. “It’s Papá now.”

“Well, thank you, Papá,” you smile and nod, Javier chuckling as he hears you. “We have to get to packing, but it was wonderful to talk with you. I’ll see you tomorrow!”

“See you then,” Chucho nods. “Would you put Javier back on?” He asks.

“Of course,” you agree and hand it over, heading to the living room and packing the things from your coffee table.

Javier talks with Chucho a little longer, coming out with a fallen face. You frown at his expression until he speaks.  “I guess I better start writing my vows,” he sighs dramatically, as if this whole thing is a hassle to him.

“You’d better,” you laugh in return, unable to stop grinning at the concept. You realize you do too, though you have a rough idea written out in your head. Filled with the burst of energy, you pop up from the couch and take his hand. “Alright, let’s get packing.”

“God, you’re all over the place with energy,” he grunts as he stands. “And what do you mean we?” Javier teases but stands as well. “This is all your shit. I came here with a duffle bag and a jacket.”

Rolling your eyes, you wrap your arms around him and kiss him excitedly. “Hey, we’re getting married, remember? The whole thing about sharing everything applies starting now.”

“Even your coffee?” He teases as he spins you into a twirl in the hallway before your bedroom.

Kissing him once more, you break away and grab the suitcase out from your closet. “Don’t push it, Peña.” You smile up at him teasingly and he laughs too, rushing over to you and tackling you into the bed, kissing you happily while you giggle relentlessly.

“You either, Peña,” he teases back, and the realization that you’re soon becoming Mrs. Peña makes your heart soar even further.

Pushing him off of you with hardly any effort, Javier doing the rest of the work, you get up and scan through your closet. “Should I get a white dress?” You ask him as you shift the hangers around.

Javier thinks on it. “Well, you don’t have to. Whatever you want is okay with me.”

Frowning at the lack of white dresses in your closet, you turn to him and sigh. “I want to but I don’t want a bridal dress, you know. Just something nice. Would that work?”

“Cariño, I’ve seen Laredo women get married in jeans. When I say it’s all your choice, I mean it.” He reminds you and stands, heading to his section of the dresser and grabbing his duffel bag as well.

You’ll have to leave some of the clothing behind, you realize as you look at the scale of what you have to pack things in versus what you own. God, you don’t want to go through this right now, but there’s no time. You have to rush, because the flight leaves in just under twenty-four hours. “Game plan,” you begin. Javier nods and waits for you to start, mentally noting what you’ll say. “We donate a bunch of these clothes in the morning at the local charity shop. I’m talking early morning. Then we go shopping, get rings, maybe get a white dress, pack the rest of everything…” you trail off as you realize the list goes on and on and you have absolutely no time to do everything.

Javier notices you trailing off and turns. “Okay. Just start throwing shit in boxes, anything you want to bring down. I’ll get that dropped off at the embassy, who’ll get it down to Colombia for us, while you drop the clothes and things you don’t want at the charity shop.”

“You’re so smart,” you chuckle and look at him lovingly before folding clothing and stuffing it into a box that also contains photos, jewelry, the like.

Javier’s packing goes much quicker than yours, unsurprisingly. He has less here, much less. You’ve got your entire home to pack up. He helps you with what he can, tossing things in a state of chaos into the boxes, duffel bags, and suitcases. Your closet takes the longest, then the dressers, and by the time the sun is nearly rising, all you have out are essentials to use today.

Your eyes are heavy and so are Javier’s. His shoulders visibly droop as he covers a box in packing tape. When he finishes, you take the box from him and stack it elsewhere, kissing his cheek. It’s 4:15 now, hardly any time before you have to be up and moving, but you pull back the covers to the bed and ask Javier the nonverbal question: sleep?

He nods in agreement and slides into the bed, you following and nestling into his side. You’ve developed a perfect position for the two of you by now, and your hand rests on Javier’s chest as he lets out a deep sigh. “You’re the best, baby,” you murmur to him.

He’s already half asleep by the time you’re both situated. “Mhm,” he murmurs, body going slack against the bed as the sleep he fought for so long wins the battle.

-

Meeting Javier at your coffee shop, now around 11 in the morning, you bundle your coat tighter around your torso. Your hands cling to the hot travel cup in your hands, waiting to see him.

You chose to meet at the coffee shop for two reasons: it’s central, and you wanted to say one last goodbye to your coworkers and friends before leaving. All of the people were surprisingly enthusiastic and kind about your leaving. One manager, the one who has always bothered you and had a seemingly nonsensical vendetta against you, pouted a little about your lack of a two-week notice, but even she was happy for you and gave you a warm hug goodbye.

As your final coffee from your beloved shop dwindles, Javier pulls up to the curb in your car. Well, it’s no longer yours- you finalized the sale of it to your coworker just inside. She has the pink slips and everything. Javier parks it and gets out as you lay a hand on the hood, silently thanking Whitney for all it got you through. Javier kisses your cheek when he approaches. “Ready to shop?”

“Yeah,” you grin as he wraps an arm around you, his other hand stealing your coffee and taking a swig.

The shop is central to a large part of the shopping in Georgetown, so the two of you walk along to the local jeweler. As you enter, the warmer air of the shop makes your body relax.

“What’s our budget?” You ask Javier quietly.

“No budget. Find what you love and we’ll make it work,” he murmurs back to you with a kiss to your head.

This makes you frown up at him. “Javi. Give me a guideline here. There has to be a budget.”

“Under a million,” he teases and walks away to look at the men’s rings before you can even argue.

Sighing, you politely converse with the man behind the counter over what you’re looking for, though your description is extremely vague: where are the wedding rings?

There are a lot of options. A lot. You’re drawn towards the silver section, the ones with clear diamonds embedded in them. The selection takes quite a while longer from there, but you choose one with two thin strands with a woven look; one strand is solid silver, the other is embedded with diamonds, and there’s one larger diamond in the center. It’s lovely, simple yet beautiful, and you turn to Javi to check his progress only to find he’s decided quite a while ago.

The ring Javier chose is simple too: gunmetal gray, made of tungsten. It suits him; surely it’ll blend into his pistol when he’s in the field. “Oh, that’s very Javier,” you chuckle as you look at it.

Javier admires yours. “And this one is very you.” He frowns a little as he looks at it then back at you. “Making me feel like mine is very simple.”

“Well, it is, but that’s what makes it so fitting,” you smile and kiss his cheek.

The jewelers grab one of each ring in your size and Javier pays for them. You notice that yours costs significantly more than his, making you wince slightly, but Javier squeezes your hand and grins over at you, clearly not caring about the price tag.

After the ring shopping, you scan a few clothing stores in search of a white dress. The first few have nothing you need, but finally in the fifth store, you find the one.

It’s a simple white dress, tea length with tortoiseshell buttons down the seam and short cap sleeves. “There, that’s it,” you tell Javier, who’s somewhat disinterestedly trailing behind you, on the lookout for anything white.

Javier smiles as you hold it up. Internally, he’s glad you went for the simple look. It puts much less pressure on him to wear something nice. A work suit should do nicely then. “It’s beautiful,” he tells you with an honest smile.

The dress is bought, then you realize all that you’ve done to prepare is finally going to be worth it. You have everything you need; it’s time just to grab things from your apartment and head to the airport.

So you do just that. You grab your carry-on and one luggage bag that you have checked for Laredo and any potential layovers. You pack the white dress in the suitcase and rings in the carry-on, giving one last long glance at your apartment.

This has been home. This place is now emptied of any character, of any hints of love or humanity, but you couldn’t be more excited. Javier stands at the door, a briefcase in one hand and suitcase in the other. “I’ll call the taxi,” he tells you.

The taxi ride to the airport is easy, but you jitter the whole way from sheer excitement. This is it. You’re leaving this life behind, getting really, truly, fucking married to a man you met less than a month ago but are already sure you want to spend your life with. It’s exciting and terrifying simultaneously.

At the airport, you snack nervously on some food you packed and Javier reads over a case file that’s declassified enough for public reading. The boarding call comes sooner than you expected, though it’s right on track for your expected time of departure.

Loading on the plane, Javier takes the aisle seat to stretch his long legs, allowing you the window. Buckling and still practically vibrating with excitement, you turn to him and squeeze his hand. “Last chance,” you tease him lovingly.

“Bring it on,” he chuckles and kisses your forehead.

The taxiing takes a bit of time. The plane has to be defrosted and the runway needed had a bit of a backup, but just around 8:30 PM, your plane takes off. Javier takes your hand and kisses the knuckles, a smile hiding behind your hand. “Here we go.” You rest your head on his shoulder and smile as he hums. The tune takes you a second, but you recognize it fairly quickly, as he hums Going To The Chapel.

-

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sweet disposition: 1/? || femaleprofessor!reader x modern!alex kerner

hi bestie hehe i’d like to request a little series for you, sub! a little jealous modern alex keener (of age) x professor! f reader (late 20’s) - shes an english romantic lit professor & her “love interest” is a film professor who is one of alex’s shared teacher. alex has a little crush on her, and knows the film teacher is after her. super fluffy, smut maybe??? u decide baby, im just so excited eeeeek!!!

summary: alex kerner is a senior film student and develops a crush for his friend, denis, english professor

pairing: modern!alex kerner and professor!reader

warnings: age gap (alex is 22 and reader is 32), wet dream, sweet sweet pathetic boy, nsfw, 18+, minors dni

word count: 4,387

a/n: thank you for the request @gotmadison ily sweet gal!! this will be a short fic series i write and will post probably throughout the coming weekend! :) please enjoy and if you have any requests or asks please send them in!!!

For Alex Kerner, a senior film student, nothing bored him more than the first day of a new unit. He knew what to expect - twenty plus slides about some dead, or borderline dead, director while connecting their life to the style of films they did and how it related to whatever political controversy was going down at the time. Alex knew that there was a reason for going into so much history to better understand the meaning of the films, but jesus did it have to drag for so long?

The auditorium that Alex’s class was held in was larger, although the class was rather small. There were maybe, at most, thirty students in his class, including him, which felt empty as the auditorium they were in was meant to hold almost double that. Alex didn’t mind though, of all the rows, he was the only one in the back, taking the middle seat - of course, the best view to see a film. He recognized a lot of the faces in his class, as it was a senior level class, but he didn’t bother to converse with many.

It wasn’t that he was shy, not overly at least, he just didn’t care to make friends. It was an afternoon class, he was just getting out of work to rush to his class, and far too exhausted to try and fake being friendly…hence him sitting in the back, all alone. 

The ‘Authorship in Cinema’ course he was currently in was held twice a week - both two hours long. The first class of the week was held for lectures and the second class was held for the film screening. The university was just getting back from winter break, continuing into the last half of the semester. In Alex’s class they had finished their unit on Roman Polanski before the break and they came into the next covering Krzysztof Kieślowski. Alex was thrilled to say the least about not having to listen to his film professor rave on Polanski. Even after discussing Polanski’s case, his professor still seemed to idolize the man.

Alex was not fond of his film professor. He was a younger professor, maybe in his late thirties, early forties, and he seemed to praise the worst directors he could find. His name was Jaxon Thorne and was the staple image of a douche. He always wore faded jeans that were tight in the crotch, scuffed up sneakers that he always tried to pass as being cool, and a sweater with a scarf - even though they were inside. He truly didn’t get how girls liked the man. Alex wouldn’t lie though, some of his opinions were interesting, but the guy loved to hear himself talk, that much was obvious. 

They weren’t even at the tenth slide yet when Alex felt himself beginning to doze off. Work had been busy today, fixing satellites and dealing with prissy wives and their drunk husbands. He was almost late getting to class with all the traffic that was on the highway. The last thing he wanted to do was attend class. It took everything in him not to put his head down and go to sleep right there. He had done it before, and that was a mistake he would never make again. Waking up to everyone staring and snickering while the teacher was hovering over you meant for a lasting effect.

But Alex just couldn’t take it, he was so bored with Kieślowski’s early work. The documentaries of everyday lives for city dwellers, workers, and soldiers could not keep his attention even if he wasn’t tired. He sunk down into his seat, crossing his arms over his chest, before craning his head to the side on his shoulder. His blinking became slow, desperately trying to stay awake and pay attention, but his eyes grew heavy, and before he knew it, his mouth was gaped open, drool slipping out of the corner of his lips.

He didn’t know how long he had dozed off for, but when he woke up he heard the projector screen zip up and the lights click on. Jumping slightly, Alex sat back up, feeling the stickiness of his drool on his face. With a groan, he wiped his face with the sleeve of his jean jacket before beginning to pack his things up into his bag.

“On Wednesday we will dive into his documentary, Workers, and discuss the censorship aspect of it. Come prepared to watch the screening and discuss afterwards. If anyone has any questions or comments, I’ll be staying after for a few minutes.” 

Rolling his eyes, Alex pushed himself out of his chair, swinging his bag over his shoulder before rushing out the back door at the top of the auditorium. He couldn’t have gotten out of there fast enough to avoid his teacher from going off on an ‘intellectual conversation’ on their new unit. Barf.

Alex was happy though to finally be out of class and to enjoy his hour and a half break before his next class. He knew he should have been finalizing what project he wanted to submit for critique in his senior portfolio, but he needed something to wake him up. 

As he turned the hallway, going to leave the building, he stopped by the vending machine and pulled out a crinkled bill from his pocket, pushing it into the machine before pressing the buttons to get a bottle of Coke. To his luck, however, the machine stalled, the bottle retriever getting stuck in front of the row and producing an obnoxious ‘whirring’ noise. 

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me!” Gripping the side of the vending machine, Alex shook the machine roughly, rocking the broken vending machine back and forth until setting it back, sending a punch to the front of it.

“Woah, woah! Jesus man what did that vending machine do to you?”

Turning his head, Alex’s glare softened at the sight of his friend, Denis, approaching him. Denis, with his books still in his hands, tucked them under his arm as he stood in front of the machine, watching as the machine stalled with Alex’s bottle of Coke.

“The stupid thing got stuck! Is it too much to ask for a bottle of co-”

Before he could finish his sentence, the machine began to work again, grabbing the bottle and dispensing it below. Staring blankly at the bottom, his lips pulled into a tight line, Alex could only feel the embarrassment settling in - and it didn’t help to hear Denis laugh at how ridiculous he reacted.

“Oh my god, dude, you seriously need to take it easy. Did work kill you that bad?” Denis asked, watching as Alex bent down to pull out the bottle, standing back up as he began unscrewing the cap, guzzling the pop down. 

Nodding his head, Alex screwed the cap back on before tucking the bottle in his bag, hiccuping at the carbonation before sighing, “Yeah, and it doesn’t help that I gotta go to Professor Dick’s class right after.” 

Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, Denis nodded, listening to Alex as he vented, “Yeah, Thorne’s a real piece of work. But hey! Only gotta deal with him for another semester after this. Who knows, maybe he will knock a student up and ditch down?”

The fantasy would have been nice to come true, but Alex knew that it would stay just that - a fantasy. Thorne was a questionable guy, with interesting ideas and made borderline inappropriate comments towards the female students in all his classes…but that was just it, he could charm anyone he wanted, and that’s how he stayed around.

“Yeah, maybe when dogs walk on two legs…” Alex mumbled, pressing his knuckles to his eyes and rubbing the sleep out of them, a yawn escaping his lips. 

As he dropped his hands down to his side, he felt Denis nudge him in the arm, groaning at the contact as he was too tired to have any contact, “You got class at seven right?”

Nodding, Alex blinked, a tired smile on his face as he smacked his lips, “Yeah…seven to nine, best time of day to have a senior portfolio workshop.” 

Denis laughed at the sarcastic comment, mentioning that it could’ve been worse and be at seven in the morning than at night. Alex, however, couldn’t see how anything could be worse than an evening class after a long day of work.

“Listen, I got my ‘Romanticism in Literature’ class in a few…why don’t you come with me? My teacher’s pretty cool and I’m sure she won’t mind if you sit in. I’m in the back anyways so she probably won’t even realize. She’s got pretty bad vision I’ve realized. I think she said that her glasses don’t got the right prescription or somethin. She’s always runnin late and claims she never has time to put her contacts in.” 

The detailed explanation of the professor’s vision made Alex laugh, shaking his head as Denis looked at him confused, cheeks red, “What? It’s what she’s told us! She’s always coming in late. I wouldn’t be surprised if she came in late this time around. She’s got office hours before class, so she probably gets held up with a student.”

“Sounds like you’re in love with her, is that right, Denny Boy? Someone’s gotta crush on the teacher? Ain’t that every high school kid’s fantasy? Get the hots for the teacher?” 

Scoffing, Denis rolled his eyes at Alex’s teasing and shoved him in the arm, “No man, come on now, it ain’t like that. Look if you don’t wanna come I don’t care, but I gotta go before I’m late.”

Holding his hands up in defense, Alex trailed behind Denis, going back in the direction he originally came from, “Hey, hey, I was only kidding, don’t gotta get defensive. I’ll take along, hopefully I won’t fall asleep in this class. Why you even taking this class anyways?”

Following Denis into the class, the auditorium setup similar to the one he just came out of, except smaller, Alex sat beside Denis in the back row, watching as the class filled up, only a few seats not filled. 

“I guess I gotta earn some more credits outside my degree, this was the only one that wasn’t completely filled up yet and it worked with my schedule. It ain’t too bad, she gives us a lot of free time to work.” 

Watching as Denis set his bag down beside him, opening his textbook to where they left off the other day, Alex watched Denis prep for the class, the teacher not in sight. Alex figured that the teacher must have been running late, like Denis said she always did, but he couldn’t help but wonder how long it’d be before she even showed up.

Fifteen minutes after class was supposed to begin the front door ripped open, slamming shut seconds after while heels frantically clicked towards the desk in the front of class.

“Sorry I’m late! I got caught up with another professor. I hope you all enjoyed your winter breaks and are happy to be back. I know I’m thrilled to be back!” 

The sweet voice caught Alex’s attention, his eyes pulling from his cell phone and to the front of the class where the professor had just walked in. He felt his mouth fall open slightly, catching it before Denis noticed his reaction.

He was expecting an old lady for Denis’ class, someone who was on the edge of death and smelled of cats. What he found, however, was someone the complete opposite. Younger, curvier, and the scent that filled the room when she entered was warm - like she just finished drinking a cup of coffee.

Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun, bangs hanging low over her eyes, covering the tops of her crooked frames. She couldn’t have been all that older than him, maybe mid-thirties at max. He didn’t notice what she was wearing below, but the shirt she wore clung to her so well, the outline of her fuller chest displayed with her necklace dipping into her cleavage. 

‘Good God, Alex, get a hold of yourself.’

Alex watched the professor, noticing her speaking although his lusted thoughts deafened his ears. He assumed she was asking how the break went and if anyone did anything fun because a few people raised their hands, a kind smile on her face as she listened to her students.

“That’s great to hear, Polly! You’ll have to show me the photos you took sometime. I have never been to that side of the country before,” Her head shifted towards the other side of the room, looking up at the higher rows. “Did anyone else have anything to share about their break?”

Denis’ professor sat patiently and listened to everyone who wanted to share, giving everyone the opportunity to discuss their breaks before she opened up her laptop to get started with class. Alex watched as she picked up the remote and pointed it to the projector box, the screen coming down beside her with her computer screen displayed.

Her home screen featured what he assumed to be her and some friends. He recognized a few of the people in the photo as they were also professors at the university - what made Alex turn his nose, however, was right beside her - in all his douchebag glory, Jaxon Thorne. Before he could make a cohesive thought, the photo went away and a slideshow on Mary Shelley appeared…and maybe for the better.

“Okay everyone! As mentioned in the email, we are gonna be diving into Mary Shelley’s novel Frankenstein for this part of the semester,” She began, her warm smile still ignited, chuckling lightly as some of the students up front became uneasy in their seats, excited for the novel, “I’m glad to hear we have some fans. Now, I promised that I wouldn’t give you any reading over break, but because of that we will be reading quite a bit over the next few weeks.”

The slide shifted to the reading guide and what chapters were due when. Alex watched as some students scribbled the due dates down while others pulled out their cell phones, snapping a photo before stuffing their phones away. 

“For Wednesday I would like you all to have read the preface and letters one through four. Come prepared to discuss your analyses of the text and any questions you may have. Of course, I’ll have my office hours open tomorrow and Wednesday before class, but if there are any questions, you can send me an email and I’ll try to get back with you in a timely manner.” 

The rest of class seemed to lull by, Alex’s gaze fixed on the professor that continued to go over what the last half of the semester would look like, answering the occasional question, before finally it was time to pack up and go. Frowning, Alex shifted in his seat, looking at Denis who was packing things up in his bag. 

“It’s over?” Alex asked, eyebrows furrowed, a pathetic frown on his face.

Looking up from his bag, Denis smiled, nodding, “Yeah man, it is. Why? You fall in love with Mary Shelley?” Standing up, Denis pushed his seat under the table and shrugged his shoulders, “I mean, if it works for your schedule and you’re interested, maybe go up and ask if you can enroll. I don’t know if you’ll be able to with it being so late in the semester, but it’s worth a shot,” Glancing down at his watch, Denis sighed, “Look, I gotta run, but let me know how it goes, okay?” Patting Alex’s back, Denis rushed up the stairs and out the back door, fleeing the auditorium to get to his next class on time.

Meanwhile, Alex kept seated, watching as the professor talked with some students who approached her desk after class, laughing and admiring the editions of Frankenstein that students presented. Was this how professors could be with their students? Actually caring and involved? It seemed like Alex had poor luck with his own professors - either they were old as a bat and didn’t know how to work the computer, or they were a presumptuous dick.

When the students began to flock out, already discussing how they were looking forward to Wednesday’s class, Alex finally stood up, pulling his bag over his shoulder and making his way down the auditorium steps. She hadn’t noticed him as he walked, writing something down in her planner. As he stood now in front of her, he cleared his throat awkwardly, gaining her attention as she looked up, squinting before taking her glasses off.

“Hello,” he began shyly, adjusting the strap of his bag, “I’m Alex. My friend, Denis, he’s in your class.” 

At the mention of Denis, she smiled and nodded, “Yes! Denis, nice boy he is,” She adjusted her position in her seat, leaning back slightly, “I-I’m sorry, are you in my class? I don’t believe I’ve ever see-”

“No! I mean, no, no I’m not in your class. I have a free hour before my next class and Denis invited me to sit in for this one,” He rushed, cheeks red as he realized how abruptly he had interrupted her, “I’m sorry, um, yeah I just came down because I really enjoyed your lecture today. I was curious if there was any way I could maybe enroll? I know it’s late in the semester, but I did enjoy today.” 

The cheeky smile faded into a sadder, smaller smile. She chewed on her bottom lip before leaning forward again, crossing her arms over chest, accentuating her cleavage that Alex desperately tried not to stare at.

“Oh, I’m sorry Alex, but I don’t think I can convince the department to let you in this late in the semester. I love your enthusiasm with the course and would love to have you in my class, but I don’t think I can make that happen.” Her smile dropped to a frown when she saw the visible disappointment in Alex’s face before bending over to open her bag, pulling out a copy of Frankenstein, handing it to Alex.

Looking down at the copy, Alex opened the cover, reading what he assumed to be her name in the cover, before flipping through the pages, a weak smile on his face, trying his best to not look so pathetic in front of her.

“How about this? I probably shouldn’t, but if you want to sit in on the days you’re free, you’re more than welcome to. I’ll forward you the reading guide so you can keep up with us, but you won’t earn any credit in this class. Is that okay?” 

His frown turned into a grin, looking up from the book, Alex nodded, his cheeks pink as his toothy crooked grin spread across his face, “Yeah, yes. Thank you,” Tugging down the front of his striped blue shirt, he cleared his throat awkwardly, looking down at the book before back up at her, “Um, so when are your office hours? Just in case I have any questions?”

Letting out a faint ‘ah’, she opened her notebook and scribbled some notes down, tearing off the paper and handing it to Alex, “You’re more than welcome to shoot me an email though if you need help outside of my office hours. Or you can call my office number, sometimes I answer it.” She admitted, her own cheeks going pink at the confession.

Smiling, Alex looked down at the paper and made a mental note to remember all that she had given him.

My email,

My office number,

Office hours are M&W: 3-5:15 and T&R: 1-2

Class takes place on M&W from 5:30-6:30

:)

The smile she left on the page made Alex’s stomach flutter. His thumb ran along the smiley face before he looked up, thanking her quietly for the note. She was sweet, almost too sweet for Alex to absorb, like he was in a sugar coma and begging for more. 

“Of course, it was nice to meet you Alex. I’m looking forward to seeing you in class. I don’t mean to run off, but I’m to meet another professor here in a couple minutes and don’t need to be lectured on being late.”

When she stood up, Alex’s face went hot. The flowy flower blouse that showed more cleavage than he had seen on a professor before was tucked into a tight jean skirt, clinging to her hips in all the right places, a thick black belt holding it all together. If it weren’t for the fact that he was right in front of her, he probably would have started drooling. 

Packing up her desk, she stuffed her things in her bag, throwing her sweater over her shoulder before throwing her bag around her, moving around the desk to stand beside it now, looking up at Alex. He noted how she was shorter, the heels helping her with height, and how good her legs looked in them. Clearing his throat, he shifted his bag around him to sit in front of his pants, attempting to hide any possible pop-up in his jeans.

“If you’re free tomorrow, stop by my office hours. I’ll even buy you a coffee if it’s too early for you. I know you college boys stay up far too late. I can only imagine what your mothers think.” She teased, shaking her head and she turned and began to head out of the room, hearing Alex keep tight on her trail. 

Turning off the lights and letting him leave first, she shut the door behind her and stood beside Alex, motioning towards the English department office, “I’ll see you tomorrow, or Wednesday, my office is the last one on the right. I’ll be sure to leave my door open!” 

Nodding, Alex smiled and waved goodbye as she waved back, rushing down the hall and weaving through the students to get into the office. Letting out a sigh, Alex leaned against the doorway, processing his first encounter with the professor, the boyish lust grin stuck on his face.

⋆ ⋆ ⋆

Panting hard, Alex gripped her hips tight, his fingers digging into her plush figure, grunting as he snapped his hips into her from behind, her pillowed ass meeting him with each thrust. The sweat that built up on him was beginning to fall down face, trailing down his neck and chest. 

Tangling his right hand into her hair, his left still placed on her hips, Alex pulled her locks gently, smiling at the sound of her wanton moan, her eyes rolling back into her head. 

“A-Alex! Oh god, Alex, I don’t think I’m going to last. F-Fuck!” 

Feeling his own climax build, Alex let out a shaky breath as he bent down craning his neck to kiss her lips as he continued to rut inside of her, his thrusts becoming sloppy and quicker.

The sensation became too much too quickly, his legs shaking as he kneeled behind her befo-

Jolting awake, the obnoxious phone alarm woke Alex from his dream, resulting in a now completely frustrated mood. While still on his back, Alex reached behind him on the shelf that rested behind his bed frame, pulling his phone up and looking at the screen, squinting to gain his vision from waking up, the bright screen burning his eyes.

When he unlocked his phone and opened it, prompting him to his email, his frown lit up and turned into a smile, seeing her name in his inbox.

Good evening, Alex!

I’m sorry this is so late, I’m finally getting back to my apartment and wanted to send this your way before I forgot. Here is the reading guide for the rest of the semester and that information I shared with you earlier in case you lost it.

I look forward to seeing you in my office tomorrow or Wednesday. I hope you have a good night! :)

Best!

Alex’s mood quickly shifted after reading the email. While he was disappointed that the wet dream he was having with her ended so soon, he was more than pleased to see that he had an email from her. Clicking his phone off, Alex tossed his phone onto his bed, sitting up with his hand behind him to keep him up.

His room illuminated a red/orange hue from the lava lamp that sat on his dresser in the corner of his room. Turning his attention towards the window, he looked behind the blinds to see the city life outside his apartment lit up, the sound of music coming from the club down the road and laughs from those partying. 

Letting out a yawn, Alex shook his head and rubbed his face, shifting his legs before stopping quickly, feeling the mess in his boxers. Looking down, Alex groaned seeing the stain in his boxers, pressing his hand to feel the wet spot before sighing, standing up. He pulled his boxers carefully off, tossing them into his laundry basket before making his way into the bathroom to clean up. 

When he entered the small bathroom that was connected to his room, he hissed at the bright light as it came on, looking at himself in the mirror. His hair was tangled up, sticking out on the sides and his eyes were squinted, too tired to open them fully. Shaking his head, Alex climbed into the shower and started the water, the cold water hitting him both waking him up and cooling himself down.

He was absolutely and pathetically smitten over her. There was no doubt about it. Since leaving her class, the only thoughts that occupied his mind were of her. He had already planned out what he would wear tomorrow when he went to her office hours. It was pathetic, truly, with how quickly he was letting the woman ruin him. It was ridiculous to say, no doubt, because what would happen between them? Nothing. Not a single thing would come between the two other than a conversation about Frankenstein, maybe a personal question here and there.

Or so he thought.

[sebsxphia]

eeeeek! once again, i woke up to this sweet little treat and this is the perfect and softest way to start my day! 🥹 i hope you enjoy my ramblings of love below! 💗

You had both decided that it would feel better once you got used to being in littlespace out in public and that the museum was the next step.

"Okay, little bug. Do you remember the rules?" He asks.

Rhett knew that this entire place would be far too busy and exciting for you to think about using the bathroom, eating or drinking, so he put snacks and a water bottle in his bag and you in a pull-up, just in case.

He looks around, noting how many people are there. "Daddy can't pick you up here, lovebug," He informs gently. "Maybe if there's something you can touch that you can't reach, but I can only carry you around at home." It wasn't that he didn't want to, but he didn't want anyone to ask questions while you were out in public like this.

i could quote back your entire fic, because every. little. detail. was so beautifully thought out and added to the story in each of their perfect ways. right from the start you create this sweet and thoughtful narrative of caregiver rhett, and how in tuned he is to your needs. wanting to embrace you being little in public, having everything he needs for this scenario, still having rules that need listening to and having reasoning that he can’t do everything, because you are in public. i just— SQUEEEEEEE! i love it so much 🥹🫶🏼

"It won't hurt you, love." He assures. "It's just a light. Here, Daddy will show you," Rhett places his hand under the light, and you watch in awe as the blue veins under the skin in his hand become visible. "Cool, huh?" He smiles, "Now you try."

he’s so gentle and patient with you 🥺 he truly is the best caregiver.

"Sign says you can," Rhett nods.

You look down at the water again and then back up at him. "No, I don't want to," You say, walking right off.

The laugh that leaves Rhett is from his chest, surprised and hearty. Sometimes, he forgot how much he loved you in littlespace. You were at your happiest and your most authentic, never caring about what other people thought and never doing anything you didn't want to do.

i giggled so much at this 🤭 and i love how much rhett loves to see it too!

Once you walked through the last bit of the dinosaurs and through the big black doors that led to the newly added space exhibit, Rhett noticed how you had become slightly fidgety, unable to stand still. It could very well be your excitement but he wouldn't be a very good caregiver if he didn't check in. "Bug," He starts, speaking low and close to you so that no one else could hear. "Do you need to use the potty?"

"Are you sure?" he asks, with a raised eyebrow, still noting how you shifted your weight from foot to foot, before brushing his hand over the front of your pants lightly. It was as discreet of a check he could do here, wanting to see if you had already had an accident. Thankfully, you hadn't. "I think that maybe we should try,"

Rhett sighs and runs a hand over his face, then freezes, an idea popping into his head. "I know you don't have to go," He says, walking up to you again, "But Daddy has to go, and you wouldn't make me go all by myself, would you?"

he just knows and the subtle checking was such a sweet detail. i also love how he’s always able to come up with sneaky little ways to convince you otherwise 🤭

Rhett smiles, happy that he got you to go and slightly proud that you held it long enough to make it. "You are so big, love. Daddy's big bug, not having any accidents or making any messes." He says, grabbing you a new pull-up from his bag.

i love being daddy’s big bug! but i’m also daddy’s little bug 🥰

i loved this beyond words. this felt so soft and personal to me. i’m going to be re-reading this forever and ever and ever! thank you so much for sharing this 🥹💗🫶🏼

￫ Description: Rhett takes you, his little, to a museum

￫ c/w: This contains age regression and the use of a pullup.

￫ a/n: no use of y/n, no pronouns, again contains non-sexual age regression

"Daddy, I wanna see the stars!" You whine, pulling on his hand that you were currently holding.

Rhett only chuckles. "I know you want to see the stars, bug, but the stars are at the very end; don't you wanna see everything else? Don't you wanna see the dinosaurs?"

You had both decided that it would feel better once you got used to being in littlespace out in public and that the museum was the next step. They had just installed a space exhibit, and you were all too excited to see it.

"Dinosaurs are scary," You mumble, squeezing his hand. Once he pays for the entry fee and you get inside, he crouches down in front of you, something that always makes you feel smaller.

"Okay, little bug. Do you remember the rules?" He asks.

You nod. "No running off, no touching unless the sign says you can and tell Daddy when I have to go potty," You grin, proud that you remembered.

"That's right, you're so smart," He smiles, putting his hands on either side of your face and kissing your forehead. Rhett knew that this entire place would be far too busy and exciting for you to think about using the bathroom, eating or drinking, so he put snacks and a water bottle in his bag and you in a pull-up, just in case.

The first exhibit is the health one, which is pretty boring; if anyone asked you, there was not much to do, just lots to read, but there was one little thing where you put your hand under a green light to be able to see the veins under your skin. At first, you didn't want to do it; it was scary, and you couldn't help but yank your hand away with a whimper when Rhett tried to move it closer.

"It won't hurt you, love." He assures. "It's just a light. Here, Daddy will show you," Rhett places his hand under the light, and you watch in awe as the blue veins under the skin in his hand become visible. "Cool, huh?" He smiles, "Now you try."

You're still a little apprehensive about it, but you always trust Rhett, so you place your hand under the green, glowing light and watch as your veins come into view before yanking your hand out again. Now that you know for sure it doesn't hurt, you do it a few more times with a soft giggle.

The next exhibit is the dinosaurs, one that you weren't excited for, but had to go through to get to the space exhibit. "Daddy, up." You say, reaching out for Rhett, knowing that you would feel much safer in his arms.

He looks around, noting how many people are there. "Daddy can't pick you up here, lovebug," He informs gently. "Maybe if there's something you can touch that you can't reach, but I can only carry you around at home." It wasn't that he didn't want to, but he didn't want anyone to ask questions while you were out in public like this. Of course, he knew that you would pout, but luckily, the space exhibit was next. "Why don't we dig for some dinosaur bones and then go look at the stars," He smiles, trying to redirect you.

It seemed to work because you rushed over to the interactive sand pit where, mainly little kids, could use a brush and a shovel to dig for plastic dinosaur bones. Finding all the bones didn't take too long, even in your headspace, and you were excited to move on.

There was a small table filled with water and plants, with sand at the bottom, and you peered into it. "Can I touch this one?" You ask, frowning up at Rhett.

"Sign says you can," Rhett nods.

You look down at the water again and then back up at him. "No, I don't want to," You say, walking right off.

The laugh that leaves Rhett is from his chest, surprised and hearty. Sometimes, he forgot how much he loved you in littlespace. You were at your happiest and your most authentic, never caring about what other people thought and never doing anything you didn't want to do.

Once you walked through the last bit of the dinosaurs and through the big black doors that led to the newly added space exhibit, Rhett noticed how you had become slightly fidgety, unable to stand still. It could very well be your excitement but he wouldn't be a very good caregiver if he didn't check in. "Bug," He starts, speaking low and close to you so that no one else could hear. "Do you need to use the potty?"

"Uh-Uh," You shake your head. You had just gotten to the space exhibit; there was no way that you were gonna waste your time going to the bathroom.

"Are you sure?" he asks, with a raised eyebrow, still noting how you shifted your weight from foot to foot, before brushing his hand over the front of your pants lightly. It was as discreet of a check he could do here, wanting to see if you had already had an accident. Thankfully, you hadn't. "I think that maybe we should try,"

"No, I don't have to go."

"I know you don't want to go, but we'll come right back, I promise."

At this point, you weren't even listening, too busy looking through a reflective telescope that lets you see a simulated version of all the constellations while you continued to squirm.

Rhett sighs and runs a hand over his face, then freezes, an idea popping into his head. "I know you don't have to go," He says, walking up to you again, "But Daddy has to go, and you wouldn't make me go all by myself, would you?"

That makes you whip around to look at him. "No, I want to go with you!" You say, taking his hand again, which makes him smirk. You never wanted to be too far away from him, especially when little and at times like this, it really worked out for Rhett.

With both of you in the bathroom, you couldn't ignore your full bladder anymore, squirming relentlessly and grabbing at yourself. "Daddy, I have to go!" You whine before he's even finished getting his oversized belt buckle unclipped.

"Okay, okay, you go first," He says, helping you pull down your pants and your pull-up, which was slightly damp before you void your bladder into the toilet.

Rhett smiles, happy that he got you to go and slightly proud that you held it long enough to make it. "You are so big, love. Daddy's big bug, not having any accidents or making any messes." He says, grabbing you a new pull-up from his bag.

"No," You pout, frowning deeply. "Daddy's little bug," you correct stubbornly, making him chuckle, once again.

"Okay, you're right, you're Daddy's little bug," He smiles, pulling the new padded underwear up over your thighs. "Now, what'dya say we go look at some stars and planets, hm?"

[ikeromantic]

Eeeeek massive massive congratulations! So so so happy for ya! Heheh❤❤❤🔥🔥🌈🌸🥺

Could i pretty please with candy on top request 21. First kiss with Theo! Something sugary sweet🥺🥺🔥🌸😨

Thanks so much dear! Sending allll the hugs ❤❤❤❤

Theo focused on the paintings laid delicately on the table in front of him. Each canvas was precious. An opportunity to change the world, to change a life. He squinted through the lens of the magnifying glass, trying to parse the details. Paint strokes, color blends. A feminine cough from the open doorway tore his attention from his work.

“Sorry to disturb you.”

The girl again. She held a tray of food, with a bottle of rouge.

“I guess I missed you scratching at the door, eh hondje?” He grinned at the way the nickname made her squirm. She couldn’t decide if it was an endearment or an insult, and he wasn’t going to enlighten her.

“I’m not your puppy. Anyway, I’ll just set this on the table here.” She nodded to an empty spot on a nearby table.

Theo nodded.

She set the tray down and stepped closer. “So, what are you looking at today?” Her gaze went to the paintings, eyes bright with curiosity.

This close, Theo couldn’t help but notice the way her hair fell against the side of her face. The delicate sweep of her neck. She was more beautiful than any painting. His heart sped at her nearness. He swallowed, lips twisting into a familiar, safe smirk. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

“If I had to guess?” She smiled at him, reached for his hand. He felt her fingers graze the back of his knuckles where he gripped the magnifying glass. “Checking authenticity. Looking at brush strokes, style, and ummm . . .”

“Quality of materials. Sounds like someone was paying attention. I’m surprised, hondje. I should give you a treat.” His words were playful, teasing. But his hand trembled from her touch. A woman should not be able to so unsettle him.

She shrugged, her eyes meeting his and then darting away. “I listen when you talk. Your work is interesting.”

Theo lifted the magnifier. “Would you like to give me your opinion on these, then?”

“Me? I could but . . .”

“Show me what you learned.” Theo insisted.

She reached for the magnifier. Her fingertips were soft and warm as they met his.

Theo meant to hand her the glass, but he let go before she had hold of it. It fell to the thick carpet with a dull thud. He began to bend, reaching for it, just as she did.

Both stopped just a second from collision.

Her hair tickled his cheek as she looked up. “I - I’ll get it.”

This close, he could feel the blush in her cheeks. Hear the rapid beat of her heart and the shallow rhythm of her breath. He felt drawn closer, off-balance, pulled toward her like an iron filing to a magnet. Theo knew she could feel it too.

She licked her lips. Swayed forward, a hairsbreadth.

Theo could not help himself. His right hand lifted, cupping her cheek with his palm. His thumb traced the path left by her tongue. A silken sheen on her lips.

A gasp at his touch, the slightest parting of her lips. Desire heated her eyes, and for a moment, Theo understood what it was Arthur saw in women. But he couldn’t imagine seeing that flame in any one else’s gaze. Nor matching it with his own. He was drawn to that spark. His lips met hers, a slow motion collision that felt inevitable.

She reached for his shoulder, pulling closer, answering the tenderness of his kiss with a sweet urgency of her own.

Theo sat back, pulling her into his arms. Every part of him that she touched felt alive as if until this moment his senses had slept. He did not know if this was love, and if it was, how this silly, sweet, vibrant woman had taken up the empty spaces of his heart.

He broke the kiss reluctantly. “I . . . should get back to work.”

“I should too.” She stood, adjusted her skirt. Her eyes kept coming back to him, questions clear if unspoken.

Theo stood as well, picked up the magnifier. He tried to ignore the way his hands shook, the pounding of his heart.

“Can I . . . can we talk about what just happened later?”

“We will,” Theo promised. “Tonight.” He had no idea what he would say. There wasn’t enough room in his soul for love and revenge.

[smallblip]

Eeeeek! Just read your modern day Levihan headcanons and I loved them!! 😍😍😍 Do you have any more of those involving Levi's mom??

Ah! I’m happy you liked them I love writing HCs. Sure! Here are some mother in law HCs:

1) the first time Kuchel met Hanji was nothing short of a disaster. Hanji had insisted on inviting Kuchel to their apartment and cooking a really elaborate meal. Needless to say, Hanji nearly burns down the kitchen (cooking for THREE people instead of two? A four course meal? Hell yes! No! Don’t help me Levi! Just set the table! Hanji dreams big). Kuchel enters the apartment to Hanji sitting on the floor and sobbing. “Mom... Meet Hanji Zoë...” Levi sighs, “love of my life...”

“Oh my god!” Hanji exclaims, and attempts to get her shit together as quickly as she can. “Oh my...” Kuchel looks around at the mess. But she starts laughing because this is absolutely adorable. Also she thinks it’s really sweet of Hanji to try💖 they get takeout and it’s a good time. Ofc Hanji charms Kuchel? It’s practically a given.

2) after their first meeting, kuchel would ask after Hanji all the time. She’d be on the phone with Levi and less than five minutes into the conversation she would ask him if he could put Hanji on the phone. Levi scoffs and pretends to be annoyed but he’s secretly really pleased the two most important people in this world are getting along.

3) when they visit, kuchel would make them take a week’s worth of food home with them- some bread she baked, some stew to keep in the freezer, some soups for Hanji and Levi to reheat in their office.

4) Kuchel gets really worried about Hanji sometimes (especially around grading season) because they’ll visit kuchel and Hanji will show up with her eyes blown wide open and she will be shaking. “It’s just the caffeine...” Levi would tell kuchel, “it’ll wear out in a few hours...”

“How much did you drink Hanji!” Kuchel asks.

“Two...”

“Cups?”

“Litres...” Levi replies. And he’s happy when kuchel nags at Hanji. It helps lighten his load.

5) have I mentioned Hanji charming kuchel’s socks off? Levi is a carbon copy of kuchel and it really shocked Hanji the first time she met her. Hanji tells kuchel she’s the most beautiful woman she’s ever seen, “what! You’re joking! You can’t be pushing 60! You don’t look a day over 25!”

And Levi would roll his eyes at his mother blushing and preening.

6) Kuchel really enjoys watching Levi and Hanji interact. They’re really cute together and she thinks they’re really good for each other. She’s never quite seen Levi so uninhibited around someone. Sometimes Levi forgets Kuchel’s there and he would drop kisses on Hanji’s face, or slide his hand across Hanji’s butt, and he would notice right after, and murmur an apology. Hanji has slapped Levi’s butt one too many times in front of Kuchel too for the same reason. It’s all G.

[r3volutionary-queen]

oh god that last anon was very thorough in their fav scenes which matched a lot of mine, but let me reiterate:

NGL the place scene. Has to be one of my favs! I was so worried he was gonna hurt someone or her, but he just wanted to protect what was his 🥺 also Steve coming in all stern was quite a moment hahahah

NGL The card game between Darcy and Steve, oh god so many feels it hurts me. That was when they first opened up to each other and it was beautiful while it lasted. Also her making him carry the Victoria’s Secret bag 😭 too funny!!

Oh god for Ignition, how about every SINGLE “oh” uttered between those two doofuses. Those oh’s mean everything to me!

The scene between all three of them on the couch when they take care of Darcy and make her eat and comfy 😭 my heart!!! And then Bucky gets sad, so of course i cried when he didn’t know what he liked to do 😭 EVIL REV

later when they bring her breakfast to talk things out in her room and bucky stares at her lingerie 😏 what a little shit!!! Im in love your honor.

The woman scorned line DAMN REV my hairs stand on end even typing that.

Finally i think one of the most beautiful is when Bucky and Steve share a dance on the rooftop to Unchained Melody 😩😭😭😭😭 im crying just thinking about it. Their love is so timeless and you capture it so well it physically hurts my heart.

Butterfly Effect when Andy sets her on his lap and lets her take what she needs (his scent). And then when he feeds he and just dotes on everything. THE ALPHA COMMAND. Ugh butterfly effect got me fucked uppppp 😩

Anywhos you’re a menace to society and i’ll be old in a retirement home thiking about your stories 💖

Whew! Three answers for the NGL plane scene. Makes me almost want to repost that scene just for shits and giggles because goddamn it was intense. Steve was the ultimate Alpha when he came onto that plane and ngggghhhh the tension 🤤

The card scene! Go Fish! That was my first taste of NGL Steve and Darcy and it was so sweet. I’m glad you liked it as well. Lmao I forget how much humor was in NGL as well. Darcy was a little shit and I loved it.

Bahahaha the italicized oh’s. Forever my trademark! And I still secretly love them and want more 😂

Aw, I remember really enjoying the couch scene with the three of them when I was writing it. It was my first shot at fleshing out the dynamic ❤️ Bucky of course had to inspect the lingerie the following morning because of reasons.

Hmmm. This whole talk of fearing the women scorned is making me want to create a little manip or something with Wanda, Jane, and Darcy... 👀

Another one for the dance! I love it and that scene tugged on my heartstrings so much. It always makes me happy to know that it gets you all, too.

And we have our first Butterfly Effect entry! Ffs Alpha Andy is everything. That man does things to me. I can’t wait to sit down and flesh out part three some more because eeeeek.

Thank you so much for this! It made my day!

[sebsxphia]

kricket, MY LOVE! thank you so much for your increidbly kind and sweet comments! i love reading your reblogs, as always 🥹 please enjoy my ramblings below! 🥰💗

As someone who’s insecure about their belly, this bit honestly melted my heart, it made me smile so big to see that bob would think of it as something that’s desirable and beautiful 🥹

squeeee! i’m so, so happy to hear that this part touched you so. i’m exactly the same as you, my love, but i know that bob floyd loves your belly. he loves touching it, squeezing it, kissing it and when you wear clothes that highlight your belly, oh he’s absolutely going crazy over you!

Also I am the clumsiest person alive so dropping a bunch of things in front of a handsome stranger feels so relatable lmaoo

right?! me too! i’m so pleased you got this vibe 🥹 fun fact, i had this idea after i’d been to the supermarket, with my notepad and pen, and dropped it multiple times whilst balancing my basket 🤭

bob in the flight suit… delicious 🫠 And bob getting all flustered was so precious and had me giggling and kicking my feet, it just feels so in character for him and it’s exactly how I picture him being when he’s into someone 🥹

And then all of this ???? Bob walking you to your car 😭😭 THINKING ABOUT HOW TO TELL THE STORY OF HOW YOU MET AT YOUR WEDDING ???? Seb how am I supposed to cope with all of this cuteness 😭 no but fr the idea of bob being such a planner and being so set in his routines, and then being so caught off guard by you and so lovestruck because he knows he’s found the one is just so him

eeeeek! yaaaay! i’m so pleased to hear how much you loved all of these little details and i’m so touched that you thought that they’re all so him too, my love! 🥹 that’s exactly it! he’s a routine man, but the moment you come into his life, he’s flustered and caught off guard. that is how he knows and he wouldn’t have it any other way. and yeah, bob floyd would make grocery shopping sooooo much better 🤭 just, thank you so much again, my love and i love you so much! mwah! 🥰💗💓💕🫶🏻

shopping lists.

robert ‘bob’ floyd x reader.

￫ summary: you rush to the shops after work to do a quick food shop, but bob floyd was not on your shopping list.

￫ word count: 3.3K.

￫ warnings: mentions of food, supermarkets, feeling hungry and fluff, fluff, fluff.

￫ authors notes: my description of the supermarket is based off uk supermarkets, so i apologise if there’s inaccuracies to us supermarkets! this also hasn’t been proof read. my main masterlist can be found here! 💌

Bob was starving.

He cursed himself under his breath as he drove back from base. He had the driver's window in his baby blue truck rolled down and his forearm resting on the side, his fingers pushing through the sticky summer air as he drove. Air conditioning alone wouldn’t keep him cool, as he still wore his flight suit from training earlier that day. He could feel how the ring of sweat around his neck was sticking to his collar, but he simply didn’t have the time or willpower to shower and change on base.

It had just gone five o’clock in the afternoon and he had gotten off later than he expected. He would’ve already had a small meal to keep him going until dinner by now, but low and behold, when he awoke this morning, as the sun was only a crack along the horizon, he realized he had no substantial food in his fridge.

Bob was a planner. He would do his fortnightly shop routinely, but something came up at work and it had simply slipped his mind. The only thing he could do now was drive as fast as he could to the supermarket, slip in, whisk around the aisles in record time and drive back home to cook something up in under an hour. He had another early start the next morning and as always, he had a routinely early bedtime.

Being a pilot made his reactions lightening fast. This would be easy for him.

As he pulled into the car park and zoned in on a space, he noticed another car also going for the same spot.

You were inches away from the space and although he was in a hunger-fueled rush, being the ever polite gentleman that he was, he let you go for it. Through the glare of the late afternoon sun reflecting off your windshield, he couldn’t quite make out the person driving, but he saw how you politely lifted your hand off the steering wheel to motion, “Thanks!”

Bob responded in turn with his wave and warm smile. He drove a little further forward past your car to find another space and the reflecting sun moved against your windshield to reveal you in a clearer light. You had the sweetest little smile as you thanked Bob. Your lips curled up to meet the creases in the corners of your eyes and your cheeks were a sweet rosy colour.

As he drove away and around the corner of the car park, Bob chewed at the inside of his cheek, still with a small smile twitching on his lips. He had a small hope that he would see you inside, only because he wanted to let you know that he was more than happy to give you the spot.

No other reason.

He was pulled out of his thoughts about your sweet smile as he felt his stomach grumble furiously. After doing a loop around, he managed to find a spot at the opposite end of the car park. He of course cursed himself again under his breath for going shopping at peak hours after everyone had finished work on a weekday, but he only blamed himself. He didn’t blame you. You were simply there first.

The almost freezing blast of air conditioner on his face as he entered the supermarket, was a welcomed change to the ever-growing humid air outside. The tiny, blonde baby hairs on the back of his sweat-coated neck stood up momentarily, as the icy air flowed down and through his flight suit. He felt himself cool down almost instantly. He pulled up with a shopping cart and started with fruits and vegetables at the front of the store. He was desperate to move fast, but his boots were heavy and searingly hot with every step he took around the aisles. That was the only spot on his body that the air conditioning could not reach.

As he came to the end of the fruits and vegetables section, he turned to reach for the tomatoes when suddenly a flurry swooped by him. It caught his attention instantly and he whipped his head around, with his torso moving inwards towards the tomatoes to avoid bumping into whoever had just swept by him.

It was you. The same person in the car park who he had given his space to. He observed as you descended the cheese and yoghurt aisle.

A small lump got caught in his throat and he swallowed thickly, as he watched how your sundress swished around your bare calves. He couldn’t help but let his cobalt blue eyes from behind his glasses, glance over you. Bob was raised right by his mom. He was respectful and well-mannered, but the simple and undeniable fact was, that you were the prettiest person he had ever laid eyes on. Even from the glow of the cool light down the food aisle, it could not diminish your luminescence.

He reached his slender index finger up to his glasses and pushed them up his nose ever so slightly. The prior sudden movement had caused them to jolt down the bridge of his nose by a centimetre.

As you walked straight down the aisle and turned to face the cheese selection, the delicate material of your sundress moved back into place to frame your body. It rippled over each curve of your figure and Bob’s heartbeat doubled in time when he caught sight of your soft belly in your sundress. He sucked in a harsh breath between his teeth as he wondered for a fleeting second, how soft your belly would feel to hold when his face was buried between your thighs.

He registered the smile creases in the corners of your eyes. The same ones that he noticed first in the parking lot and how they narrowed to read the label in front of you. Your eyelashes fluttered against one another as you blinked against the glaring light humming above you. As you raked over your options, he watched how your teeth grazed over your bottom lip and chewed nimbly at it. The same habit he had.

He needed some cheese and yoghurt himself, so perhaps he could catch you there.

Bob meandered some meters behind you and acted as if he was choosing his yoghurt option. He already knew what he needed. The same yoghurt he’d had for the past five years, but he was drawn to you. Like a moth to the radiating flame.

He cocked his head behind him to glance in your direction and you had already moved down the aisle to assess your next grocery choice. He took his multipack of yoghurts, placed it in his cart and wheeled it around to stand by you, again acting as if he was evaluating his cheese choice. From behind his glasses, he took another sideways glance. You were performing a balancing act of holding your shopping basket’s flimsy handles, holding the cheese in your other hand and somehow holding open a small notebook and crossing out the presumed item, with a pen.

At a glance, Bob saw how inside your notebook was filled with lots of little scribbles, and crossed-out parts and as you went to close it, the front cover was decorated with sweet little stickers.

“Jesus Christ. That is the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen.” He thought to himself.

As you went to slide the pen back into the elasticated band, it slipped from your balancing act and slid along the dotted tiles of the supermarket, straight for Bob’s direction. It hit the sole of his boots and he heard your voice for the first time.

“Ah, shit.” It was muttered under your breath with annoyance, but he thought your voice sounded like sweet honey.

Before his thought process could catch up to him, he wondered if you tasted like sweet honey.

You spoke directly to Bob this time, as you scurried over and bent down to pick up the pen by his boots. He caught a fleeting glance at the swell of your breasts, resting in your sundress.

You laughed out faintly with your apology. “I’m sorry, my mistake—”

As you moved too quickly with embarrassment to pick up your pen, your flimsy shopping basket was swinging and the cheese you were holding also fell out of your grasp.

“Ah! Fuck.” You quietly cursed again to yourself, or so you thought.

Bob had caught your second string of curses to you accidentally dropping something and he thought it was rather cute.

“Here, let me.” He chuckled to himself as he squatted down to reach for your cheese and pen.

Both now standing upright, he handed your belongings back to you and felt how the palms of your hands were as soft as butter against his fingertips. You looked at each other directly and now without the glare of your windshield, he could finally see every delicate feature that made up your beautiful face. He thought that you were so pretty.

You went to open your mouth and speak, but your words got caught on your tongue. This kind stranger was incredibly handsome. He looked smart with his clean-shaven face and his dusty blonde hair parted neatly to one side, with a thick swoop. His rounded glasses didn’t have a single smudge on them and his cheeks were round as he smiled at you, although it still didn't take away from his strong cheekbones and firm jaw.

You blinked in a flurry as you took in his build. You were accustomed to seeing pilots around here with the air base being so close to town, but it was rare to see one in what you presumed was a flight suit of some kind. It was deep forest green in colour and harmoniously blended against his striking eyes from behind his glasses. It wasn’t tightly fitted, yet still, his broad shoulders and firm biceps were flexing against the coarse material. His thighs stood strong with his heavy boots planted firmly against the tiled floor. He was tall and practically towered over you, but he respectfully kept a distance between you both.

“I’m sorry again, thank you.” You smiled bashfully at him. Your eyelashes were still fluttering against one another and your rounded cheeks were dusted pink.

Bob couldn’t help himself. He grinned as he shook his head and politely rejected your apology.

“No need to apologise, Ma’am. It’s all good.”

Suddenly your eyes widened and your eyebrows raised with them.

The glimmer from the overhead light in the supermarket made your eyes sparkle with such an inviting glow.

“Oh! You were the nice guy in the parking lot! You let me take your space!” You pointed your finger towards him. His truck was significantly higher than your car and you were only able to get a glance at his face from behind your windshield.

Bob let out a chuckle and waved his large hand in front of him, diminishing the idea. He further wanted to wave off the ever-growing flush of heat that was creeping up from his chest. It flushed over his neck and cheeks and sat right under his glasses. The blasting air conditioning had once again failed him and his chest, neck and cheeks were now flushed warm.

“Oh, hey. Not at all, it wasn’t my space. You had it, fair and square.”

You giggled in response. His respectful and polite demeanour had your stomach feeling as though a million and one butterflies were fluttering through you, making their way up through your heart and coming out of your mouth with sweet giggles.

“Alright, thanks again though, I appreciate it. I was in such a rush after work. Always the way, isn’t it?”

You laughed again and the sound flowed to Bob’s ears, making his playful smile reach the tips of his ears.

“Tell me about it.” He agreed with a grin.

You flashed a last beaming smile at Bob as the conversation between two strangers in a supermarket came to its natural end and you turned around to continue following your shopping list.

That’s what he thought.

As you turned down the aisle, you once again cursed at yourself for not being more forward, flirtatious, or whatever it would be that would land you his number. He was gorgeous. Undeniably handsome. And he was so stupidly charming and polite.

You turned on a quick heel to see if he was still there, but he had disappeared and you were left alone in the chilled aisle, with nothing to comfort you but your notebook and the static overhead lights.

Bob too mentally scolded himself for not asking such a pretty sweetheart like yourself for your number. As he watched you turn away, he chewed on his bottom lip, curled his fists tightly, released them and then walked away.

He was a gentleman. He would not harass someone if they didn’t show a sign of being interested in him. But he was sure you were. He had a sharp and watchful eye, and he saw how rosy your cheeks turned and how your chest stuttered slightly as your breath got caught in your throat. But he was pulled out of his battling thoughts but his stomach grumbly furiously at him again.

He whisked down the remaining aisles to finish his shop, still with the hope of a fleeting chance to see you again, but he couldn’t ignore what his body was telling him. As he checked out, tapped his card on the machine and wheeled his shopping cart out of the store, he still had both his trained eyes on his surroundings. Just in case there was a single chance, a perfect moment, where he could catch you. Bob had been extremely methodical about his choices in life and he only ever perused something if he was certain. He had never been so utterly and completely sure that you were the one for him.

He fished his truck keys out of his flight suit pocket and just as he was about to turn the key in the door, he remembered.

“Fuck. Tomatoes.”

Bob didn’t need a list. It was all written down mentally and he rarely forgot things, but he remembered that as he was about to reach for the tomatoes, you came by earlier in a flurry. He would’ve called it fate if he ever had a chance of seeing you again.

“Fuck! Tomatoes.”

You groaned and threw your head back in annoyance. It was on your list, sitting on the next line down under cheese and then you remembered why you forgot it in such a fluster. You slammed the boot door of your car back down, locked it shut and headed back inside to grab the final item. Your feet moved quickly along the tile floor and you turned on your heel to find the stack of plump, rosy red tomatoes in front of you.

“Hello again.”

The familiar voice made the tiny baby hairs on your neck stand up and a row of goosebumps rise on your forearms in tow. His smile radiated warmth as it crinkled up in the corners of his eyes. He stood tall over you, still in his flight suit, but again you didn’t feel intimidated in the slightest. You felt a true sense of calm and safety wash over you.

Your lips parted to gasp with happy surprise at seeing him again, before they curled up into a relieved smile, mirroring his own.

“Hello again.” You repeated back to him. “I forgot tom—”

“I forgot some tom—”

You both spoke in unison, before snorting out a quiet laugh between yourselves.

“Apologies. You go.” Bob gestured towards you and the vegetable stand.

“I’m going to make a sauce when I get back home, but I completely forgot the main ingredient.” You waved it off with another giggle, yet still, you did not attempt to reach for said important ingredient. You simply stayed facing him with a gleaming smile.

Bob’s mouth watered at the sound of your homemade tomato sauce. His stomach still growled at him from inside, but he also felt how it twisted and turned on itself with exhilaration. He pictured coming home to you after work, sitting down together at your dining table and sharing the homemade sauce. You were, without a fault, the only person he had ever truly envisioned a future with and he couldn’t repeat the same mistake as before.

He nimbly chewed at his bottom lip, failing to notice how you were also doing the same, as he mentally prepared his next statement.

“That sounds, delicious. I hope I’m not oversteppin’ here, and please tell me if I am, but I’d love to have y’ number, Ma’am. I’d love to try some of y’ homemade sauce, if that’s okay with you?”

Bob was not an overly religious man, but he swallowed thickly and prayed with every hope that the last part of his sentence didn’t come across in the wrong way. It felt longer than mere seconds to receive your response, but he breathed out a short sigh of relief when he saw how your eyes crinkled up into an animated smile to match his.

“Yes, yes! I’d love that. Please, let me get my book…” Your fingers were trembling with giddy anticipation as you worked to open your bag and reached for your notebook. “Uh…” You flipped through to find a clean page and when you landed on one, you gestured it towards him. “Here you go.” You gushed.

“Thank you.” He began. “I’m Bob, by the way. Bob Floyd.”

You mentioned your name and he felt his heart flutter at how pretty it was. By how eagerly you had accepted his proposal to exchange numbers, he could see that you were just as into him, as he was with you. And so, he let his true feelings become known.

“That’s a real pretty name, sweetheart.”

You sucked in a harsh breath between your teeth and let out a bashful, “Oh…”

The sweet name that he had just called you, made your legs nearly twitch and tremble on the supermarket floor.

His long, slender fingers curled around the pen as he scribbled down his number. Your notebook and pen looked so small in his hands.

When he offered it back to you, you wrote down your number in a flurry and tore the piece of paper out from the binder. You handed it over and he tucked it into the top pocket of his flight suit. You thought that that was the hottest thing you have ever witnessed a man doing.

Bob Floyd, as you now knew him, had seriously gotten into your head and clouded any reasonable senses.

You both exchanged some further light conversation, still with Bob shamelessly and sweetly flirting with you, before you both picked up your tomatoes, paid and left for the car park together. He insisted on walking you to the car to ensure that you got there safely, even though it was still broad daylight and when he left, he placed a soft kiss on your cheek.

You both went back to your separate homes and cooked your separate meals. As you were about to get into bed you sent Bob a text, the taste of your homemade sauce still dancing on your taste buds.

“this weekend, would you like me to show you how i make the sauce? would you like to come to mine? x”

You were caught by surprise when your phone dinged with a message notification moments after.

“I would love that, thank you for the invite, sweetheart. Can’t wait :-) x”

Bob lay in bed that night thinking about how to tell the story of how you both met at your wedding.

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