#grape lover most of all ofc

[rapidhighway]

knuckles eatin fruit salad

[freshlyrage]

Running Like Water

Chapter 23

pairing: Javier Peña x OFC (written as xReader)

fic warnings: NSFW Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI) language, strained family relationships, mentions of drug abuse, discussions of insecurities and body image issues, daddy and mommy issues

fic tags: Best friends younger sister, Life-long crush, Friends to lovers, Unrequited love, slow burn, Push and Pull, Small Town Dynamics, Secret Relationships, latina MC, Fluff and Angst, OFC!Jessica Alba face claim, sorry Lorraine I’m bringing you into this, Time jumps, 2 year age gap, pre-canon

word count: 5.1k

a/n: This is a double update, read the previous chapter here!

You found a routine by yourself that week. You spent sun up rearranging the wedding seating in the backyard. That was the only time you and your mother spoke – when it came to setting up for the big day. 3 days until the entirety of Laredo would gather at the backyard your mom left neglected for years. You better believe she hired the best gardeners to trim that monstrosity you all called a backyard. But it was beautiful, you found yourself daydreaming at the altar while you sorted through seating arrangements.

When you were alone in bed you called Javier. He had been working a lot since he took off with you last weekend. Driving back and forth from the DEA’s office. He’d be exhausted by the time he got home, he’d still groan and sigh, removing his shoes with his cheek pressed to the receiver. He was embarrassed by it but there was nothing cuter in this world than his little old man noises. You, on the other hand, felt aimless. The communication between you and your mother had fallen straight to none. Not even her husband sparked a conversation like he usually did in his corny step-dad way. 

On Wednesday your brother comes to visit the backyard. It was the first day you decided to not tamper with the backyard equipment. The sun was exceptionally high and splitting that day. Instead, You lie on a blanket, basking in any tan you can before you sport that light yellow bridesmaid dress when the sun was blocked by your idiot brother. A bowl of grapes sat by your head. 

You took in a deep breath before speaking. The few days you spent alone, alone reflecting —you decided not to bicker with him for the next three weeks, you knew the wedding had nerves high—you hadn’t brought up your father. Frankly, you’d like to never have that talk again with Frankie. Well actually, you never wanted to talk of that man… ever again. 

“Do you mind?” You squint your eyes up at the curly haired boy. God your mother prayed to the lord every night he’d cut that shag off, dios por favor, haz que ese chico se corte el pelo antes de la boda. You sit up and pout as he stands with a shit eating grin. You wanted to kick his ankles out.

He bends down to grab a grape. “I’m not mad at you for all the Javier shit in high school-“

“Ugh!” You groan loudly, ridiculously tired of this topic. You just wished he’d forget it, move on, let it flow or whatever the fuck. God knows you had to, you dwelled so hard on the past you drove yourself away from Javi. 

“No-I’m not mad about anything-I’m tired of being a bad brother, i’m tired of letting us drift apart because of mom. So will you get up and ride your bike with me?” He spits, extending his palm out to you. Your heart swells wide in your chest and your eyes double in size. You feel embarrassed to be choked up by your brother being nice for once. Overcome by the urge of hugging your brother and telling him he’s the best brother like you did when you were little (only when he paid for ice cream). Your grin grows wide and you take his palm. 

You giggle and hop to your feet. “Let me change.” You look down at your clothing. A bikini with some small shorts covering you, You wouldn’t dare biking around town with your breasts out, no shot. That is something you most certainly cannot do when Melissa Dios Diaz is your mother. 

Your brother laughs, running his sunglasses up his hair. You follow him around the side of the house. “No need, we’re all heading to the lake.”

You speed up your steps to keep up like you did as a little girl, your brows furrowing. 

“Who’s we all—“

There’s Genie, in a big t-shirt and shorts. Sat up on the same white bike, her hair down in big blowout waves like you remembered. Grinning with the glow of a pregnant woman. How many things have changed, how much has stayed the same. With the sun basking behind her you nearly miss Javier sitting next to her, right on his bike. Cigarette dangling from his lips with a shirt unbuttoned showing the tan mass that was his chest. His lips curled at the sight of you. 

Your heart catches in your throat.

You tried so hard not to burst into tears the second the four of you dropped your bikes by the dock. You hadn’t swam at your lake in nearly a decade and here it was, glistening the way it did. There were two small lakes in town, one simply titled our lake, which was… well. Then there was 4 Corners Lake, the lake people like Lorraine went to throw back beers– that one dried up in 1984. Your lake, the lake you splashed around on every sticky summer day of 1978. The place where Javier would stare at your sun freckles.

Genie did not waste a moment before pulling her shirt over her head and jumping in with her fiance's yell of, “Be careful!” You cringe at the sight of a pregnant Genevieve plunging into water the way she did but she comes right back up without a smile. 

She whoops, “She’s fine! The water is so refreshing baby, come in!” Frankie laughs and pulls off his shirt as well. Your brows screw together. He hops right in after. 

“She?” There was no way, she was far too early in her pregnancy, not even three months. You look at Javier who was unbuttoning, removing his shirt from his shoulders, you do a double take at the expanse of his chest. You never see him like this in daylight, good god, Javier Peña was hot.

My boyfriend is hot. 

Your brother emerges from the water, stumbling on his words and shivering. Wiping his eyes and flipping his long locks, water splashing his fiancée in the face. She shrieks and hops on his back. He yelps just as loud and it was like a mirror facing back into your childhood. You never want to be upset with your brother ever again. “Jesus-“ He swears, Genie crawling her neck to kiss his cheek while she clings to him, “She has some weird mommy intuition that she’s carrying a girl” He opens his mouth as if he’s going to say something else but Genie tickles him and your brother has now long forgotten your conversation. He play fights in the water instead.

You smile to yourself, fumbling with your shorts. Sliding them off with a quick glance at Javier. Truthfully, you haven’t hung out all together with your new… circumstance. You can’t help but be ridiculously awkward. You didn’t even spare a glance at him while the four of you biked. He was behind you and when you were kids you would look over at him so often you would lose your footing and steer off. 

Javier though, doesn’t seem to be too concerned. Who stands next to you and shoots a glance at your bare legs before leaning into your ear. 

“Last one in the water owes the other a sexual favor.” In a flash of an eye he slaps your behind and he’s running down the dock. 

“No!” You shout in true desperation, it wasn’t because of the idea of possibly getting him off—more so the idea of him beating you in a race. You run right after him. “What are you?! Fourteen!” 

Your bare feet slap against the wood and you’re nearly caught up to him—years of lacrosse was nearly on your side, until he jumps in with a yell of “You wish I asked you that at fourteen!” 

You shriek and jump in right after him. The cold water shocking your system, you’d attack Genie if she wasn’t pregnant for saying that this shit felt nice. You stay under for a second longer afraid of realizing just how cold it is once you reach the surface. You feel Javier’s calloused hands grope you under the water and you’re delighted to feel him. 

You break surface and he parts from you. You wipe your eyes and scowl at him which causes him to grin like an idiot. Shaking your head you splash him, “Jodón” 

Your eyes finally adjust and you giggle to yourself as Genie creeps up behind Javi, jumping on his back as well. This is how you remembered her, the sea-monkey that was your best girl friend. Always climbing up someone’s back at the lake. Javi laughs and supports her weightless body. “You two are so cute.” She smiles, resting her chin on 

Javier’s shoulder. Frankie groans like always.

This had always been the dynamic, Genie egging on the idea of you and Javier, and Frankie making zombie like noises of disapproval.

“Enough…” Frankie called before swimming slowly to catch up with the small circle you created by the dock. Genie hops off Javier’s back and dips back under water to re-wet her hair. 

She shakes off the water on her face. “Grow up, it’s been years we should talk about this. Where better than in the place it all started?”

The sun beams hard so your left eye shuts in defiance, it also shuts because you don’t want this moment ruined by being forced to lie even more to your brother. Javi watches you with concern, his own brows screwed together. He clears his throat, “Talk about what?” His graveling voice cuts. 

“About how the two of you were making us all suffer for the past 6 years of will they won’t they.”

You shake your head with a smile, to your shock Frankie chips in with a lighthearted voice, “Well yeah, me and Genie had a bet on who would call the other first.”

It’s silent for a moment, all that is heard is the sound of running water, birds and bugs. Javier nods, his lips in a tight line. “I don’t want to talk about that. If you want to talk about me and Andrea, talk about before I left. I’ve done enough explaining about why I was gone.” There it was, Javier’s typical grumpiness coming through—you couldn’t help but agree. High school, middle school, all the time that he was here, all the time Genie and Frankie were around, they could know about that. Houston, Miami, that was just for the two of you. It was your business, your time, your miscommunication. You weren’t eager to share you and Javier’s six year long cowardice.

“To who?” Frankie asks flatly, it isn’t an attitude yet so you let him slide. If he shows one ounce of attitude about this, you’re ready to drown him. 

“To Andrea. Because she was the only person I wronged when I left.” He looks over at you, with a pained crease between his brow. You harbor no more resentment, you just nod, and he knows. Frankie looks between the two of you and his face softens. It’s rare and you nearly smile at it. 

“That’s fair.” Is all he says, creating another silence. You feel light as a feather and it isn’t just the water, it’s the fact that for the first time in your life, your brother doesn’t put up a fight. 

You smile at Frankie and Genie, “Well! I’ve always wanted you two to just date.” Genevieve beams before flicking some water at Javi. 

He shakes his head hiding a smile, “Did you really? You’re still close with Lorraine I mean that’s kind of—“

“Oh please! Lorraine is my friend, you guys are my family. I never thought you and her were compatible—no offense!” The four of you laughed together because it was true, Frankie knew it the most. He’d make a face every time Genie offered to bring her along. At the time you thought he was being a prick, and well, he was, because that’s just Frankie, but she really was only nice when she was drunk. “And… think of it this way, you already trust and know Javier and his family. Imagine having to learn a new fuckface with a new family, and god forbid he could even be a northerner. And the sicko wants to date your sister! I’m not—like pressuring you two to date or anything but, you know, Javier and Andrea are practically best case scenario.” 

Frankie narrows his eyes at his wife to be, “I guess you’re right.”

You gasp audibly, covering your mouth. “Who are you!?” You shriek, splashing him.

Javier says simultaneously, “I swear I just saw the clouds part and heaven shine down on me.”

“Oh fuck you guys!” Frankie laughs and splashes the two of you. And so the water fight begins, for miles into the surrounding forest all you hear is the laughs of four childhood.

You hoped that if you ever get the chance to be pregnant, that you would look as beautiful as Genevieve did. 

She lies on a blanket right in the center of the dock, basking in the sun in a bikini. Starting right above her belly button is the tiniest bump of life. And boy does your brother annoy you, but there was truly nothing sweeter than the sight of him just staring at her while she rests. His hands rubbing her tummy, she squints at him and smiles, they laugh together. 

For a few hours, you and Javier are like fish, swimming around each other, throwing each other, splashing and disturbing the peace with your loud cackles. You decide to take the last 3 hours of sun beams to sit at the dock, back facing the couple. They talk and you can’t hear, so you and Javier converse freely. Hoping they are also in their own little world.

“I hated August, I still do.” You say looking over your shoulder at him. He’s looking at you with those big brown eyes and god you wished you were alone right now. His mustache is still dripping and heavy from the water. He doesn’t respond, instead shifts closer to let you ramble. “I hated going back to school and seeing you like four times during the year.”

He nods. It’s weird to think that before 1980 they hadn't really been at the same school, the summer would end and it was like you ceased to exist for Javier. It wasn’t anything you really thought of until now, for so long your mind could only circle the details of your freshman year in high school. Being at the lake reminds you of middle school and your heart race picking up when you would run into Javier at a game or at church. He lived a different life not made for you every September through May. You can’t find yourself being upset about it but god were you curious what those months were like for him. He could figure what they were for you, they were lonely, isolating times. Sitting at lunch with your English teacher, walking home, reading, and repeating. You cant but ask now, 

“How was your freshman year?”

He’s staring at the patch of freckles at the slope of your shoulder, dozing in them like a constellation, figuring out how to answer that question. He clears his throat and sits up straight. “Do you want me to be honest?” You give him a blank face and he catches the wave. “Alright, I got really popular out of nowhere. I made all these new friends, I was kind of shitty.”

“Shitty how?” You tilt your head, you sensed something shifted in Javier’s junior year, your classmates still whispered of him and you know people did double takes when you walked with him the halls. 

This topic was like pulling teeth it seemed. “You know how Laredo high school can be really cliquey… like when you accidentally sat at the theater table and the entire cast of Chicago gave you dirty looks all year.”

You laugh at the memory, you didn’t really make enemies in high school of course unless it was with the thespians. “Yes…”

Javier cringed, “I made a joke with my friend that I could hook up with every girl from each clique.” He says it in a hushed tone and looked over his shoulder immediately, hoping your brother doesn't hear, he was just as distracted as he was fifteen minutes ago. Your eyes widen and you stare out into the lake. A weird sting of jealousy coursing through your blood. You weren’t jealous now, no, you felt sad for the fourteen year old you that stayed up daydreaming about Javier all of seventh and eight grade while he was doing… that. You face relaxes for a moment when you’re reminded to relax, to let go. 

You smile a bit and look back at him, you see it in his brow he began to panic internally at your silence. “So…”

He laughs, shaking his head, “I feel like this is a trap.”

“No! It's not, I was practically obsessed with you back then– I need to know everything for…” You make a motion of a small person standing in front of you. “That Andrea.” 

He looks at you skeptically, his eyes roving around your grinning face trying to detect possible dishonesty. 

“I only had actual sex with Harietta on the cheer team and Clara from science research. But you know I hooked up… with a theater girl, a soccer girl, two girls from band, a lacrosse girl –”

“Oh god please don’t tell me you hooked up with Priscilla Villa!” You shriek and he cackles with a guilty face. “No! My god, she was my trainer… okay so that's what you were doing… okay.” You turn away from him and back at the reflecting of the sun that is just an hour away from making the sky go pink, you've spent so many days watching the sunset here as a teen back then you never thought you’d be emotional over something like your lake. Javier is no longer laughing, he sat up straight again with a clenched jaw and a frown. 

His own freckled chest expanding and falling slowly, “Do you see me differently?” Its quiet, it’s insecure, like maybe you shouldn’t have asked about this. Like he was embarrassed by your sick prodding, your own chest fills with panic. 

You look behind you once more and your brother is cackling at a joke Genie made down the dock. You were safe to touch him.

You hook your finger in the bracelet around his wrist, loosening the piece of string to slip your wrist in between, cuffing–tying the two of you to each other. You fingers slipping into his hand that still dwarfs you after all these years. “No… never. You were so young.”

He nods, “Yeah…” His voice gravels and he clears himself again. “By the time I was seventeen I had been tired out. Probably why I was so committed to the first real relationship I got into.” You never made the link but you knew Javier had been sexually active far too young, you suppose you still had some shit to work out because you never considered the effect that would have on a young boy. “I think about all of our parents, how they married so young. When I was younger I couldn’t imagine giving up my freedom so young, I thought about my dad getting married in his early twenties and used to think, what an idiot. But I don’t know now, I feel like I've done it all. I’m not sure I want to do any more of that.” 

Your skin goes hot at his words, but you can’t speak. You can’t, you’re afraid you’ll ask him to just marry you–afraid of being irrational but when he talks like that you don’t think you’ve ever been so sure. 

“And I don’t want to start over either, I think doing this with someone else will break my spirit. Starting over, watching you start over, watching you settle down.” He whispers the last part and you squeeze his hand tighter, leaning into his shoulder. “I guess I’m saying that… come November, I don’t think I can bear just going our separate ways.” His voice is the way it always was, almost grumpy sounding, deep but instead with a hint of shakiness. How it sounds whenever he speaks of his mother, or of Houston. 

“I’ll write to you all the time.” Is all you can say. 

“I’ll pay for your international calls.”

“I’ll send you pictures in the mail.” You beam, lips twisting with mischief. “All sorts of pictures.” His brows shoot high and he looks over his shoulder again. 

“I’ll wait for you, I don’t care how long.” He says while looking at Frankie and Genevieve who’s backs were now facing the two of you, the light captured him so perfectly like this. His eyes a warmer honey color and his nose casting the shadow that made him look carved by a higher power. You wanted to frame the moment. He looked back at you, less than an inch away from your face. His eyes fan, eyes looking straight down to your shoulder and he kisses the patch of freckles. Small kisses on salty skin. 

You frown, running your fingernails through his hair, your left hand still tied to his. “I’ll always wait.”

You want to say, I’m always waiting.

You untangle a moment after and reminisce on different times, on happier times. Uninterrupted for a bit until you hear the sound of standing and shuffling. You and Javier both turn to see Genie and Frankie standing hand in hand. 

“Hey! We’re gonna uh—“ Frankie turns red mid sentence, they’re standing at the doc Genevieve has a blush on her face as well, and she shakes her head. 

“We’re going to take a walk. We’ll be back in an hour.” She beams and grabs ahold of your brother's hand and they make their way being painfully obvious. 

You and Javier slowly look at each other with a smirk. 

“They’re about to bone.” 

“Ew.” You groan, looking at the backs of their heads as they slowly disappear. 

The two of you sit in silence for a moment, Javier’s eyes hot on your chest. You suck in a breath, your breasts moving against your tiny bikini top. Javier looks absolutely starved and truthfully, so are you. He clears his throat.

“Should we-”

“Yes.” He blurts, standing and pulling you with him. You laugh and check your surroundings and hold his hand. 

“They went that way, we can go over here.” 

The sky is almost pink, hopefully you could see the sunset from where you drag him. You walk in front of him with your arm folded behind you, you guide him this time and to be fair you did lose the race to the water earlier. There’s nothing more fitting than a hookup amongst the trees of your lake. Your sandals crunch through leaves as you inch farther into the greenery, no carved out path but you make sure not to go too far. In silence the two of you find a tree out of sight and close enough to home base. 

You drop his hand and turn to face him, “So-” He’s already got you pinned against the tree, attacking at your mouth. Kissing so roughly you stumble and hold his shoulders for support. He breaks away and you’re left panting. “Javi-”

But he’s licking a stripe from your shoulder and up your neck, sucking just below your ear. “Taste like salt and coconut, so sweet.” He grunts and drops to his knees. You gape at the sight of Javier on his knees, in the dirt, his nose skimming your bikini bottom that had that unwashable scent of sunscreen and chlorine from a pool trip last summer. You lean forward and nails digging into his tanned shoulder blades. His hands engulf the back of your thighs while his soft face rubs along your clothed mound, inhaling and kissing you. Worshiping you. “Always wanted to see you in a tiny bikini, want to slide it to the side and make you come on my tongue.” He looks up at you, and drags his pointer finger at your folds as they show through your daisy printed bikini bottoms. 

You shut your eyes tightly and take in a deep breath. 

“I was the last to the water. Stand up.” You say as demanding as possible but truly you were about to crumble. He furrows his brow in protest but you keep your distance, and you switch positions. Dropping down to your knees, your back faces the tree and he cages you in. Your heart races every time it’s up to you and purely your skill to get him off. Even though you have done far less to get him to come in his pants, putting your mouth on him still makes you nervous. 

You suppose that’s why it also still makes you so wet. Your knees crunch against leaves, you waste no time palming him like you usually do, he’s hard—he’s been hard all day. Fingernails hook in the waistband of his swim trunks and his throbbing cock sprang out, hitting his bare chest before settling. It’s so red it’s nearly purple. You pout, “Oh Javi-I’m sorry I made you wait so long. Will you let me take care of this?” You widen your eyes like he needs any convincing, brown, wide and glossy. 

His throat bobs and he nods, running one hand down the back of your head. “Yeah querida, please-oh fuck.” You give him no time to think straight before you’re dragging the tip of his cock against your sticky lips. Just teasing the entrance you’ll let him fuck for a bit. Your brows screw together and you reach your unused hand down to your breasts. Pinching and squeezing, Javier isn’t sure what to focus on. Javier crowds your hand with his, guiding himself on your lips. “Please Andrea, open up–you're killing me.”

You sit perfectly on your heels, attempting to release any tension he caused when he was on his knees just a minute ago. You’re about to open your mouth when Javier roughly grabs your chin and your mouth pops open by force. You feel your bikini bottoms soaking more at the new harshness in his hold, and your mouth is finally crowded by his length. “Mnmm-” He thrusts the blunt head at the back of your throat. He continues rolling his hips while you attempt to catch up with your tongue, your eyes flash up at him in utmost desire. Being used, letting him use you makes you feel the most in control you’ve ever experienced. You move your hand from your breasts to cup his balls. “Don’t you dare-fuck–keep touching yourself.” He gravels out.

You nod and make a sobbing noise around him. Letting him go you slip your hands back down your body.  He gravels out.

You nod and make a sobbing noise around him. Letting him go you slip your hands back down your body. Rubbing yourself through your nylon clad cunt, digging your nails into his thigh while you touch yourself through your bikini. His eyes were screwed shut while he rolls his hips against your face until your lips are close to the base of him, you gag. His hand grabs the back of your hair and separates you from his cock with a gasp and a string of spit connecting the two of you. Your cheeks are stained with tears and you look up at his face. His face concerned while he runs his hand from his hair down to your cheek, wiping your lip free of spit. “I’m sorry.” He mumbles.

He’s being so gentle and your brows furrow. You didn’t want gentle, with a frown you grab his hand and guide it to the back of your head once more, taking him back into your mouth. “Fuck— baby-baby I’m gonna come.” His hips stutter and you relax your throat to take him farther once more. He comes with a moan of your name and a tight grip at your hair that stings. He fills your mouth and all you could do is breathe through your nose while he folds over with both hands gripping the tree behind you. 

He softens in your mouth and you decide to part. Swallowing and licking your lips you wipe your eyes free of tears. During your self recovery Javier exhales and tucks himself away. Head blurry, Javier reaches down to stand you up right from under your arms. He wipes dirt from your knees and kisses your hip bone while he’s down there. “Thank you. You’re always so good.” Your cheeks warm. 

“I know.” 

He shakes his head at your comment and kisses you roughly, pinning you against the tree. You stand on your tip-toes and hold his shoulders to push back into the kiss. His large calloused hands cover your entire waistline, sliding slowly to your lower back—goosebumps rising like it’s the first time. He takes an entire handful of your ass, kneading and rolling. You didn’t have the biggest behind and you surely didn’t have the biggest breasts but he still touched you like you were carved by Michelangelo. 

There’s no breeze in this heat, but branches rustle as if footsteps approach. “Mmm—I love you.” He whispers against your lips. A sun sets in your heart, in complete bliss you smile against him.

“I love you too.”

“I fucking knew it!”

You and Javier jump from each other with a gasp. Genie stands five feet away with a thrilled look. 

“We-“ You begin, your heart beats out of your chest. “How long were you there for!”

She cackles, “I only saw minor groping and I love you— you guys I’m so excited right now—“

“It’s um-“ Javier begins and his voice dies before rubbing his head. 

“No-no don’t explain it to me. I won’t tell Frankie or anything but if you two are serious which you just said I love you so… well Frankie will get over it just you should tell him. Tell him after the honeymoon he’d be too busy being my husband to care.” She rambles as she usually does when she’s thrilled. 

“We’re dating.” Javier states and you could burst into flames. 

You smile and nod, “We were planning on waiting until after the wedding to tell anyone.” 

He looks to you with a smile and Genie squeals running between the two of you and hooking arms. 

“Okay, tell me everything. I’ve been waiting years for this.”

[em0zombie]

Diluc headcanons !

彡 Warnings: cute shit and maybe a little bit of sad things up ahead? Only SFW !!

First off, he has tanned skin because of how much he works. He obviously works with fire so it does contribute to it! Plus he has a claymore so he more than likely has to work out to keep his balance with it in check

Oh and he has a stubble just like his father, makes him seem more mature so he keeps it plus it reminds him of his father

If he were to like someone, it wouldn’t be a crush like thing, he would LOVE the person. His desire for others is very serious so if his S/O were to think that he is having an affair he would loose his mind.

He would definitely wants kids, doesn’t look like the type to want them but would die to look after some. He remembers how his father took care of both Kaeya and him so he wants to set that image for others.

Whenever the kid trio of Mondstat (Fischl, Bennett, and Razor) are late into their adventuring Diluc lets them stay over the night at the winery if they’re close. He doesn’t want to see other young people of this nation see anything bad or even deal with anything that could cause them harm.

He’s not squinting because he’s annoyed, he’s squinting because he can’t see that well

Sleep talking is one of them, he only has it whenever he works later than he should

Used to be a heavy sleeper and not a morning person before his father’s death, now he deals with waking up over the smallest sound

Would try to bake small things for his S/O even though he’s horrible at it, would settle for tea instead since it’s what he likes best other than grape juice

Has thick thighs and arms, WOO WEE🫡‼️

Scars on his body ofc, all of that fighting can cause injuries

Has long, thick lashes; he never noticed until you brought them up

Favorite gemstone are Rubies!

Will definitely accompany you on commissions, wants to get rid of these commissions quick so he can spend time with you

Shakes his bangs out of his face sometimes, TELL ME IM WRONG

Since he’s the most handsome man in Mondstat, people try to ask him out more than they should and he usually just replies in short responses “No” “Sorry” “Let me be”, and his favorite: “My lover is calling me.”

Whenever he sees the way Bennett acts he sees his younger self which aches his heart

Would actually try to impress you with his skills, surprising I know! Learning new moves to catch your attention is the reason as to why he can do a bunch of tricks

I wanna add more but I can’t think of anything else ughhh

[oldfashionedbutlervibes]

Finally, finally some Karen Hcs!!

(Im so sorry for how late this was)

Relationship;

She’s a lover, and I think a giver at that!

She I think is a gift giver as far as affections go, y’know, plenty of paintings of pretty horseies in a an array of colors- perhaps even a portrait of you, if you ask!

She 100% likes going on long drives with you, changing the music between Cavetown and Jack Stauber, imaginary phone-wire hair flowing in the wind~

You know those little easel things with the clip on teeny paint palettes? She’d tooootally get one for you, and like, show you how to use it with love-

I think she also bakes, can she bake well? *NERVOUS COUGH* no, no she can’t, the girl can’t boil water to save her life, BUT! She tries her best, all for her beautiful girlfriend ofc<333

Also I think she loves giving you nicknames, probably uses ‘bane of my existence’ ‘dove’ and ‘painting done by a sentient grape’ ‘masterpiece’ (shes trying her best guys)

I think you two’s dream date night is like..cuddling on a sofa, your head on her shoulder, while you two watch a horror flick- I can totally see her being the type to make you watch Night Of The Living Dead and IT with her atleast twice

Friendship!;

Strap in folks were getting silly

If you two might as well be siblings

NO! Not like she’s just caring and nurturing, like a parent, but instead, constantly babysitting you for the littlest tasks and explaining how taxes work-

If you mention dating someone infront of her (especially in a public space) she will give you the most judge mental look and practically interrogate you on who could possibly be good enough for her friend? And then give up almost immediately when you don’t give anything away

Probably a pretty chill friend tbh, I think she’d ask you to come with her for her doctors appointments (i headcannon she’s vividly afraid of shots) (AHEM; she also asked you to come with her for her diagnosis but that’s a fic in itself lmao)

I think her, Jerry and you hang out a lot. The two of you probably visit him at his poor, whimpy little ticket booth at the carnival, convince him to bust the camera so his boss won’t see him leave early and then promptly go get coffee together (she and Jerry take there’s black now because the last time they asked for cream you turned it into an innuendo so horrid even I won’t be saying it)

Probably asks Jerry out of the blue to visit his farm to see the horseies and sheeps lol, it’s honestly sweet seeing her get so excited over it

She 1000% is telling you about every female fictional character she stumbles across, backstory, lore and all-

She lets you print things with her printer, so long as those things aren’t 1. Genitals, 2. Men in any shape and or form 3. Grotesque photos of Gingi in the wild-

Overall, I love miss printer woman, she is beautiful and she is grace- (I am so sorry if this is short and sad, I’m a little out of practice if you can’t tell lol- I truly meant to return to you all in a shorter amount of time and not..god awful months- so, IM SO SORRY! And I love you most of you a decent amount- T A K E. C A R E.) and let’s go lesbians.

[andydrysdalerogers]

Following Team Orders - Mexico City

Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Olivia Williams

Summary: Olivia Williams is Formula One royalty. Her father is a racing legend and all Liv wants is to be one of only six women in the world to have raced in the most elite racing division in the world. When she finally gets the chance, she has to not only take on a male dominated sport, but her past, her teammate and a life beyond the track that she was not ready for. She just has to follow team orders but what happens when one man challenges her on and off the racing line...

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: A-N-G-S-T!!! eventual smut, slow burn, enemies to lovers, love triangle (if you squint) misogamy, fluff, racing accidents, an asshole Steve Rogers (you'll see what i mean); parental death

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Wednesday  

I did not sign up for this.  

Why did I sign up for this? 

I’m a racer, not a model.  

Except my boyfriend is a racer who looks like a model.  

God, he’s gorgeous. 

Hmm, wonder if he’ll model his underwear for me? 

Or maybe naked... 

“OLIVIA!” 

Liv snaps her head over to Andy who is standing with hands on hips and a rather grumpy face. “Sorry Andy.”  

“Where are you Bug?” 

Liv sighed in her chair as the prep team touched up her hair and makeup. The last two weeks had been nothing but interviews, press events and photo shoots.  Her win was a big deal in the racing world.  Since she was the only woman in history to win in Formula One.  The governing body and the team wanted to take advantage of that. “I’m here Andy, just tired. I thought I was going to have a day off.”  

“I know Bug, I’m sorry.”  

“How am I supposed to race if I’m not rested?” Andy could hear the whine coming and knew he needed to nip it in the bud. 

“Let’s just finish this and then I will see what I can do for tomorrow. 

Steve walks in just as Andy goes over the schedule.  “Can’t handle the press, princess?” 

Liv narrowed her eyes at him.  “I can handle it, Rogers, but I can’t race if I don’t sleep.”  

“Aww, the new queen of racing a wittle bit swepy?” Steve play mocked.  

“Rogers, that’s enough,” Andy snaps before Liv can launch herself at him for the beating he knew was coming.  “The next few interviews are with both of you so please for the love of God, play nice.”  He turned and walked out as Nat walked in.  

“You’re already in trouble?” She asked Liv.  

“Not yet.  I just have to be nice to Stevie here, so his feelings don’t get hurt.”  

“Hey, my feelings are fine,” he pouted, getting a laugh from his girl and her best friend.  Nat turns to the craft services table for a snack.  

“Hey punk, do you know where my notebook is?” Bucky asked looking through his bag. “Had it in your room...” he looked up and stopped.  

“Bucky, you ok?” Liv asked.  She followed his line of sight to Natasha, who was popping a grape in her mouth.  She smirked and cleared her throat. “Bucky, you have some drool, just right there...” she pointed to the corner of his mouth.  

Bucky wipes his mouth, “shut up.” 

Liv giggles, “hey Nat! I need you!” 

As Natasha walks towards her best friend, she sees the brunette and smiles.  “Hi, I’m Nat.”  

“Buck, James, Bucky,” he shakes his head as he continues to stare.  

Steve sniggers behind him.  “Bucky, you ok?” 

“I’m fine.” He throws a murderous look at Steve before going back to Natasha.  “Sorry.  Hi, Bucky,” he offers his hand.  

“It’s nice to finally meet you.  Liv said only nice things about you.” 

“She mentioned her best friend but failed to mention how beautiful you looked,” he replied with a wink and his trademark smile.  Liv watched as her best friend swooned and she rolled her eyes.  

“Great, best friends meet and everything.  Rogers and I have an interview so…” she pulled Steve away as Bucky and Nat continued to talk.  “That was unexpected.”  

“Do you mind?” Steve asked, concern laced in it.  

“Not at all,” she flashed a smile at her man.  “I got the one I wanted.”  She looked around to see if anyone was around and pushed Steve into a corner before sliding her hands around his neck.  His hands immediately went to her waist. “I got the man I’ve been dreaming about for a while.”  She got on her tip toes to give him a soft kiss.  

“Damn right you did, and I’m never letting go.” 

“We have to tell Bucky.”  

“Why?” 

“Because he can help us.  We have to decide if and when we are going public and stuff.”  

Steve rolled his eyes.  “Fine.  Let’s go to dinner tomorrow.  The four of us and they can help us decide. And then maybe,” he pecked her lips, “I can take you to my bed.”  

“Sounds like a plan.” 

Thursday 

“Nat, please?” 

“Why?” 

“Because no one knows, and we have to tell him, and he will need a distraction and what better distraction than my sex walking best friend?” Liv smiled and blinked rapidly at Natasha.  

“I can’t believe you just said that.” Natasha shook her head.  “Fine. Fine, I will go with you guys to dinner and I will distract the sexy driver.”  

“You’re the best!” Liv squealed.  “Ok, so dinner is in three hours. How about a margarita then prep?” 

“Now you are speaking my language.”  

As Steve finished getting ready, Bucky was complaining about how he had to wear a dress shirt to dinner.  “You just had to pick a fancy restaurant.  Couldn’t have just gone to a taqueria and had tacos in the room.”  

“We’re celebrating Liv’s win.  As her teammate and her crew chief, we should be encouraging her to continue.”  

“I understand that’s my job, but I swear the girl would have been happy with tacos and a couple of margaritas.  Maybe a burrito and some churros.”  

“I swear this is why you are single, jerk.”  Steve slipped on his navy sport coat and grabbed his wallet.  “It is a nice surprise for her.”  

“Fine, whatever.  You’re getting me tacos later then,” Bucky grumbled as he followed Steve out the door.  They went to Liv’s room and knocked.  She opened the door and Steve was floored.  She was in a strapless black dress with flowers on the border.  Sky high heels adorned her feet and she had pulled her beautiful long hair to one side, exposing that delectable neck to him.  He swallowed, lost for words.  

“Hey Bug, you clean up good,” Bucky said, not really noticing Steve’s reaction.  “If we hurry, we can hit happy… happy…” he stops and his mouth hangs open. 

Liv smirked as she knew Natasha was behind her in an amazing red dress.  “You remember my friend Nat.” 

Steve elbowed Bucky, bringing him back from his shock and awe and getting an answer.  “Hi Nat.”  

“Bucky, nice to see you again,” she smirked at him.  “So, we headed somewhere?” 

The group headed to a sit-down restaurant a couple of blocks away.  Bucky was entranced with Nat, who was besotted by the attention.  Why Liv never thought to set them up was beyond her but here they were.  

“So Buck, I have something to tell you,” Steve started.  

“Is it that you and Liv are hooking up?” Bucky smirked at his driver and his best friend.  

Liv froze. “How – how did you know?” 

“I didn’t.” Bucky shrugged with a smile as Steve groaned.  “But I knew this idiot would talk to you eventually.  You’ve been too nice to each other.” Liv lower her head towards Steve, covering her face.  “It’s ok, Bug.  I’m happy for you.” 

“You are?” 

“I know that he would do anything for you.  He almost knocked me out because I was dating you.”  Steve groaned but Bucky ignored him. “You two are good for each other.” 

“Thank you, Bucky.” Liv smiled as Steve squeezed her hand under the table.  

“So, this is what this dinner is about?  Telling me you two are sleeping together?” 

“Not just, jerk,” Steve replied, rolling his eyes.  “I’m with her.  We’re in love with each other.  We plan on announcing after the season, but we didn’t want to lie to you.  She’s telling Frank before practice tomorrow.”  

Bucky smiled. “That’s good.  Keep it under wraps.”  

Friday 

Liv was putting on her gloves, chewing her lip as Frank got her helmet ready.  “Frankie, have you ever been in love?” 

“Once, a long time ago.”  Frank absentmindedly fiddled with a screwdriver.  “Didn’t work out with my traveling so much but yeah.  Why do you ask?” 

“Just wondering.  I’m hoping that I can keep that.” 

“Keep it?  Bug, what are you…” He watches as Liv gives him a shy smile.  “Rogers?”  She nodded.  “When?” 

“Singapore.” She shrugged.  “We yelled, he kissed me and,” she sighed, “it was perfect, Frankie.  Just perfect.”  

Frank smiled.  His best friend was finally happy.  

After practice, Steve looked around before knocking on Liv’s trailer.  “Who is it?” 

“Steve Rogers,” he replied with a smile.  

“Never heard of him.”  

He smirked.  “He’s the one who did that thing where his tongue…” the door flew open and he saw his girl, standing in cutoff shorts and crop top, showing off her toned stomach.  She scanned the area before letting him in. “So, you do remember me.” 

“A little,” she said with a bite to her lip.  “I remember all the dirty things you do to me.” She ran her hands of his polo, earning herself a groan from him.  

“Doll, you have to stop touching me like that,” he said softly in her ear as he kissed her neck.  “I may have to take you right here right now.” 

“Don’t tease me with a good time, Rogers.”  

“Then stop doing that.”  He stepped back and held her hands to his chest.  “Andy is taking the team to dinner.  Think you could behave long enough to get through it, and I’ll reward you like the good little girl I know you are.”  

The tone of his voice cause Liv to close her legs slightly, a familiar heat flashing in her abdomen. “O-okay,” she replied with a shaky tone.  She swallowed as she looked at his eyes darken slightly.  

Steve could tell he had gotten to her.  He pulled her close, pinning her arms to his chest as he placed on hand on her hip and the other on the apex of her thighs.  He felt her shudder at his touch.  “Behave, kitten,” as he gently rubbed though her jeans.  “I can tell you are already wet for me.  Think you can keep it going until after dinner?”  She nodded and he chuckled. “Go get dressed, love.  I’ll wait for you outside.”  

Liv thought she would be set on fire as he walked away, her legs wobbling as she walked to get some nicer clothes on.  

Steve Rogers was trying to kill her.  

Saturday 

Liv woke with kisses being pressed her to neck and back as warm hands traced her naked flesh. She sighed as Steve continued his gentle assault on her, kneading her flesh softly, kisses that tickled her neck.  “Stevie,” she sighed 

“My beautiful Livie,” he whispered in between kisses.  He softly turned her onto her back and laid on top of her to continue his affections.  He lowered himself further and further until he just barely touched her clit with the tip of his tongue and heard what he was looking for.  

“Stevie, please…” 

Steve could never deny his girl. He lapped her up gently, relishing at her taste and softness.  They had time; he wanted to take his time.  He slowly slid in two fingers, and she groaned at the feeling. “You ok?” 

“I… I need you. Please don’t make me beg,” she whimpered.  

“No, no begging today.”  He wanted to love on his girl. With a final kiss, Steve nipped and sucked his way up her body. He slotted himself between her legs, dipping his swollen tip in her folds. He looked into her eyes, “keep them open beautiful,” as he pushes slowly in. She gasped and her head tilted up as her body accepted him.  After a moment, Steve rutted into her, enjoying her warmth.  

Liv was lost in the fullness of him in her. He fit perfectly and his thrust was not aggressive at all. He made love to her.  The tightness in her belly began to grow. She whimpered and Steve stopped.  “Sweetheart?” 

“No! Don’t stop!” She moaned.  

He got the message.  He grasped a thigh to hook around his hip to allow him in further.  He was getting close and now he could tell so was she. “C’mon baby.”  

“Stevie,” she moaned.  

“That’s it, my love bug, feel me inside, squeezing me tight.  So gorgeous.” He was almost there but she needed to go first. He snapped his hips harder and hard.  Her needs were more important. “Livie, cum for me.”  

That was it. Liv let out a silent scream as her eyes closed, the colors dancing in the darkness as she lost herself in pleasure.  Steve was absolutely positive that her face as she orgasmed was the most beautiful thing in the world.  She had a vice grip on his cock, making it almost impossible for him to move.  It took him a couple of more snaps and he too was lost to the world.  

As they laid together post session, Liv’s head on Steve’s chest, his hands running through her hair, Steve cleared his throat.  “Doll, I should get to my room.” 

“No, I’m comfy.”  She snuggled deeper into his chest as he chuckled. 

“I know, love bug.  I am too but everyone will be up soon.”  He leaned over to kiss her head.  “If we want to keep it a secret…” 

“I hate this,” she pouted.  

“Me too.  But soon, baby, it will all be out in the open.  Hopefully, you’ll have a ride with another team, and we can be together during the season.” 

Liv sat up and looked at Steve.  “You want us to be racing rivals?” 

“My favorite part of the weekend is racing against you. It makes me so horny watching you handle that car.” He smiled a lopsided smile as she blushed a delicate pink.  “C’mere, pretty girl,” he pulled her to him and kissed her softly. “It’s you and me against the world.”  

“You and me,” she whispered back. She squealed as he flipped her over and kissed her one more time, distracting her enough so he could get up.  He put his boxers and sweats back on, looking around for his t-shirt. 

“Looking for this?” He turned around and saw his shirt on Liv’s body. He’s mouth dropped as she walked towards him, a sway in her hips. 

“Fuck Livie, I love you in my clothes. But I need this back.” He grasped the hem and pulled it off. 

She pouted at him in all of her naked glory. He grabbed the robe and pulled it around her. “I want your shirt.” 

“I’ll leave one for you next time. I gotta go.”  He slipped on his shoes and went for the door.  “See you later, love bug.”  

“Wait!”  She grabbed him by the shirt and gave him a heated kiss.  “Until tonight,” she whispered. 

Steve walked away, a big smile on his face.  His girl was fantastic. 

Sunday 

Pulling into the 3rd place spot, Liv smiled, looking over at Steve who won the race.  Ransom had managed second, which sucked but Liv had needed just a couple of more laps to beat him.  And next race is another race.  

As she shook out her hair from the fire resistive cap, Steve came over and picked her up and swung her around.  “Great job Liv!” 

“Thank you, Steve! Nice win!”  He set her down and then went to his pit crew to celebrate.  Liv headed over to her crew and saw Bucky with a big smile.  “So boss, whatcha think?” 

“I think for a girl, meh, you were ok,” he said with a smirk.  He reached over and gave her a big hug.  “Good job proving all the doubters wrong,” he whispered to her. She smiled as Andy came over to congratulate her.  

The podium ceremony was ok, Ransom was acting odd for Ransom but Liv let it slide.  She was ready to head to her hotel after the press conference and have a relaxing night with Steve.  She showered and changed into her Red Bull polo, doing her hair so she could wear her hat and headed out into the press area.  She was smiling and waving to the crowd when Andy stopped her. “Liv, I need to talk to you.”  He pulled her away from the press area and back towards the Red Bull garage.  

Steve, Bucky, Frank, and Sam were waiting for them in the garage. Liv looked around.  “What’s going on?” 

“Since when have you and Rogers been together?” 

Steve’s head snapped up as Liv’s face blanched.  “What do you mean?” 

“I mean this,” Andy slapped a photo down on the work bench.  It was of Steve and Liv from the morning before as Steve was leaving her room.  Steve swallowed as he watched for Liv’s reaction.  

“Where did you get this?” Steve asked.  

“The press has it.  And they are having a field day.  So, I’ll ask again, how long?” 

Liv was frozen starting at the photo.  Steve cleared his throat.  “Since Singapore.”  

Andy started to pace, running his hands through his hair.  “Singapore.  Perfect.  I gave you one direction Rogers and that was to stay away from her.  This,” he picks up the photo, “this is the reason why. The FIA is gonna want to investigate to make sure you two aren’t cheating. They are going to investigate the team to see if you are giving orders to your girlfriend to win this championship. Un-fucking-believable.”  

Steve watched as a single tear fell from Liv’s eye.  He had enough, He pulled her to his chest so she could cry. “Andy, we love each other.  We didn’t do any of that, we promise.  She won on her own.”  

Andy looked at Livie, watching her as she hid herself away.  “Liv, is it true?” 

Red rimmed eyes looked back at him.  “I love him, Andy.” 

Andy stared at her.  “Then I’m gonna do my best to protect you both.”  

As they headed out of the garage, they are swarmed by the press. Liv and Steve make it to the car that was waiting for them.  Steve held his girl, unsure of what to do next. 

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I tagged 1,240 of my posts in 2022

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#fic: and they were roommates - 76 posts

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#the denim jacket .. i want an au where jaemin takes u to the fair and lets u wear his denim jacket while ur trying to win a stuffed animal

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

high-waisted shorts

❝ i noticed you staring at my ass earlier, by the way. do you want me to get my shorts out of the way so you can get a better look? ❞

PAIRING ▸ huang renjun x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, crack, college au, strangers to lovers au

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, alcohol consumption, sexual tension, teasing, dirty talk, one night stand trope, fingering, palming, oral (fem. receiving), more oral (m. receiving), choking, raw sex (pls use protection), in this society we make important decisions with rock paper scissors, copious amounts of anime references, ft. jaemin, hyuck, and jeno tormenting poor renjun

SUMMARY ▸ huang renjun might be the least committed to all this “bitch hunting” bullshit, and he doesn’t want to stoop to the level of stupidity his friends are at. that’s why he’s pissed when you’re strutting around in those high waisted shorts wherever you go, making renjun lose all sense of reason.

PLAYLIST ▸ like by bts • cravin by danileigh, g-eazy • 23 by chase atlantic • sparkle by radwimps

WORD COUNT ▸ 7,850 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ first installment of the bitch hunters series !! wrote this while i was angry bc my discord got hacked and i was furiously typing LOL but hope u enjoy ♡

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2,977 notes - Posted May 26, 2022

#4

netflix and chill

❝ you’ve been eye-fucking me all night, and i was starting to think you weren’t gonna get around to the chill part of netflix and chill. ❞

PAIRING ▸ lee jeno x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, crack, college au, strangers to lovers au

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, smut, couch sex, wall sex, shower sex, fingering, dry humping, lots of teasing!! and some degradation and praise, oral (fem. receiving), choking, size kink, bulge kink, hyuck is insufferable, i’m sorry this is pure filth, despite the warnings there are fluffy moments

SUMMARY ▸ lee jeno doesn’t want to give up the carefree life of a single man, not tied down by emotional entanglements and commitments. that is, until he sees you smacking a man twice your size with a stack of engineering paper. he kind of falls in love, so jeno does what any normal person does and invites you over to netflix and chill.

PLAYLIST ▸ long way 2 go by cassie • sour grapes by le sserafim • foreshadow by enhypen • lucid dream by aespa

WORD COUNT ▸ 10,087 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ hello hello! i went awol for a tiny bit but im back and i really hope you guys enjoy this !! shoutout to the ice cream sandwich that kept me awake to finish this. second installment of the bitch hunters series ♡ 

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4,340 notes - Posted July 12, 2022

#3

fight club

❝ i don’t care if she has a pretty face; if this is your first night at fight club, you have to fight.❞

PAIRING ▸ lee jeno x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, fight club au, rich kid au, college au, strangers to lovers

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, violent themes (fighting), mentions of blood, 7dream are all part of the fight club, ft. best friends karina and sungchan, sneaking around, fingering, strength/size kink, oral (fem. receiving), choking, sex ofc, lowkey corruption kink, also i swear jeno is soft

SUMMARY ▸ after park jisung introduces you to his shady after-school activity, you realize it’s far too dangerous to be involved with the underground fight club in any way. their members are rough around the edges—except for lee jeno, who keeps you coming back for more.

PLAYLIST ▸ atm by j. cole • baby don’t stop by nct u • new axis by nct u • nate growing up by labyrinth

WORD COUNT ▸ 11,914 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ WOOO ITS FINALLY OUT i hope you guys like it and lmk what u think !! ♡ remember when this was supposed to be 5k words LOL + another note and the tag list is at the bottom (sorry i forgot to respond to yall in the comments but i think i got everyone!) and thank you again for all the love :’)

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4,569 notes - Posted March 3, 2022

#2

bitch hunters

huang renjun, lee jeno, lee donghyuck, and na jaemin are determined to have girlfriends by the end of their college years, but that’s easier said than done when they’re known as the biggest players on campus.

GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, crack, college au

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, sexual content (smut), alcohol consumption 

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ hello !! welcome to my nct dream 00 line series that i’m super hyped for !! since i never did anything for my 1k followers milestone.... or 2k.... or 3k.... or 4k.... consider this my 5k milestone ♡ these are going to be like mini fics (around 5k??) so it’s a refreshing break from the long fics :’) the stories are loosely connected but you don’t have to read in order. send me an ask or comment to be added to the tag list! thank you for reading & i hope you enjoy!!

COMPLETED ▸ november 27th, 2022

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5,164 notes - Posted April 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

cherry girl!

❝ i think it’s about time i show you how good i can make you feel. ❞

PAIRING ▸ na jaemin x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, crack, college au, gamer au (twitch streamer!jaemin), friends to lovers, fuckboy au, friends with benefits au, a little bit of angst

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, sexting, dirty talk, corruption kink, the classic “teaching them to fuck” trope, fingering, oral (f. and m. receiving), dry humping, praise, mc is very innocent, jaemin being a cocky loser (somewhat endearing?), jealous jaemin is a dick, sneaking around, slight exhibitionism, mutual pining

SUMMARY ▸ virginity is a social construct, so it’s not like na jaemin had to know you were a pure, untouched maiden. okay, so maybe you should’ve told him that before he was knuckles-deep inside you.

or, in which progressing from best friends to best friends with benefits is hard, especially when you both have feelings for each other.

PLAYLIST ▸ know now by nct u • fuck up the friendship by leah kate • often by the weeknd • double take by dhruv

WORD COUNT ▸ 16722 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ I’VE BEEN SO EXCITED TO RELEASE THIS i hope yall enjoy and lmk what u think !! ♡ tag list is at the bottom and a big thank you to everyone who asked to be part of it!

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5,465 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

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[cognitosclowns]

Is there anyway you could do some Andre x Reader fluff??

I feel like he gives the best kisses 💕

EHEHEHE <3 YES OFC YOU CANNN <333

All sfw!! just some cute <333 cuddling n kisses!!

EEE YOU’RE JUST,, GETTIN A BUNCH OF CUTE KISSY HC’S AND IDEAS BC,, ANDRE LEE DESERVES SOME SOFTNESS IN HIS LIFE <3 

He's,, had so many lovers. He's has TIME to perfect his kisses.

His kisses also have,, a lot of variety?? You wouldn’t expect it but this man can give some very sweet kisses <3

Like ofc you have the,, Clumsy, Excited kinds of kisses (which are vv common, bc he’s quite uncoordinated)

but,, sometimes on lazy afternoons when you two are cozied up on the couch he’ll just,, gently nuzzle his nose against you and kiss the corner of your lips?? Or lazily smooch your cheek a buncha times?? <3333

God this man loves naps. Fucking adores naps. His perfect state is taking a nap, wrapped around you like a Very Thin Koala smdnsmd

he has a tendency to play with your cheeks and ears?? just,, very softly stroking them while he falls asleep <3 he likes the texture on his fingers, it helps him calm down!!

He’ll fade in and out of consciousness, mumbling absolute nonsense. He doesn’t even really know what he’s saying tbh?? smndsd like it’ll start on how Grapes Blow Up In The Microwave, But They Taste Nice Boiled, and by the end he’ll just be mumbling about how happy it makes him to know that you love him?

He struggles sometimes with finding the right words to say I Love You, but when you two are napping?? <3333 he gets pretty cheesy

Also he’ll make,, the most horrible piggy noises against your cheek until you both crack up laugh <3 no specific thoughts here, its just cute. He really likes seeing you smile, and he has no trouble being Positively Goofy to accomplish this msndsdm

EEE THESE WERE JUST SOME MISC THOUGHTS,, SMNDS LMK IF YOU HAD SMTH ELSE IN MINDDDDD

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Stardust by @daydreamsofren

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Your Galaxy by @laserbrains (gn!reader)

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[princemick-archive]

Omg please teach me about wine

actually I'd love to talk about wine pls what do u guys wanna know? ill like tell me basics but like pls ask away

so u got the basic most important info u ofc got red and white wine. then u got rose and sweet wine which by pretentious wine lovers isnt cosidered as real wine and then u have port and dessert wine. all these are made out of grapes.

all these grapes and different tho and if you're talking about wine u have two different ways of recogizing them

either ur talking the grape sort so for example chardonnay and verdejo which can also be a mixed so u can have like a sauvignon/verdejo wine which is two diff grapes in one bottle

and then u have regions for wines which for example is the rioja or the mersault region. you can have a chardonnay from the mersault region for example!!

and in those regions and in those grape sit gets complicated and deep but like so. the rioja region is traditionally for red wines because its a hot region in spain which means it gets a lot more direct sun and is so a lot more heavy in taste if you go to one of the specific regions lower and is a lot lighter in taste if you go higher in the mountains but they can all still be called a rioja. so you'll prob find a rioja tempranilo easily which are more heavy wines from the lower rioja region.

[andydrysdalerogers]

Following Team Orders - Emilia Romagna 

Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Olivia Williams

Summary: Olivia Williams is Formula One royalty. Her father is a racing legend and all Liv wants is to be one of only six women in the world to have raced in the most elite racing division in the world. When she finally gets the chance, she has to not only take on a male dominated sport, but her past, her teammate and a life beyond the track that she was not ready for. She just has to follow team orders but what happens when one man challenges her on and off the racing line...

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings: A-N-G-S-T!!! eventual smut, slow burn, enemies to lovers, love triangle (if you squint) misogamy, fluff, racing accidents, an asshole Steve Rogers (you'll see what i mean)

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Series MasterList - Main Masterlist

Steve was grabbing at bite at the track café in Emilia, minding his own business.  He was scrolling on his phone with an annoying voice interrupted his peaceful morning.  “Hey Rogers!”  

Steve rolled his eyes but then looked up at Johnny Storm.  “Storm.”   

“How you feeling about the track?” Johnny popped a grape in his mouth. 

“No grip but what can you expect after all the rain they have gotten here?”  Steve shrugged.   

“Well, hopefully…” Johnny stopped at the roar of a bike coming into the paddock.  The rider parked and climbed off before pulling off their helmet and a tumble of dark curls fell out.  She shook her hair and then turned.   

Steve sucked in a breath.  Olivia didn’t see, or if she did, she didn’t acknowledge the men around her.  She confidently walked towards the Red Bull garage, unzipping her leather jacket, revealing a red crop top, showing off just a flash of skin. Dark jeans and black boots completed her outfit.  Steve couldn’t look away from how effortlessly beautiful she was.  Storm whistled under his breath.   

“Hot damm! That girl is going to be the death of someone. Holy shit. Racer, biker, model,” Johnny licked his lips, smoking hot. “Bellissima as some of the locals would say.” (Beautiful)  

Steve felt his temper grow.  “Fuck off Storm. Leave her alone.”   

Johnny turned to Steve with a cocky smile. “What Rogers? You interested?”  

“Of course not.  She’s my teammate.”   

“Then she’s fair game. Excuse me.” Johnny took off in Olivia’s direction.  

Steve seethed. Johnny Storm was a playboy.  The love them and leave them type.  Which wasn’t to say that he wasn’t either but there was something about Olivia that he wanted to protect.  After her outburst, he tried to make either neutral or encouraging comments towards her.  She was trying to accomplish something no woman has ever done.  Win in Formula One.  His feelings had to come second.  She was doing her job, racing and helping him win.   

But it doesn’t mean he never thought of what it would be like to have her under him, feeling her soft skin, listening to her moans as he worked over her.   

“Fuck.”  

The novelty of Liv being a female in F1 hadn’t wore off and she was on her fifth interview of the day with the Italian press.  Being linguistically apt had its advantages as she flawlessly went through interview after interview.  As the final one was wrapping up, Liv noticed a person standing in the background and she tried not to cringe. She hoped to move fast after the interview but no such luck.   

“Didn’t think you were that desperate, Livie.” She didn’t acknowledge Ransom as she gathered her things. “I’m talking to you, Love Bug.”  

“Don’t call me that,” she said as she finally looked up.   

“What’s a matter?  The old nickname gets you hot and bothered?”  

“No more like it makes my skin crawl.”  She slung her pack onto her back, “what do you want Hugh?”  

Ransom narrowed his eyes.  “Don’t call me that.” He gave her a once over before continuing.  “I just wanted to know why you’re here.”   

“In this room, the track, what?”  

“Here, in Formula One.  That desperate to come back to me?”  

Liv scoffed.  “You wish. I want you back like I want a rash. Excuse me.”   

He grabbed her arm. “C’mon Liv. You know you miss me. You know you want to come back.”   

Olivia shook her arm from his grasp. “I wouldn’t go back to you even if they paid me, Hugh.”   

Fire passed in Ransom’s cold blue eyes.  “At least I don’t have to treat on daddy’s name to get anywhere Olivia.”   

“My father has nothing to do with me being here.  I got here on talent alone.”   

“With your mouth, I’m sure.  See you around Love Bug.”  He cackled as he walked away.   

Liv’s eyes were swimming with tears. Was that what everyone was really thinking?  That she was here on the coattails of her father or that she slept her way through the team?  She brushed away the tears and headed to her trailer. She kept her head down, not wanting to look at anyone before she slammed into what felt like a brick wall.  “Shit!” she squeaked as she headed towards the ground.   

Solid arms held her before she hit the ground and she looked up to see the smug face of one Steve Rogers. He took in her red rimmed eyes and couldn’t stop himself.  “What’s a matter princess? Break a nail?”   

 At that, Liv’s resolve broke.  “Fuck you!” She pulled herself away from him.   

“Whoa. Hostile much?”  

Liv couldn’t stop herself.  All she was seeing was red. “I am sick and tired of hearing all you fuck boy racers speak.  You don’t know what I’ve had to go through to be here and I’m tired.  Just leave me the fuck alone!”  She began to walk quickly to the trailer.   

Steve chased after her.  “Liv! Liv! Stop!” He grabbed her hand to stop her. “Livie, what happened?”  

Liv couldn’t even acknowledge that he had called her by her nickname. “Nothing. Leave me alone.”   

“Williams, look at me.”  Her eyes focused on his. “Did someone say something to you?” She shook her head. “Talk to me, tell me who made you cry?”   

“Why do you care? You already wrote me off.”   

It started to register that there was only one person who could have sent Olivia in this direction.  It was no secret that she and Drysdale had a past.  Most had assumed that they would marry eventually until suddenly it was over, and Olivia stayed away from Formula One for the last few years.  It was the main reason Steve hadn’t recognized her the first time.  She had really changed herself when she was with him, going blonde, dressing provocatively.  “Was Drysdale here?  Did he say something to you?”  

“You don’t care so what does it matter?  Please just let me have some dignity and let me go.  Please.”  The final word coming out as a whisper.   

Steve’s POV  

Steve let her go and she almost ran to her trailer. He ran his hands through his hair in frustration.  The last thing he needed was for Drysdale to fuck up his team with his shitty attitude towards Liv.  He headed to the Mercedes garage, fuming.  He saw his target and moved in.  “Stay away from her.”   

“Away from who Rogers?”  Ransom smirked at the anger forming on Steve’s face.   

“Olivia.  Stay away from her and my team.”   

“Or what?”  

“Don’t tempt me Drysdale.  We all know. We all saw what you did to her the last time.  So I will say it one more time.  Stay away from my teammate.”   

“You sound very overprotective,” Ransom mocked.  “You tap that Rogers?  She is good.  With her mouth and while she bounces…”  

“Shut the fuck up!” Steve’s eyes blazed and his expression stunned Ransom to step back.  “I will only say this once.  I am not sleeping with her, but I will protect her because she is a part of MY team.  So, stay the fuck away!” He shoved him back. “Or I will end you.”   

Liv’s POV  

Back in the trailer, Liv slammed the door closed and curled up into herself on the couch.  How much more of this could she take?  When she heard the door open, she turned away and wiped at her face.   

“Bug?”  

She turned to see Frank there. “Livie, what happened?”  

“Nothing.”   

“Bullshit, Liv.  Tell me,” Frank pleaded.   

She looked into the eyes of her best friend and just started to sob.  Frank pulled her into his arms, running a hand over her hair and her back. He let her get it out, rocking her back and forth.  When she quieted to small hiccups, he asked again. “Bug, what happened?”  

“Ransom,” she whispered.   

“Son of a bitch! What did he say?”  

“He said I was sleeping my way into a driver’s seat. Said I was using Dad to get here.  That I wanted to go back to him.  Frankie, is that what people think?”  

“No Bug, no, that’s not what the important people think.  C’mon, you know I don’t think that and neither does Bucky or Tony or Andy.  Hell, even Steve doesn’t think that.  Liv, you are an amazing driver and if Drysdale doesn’t see that, then he never knew you.”   

Liv clutched as Frank’s shirt as Bucky came in. “Liv?”  

“She’s ok.  Drysdale,” Frank simply said.   

Bucky nodded.  “We have practice in 30, its time to start stretching.”   

“Ok,” came the muffled reply. She lifted her head.  “Just give me five.”  She moved into the bathroom.   

Frank and Bucky let her be and headed into the garage. “That asshole broke her the last time,” Frank said.   

“Let’s just make a plan not to leave her all the way alone, ok? She should have security, but I can tell that would not go well,” Bucky replied.   

“You’re right it wouldn’t.” Frank chuckled.  “My best friend is stubborn.”    

“She is at that.  Among other things.”  Bucky walked away, leaving Frank confused on the statement.   

“Liv, you are 0.5 second behind Drysdale for 4th with 3 laps remaining.” Bucky’s voice was steady in her ear.  

“Copy.”   

“You ok?” Concern was now laced in it.   

“Focused, boss man.  Steve ok?”  

“The spin cost him, but he has 4 second over Drysdale for 3rd.”   

“Copy.”   

Liv has been focused on the race.  Even in light rain, the track is super slippery.  But it’s something Liv has practiced over and over.  She can tell that Ransom is driving too cautiously and she smiles, knowing it’s her chance.  They cross the starting line and now have two laps to go.  She tails him but stays out of the spray.  Halfway through, he slips and makes a tiny error, sliding the car and allowing Liv to slide in front of him.   

“Great job Liv. One more lap.”   

“Copy,” as she passes the line again.  She can see Ransom in her mirrors, but he’s got no grip and he hesitate to step away from the dry line.  Liv keeps it up, making no mistakes and crosses, finishing 4th.   

“Great job Bug! P4.”   

“Yes!  Thank you, guys!” She slows and makes her way around to the pitlane to park.  Bucky and Frank are waiting for her, hug and high fives all around.  She sees Johnny lifting the first-place trophy with Lance Tucker in second and Steve in third.  Liv does her post race stuff and when she turns to head to the garages, she bumps into someone.  “I am so sorry.”   

“It is fine, mademoiselle.” A young man holds her steady.  “You did a fantastic job today.”   

“Oh, thank you.”  She flushed, taking in the man’s charmed.  She quickly looked him over, dark hair, hazel eyes, goatee, he is handsome.  “Sorry, I don’t think we’ve met. Olivia,” she offered her hand.   

“Charles.”  He took her hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. “I’m the replacement for Chase Collins.”   

“Oh, yes, of course.  How is he?”  

“Doing better.  Broken leg but he’ll be ok.”  He flashed her a smile.   

“Your accent? French?”  

“Monaco. You are an American, yes?”  

“Yes, California. Well, I should go get cleaned up.  Press, you know.”   

“Of course, it was nice to meet you, Olivia. I hope I get to see more of you around.” He kissed her hand again and she giggled.   

“Same Charles.”  She let go and turned to her trailer.  Not really noticing the six-foot blonde who was watching her.  

Steve grinded his teeth at the Monegasque making a move on Olivia. He needed to make a move with Olivia to keep her close.  He caught up to her right before she made it to her door.  “You did good Williams.”   

Surprise was in her eyes when she looked up at Steve. “Uh, thanks.”   

“No, seriously. I watched the replay of your overtake. It was smooth. I’m impressed.”   

Liv’s face softens. “Thanks Rogers.” She turned to go inside.   

“Call me Steve,” he offered a smile.  “Maybe we can start over.” He held out his hand.   

She looked at it curiously. But took it in her own. “Liv,” she replied. “I look forward to working with you Steve.”  She giggled and Steve swore it was the sweetness sound he had ever heard.  

“I’m sorry for before Liv.”   

“Its ok.  Sorry I slapped you.”   

“Its ok. Deserved.”   

“Well, I have to get cleaned up. See you later?”  

“Yeah, see ya.” She walked away but turned back to look at him with a smile.    

Steve ran a hand over his face. He was so screwed. But he smiled.

Small steps.  

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