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azriels-shadowsinger · 1 year ago

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Confessions (Azriel x Reader) - Part Two

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warnings: smut! minors dni!

a/n: thank you so much for all the love on part 1!! hope yall enjoy!

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Once you are alone again, you immediately go in search of Azriel. Maybe you’re imagining it, but you swear your lips are still tingling from where he kissed you. You don’t even know what you would say to him after royally fucking up that entire conversation, but you have to try. His usual spots were no luck, as were his room and basically the rest of the House of Wind.

He’s gone. Fuck.

The next best option to to go find Mor and hopefully sort through some of the thoughts racing inside your head. You find her in her room, lounging on her bed reading. She gives you that same worried and apologetic look from earlier, but you stop her before she can apologize again.

“Don’t say anything. It's fine, I’m fine. But we need to talk, like right now.” You say anxiously and sit on her bed with her. After you repeat to her everything that Azriel had said, Mor is beaming from ear to ear.

“He really said that? Holy gods, y/n! What did he say when you told him you felt the same way?” Her eyes are wide with excitement.

“Well…. I didn’t. Feyre interrupted to check on me, and then he left before I could tell him anything. And now he’s nowhere to be found.” You sigh and try to hide the disappointment on your face.

“Oh y/n. I’m sorry.” She says softly and wraps an arm around you. “He just left? He didn’t even give you a chance to say how you feel?” She questions.

“Not exactly…” you draw back, embarrassed. “He was basically begging me to tell him I felt the same, but I completely froze and didn’t say anything.” I murmur and look at my hands, ashamed.

“Y/n!” Mor yells.

“I know, I know! I’m a gods damn idiot! This is what I have wanted for literally centuries, but once I finally get a chance… I completely fuck it up!” You flop back onto her bed in defeat, running your hands over your face. “I don’t know what happened! He kissed me, and I just froze! What is wrong with me?” You groan. Mor rubs a soothing hand on your arm.

“It will be okay. You said he wasn’t anywhere in the House of Wind, so he probably found some mission that sent him away for a few days, just like he always does when he is avoiding his problems.” She reassures. You nod in agreement. “In the meantime, you need to figure out what the hell you are even gonna say to him, because you really can’t fuck it up again." She chuckles, and you throw a pillow at her.

“Not helpful, Mor!” You laugh.

———

Days pass, and there is no word from Azriel. Rhys said he should be back by the end of the week and even used his daemati powers to request that he return earlier, but Azriel refused.

You try not to let his absence and your lingering anxiety about the situation bother you too much. On the outside, you go about your day as normal, but internally, you feel like a complete gods damn mess.

———

The weekend arrives, and you anxiously await any news that Azriel is back. You don’t even bother trying to be subtle, checking the hallway between your rooms every time you hear the slightest noise.

Soon it is well after midnight, and you begin to accept that he isn’t coming home any time soon. You wander down to the kitchens in search of something overly sweet to ease your sorrows. Several chocolate chunk cookies later, courtesy of Elain, you still don’t feel much better. You stare out the kitchen window while you eat, lost in thought of what to do now.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see something move. You turn around to look, but no one is there. You were about to call it a night and go back to your room when you see the shadows in the corner moving ever so slightly. Your breath catches in your throat and you stare at the wisps of darkness. Could it be?

Two small shadows dart out of the corner toward you. Having been caught, they move closer and swirl around your legs eagerly.

The cool sensation makes you giggle, and you look down at them, ignoring the ache in your chest that it wasn’t him. But he must be here somewhere if his shadows are back. You rush up to your room, shadows trailing behind you. Just as you turn onto your hallway, you see Azriel standing outside his door. He stops and stares at you for a moment, a pained look in his eyes. Before you can say anything, he quickly slips into his room and shuts the door.

Okay, ouch. You get that he might not want to talk, but he could at least be civil. The two shadows at your side linger for a moment before slipping under his door as well. Once again, you are alone.

———

Morning comes after a very poor night’s sleep. You wait until the sun peaks above the horizon before stepping into the hall and sitting on the floor against the wall, waiting for Azriel. Half an hour passes, and he still hasn’t emerged from his room. That’s unusual, he’s usually up to train by now. You knock on his door, but the other side is silent. He must already be gone.

You make your way to the training ring, and thankfully you found him there. Azriel and Cassian were sparring hand-to-hand in the ring, and it was apparently a very intense match since they were both glistening with sweat. Azriel faces away from you, so you can only see his shirtless back, but holy gods his back. You can’t help but stare as his broad shoulders move and his muscles ripple. Cassian finally notices you after several minutes and smirks at you, stopping the match. Azriel looks behind himself in confusion, but his expression immediately changes to panic when he sees you.

Well, it’s now or never. He will just keep evading you if you don’t talk to him now. You walk over to the training ring.

“Good morning, boys. Cass, do you mind if I step in and practice my sparring with Azriel? I’m a bit rusty and could use his help.” You ask sweetly, giving him a very obvious glare that says to leave. You’re not sure what all Azriel has told him, but he catches the hint immediately.

“Oh, uh, yeah. I have to, uh… go find Nesta.” He hurries off, leaving you alone with Azriel.

Azriel takes a step, like he wants to leave too, but you step in front of him.

“What do you want, y/n?” His prominent dark circles and sad eyes make your chest ache.

“I told you, I want to practice sparring. Just like we used to.” You give a hopeful smile and pull your hair up. He sighs in defeat and steps back into the ring with you. His shadows inch forward like they want to approach you, but ultimately stay by his side.

“Fine. But I don’t want to talk.” He mumbles. You nod and get into your fighting stance. He seems very apprehensive to attack first, so you make the first move. After a few minutes, the two of you get into the groove of it, moving so naturally with one another.

“You. Don’t have. To talk.” You say breathlessly between attempted punches. “But I’m gonna.” He obviously doesn’t like that, so he starts fighting back harder in an attempt to keep you from talking. You smirk at his increase in effort, dodging his punches. “Nice try. You forget who trained me.” The side of his mouth upticks ever so slightly.

“You’re right. That means I know all your moves.” He says smugly and avoids your attack. You try not to let his voice distract you, but damn, it’s so nice to finally hear him talk somewhat normally to you after so long.

“Last week, I didn’t-“ He swings at you, causing your words to cut off. You step aside and try again. "As I was saying-“ Another swing. You give him an annoyed glare and he just shrugs. “Azriel, will you please just let me ta-“ You dodge another attack. This is ridiculous, and it ends now. Quicker than he can react, you move behind him and knock his feet out from under him with one swift kick, immediately moving to pin his arms down and straddle his waist. Azriel half-heartedly fights back for a moment before giving up.

“Fine. You win. Can you let me go?” He avoids your gaze. You tighten your grip on his wrists. Azriel’s shadows wrap themselves around your legs, and you savor the familiar feeling of their chill.

“No. You’re gonna let me talk.” You and Azriel both know he could get out of your hold in a matter of seconds, but the fact that he doesn’t means he must be willing to hear you out. You take a deep breath and focus your spiraling thoughts. Azriel gives a silent nod, still looking anywhere but your eyes.

“Look, I messed up last week. I was still kinda freaked out about what happened with Mikael.” Azriel flinches at the name, his expression turning murderous.

“Fucking piece of shit got what he deserved.” Azriel mutters under his breath. You try not to think too hard about what that means, but the blood on his clothes last week makes it pretty clear what happened.

“Anyway, I was still freaked out, and then you were asking me to tell you if I meant what I said that night, and I just got embarrassed and panicked.” You take a deep breath. This is it. “I’ve spent centuries trying to hide my feelings from you. I even tried dating other males, but ultimately each relationship ended because I put you before them. And when you started spending more time with Elain, I got jealous and decided that I had to try and move on for real. So when you asked me to tell you how I felt, I just couldn’t handle the heartache. And then you kissed me, and every single thought left my brain. I heard you tell me how you felt, I heard you ask me to tell you I felt the same, but I couldn’t form the words Az.” He finally looks up at you, his eyes wide and hopeful. “And you left before I could get my shit together and tell you. So let me say it now. I have loved you, as more than my best friend, for longer than I can remember Az. I’m sorry I couldn’t figure out how to say that last week.” He looks surprised. "It's always been you.” You repeat the words he told you last week.

A moment passes. Then two. And then his hands are free from your grip, pulling you close to him and kissing you deeply. You don’t hesitate this time, kissing him back with just as much passion. Azriel’s hips lift slightly, making you suddenly very aware of your current position. You hesitantly move yourself to go from straddling his waist to straddling his hips, unsure of what exactly he wants to happen. He freezes for a moment, causing you to overthink and pull away slightly, but before you can pull back completely, Azriel’s hands grip your hips and pull them closer to his. He groans softly into your mouth, letting one hand move from your hip to the nape of your neck, pulling you closer.

One second, you are on top of him kissing, and the next he is flipping you onto your back, holding himself up with one hand next to your head while the other caresses your waist. His mouth begins to trail down your neck and onto the column of your throat, giving you rough kisses along the way. A small whimper leaves you, which only seems to encourage him more.

From across the training ring, you hear voices approaching. Shit, you both completely forgot where you are and how public this is. Azriel pulls away and quickly stands, reaching out a hand towards you to help you up. You wonder if the interruption will be the end of this heated moment between the two of you, but Azriel pulls you by the waist close to him.

“Your room or mine?” He asks with a strained voice. The voices get closer, and before you can answer, Azriel lifts you up with your legs around his waist and winnows you to his room.

———

Once you arrive inside Azriel’s room, he gently sets you on his bed and takes a step back, staring at you. You can’t tell what his expression says, but you suddenly feel very shy under his intense stare.

“Uh, you okay?” You ask hesitantly. He gives you a grin and nods.

“I’m great. More than great. I’m just taking a second to admire this moment because I’ve spent the pst week feeling like Prythian’s biggest idiot for confessing my feelings to you when you didn’t feel the same way.” He stalks closer to you, his grin transforming into a lustful smirk. “But now that I know you feel the same way…” he towers over you, gently pushing you back onto the bed as he moves above you. “I am going to savor this. Every. Single. Second.” He kisses up your neck between his last few words.

“Oh… uh, okay.” You blush hard as the words come out in a whisper and every thought leaves your brain. Well, every thought except for Azriel. His hands tangle into your hair as he kisses you, but unlike before, this kiss isn’t overly eager and desperate. It’s purposeful and passionate, but the hunger from before still lingers between the two of you. Azriel’s hands slowly slide up your waist, under your shirt. His fingers play with the hem for a moment.

“Is this okay?” He whispers in your ear and softly bites your earlobe. You nod in response, but he pulls back and puts a hand on your cheek. “I need to hear you say it. You need to tell me exactly how far you want to go. I don’t want to do something you aren’t comfortable with.”

“Az. Please, I need you. All of you.” You plead.

“Thank the gods.” He wastes no time slipping his hands under your shirt and bra. His fingers graze over your nipples softly, causing you to whimper quietly. Azriel pulls your shirt off and quickly unclasps your bra, throwing it across his room. His eyes darken as he stares at you. You instinctively try to cover yourself, but he immediately pins both of your wrists above your head with one of his hands. “Don’t you dare hide from me, sweetheart. You are fucking gorgeous.” His words come out low and gravelly, causing you to blush a deep shade of pink.

Azriel lowers his mouth to one nipple and sucks, biting gently, while he rolls the other one between his fingers. The sensation makes you let out a low moan. He switches, making sure to give both equal attention before moving lower.

“Can I trust you to keep your hands up there?” He asks gruffly.

“And if I don’t?” You challenge with a smirk. Azriel gives a low chuckle. You feel the familiar chill of his shadows moving up your arms and around your wrists, restraining you. Two more shadows start playing with your nipples and the cold feeling makes you arch your back.

“I always wondered how you would be in bed.” He lowers himself toward your stomach. “But it seems like you like to be a brat.” His eyes gleam with excitement. “And if this wasn’t the first time that I get to worship your body, believe me, I would fuck the brattiness right out of you.” His fingers play with the hem of your pants as he kisses down your navel. “But I’m gonna let that attitude slide just this once.” His filthy words send a rush of heat to your core.

His hot breath dances over your skin and he slowly drags down your pants and panties all at once. Azriel stares at your pussy with complete adoration in his eyes.

“You are so fucking stunning, sweetheart.” He groans and teases a finger around your entrance. “And so fucking wet. Gods y/n, you might have the prettiest pussy I have ever seen.” His fingers trail up to your clit and he circles it softly. Moans spill from your lips freely now as you buck your hips towards him. “Patience. I’m just getting started.” He smirks and spreads your legs wide, before lowering his mouth to your core.

Azriel switches between kitten licks to your clit and teasing your hole with his tongue. Your moans get louder as you become more desperate.

“More. Fuck, Az, more please.” You beg. He pushes one of his long fingers into your pussy and curls it, making you cry out.

“You like that, sweetheart?” He asks with a smug smirk, as if he doesn’t know the damn answer. His shadows continue to tease your nipples, while one trails down to circle your clit while Azriel fucks you with his fingers. You had never felt pleasure this good, this intense. Azriel returns to sucking your clit, occasionally grazing his teeth across it, causing you to throw your head back and moan loudly. The familiar feeling of pleasure builds in your core. As if he can tell you are close, he speeds up his fingers. “That’s it, y/n. Come for me.”

“Fuck Azriel!” You yell and clench around his fingers while grinding on his face. Your orgasm rips through you like an explosion. Azriel draws the feeling out longer with his fingers continuously moving inside you—slower now. “Az, please. I want you inside me. Now.” You whine. He looks up at you with a shit-eating grin, his chin wet with your arousal.

“I have waited a long fucking time to finally taste you, so I will stop once I get my fill.” He puts his tongues back on your clit and gives it a soft lick, causing your hips to buck at the intensified feeling. “Give me one more like this, sweetheart. I need you to cum on my face one more time before I’ll be satisfied.” He buries his face between your legs, eating you out like a male starved. This might be the hottest thing you have ever experienced. No male has ever been so eager to eat you out, especially not this well, and definitely never twice in a row.

It doesn’t take long for Azriel to bring you to the edge again. His fingers thrust inside your soaked cunt as he sucks your clit.

“Cum for me, sweetheart.” Right as your release bursts inside you, Azriel moves his face back up to your mouth, keeping his fingers in your pussy and on your clit to coax you through the orgasm. His shadows release your hands, and you grab onto his shoulders as he swallows your moans with his kiss. You eventually come down from your high and take a steadying breath.

Azriel grins down at you like a kid on Winter Solstice who got every present he wanted. “You are breathtaking, y/n.” He kisses you again and moves his hips above yours. “Are you sure, sweetheart?” His gentle tone fills you with warmth.

“Please, Azriel. Please fuck me.” He groans at your words and lines his tip up with your entrance.

“Let me know if you need me to stop, okay?” You nod. He slowly pushes himself into you, one inch at a time. Fuck, you knew he was big, but this is something else. “Are you okay?” He asks. You nod and lift your hips to meet his, encouraging him to keep going. Azriel pushes himself entirely into you and gives a low moan.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you feel so fucking good.” He starts to slowly move in and out, gradually picking up his pace until he is pounding into you, his eyes screwed shut in pleasure. “This pussy was fucking made for me.” He moans and drops his forehead onto yours. You feel your pleasure building again as his hand reaches down to rub your clit.

“I’m close, Az.” You moan into his shoulder. This causes him to slow down slightly, opting for agonizingly slow and deep thrusts.

“Not yet, y/n. I need to feel you more.”

Thrust

“I have wanted this for so long.”

Thrust

“So fucking long.”

Thrust

“And now you’re mine.”

Thrust

His eyes pour into yours intensely.

“I have loved you since I first met you, y/n.” He says in an intimately hushed tone.

“I love you too, Az. I have for so long.” Your words pull a moan from him, and he picks his pace back up, pounding his cock into you. His fingers return to your clit and he rubs circles, drawing out high-pitched moans from you.

“Cum for me, y/n. Fuck, please. Come on my cock, sweetheart.” It comes out more like a beg than a command. Your third orgasm causes you to clench around him and drag your nails down his back, probably leaving marks. A few more thrusts, and Azriel is spilling inside you, your name falling from his lips over and over.

You both lay there for a while, savoring the moment. After a minute, Azriel slowly pulls out of you, making you hiss from how sensitive your walls are. He heads to the bathroom and returns quickly with a wet cloth to clean you up. Once clean, he gets back into the bed and pulls you close to him. The two of you cuddle in silence for a while before he speaks up.

“I’m still convinced this is a dream.” He whispers in amazement while running his fingers through your hair.

“I’ll admit I’ve had similar dreams before.” You giggle. He turns you around to face him and raises an eyebrow.

“You’ve had wet dreams about me?” You blush hard and nod. “Fuck, that’s hot.” You giggle and bury your face in his chest as he pulls you closer.

“This isn’t a dream, Az. It’s real, and I really do love you.” You reassure him. You will tell him that a million times if that’s what it takes.

“I love you, y/n. So fucking much.” He hugs you tighter. The two of you doze off into a blissfully content sleep.

omg okay i hope yall liked this!! also btw i have never published smut ever before so i apologize if it sucked lol.

i’m having a lot of fun getting back into writing fics so please send me requests if you have any bc i suck at coming up with ideas.

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sweetlittlegingy · 2 years ago

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What If

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The pitter-patter of feet running down the hallway has you looking up from the fruit bowl you're curating, to glance over your shoulder and catch sight of Laine running toward you as Bradley chases her. Her tiny body clings to your bottom half as she tries to squish in between you and the cabinet.

“Chicken, nooooo!” her small form shakes in laughter as he bends down at your side and pokes at her.

“I was promised a princess.”

Bradley’s voice tries to lower an octave though does the complete opposite and rises to a high squeak that makes you break out in laughter. Your heart swells at the sight, Bradley would make a wonderful uncle. He was already the best brother you could have asked for and since yesterday on base, he had quite literally had Laine on his hip or playing together at every moment.

Gray was never far away, though he tended to stay at neither Bob, Jake, or Javy’s side. You were so used to Gray being attached to you that seeing him interact so much with the squad was startling. You miss your little shadow, though seeing the way that he looked at Jake now was something that you would love to witness daily. Jake had told you that they just talked about planes, but you could see that it meant so much more to both of them.

The munchkin between your legs moves again, darting from Bradley’s outstretched hand as she giggles in excitement.

“I’m Jakey’s princess,” The reply stumps Bradley momentarily, long enough for her little hands to find your own. “Miss CeCe save me!”

Her hands pat at your tummy in a little rhythm as she bounces lightly on her toes. You gently slide the fruit bowl back and lower down to grab the munchkin before Brad can make another grab for her. Her small form bounces in your hold as she wraps her arms around your neck and nuzzles in.

“Run Miss CeCe!” She eyes you in excitement and you drop your gaze back to Bradley, before giving him a smirk. Your hips swivel as you turn and your arms clutch onto a giggling Laine as you run away.

“Get the fruit bowl, Chicken!”

You hear a playful huff at the name, though you’re past the hallway entryway and heading for the back deck before Bradley has a chance to yell back at you. The dimness in the hall is lit by the shining sun outside and you can see the rest of the squad lounging around in chairs while Javy and Jake bicker about grilling.

You hadn’t planned to have a BBQ, though this morning when Bradley and Nat showed up banging on the door with coolers and dessert you didn’t have any other choice.

No, you really had no other choice.

The pair had pushed through the door before you could even question them and told you that they were only here to see the twins. They then followed that up by saying that everyone was coming by, well everyone but Javy, he had spent the night after having a movie fort/sleepover night and had yet to leave. The pair had ushered you that you didn’t need to worry because Bob and Mickey were making sure to grab all the required fixings from the store so you wouldn’t have to worry.

Though you had instantly started making a fruit bowl with the strawberries, grapes, kiwi, and pineapple that you already had. The twins had helped you wash them and then used small star cookie cutters to cut shapes in the pineapple. Though once everyone had finally arrived the pair had automatically gravitated toward the outside. Bradley had also casually thrown in the fact that your dad, Penny, and Amelia were coming over as well. After your dad had met them, he instantly wanted Penny and Amelia to meet the twins.

You brush a small strand of hair from Madelaine’s face, which causes her to give you a sweet smile and then kiss your cheek. That had started last night when you were putting the twins to bed, even though they ended up in yours again during the night. The two of them were in a late-night Disney movie hazy that left them half asleep, which in turn led them to tell both you and Jake that they loved you. It had made your heart stop. You knew that you should be placing boundaries, but so many were already crossed, and Jake and you both loved them so much already.

Your hand comes up to shield your eyes as the sun nearly blinds you. You didn’t know how it was 78 degrees at the beginning of December, but you weren’t complaining one bit. Your hold on Laine loosens as her small form wiggles until she’s free of you to run across the deck.

“Pop Pop! Ms. CeCe fought Chicken off.” She squeals in delight as your father catches her and tosses her small form in the air. That was also new, Jake had called your father Pops last night and Laine ran with it from there. Now both Gray and Laine were calling him Pop Pop, and neither your father nor anyone else had even spoken of the possibility of having them stop and having them call him Mav instead.

Your glance leaves the pair as they sit down next to Penny and Amelia, the mother and daughter duo instantly fell in love with the twins. So much so that your little sister had asked if she could babysit them sometime. She had been so happy and excited that you couldn’t tell her that you didn’t know if they would ever be back to the house.

A sigh leaves your chest as you cast your eyes around the deck to look at the group of important people in your life, though you can’t seem to find one of the most important ones. Gray wasn’t anywhere in your line of sight, and while you knew he was somewhere in the yard, that didn’t stop your breath from hitching. A pinch to your back makes you jump, while Bradley laughs and moves passed you with the fruit salad. You bat your hand at him, playfully glaring at him as he passes.

You’re still looking for Gray when you catch Jake’s eyes, he then gives you a small tip of the head out to the lawn and causes you to venture over to look out at the yard. A smile rests on your face as you lean against the railing of the deck to watch Bob, Mickey, Nat, and Gray as they lay on the lawn watching the sky. Gray’s hand shoots up causing your own eyes to shoot to the sky as a jet passes overhead. You only hear pieces of the conversation, something about cloud coverage, altitude, and flight pattern prediction, but it makes you smile all the same. Gray finally had people that would understand and listen to him, instead of brushing him off and not believing a word he said. Because as Janice had so kindly told you during a conference, “Children aren’t that smart, stop feeding into his fantasy.” The woman had riled you up to the point where you skipped over the last half of the packet, already knowing that she wasn’t listening to a thing you said about Grayson, and practically pushed her out the door.

The hands that wined around your waist and grasped onto the railing in front of you, have you relaxing back into the familiar chest. Jake’s chin settles on your shoulder after giving your cheek a small kiss causing the weight of your body to sink further into the comforting hold. You both sigh, and the mutual feeling of peace and fulfillment passes through the two of you.

“They blend in seamlessly.” Jake’s breath heats your neck, and you can’t help but to smile at the comment because it was true. They fit into your little family perfectly, and you were going to soak up every moment you had this weekend.

“I don’t want it to be over.” Jake’s hands wrap around you as you say it, and squeeze you gently. “I don’t know how I’m just going to let them go back there.” Your voice is heavy with pain that neither one of you acknowledge, instead, hoping to remain in this moment.

The tightness in your chest relieves, as neither of you can comment when you hear a whistle ring out that causes everyone to look over at Javy. He stands by the grill, with Laine on his hip as she silently waits for everyone’s attention. Javy smiles down at the small girl as she watches the group of you bouncing from excitement in his hold. Her eyes move from the group and up to Javy as the group quiets down to listen. He gives her a tiny nod that has a smile breaking out on not only her face but yours as well.

“The food is done.” Laine’s voice rings out through the backyard, but before anyone can make their way to the grill Javy whispers something else in her ear to say. “Ummm... Javy said he cooked everything, and Jakey didn’t help and that he’s the best cook.”

The comment causes everyone but Jake to laugh. A dramatic sigh falls from his lips as he steps out from behind you, only taking one step closer to the pair. You giggle as Jake clutches at his heart, eyes wide and never leaving Laine’s, before slipping to his knees beside you.

“You wound me, little darlin’.” His voice is strained and causes the surrounding group to gently smile at him. It didn’t go unnoticed how much Jake loved the twins already, and while they never mentioned the fact to you or Jake, it didn’t stop the squad from talking amongst themselves.

Jake barely has time to catch Laine as she runs into his arms and clutched onto him. She leans into his ear and whispers words that you can’t make out that have the both of them smiling. They must be good if the mega smile not resting on Jake’s face can tell you anything. Jake slowly rises to stand up while the pair laugh together, both of them looking at Javy in a teasing manner.

“You two keeping secrets now?” Your voice is questioning and has Madelaine leaning into you.

“I didn’t wanna hurt Javy’s feelings, Ms. CeCe. Jakey is still the best.” A giggle bubbles from you as she gives you a toothy grin, before you both then look at Javy and you can’t help but laugh even more at his wondering stare.

A weight settles against your leg and causes you to glance down to find Gray, already looking back up at you. His blonde locks house a few pieces of grass that you pick out, while his finger wraps around your belt loop.

“Hi, Sweetpea.” His blue eyes sparkle in the sunlight as a quiet hi is said back to you. “You ready to eat?��

You get back a small nod as he stays attached to your hip, watching the surrounding crowd from the designated safe zone. While Gray had opened up immensely to the group, he still ended up at your side whenever the group became too much. It wasn’t that he was uncomfortable, but his social anxiety and depleted self-esteem caused him to doubt his worth, especially around people he didn’t know well.

You hadn’t noticed that Jake put down Laine, though as his hands come around Gray to lift him in the same manner, he had with Laine just moments ago your heart swells. The sound of his laugh echoed through the yard as the group milled around getting food and talking, though your eyes could leave to pair.

A perfect father-son duo. You could have told anyone that the twins were your kids, not just from how they were almost identical copies of Jake. But anyone that saw how they interacted, and the amount of love that passed between them from minuscule actions and words alone.

“Come on you two, before Roos eats everything.” Your voice is teasing as you pull the pair along with you to grill to follow Laine, who already had your dad piling a mountain of food on a plate for her. Your eyes don’t miss the two different pieces of cake and brownie that cover most of the surface of the plate. You shake your head at your father, just now realizing how tightly Laine has him wrapped around her finger.

Your comment finally gained a reaction from Bradley, as a small kid playing ball lands against your back and makes you yelp before turning. You give him a smile that only a little sister can give to her older brother, followed by your tongue peeking out in a taunt.

You would give anything to stay in this moment with this group of people, your family, forever.

...

You finish putting the last dish away from the washer and wipe down the counter as the clock strikes 8:00. Signaling that it was in fact the twin’s bedtime, well the one that you had given them. Neither Janice nor Ed said if they had a nighttime routine, though you were sure that it wasn’t that they forgot to mention it. No, from what you knew, the pair of them didn’t care so long as the twins didn’t disturb them and stayed in their room.

Wiping your hand one last time, you slowly make your way down the hall in search of the three individuals that consumed your every waking thought. You glance at the guest room and the perfectly made bed, knowing that the twins wouldn’t be sleeping in there tonight either. Only to venture future down the hall when you hear the near-silent humming coming from your bedroom. The dimming sun no longer lights your house and the warm glow coming from the lamp in your room just barely reaches your outline as you settle against the door frame.

Jake sits in the middle of the bed wearing a pair of sweats and tee-shirt that he had slipped on earlier when you sent him to take a shower while you did a couple pages of homework with the twins. He then had the duty of wrangling the two of them into the bath and making sure that they didn’t flood the bathroom floor like they had on you last night. You had disappeared at their request for bubbles and when you came back, nearly half of the tub water was on the floor. You had tried so hard to appear cross with them, though, at the sight of the sheepish smiles they gave you, your heart had overflown with love. You weren’t going to stop the pair of them from doing something that wasn’t dangerous, because it made a small mess. You knew that the carefree spirit that encased them wasn’t something that they were normally allowed to do.

From the looks of it though, tonight had defiantly gone in Jake’s favor. Not only from his dry pajamas but the fact that both Madelaine and Grayson had both found their places in bed next to him without a second thought. That they both felt a sense of peace and protection from Jake’s presence.

The three of them were a sight that warmed your heart beyond compare and made you curse yourself for leaving your phone on the kitchen table, missing the picture-perfect moment. In the middle of Jake’s lap, Laine sits as he braids her hair into two little French braids that just reach her shoulders. While Gray lays behind them cuddling your pillow, eyes fluttering open and closed as he tries to stay awake.

“Your sisters would be happy to know you can still braid hair.” Your voice floats through the room; Gray just barely looks at you only to give you a tiny smile, as Laine twists the finished braid around her finger trying to hide the yawn that slips passed her lips.

“I would hope that ten years of braiding their hair for volleyball whenever mom was late for a game, would have stuck with me.” His laugh makes you smile as you watch the pair of them momentarily. Jake had fallen into the dad role easily, and while you both were so happy to have the twin, you worried about how they would handle having to go back to Janice and Ed’s house Monday.

Jake's eyes lift to you while his fingers work seamlessly back and forth, he could always tell when something was on your mind. The snap of the final tiny elastic getting wrapped around the end of the braid, has you looking back up at the flawless braid. Jake’s arms softly wrap around Laine to lay gently squeezes at her waist, as her small hands rub tiredly at her eyes. She leans back in his hold, snuggling up to him as her eyes start to droop like Gray’s.

“I think Roos and Nat tuckered them out with that last game of tag.” You laugh lightly thinking about the sight of Bradley holding each of the twins in an arm, and running away from Nat.

“I’m sure that they’re just as tired, Rooster probably fell asleep on his couch and didn’t even make it to his bed.” You laugh at Jake’s comment because you know for a fact that Bradley fell asleep on the couch from the picture Bob sent you an hour ago.

Jake glances down at the weight against his chest, Laine turns slightly as she sighs and fully relaxes to cuddle in closer. She holds onto Jake’s black tee shirt with one hand while to other grasps onto her ocean blanket, falling into sleep like it was a warm hug. Jake slowly lifts her, which causes both of her hands to wrap around his neck and his to rub at her back. He whispers soothing sounds as his hand glides up and down her back, helping her relax again. Jake is quick to move her before she can settle in too much though, not wanting to wake the munchkin up from setting her down. He easily turns around with her in his hold and lays her down against his pillow across from Gray.

Her small body lays encased by the surrounding blankets as she snuggles in closer and sighs as Jake tucks the duvet under her chin and kisses her forehead. Jake moves over to tuck in Gray as well as you gently brush the stray baby hairs from Laine’s face and gently kiss her head. Followed by you then tucking and kissing Gray as well, before you sneak into the bathroom to change into your PJs while Jake heads to the living room.

You find Jake laid out on the sofa, hands behind his head with two steaming cups of tea sitting on the coffee table. He gives you a dopy smile that makes your heart beat just a bit faster, before crawling into his open arms. Your legs rest around his waist and your head settles on his chest to listen to the steady rhythm of his heart.

Neither of you moves as you watch the sunset through the massive living room window that faces the Pacific. Jake’s hand slowly slips into your hair and runs his fingers through it gently without even realizing it. Though the small moan of relief causes him to chuckle in realization, before kissing the top of your head and resuming.

“We could do it you know.” His voice is tired and there’s a deep sound of longing intertwined with the words. You hum in question, happy to listen, but far too comfortable to lift your head from his chest and have a conversation.

“The twins; we could apply for adoption.”

His words hang in the air, sure you both had thought and talked about it over and over. Though there was something in Jake’s tone that was different this time. This wasn’t your Jakey that you could tease and easily rial up. No, this was Jacob. The man that got in a fistfight with one of your mother’s ex-boyfriends after he made a backhanded comment about your lack of pregnancy. The man that would protect the people that he loved, even if it meant putting himself in danger. He was serious, so serious that you half wondered if he had already been looking into the adoption process that the state of California had in place.

“Baby –”

“I’m serious darlin’. They are in every single thought I have about our future; I can’t even fathom a life without them anymore.” Jake’s hand slips from your hair and now both of them wrap around you. He clings to you, and you slowly realize that his tense chest and tight hold on you are in fear of your reaction to him wanting to adopt the twins. Your heart aches, you knew how much both of them meant to you. But hearing Jake tell you out loud that he didn’t see a future that didn’t include the twins, officially confirms just how much you both want the twins.

Knowing that is conversation deserved more than just your muffled words against Jake’s chest you slowly sit up, still on Jake’s lap but now able to see each other’s faces. You both could read each other like an open book and though you were positive that Jake was being sincere, you had to see the look in his eyes. You had to be absolutely sure before you let the idea blossom into a reality.

“Adopting them isn’t going to be easy, Jake. Janice and Ed are going to throw a fit because they want to keep getting their monthly check.” Your voice is gentle but firm, “And I hate to even say it, but we have to think about the fact that there are two of them. We planned for one baby, Jake. Can we financially even take on them and give them the life that they deserve?”

Jake's hand moves from your waist to brush against your cheek and causes you to lean farther into him. He knows that your reluctance is only because you’re afraid that you aren’t good enough to be their mom, a mom in general. You didn’t have the breakdowns a lot, but when you did, they were bad. And no matter how much he assured you, you were terrified that the universe wasn’t giving you a child because you weren’t worthy.

Jake’s other hand finds your cheek as well to tilt your head back up. Your chin and eyes had fallen, but Jake needed you to realize that you deserved a child more than anyone.

“Darlin’ we are more than financially stable to take them on. I’m teaching now and missions are rare. I want them to be ours.” Your head nods in his hold but he can feel the cogs in your head turning.

“Honey, look at me.” Your eyes lift and Jake’s heart cracks to see your waterline filled with tears. “You deserve to be a momma more than anyone I know. Maybe things worked out the way they did because some higher power knew that there would be two twin terrors that would need us just as much as we need them.”

A tear falls from your eyes and Jake is quick to brush it away. “You think?” Your voice is small and broken, though you trust Jake more than anyone else and if he said this was the family that both of you deserved and needed, you would believe him.

“I know, darlin’.”

Your face tucks into Jake’s neck and the tiny laugh of joy you give him, makes his arms tighten around as a smile forms on his lips. Your voice is muffled, but Jake hears you perfectly. “We’re gonna make them ours.”

“They’re already ours, darlin’. We’re just gonna make it official now.”

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odetodilfs · 2 years ago

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Ride me, cowboy

Just some sub bottom whisky cause dominating dominant men is hot.

Pairing: top m!reader x bottom Agent whisky Content: Pet names, teasing, slight role-play and breeding Also people wanted to be tagged: @sangyeonara @littlelizardbish

Just another afternoon with your boyfriend Jack, when he wasn’t busy he would always be at home, normally bring you a little gift every time he came back, this time he brought you cookies, the ones he knew you loved, and now here he was, in your arms, as you played with his hair and kissed him, “Mmm- right there-” he said, as you stroked a spot he liked on his head, but when he said that, your mind thought about something else…

Jack had a lot of ass, and ever since the start of your relationship he was always the one on top in the bedroom, but lately you got these thoughts about fucking him, having him be the one screaming in pleasure or to go harder. You tried to distract yourself from these thoughts by looking at Jack’s face, with his mustache and how happy he looked, eyes closed, wide smile across his face as he laid his head on your hand as you caressed his hair, basking in the feeling like a dog.

“You know you can stroke something else right?” he winked as he said that, “Oh- Jack- if you want to?” you almost let it out…

“Hmm, you want something else don’t you?” he said, with that smirk that managed to get anything out of you, “Yes…” you said, your cheeks growing red as you admitted, “What is it, sugar?” he said,

“I… I wanna fuck you, like fuck your ass” you said, amazed at the words coming out of your mouth, he laid there, still in your arms, smirking but thoughtful,

“I don’t see why I couldn’t..” he said “Really?” you interrupted him, you were so excited, “Yeah,” he laughed at your inability to contain your excitement, “I mean, I ride horses normally, but I’d love it if it was your cock too” he said, a horny grin appearing across his face, as his position went to between your legs, taking off your pants and admiring your cock as it stood, “Fuck, sugar, you’re so hard for me…” he said, he knew how much you loved it when he called you “sugar”.

“Suck it,” you said, you didn’t know why, but the way he was with your cock close to his mouth, in such a submissive position, and the fact that he had such high ego, that “everyone is in love with me” attitude and being so dominant that dominating and being superior to the man made you feel so turned on. He finally put his lips to your dick and holy fuck did it feel good… he was an absolute expert at sucking, his tongue swirling expertly on your tip, then taking you down his throat, his throat and mouth were so warm and on top of that, he kept jerking your cock.

After 5 minutes of him slobbering all over your cock, with a stream of a mix of your precum and his spit down his chin, it was clear you both wanted to get onto the actual action, but Jack was dead set on pleasing you, so he wouldn’t stop unless you told him to, “J-Jack- I wanna- fuck you now-” you managed to moan as his tongue once again made you shiver as he licked your tip and slid his mouth off of your cock, “You want to baby?” he asked, checking to make sure, “yeah” you smiled, he reached for the lube and the nightstand and smeared it on your cock, standing proudly, ready to be inside him, “Wait” you held him as he was about to get on your cock, “wear your hat, how are you gonna be a cowboy and not wear your hat?” you teased, grabbing his hat and handing it to him, he put it on, “Like this?” he asked, “Hell yeah” you smirked.

“It’s the first time I’ve bottomed in my life” he confessed, eyes darting away from you to save the embarrassment, “hey, it’s okay, I’ll be gentle” you reassured him, “Can I ride you?” he asked, “Yeah, get on here, cowboy” both of you laughing as you said this, he started putting your cock inside him, you could tell it was his first time bottoming because goddamn was he tight, his walls coated your cock, fitting you like a glove, “Oh fuck- oh fuck-” he whimpered as he slid your dick deeper inside him

“Shhh- shh baby, you’re taking me so well, so well” you praised him, until finally, your whole cock was inside him, “Ride it cowboy” you ordered him, as you watched him jump up and down on your cock, the confident, dominant man you knew had disappeared, he had turned into a moaning, sweaty mess barely able to mutter a coherent sentence, “baby- please- please” he begged without knowing what he wanted. As he rode you and chased his orgasm his hat slowly started slipping off, as he kept trying to tell you to put it back on but the pleasure he felt was so intense he couldn’t even speak.

“How are you, baby? Like riding that dick?” you asked teasingly,

“Y-yes I- am!! “ he moaned loudly as your cock hit his prostate over and over again, you lifted your back from the bed and wrapped your arms around him as he rode you, you licked at his chest, tasting the salty sweat that was due to your cock in his ass, he kept riding you, he couldn’t get enough and the way he was furiously humping your cock chasing his orgasm just looked so hot, by now, his hat was on the floor, “Oh fuck- it feels so good-” he whimpered, goddamn this man was gonna make you cum hard, you wanted to claim him, make him yours, and yours only.

“Fuck, keep riding that dick baby, be a good little whore for me and ride that dick” you whispered seductively in his ear, that was enough for him, and he whimpered as he came between your bodies, his walls fluterring around your dick and tightening more than ever as his dick squirted cum like no tomorrow, the pleasure so intense tears were rolling down his face, this sight pushed you off the edge, followed by a loud moan from you as you unleashed your load inside Jack, coating his walls in you, making him belong to you. You could see your cum leaking from his ass and the way his asshole gaped trying to close from the assault you had just given to it.

“Fuck… that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had” he said, panting and still recovering from the intensity, “Was it good baby” you asked, obviously knowing it was, “It wasn’t” he said, you looked at him puzzled, “It was amazing,sugar” he said as he kissed you and brought you into his arms, “No- darling I wanna hold you” you whined, “Sure, hold me then” he said as he positioned himself in your arms, starting to doze off, “You wrecked my hole by the way” he said, chuckling,

“Yeah, I saw, we’ll take care of that tomorrow, okay?” you looked down at him, “Whatever you wish, sugar” he said as you both dozed off, absolutely spent.

#agent whiskey #jack whiskey daniels #agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey x male reader #x male reader #jack whiskey x male reader #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x male reader #sub agent whisky #cause dominating men with high ego is hot

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lipstickitty · 7 months ago

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I Wanna Be Yours

Chapter Eight

1.2k+ words

Warnings: demon!reader, language, pet names, fluff, innuendo

One Tuesday night after your bookstore shift found you and Jake seated on a couch in the cat cafe sipping on your coffee. You could sense a sort of sadness in the air leading you to ask what was wrong when you went up for a refill on your drink. “Oh it’s nothing, we just had an adoption event in here today. Which is great, several cats got their forever homes today, but no one showed any interest in Cookies and this was his third event. I just want him to go somewhere he’ll be loved.” Lydia, one of the baristas on shift, answered.

You felt a twinge of sadness in your chest for the cat, he really was so sweet, he just took a while to warm up to new people and was picky about those he “chose”, so to speak, so he’d gotten a bad reputation. You looked over at Jake, seeing Cookies curled up in his lap with his eyes closed, purring happily.

You hadn’t planned on this at all, truly. But hearing that no one had shown any interest in the cat and seeing how content he was with Jake, all the times the baristas had told you that you were the only one he liked kept replaying in your head and you decided on a whim. “Lydia, could I fill out an adoption application for Cookies?” She looked like she was about to cry as she nodded at you, retrieving the application for you.

You brought the application and a pen back over to sit next to Jake after getting your coffee. You figured you should at least let him know what you’d decided, seeing as he was at your apartment quite a bit these days. “Whatcha got, angel?” Jake asked, scratching the cat under his chin.

“An adoption application for our friend!” You cooed, scratching his ears.

“We’re adopting him?! Holy shit buddy, we’re adopting you!!” Your heart flutters at his use of ‘we’. You quickly finish filling out the application and take it back up to Lydia. She’s known you forever so she approves it immediately. You and Jake decide to leave Cookies there long enough to run to a pet store and get everything he needs and then take him home, not wanting to stress him out further by making him go into the pet store or wait in the car.

Jake goes above and beyond your expectations, helping you pick out every single necessity and even insisting on some additional things like fancy treats, toys, a brush for grooming, and a super expensive plush cat bed that you thought looked softer than your own bed. “What color collar should we put on him?” You ask, fingers laced with Jake’s.

He thinks for a moment before answering,“Red. Like my guitar. We can match.” He grins, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before reaching for the one he wanted. He also insists on paying for all of it, claiming that “it’s the least he can do since you paid the adoption fee”.

“Jacob, this is too much!” You plead with him to at least let you split the cost. He just shakes his head.

“Is not. It’s everything he needs. If you really want to… ‘make it up to me’, lover, I’m sure we can come up with something.�� He whispers the last part in your ear, bringing goosebumps to your skin.

“You’re an idiot. Let’s go get this cat before he tries to hitchhike out of there.”

After making your way through the checkout line and loading everything in the car, you and Jake are heading back to the cafe to pick Cookies up. The baristas closing up shop all told him a teary-eyed goodbye, making you promise you’d bring him in to visit from time to time.

As soon as you let the tuxedo cat out of the carrier he darted off towards your bedroom and disappeared, presumably under the bed. “Let’s get everything set up for the tiny freeloader, then.” Jake says with a big grin.

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You thought you couldn’t possibly love Jake any more than you already did, but watching Cookies come up to Jake chirping for attention the first time he’d come back over after Cookies came home, you felt it grow that much stronger. “There he is, my tiny freeloader! What did you do today?” He cooed at the cat, waiting for him to meow in response. “You watched birds through the window? Did your mother help you look at job listings?” You laugh seeing Jake talk both to and for the cat.

“She didn’t?” He fakes a dramatic gasp. “Well I’ll have to talk to her about that.”

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The closer it got to time for Jake and his brothers to depart for their upcoming leg of tour, the more anxious you could feel him get. You had been trying everything you could possibly think of to reassure him, and you were confident that he knew you loved him and didn’t want anyone else, but he was anxious and upset about having to spend so much time away from you and Cookies. He’d actually begged you both to come on the road with him so you didn’t have to be apart.

“Baby, I love you so much, and Cookies does too! We’re gonna miss you too, more than I can even explain, but you’ll be back home with us before you know it.” You noticed just after Jake did that you’d referred to your home as Jake’s home.

“Home? When I’m with you I am home. Please come with me, angel. I need you there.” He begs, big brown eyes pleading with your own.

“Jake, I still have to do my job, ya know? What would your brothers say if they saw me leaving the bar with the creepiest looking guy in there?”

He thinks for a moment. “We could tell them. What you are. I know it sounds crazy, but they already love you. They’d be shocked at first but I know they could handle it.”

“I don’t know, Jake, you’re the only person I’ve ever told this to. You want all your brothers to know, and you want to bring a demon and a cat on tour with you? I also have an actual job at the bookstore.” You’re torn. Of course you’d love to pack up and explore the world with Jake, but there were things that came along with that, that you weren’t sure he’d thought of.

“Your boss at the bookstore is in love with you, he’d pay you to sit on your ass here all day if you asked. The guys will love having you around. And Cookies wants to go, look at him!! He’s been cooped up at the cafe for so long, he deserves to see the world with us. Please, y/n?” As if you could deny him anything when he begged like that.

“For the record, I think this is a terrible idea. But I trust you and I’d go anywhere with you, Jake.” You give in, like you’d both probably known you would all along. Looking into his big brown eyes you knew you’d give him anything.

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 2 years ago

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Sopapillas

Winter Prompts Masterlist | Winter Prompts List

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Reader

Prompts: Crunchy/ Honey/ Bake Sale

Warnings: Cursing

Notes: Sopapillas are a deep fried dessert! More info here if you're interested.

“What the hell is happening in here?”

You hardly look away at the sound of Angel’s question, though your eyes do dart up from the mixing bowl for just a moment.

“I promised Izzy I’d help with the bake sale,” You answer, scraping the wooden spoon around the edge of the bowl.

“So you turned my kitchen into a bakery?”

“Did you expect me to find a clean rock to bake the cookies on outside?”

“Why didn’t you go to your place?”

“My oven is broken.”

“What? Since when?”

“Since, like—I don’t know, it’s been a long time. And my little countertop one is too small for how much I need to make.”

“So what the hell is your oven doing now?”

“I use it to store some of my shoes.”

“You what—”

“Oh calm down, they’re in, like, storage bags. They’re not just out in the open on the racks—Can you grab me the honey?”

“What makes you think I have any?”

“Remember when I got groceries for here?”

“Uh-huh.” “I bought honey. It’s up there,” You wave back toward a cabinet, “But I can’t reach it, and you don’t have a step-stool because you’re freakishly tall.”

“Why didn’t you just climb on the counter like you usually do?”

“I had bowls and stuff out, it would’ve been a mess.”

“More of a mess,” Angel mutters.

“You got reaaaal high standards for someone who sleeps in his jeans—Oh!” You gasp when Angel lands a slap on your ass as he sets the honey down on the counter. You reach back, swatting at his side.

“Thank you,” You mutter.

“So what are you making?”

“Mm…Chocolate chip cookies are in the oven…I’m working on the batter for mini pasteles tres leches—Stop that,” You mutter, slapping at his hand as he dips his finger into your bowl. “I know your father raised you better than that. Never stick a finger into a woman’s batter uninvited.”

“What’s the honey for?”

“To drizzle on the sopapillas.”

“Ooo, goin’ all out?”

“Apparently Padrino requested them.” “Really?”

“Mhm.”

“They’re a favorite of his.”

“Like, in general?” “No. He likes mine.”

“When the hell has he had your sopapillas?”

“From my oven’s previous life, when it was working—before it was a shoe rack.”

“So why have I never had your sopapillas?”

“I refer you to my previous comment about my oven.”

Angel grunts, brow furrowing a touch as he watches you.

“...So am I getting cut in on any’a this," He waves his fingers over the bowls and baking trays, "Or is it all for the bake sale?”

You smile. “Well I need a taste-tester, don’t I?”

“Holy fuck,” Angel mumbles around his mouthful. You grin, glancing back at him as you tuck the last of the freshly washed dishes into the drying rack.

“Holy fuck good, or like holy fuck you can’t serve these?”

“You can’t serve these.”

“What?” You frown, turning to face Angel.

“You can’t serve these,” He insists, taking up a chocolate chip cookie. “I’m eating all of ‘em—Hey, we got any milk?”

Your concern melts to amusement, and you roll your eyes, reaching out and opening the fridge. You pour some into a mug before you walk over to where Angel is chowing down at the little table. You set it down, and before you can get far, he hooks his arm around your middle, drawing you down into his lap.

“Take a load off,” He soothes, “You been busy cookin’ all day.”

“I just wanna finish cleaning up. I’m all sweaty and I wanna put my apron in the laundry."

Angel grunts, dipping the corner of the cookie into the mug of milk and holding it up for you. You chuckle, ducking your head in and hurriedly taking a bite before it can drip or crumble. You sigh as you savor the flavor, settling back against Angel’s chest.

“Mm, you’re right,” You mumble. “I’m good.”

Angel chuckles, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“So…Maybe we just keep the cookies?”

“Nu-uh. This is your personal batch,” You wave to the plate with a few morsels on it. “Everything else is for the sale.” Angel grumbles, and you roll your eyes. “I’ll make you more later, alright? We need to restock the kitchen before I can.”

“...And you’ll make more sopasillas?”

You snort, nodding at Angel’s nervously hedged question.

“Yes, baby.”

"As many as I want?"

"Okay, let's not get carried away."

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#Angel Reyes x Reader #Angel Reyes x You #Angel Reyes/Reader #Angel Reyes/You #Angel Reyes fic #Angel Reyes imagine #winter writing prompts

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atonalginger · 1 year ago

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Unexpected Guest

word count: 1859 words TW explicit language pepper in there. Alcohol reference. Kidnapping mention (happened in the past "off screen") Overall its pretty mild.

Sam had a ball game on the big monitor and was relaxed on the couch with Jay’s brother, Fox. Fox’s husband was in one of the reading chairs nearby with Cora quietly talking about her latest find. Bella leaned on the kitchen counter with Sophie across from her picking at her food.

“Come on, baby, it’s your favorite.” Bella begged.

Sophie scrunched her nose and pushed the cheesy noodles around on the plate.

“Maybe we should just give her a cookie or something,” Jay whispered, “Cora and I made chocolate chip cookies last night.”

“You can try,” Bella laid her head on her folded arms, “I don’t know anymore.”

Ever since they’d left Kryx, Sophie had been withdrawn. She barely spoke, only ate a few bites at mealtimes, and generally hid from everyone. Some of it was the loss of Mister Azure, some of it the trauma of the break-in, and some of it, Bella suspected, was the absence of Delgado. She’d felt similar the first few times she left the Key after they first hooked up. She still didn’t know what it was about that smug bastard that hooked her so but she’d never had great taste in men so it wasn’t exactly surprising. She didn’t know how to feel about her little girl getting attached though; Del had many enemies and she did not need Sophie being a target.

“Not even one bite?” Jay asked sweetly, “Cora poured a lot of love into these.”

The cookies were a ‘welcome home’ treat for Bella and Sophie’s arrival. They used to live in the Core Manor with Jay when Sophie was a baby. It was a packed house now, with Sam and Cora living there. Cora was happy to set up the small living room for a long term sleepover with Sophie while Bella took her bed for a few nights. Just until Jay and her clan loaded back on her ship and flew off for another adventure. Then it would be just Bella and Sophie for a while.

It was Del’s idea for them to shelter in Akila City. Someplace where the sharks and Naeva wouldn’t dare try anything. He was right about Sysdef, they’d be fools to attempt black bagging her in the middle of Akila City. That would be a diplomatic incident. She was Akila born, Freestar raised after all. But Naeva? Naeva wouldn’t give a shit.

“What’s shakin’ sugar plum?” Sam gently nudged Sophie’s arm with his elbow, “you want a chocobite?”

“No,” Sophie said in a small voice.

“How about a cheesecake chunk? We’ve got plain and raspberry.” Sophie shook her head.

There was a knock at the door. Cora hopped up and hurried to the door with a skip in her step, “That should be grandpa, I asked him to bring some special things over.”

“What you plotting, gumdrop?” Sam asked from the fridge. He had three long-neck bottles in his fist.

“It’s a surprise for Sophie, Da-ad,” Cora made a face and darted her eyes at the little blonde at the counter.

Cora unlocked the door and swung it open to reveal Delgado standing confidently on the front patio space, a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a small bag under his arm. He bowed with a flourish and a sly smile.

Fox’s husband muttered under his breath, “Holy shit.”

Everyone in the house was staring at the uninvited guest as he passed through the threshold and closed the door behind himself. Sophie looked at the adults in front of her and then turned her body, her little hand gripping the back of the stool, to see for herself. When she saw him she gasped and squealed, “PAPA!” She hopped down with energy and knocked the stool over as she barreled over to him, her arms held wide.

“Mi Conejita!” Delgado knelt down and let the little girl slam into him, knocking him off balance on impact. He laughed and hugged her tight.

“I’m seeing things, right?” Sam was leaned in between Jay and Bella,

“The King of pirates isn’t in our living room right now?”

“Papa?” Jay was staring at Bella.

Bella hadn’t hold them about what happened on the key last week. She had finally told Jay and Fox about the kidnapping in the spaceport months ago and the undercover work but she left out the last week. She figured she’d get to it eventually. Because why would she ever think he would be in Akila City. He’d been exiled for over twenty years. And the whole ‘Papa’ thing was news to her as well. That was the first time she’d heard Sophie call him that.

“Those are pretty,” Sophie said about the bouquet. Bella looked down and saw they were all flowers from southern Akila. From the region she, Jay, and Fox were born. Faded blue and yellow flowers and white budding clusters tied with a scarlet bow.

“Those are for Mama,” Delgado brushed a piece of hair from Sophie’s face, “I brought you something too.”

He pulled the small bag from under his arm and held it out to her. Sophie grabbed it excited and reached in. Her jaw dropped open and pulled a bright blue trilobite with many visible stitches and patches. There was a red silk scarf wrapped around about where one would assume a trilobite’s neck would be. Sophie squealed, “ZUR!”

“I said I’d make sure he got better,” Delgado pulled her in for another hug, “Samina helped too. It took a special surgery to get Zur’s back legs better and unfortunately she had to amputate a few. But Doc said he’s got a full bill of health now.”

Bella had rounded the counter and was standing at his side, “you had Samina stitch him back together? Del, she has human patients.”

“I stitched him back together,” he stood up and held out the bouquet to Bella, “but I needed her for a few legs. And she was happy to help if it meant the little one smiled.”

“You?” Bella blinked and looked down to her bouquet. She took it while fighting back tears; no one had ever given her flowers. Even Sophie sperm donor, back when he still played like he loved her, never did something so thoughtful. She looked back up, “What the hell are you doing here? How?”

“I go where I please,” he said with a smug grin.

“Sure but how did you not get arrested?” Jay said from the counter, “I’m pretty sure there’s a half million credit price on your head in the FC alone.”

“Higher,” Fox said from the couch, “not to mention the exile. Never seen someone waltz through that.”

“I have my ways Ranger. Vanguard? Ranger Vanguard?” Delgado looked amused, “What do they call you anyway?”

“The last one,” Fox said with a shrug, “they all think it’s hilarious.”

“It is,” Delgado agreed. He looked down as Sophie grabbed his leg in another hug. He knelt down and picked her up, “everything okay mi conejita?”

His little bunny. Bella hated how much she loved that he called Sophie that. And her little girl took to it immediately. Sophie hugged his neck, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” He looked to Bella, “and you, Mama.”

“Shush, you,” she narrowed her eyes and fought back a grin.

“Hey Sophie?” Sam had set down the bottles and was now carrying a cookie, “you maybe hungry now?”

Delgado raised an eyebrow at the the approaching cowboy.

Bella said low, “Sophie’s been refusing to eat today. Bad enough everyone’s been trying to bribe her with sweets.”

“Conejita, you aren’t eating?” Delgado looked sad, “why?”

The little girl hugged him again. Bella sighed, this was bad. He couldn’t stay and no way in hell was Bella taking Sophie back to the Key.

Delgado seemed to noticed the small plate of mac and cheese and started walking them toward the fallen stool. He used his foot to kick the stool up and steadied it with his free hand, “Why don’t you sit down and eat your lunch and then we can hang out.”

Bella, and everyone else, braced for the protest. Sophie was shrill when denied what she wanted. But to everyone’s surprise, except Delgado’s, Sophie dug into her cold mac and cheese. Sam walked over and and placed the cookie next to her plate on a napkin before grabbing the bottles and turning to return to the couch.

He paused and held one out to Delgado, “Want one?”

“Not this time,” Delgado said.

This time.

“You never answered my question,” Bella came up beside him at the counter, “What are you doing here?”

“Mister Azure missed his Sophie.” Delgado smiled at Bella and touched her cheek with the back of his index finger, “and I missed you. Key’s not the same without you around.”

“Isn’t it dangerous leaving the Key with Naeva’s recent…actions?” Bella asked.

“About that,” Delgado flashed a smile, “she ran off. No one has seen her or her closest crew in a few days. Jazz said all her shit is gone. We’ve got eyes watching for her but for now the Key is secured.”

“And the sharks?” Bella looked away.

“Jazz is working on that,” Delgado glanced at Fox, “and from the sound of it a couple of C1 chumps dunked Ikande and Toft in a stew pot.”

“No one kidnaps my niece,” Fox lifted his fresh long neck bottle and tipped an invisible hat, “especially no United Colonies bootlicker.”

“Bold words for a Vanguard Captain,” Fox’s husband teased.

“I did that to help you and Jay, thank you very much,” Fox momentarily glared back at his husband.

“All done!” Sophie dropped her fork on her plate dramatically and turned to Delgado, “Can we go for a walk?”

Bella sucked in air and said quickly, “Honey, I don’t think we can—“

“Of course we can,” Delgado picked her back up and turned for the door, “Come on, Mama, let’s go for a walk.”

Bella’s eyes went wide. He wanted to just walk around Akila City. The most wanted criminal in the whole Settle Systems. Just walking around Akila City with Sophie on his arm. She didn’t even notice Jay take her bouquet and place it in a tall glass of water.

“Come on,” Delgado called from the door, “the view from that wall is beautiful this time of day.”

“You think we’ll see an ashta?” Sophie asked excited.

“Maybe,” Delgado opened the door, “my Papa used to tell me stories about the giant blue ashta that roamed the plains. Big as a barn and wicked fast…”

Bella hurried to catch up with them once she got her feet unglued from the floor. Outside the guards who patrolled the paths ignored them. Some of locals pointed and whispered but no one dared anything more. She was still puzzled as they walked the wall, stopping from time to time for Bella to point something out. How did he do it? How was he just wandering?

Part of her wondered if it mattered. He was here now, Sophie was happy, and Bella couldn’t deny she was happy too. Might as well enjoy it while it lasted.

#starfield fanfiction #starfield Delgado #delgado x oc #familyman!Delgado #I've had this idea for months since I wrote the other bella x Del fic #and I'm sorry for the amount of what feels like insider knowledge on display/information missing #Jay is my main SF and Fox is her twin brother #Jay is also a placeholder name because I changed my mind on her name and need to rename her #Jay and Sam have their own whole thing going on that I started and abandoned but I'm already at three WIP so....patience #anyway enjoy smug whole Delgado

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helix-enterprises117 · 8 months ago

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Halo Reloaded: The Cookie

Based on a request from @jellotherelol.

...A rather silly scene unfolded. One that could easily be mistaken for a snapshot of everyday childhood—if not for the fact that these were no ordinary children. Linda and Kelly, both eight years old and already packing more discipline and determination than a platoon of adult marines, found themselves embroiled in a conflict of epic proportions. The bone of contention? A solitary, rather unremarkable cookie, sitting innocently enough on a steel tray, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing around it.

"Oi, that's mine!" Kelly barked, her eyes narrowing into slits as she lunged forward. Her voice, already capable of slicing through the clamor of the mess hall, carried the unmistakable authority of someone used to being listened to—future commander vibes in full display.

Linda, undeterred and ever the strategist, countered with a cool, calculated move. Blocking Kelly with a deft side-step, she retorted, "In your dreams. I had my eye on it since breakfast." Her smirk was as sharp as a knife, a clear signal she wasn't about to back down.

The cookie, caught in the middle of this standoff, might as well have been a high-value target in enemy territory, given the intensity of their gazes. Around them, the cacophony of the mess hall faded into a background hum, the other Spartans too engrossed in their own business to notice the drama over a piece of baked dough.

Enter Sam, the wildcard. With a grin that could light up the gloomiest corners of Reach, he swooped in with the grace of a prowling panther. "Looks like you two forgot the golden rule: Finders keepers, losers weepers!" With a flick of his wrist, the cookie was his, and he was off, darting away from the grasp of his flabbergasted friends.

"Sam! You absolute jerk!" The outrage from Linda and Kelly was palpable, their earlier rivalry instantly forgotten in the wake of this new treachery. They launched after him, a blur of elbows and knees, their shouts echoing off the walls, transforming the mess hall into a makeshift obstacle course.

Sam, cookie aloft like a trophy, was in his element, zigzagging between tables with the agility of someone who clearly enjoyed being chased. "Come on, faster! I thought you wanted this cookie!" he taunted, laughter bubbling in his voice, the very picture of mischief in motion.

The chase might have spiraled into the stuff of legends, a tale told and retold among the ranks of Spartans for generations, had it not been for the timely intervention of Chief Petty Officer Mendez. Like a shadow, he materialized among them, his presence enough to halt their pursuit as if they'd hit an invisible wall.

"What in the name of all that's holy is going on here?" Mendez's voice, a blend of bemusement and authority, cut through the chaos. He surveyed the scene: three of his finest trainees, momentarily reduced to squabbling kids over a baked confection.

Kelly, never one to shy away from speaking her mind, piped up first. "Sir, that cookie was rightfully mine. I had dibs!"Linda, not to be outdone, jumped in. "Dibs? You've got to be kidding. It was practically winking at me, sir."

Sam, still clutching the disputed cookie, offered a sheepish grin. "Honestly, sir, I was just trying to save it from their bickering. No cookie deserves that fate."

Mendez raised an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth twitching in a fight against the smile threatening to break through. He sighs, unable to believe that he's gonna give an aesop about a cookie. "You three..." he started, his tone turning lecture-like yet somehow still infused with warmth, "...seem to have forgotten the first rule of being Spartans: teamwork trumps individual glory. This cookie," he gestured to the now slightly crumbled pastry in Sam's hand, "isn't just a cookie. It's a test. A test of your ability to work together, to share, and to support each other."

The trio exchanged sheepish glances, the silliness of their skirmish settling in. Without a word, Sam broke the cookie into three pieces, each fragment a symbol of their shared journey, their unity in the face of all challenges—cookie-related or otherwise.As they munched on their respective pieces, the lesson was clear: sometimes, the smallest things can teach the most significant lessons.

Mendez watched them, a proud, if tired, smirk finally winning the battle against his stoic facade. "Remember this moment," he advised, a glint of something like pride in his eyes. "In the field, it's not just about who gets the glory. It's about watching each other's backs. Now, clean this mess up and get ready for your next training session."

The three goobers conceded and spoke in unison. "Yes sir..."

#halo #halo fanfic #halo fanfiction #halo reloaded

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cuppajj · 3 months ago

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Any tidbits about Holy Dart Cookie you'd be willing to share?

Holy Dart Cookie, otherwise known as Penance’s Arrow, is the lambs’ best marksman and surveillance operator. Once a sister of the Pastry Order, she found a new name and purpose under Cream Wafer, and serves him in the name of Saint Vanilla. Because the Beast frowns on the notion of killing, the darts she uses to snipe from the shadows merely tranquilize; it’s the only thing keeping her from being regarded as one of the most dangerous assassins to wield the bow. Her knowledge of the world around her makes her formidable; since she wears her honorary bandages, her senses are incredibly keen, and she can tell where her target is from the slightest noise or change in the air. Victims of her darts are taken back to the lambs themselves, for whatever purpose the bishop has sought for them.

Outside missions, she’s kept to herself and in her head much of the time, but she’s shown to be very loyal. Make no mistake, she’s as unnerving as the rest of the lambs, and thoroughly believes in Saint’s mission. If all things go her way, an eerie smile will stretch across her face.

#beast ancients au #beast ancients au ask #holy dart cookie #crk au #crk oc #cookie run oc #cjj arts

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shares-a-vest · 2 years ago

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Fruity Four Advent Calendar, Day 12: Special Theme - Holiday Songs

Prompt List

In today's ficlet: It's 1994 and Steve is OBSESSED with 'All I Want for Christmas is You' by Mariah Carey. Someone should probably go save Eddie from this festive hellscape and stop Steve from putting his health in jeopardy to get all his Christmas baking done.

'All Steve Wants for Christmas is Eddie'

Eddie finds himself in some kind of never-ending, pop music-induced nightmare hellscape amidst the holidays of 1994. It started innocently enough, he had just picked Steve up from work at Sunnydale preschool and they were on their way home to the crappy little apartment that they were renting.

After years of bickering, they were finally settled when it came to musical tastes. They each had their own, admittedly polar opposite preferences, but found some rare common ground in Queen, Meatloaf and the newer grunge music (much to Eddie's surprise Steve had taken a liking to Nirvana). Day to day it was car radio music if they were carpooling and road trips to visit the kids, newly dispersed at college, required a little negotiating and compromising.

It was just before Thanksgiving, and Steve was already pretty excited that everyone was coming back to town for the weekend, especially Robin and Nancy who had promised him that they would ditch their respective families asap so he could finally get his Betty Crocker on and host a dinner party. Eddie was rounding the corner to their street when Steve gasped, lunging for the volume dial as some lady wobbly talk-sang, "I don't want a lot for Christmas, there is just one thing I need..."

"This is the song!" Steve exclaimed, flailing a hand in the general direction of the car radio.

"What song?" Eddie asked, eyes darting between Steve and the road.

And that's when it started.

Eddie opened the apartment door to let in Nancy and Robin for their little dinner party and of course, Rob made a beeline for her best friend, holding out something in her hand that Eddie couldn't see, too distracted about where to hang Robin's coat she'd launched at him. Nancy took the coat apologetically as Steve gasped, holding up a cassette tape like it was the Holy Grail.

Nancy shook her head, glancing at Eddie with her regular wordless look of, I'm so sorry they are like this.

"Mariah! Mariah!" Robin chanted, gesturing to the heavens, aka, the cracked paint on their kitchen ceiling.

Oh no.

And so Eddie finds himself arriving home from work, his last shift at the mechanic before Christmas to the sound of 'All I Want For Christmas is You' positively blasting its jingling chimes and Mariah Carey's vocal theatrics through their apartment. Thank god they were renting above an abandoned store and didn't have neighbours is all he could say about it.

Eddie reluctantly walks to the kitchen, grimacing. Yes, he hates this song. But it really was far too loud. All because Steve was doing his whole stubborn, stoic hero schtick and still refused to get his hearing checked. But when he finds Steve bopping away, singing with his tone-deaf Bee Gees falsetto, he knows Steve would probably be listening at this volume anyway, impaired hearing or not.

Eddie glares at the little boombox atop the refrigerator, cursing its existence to hell. Steve didn't like wearing headphones, he said they gave him migraines and Eddie knows there's a little Vecna-induced PTSD hidden in there too that he refuses to acknowledge. Steve's cooking up a storm, now onto his god knows what number batch of Christmas cookies. He'd practically turned their kitchen into a goddamn bakery since Sunnydale went on Christmas break, ignoring Eddie's attempts to get him to slow down and relax while he has some time off.

Eddie glances at Steve’s bedazzled Christmas schedule on the refrigerator door. According to his colour-coded system, these should be for Wayne and his work buddies.

Steve looks up, wide-eyed and with flour in his hair. Even though he considers himself a homemaker extraordinaire, he really is quite messy. He puffs out a breath in an attempt to flick back his floppy hair and blushes before moving to the boombox (littered with flour fingerprints), to turn the volume down.

"Sorry," he says quietly, returning immediately to his mixing bowl. "How was your last day?"

"Happy that I get to spend two whole weeks with you, sugarplum," Eddie replies, giving Steve a quick kiss before sliding onto a barstool at the kitchen island. "Although I think I might find myself returning to work in a delicate emotional space after all this."

He gestures vaguely at the source of the sounds assaulting his eardrums.

Steve nods along, waving the wooden spoon around as he circles back to the fridge... At least that's what Eddie thought he was doing.

He presses a button on the boombox and whips around with a mischievous grin, holding the spoon as a microphone.

"I don't want a lot for Christmas," he starts, eyebrows wiggling dramatically. "There is just one thing I need..."

He extends his free hand to point squarely at Eddie as he creeps towards him.

"Nope," Eddie insists, folding his arms with a huff as Steve theatrically launches himself at the counter, resting his head on its surface forlornly.

"... I just want you for my own..."

He points at Eddie again and yeah, he knows. He knows why Steve loves this song. He knows why Steve always sings along to it. Why he fawned over Robin giving him the album. Why this is really the only Christmas song Eddie has seen Steve love rather than quietly hum along out of habit and familiarity.

"Fine," he relents, gesturing for him to continue. "You be a pop princess for the next however many minutes, Stevie."

Steve grins, missing a few lyrics as he is overcome with giddiness. He recovers and continues on with the theatrics for the first verse and chorus, readying himself for verse two. Eddie can't help but grin as Steve twirls on the spot at, "I won’t even ask for snow", pointing with the wooden spoon at the kitchen window to punctuate the line.

But his face drops when Steve stumbles out of another spin, grabbing the counter to steady himself and dropping the spoon on the floor.

"Whoa!" he says, shocked and wide-eyed as Eddie jumps off the stool and all but leaps over the island to help. He places one hand on Steve's shoulder and one on his hip, spotting him as he white-knuckles the counter and breathes heavily.

"M'fine," Steve insists, shaking his head before swaying at the action. Of course, he's trying to brush it off, like he always does.

"You've been in the kitchen since I left this morning, haven't you?" Eddie chides, trying not to sound too accusatory.

"... I had lunch," he mumbles, eyes unfocused, a telltale sign he is dizzy.

"Come on, sit," Eddie instructs, immediately steering him to the kitchen stool and bracing himself for Steve getting a migraine.

He hugs him from behind and kisses him on the top of the head.

"How about you stay here and I'll set you up so you can sit down for a while. Have a bit of a break first though, yeah?"

Steve looks down and places his sticky hands over Eddie's. "Thanks, Eds."

"Love you, Stevie," he replies, leaning forward to kiss him on the cheek.

#idk this got a bit emotional at the end whoopsie #StrangerThingsFestiveFun #steve harrington #steddie ficlet #eddie munson

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