#plz love my boy Whiskey

[thetriumphantpanda]

i've got my love to keep me warm | joel miller

Summary | Joel agrees to spend Christmas with your family, away from the warmth of Texas, and it takes him a little while to warm up to the idea.

Pairing | Joel Miller x F!reader

Word Count | 1.4K

Warnings | Grumpy x Sunshine vibes, some sweetness, some suggestive thoughts but nothing explicit, mentions of consuming food and alcohol.

Authors note | For @yeollie-plz- It's your @pedrostories secret santa!! I really hope you love this because it was good fun to put together! Happy Christmas to you!

“You know, you could at least pretend to be happy?” You tease, nudging your elbow into Joel’s side.

With the way he’s bundled up in his big coat, you’re not sure he actually feels you do it, but he grumbles all the same. Whatever he says in incoherent, but you can discern the meaning perfectly. What’s the point in being here as grown adults? What’s the point in wandering around, looking at lights and getting excited about Christmas, when, for the first time in years, there won’t be any children around?

“Come on,” You beam, taking his gloved hand in yours, “Maybe a drink with a little something in would make you happier?”

“What would make me happier would be sat indoors outta this snow.”

You roll your eyes, pulling on his hand to get him to follow you. He walks by your side, gloved hand sitting in yours as you weave through the crowds of people. Joel had wanted to stay in Texas for Christmas, something about the familiarity of it, not wanting to spend too much money on travelling at this time of year, but knowing it was his first Christmas without Sarah, now that she was all grown up with her own family, you knew that he’d be miserable, no matter that you’d be there with him, so you’d put your foot down, told him the two of you would spend Christmas with your parents up north, somewhere cooler, more festive.

He’d met them plenty of times before, they loved him, thought the sensible, stoic man was good for you. He had his head on his shoulders, a home of his own - settled, is what they’d called him. A far cry from the other boys you’d chosen in the past few years, and they were overjoyed to have a house full of people this year - your brother and his wife, you and Joel, a real family affair.

The centre of town always reminded you of being a child when you came back at this time of year. The streets filled with small stalls - some selling food, some filled with little trinkets from small businesses, all set around the main square, with its big tree, lit up and sparkling.

There’s one stall you zero in on, a small line that you stand in, still gripping at Joel’s hand as you step further towards the front each time someone walks away. You remember the first time you’d stood in this line - you were eight, and your dad had passed you a cup full of warm hot chocolate, a towering swirl of whipped cream on top. You’d sipped it so slowly, savouring the cream and the sweetness of the chocolate, and anytime you’re here, you have to get it, it’s just that these days, it’s always spiked with something.

Joel, of course, orders an Irish coffee - black, bitter coffee, split with cream and his favourite whiskey. You watch closely as he pulls one of his gloves off with his teeth, slipping it in his pocket so he can feel the warmth of it in his palm. He’s watching you just as closely as the lady hands you the cup of hot chocolate, mixed with Bailey’s, still with that tower of whipped cream too.

You both step away, standing off to the side as Joel takes the first sip of his drink. You can see the slight softening of his expression as he goes in for another sip, this one bigger than the first. He’s watching you as you dart your tongue out, taking some of the sweet cream into your mouth before you sip the drink, hissing when it burns your tongue a little.

“That’ll be hot, baby.” He teases, earning a little glare from you as he drinks his again, seemingly unaffected by the steam that rises from his own cup.

“It’s good,” You muse, holding it out to him, “Try it.”

“I don’t want none a’that,” He shakes his head, “Too sweet.”

“Joel Miller,” You chastise, pushing the cup closer to his face, “It’s Christmas, for the love of God, try the hot chocolate.”

He sighs, shakes his head in that way he always does when he knows he can’t win the battle. He hands you his drink, laughs a little when you wrinkle your nose at how strong it smells, takes yours from you and brings it to his mouth, taking a big sip, and when he pulls it away to hand back to you, you can’t stifle the giggle that falls from your mouth.

“What?” He asks, as your giggle falls into proper laughter, “What the hell’s the matter with you?” He snatches his own drink back sinking his neck down into his coat to keep the biting wind from his skin.

“Y-you’ve,” You choke out, pointing at your own nose, “You’ve g-got something here.”

You bring your hand up to his face, running the pad of your thumb over the tip of his nose, swiping the cream from his face. You go to pull it away, to wipe it away on the leg of your jeans, but Joel has other ideas, gripping your wrist to still you. He brings your hand to his mouth, enveloping your thumb into the heat of his mouth. You suck in a breath, feeling the tip of his tongue dart out against the skin, licking the cream off, before he drags your thumb from his mouth with a soft pop.

He drops your wrist from his hold, but you’re stuck, staring right at him, with the familiar throb of want settling across you.

“Thought it was too sweet for you?” You raise an eyebrow when you’ve composed yourself enough to speak.

He shrugs, takes hold of your hand and starts walking you back towards the tree, “If you’re gonna laugh at me, I ain’t gonna make it easy on you.” That familiar tone of grump is back, but you know he doesn’t mind really as he walks slowly, guiding you both to a bench that looks directly at the tree, dressed in red and gold, icy lights casting that familiar festive glow across everything.

He wipes the snow from the bench, makes sure it dry enough for you both to sit on, draping his arm across the back of it, encouraging you to curl into his side. The two of you sit for a while, watching the people come and go - young children excited to stand in line for the chance to meet Santa in his grotto, men on their own going from stall-to-stall, clearly shopping for last minute gifts, and couples, just like the two of you, wrapped up in nothing but each other as they hold hands, point things out to eat other.

“Thank you for coming,” You speak softly into his shoulder, looking up at him as he looks down at you, “I know it’s not really what you wanted, but I like that you’re here.”

“Of course it’s what I wanted,” He speaks just as softly, leaning down to press a featherlight kiss to the tip of your nose, “I only ever want to be where you are baby,” He motions his head to the scene in front of you, “Even if it is in the freezing cold, surrounded by too many people, wherever I’m with you, I’m happy, okay?”

You smile at him, tilt your head slightly, as his lips come down onto yours, cold and chapped from the winter air, but oh-so familiar as they slant across your own. You open your mouth against his, let your tongue meld with his own, the bitter of his coffee mixing with the sweet of your own drink. It’s soft, gentle, and over far too quickly. He pulls away, places two more soft pecks against your mouth, and then settles back against the bench, his hand now resting on your shoulder.

A shiver settles across your bones, something to do with the fact that even a few years into your relationship, he still sets you on fire without even trying, but mainly because it’s fucking freezing. Leant against Joel’s body, you feel him shiver a little too.

“Home?” You ask.

He looks back down at you, smiling a little with a nod, “Home.”

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You have 8 ferrets!!??!? What a DREAM plz I need to see pictures of all of them ;u;

Yea! They have their huge room too! HERE I GO IM GONNA START BRAGGING

Lemon. Our oldest. We got him from someone who needed to rehome him as they were moving to a place that doesn't allow pets. He's 7 years old now we believe. He's always been a lazy boy but he's also the boss of everyone and has the last say.

Puppy, aka Space Cadet Pizza Puppy. We got him from a girl who was gifted him but didn't know what to do with him. He's around 4 now. I swear he thinks he's people. He is a HUGE suck up, obsessed with us and a bit ridiculous. When we first got him, i had to lull him to calm down and sleep because he had no off button.

Nero, 3 years old. He's from Romania! We wanted healthy non-mill bred petstore ferrets and you can tell. He's stocky and big. Feels so much sturdier than Marshal (petstore/mill ferrets) ferrets, as do the rest of our ferrets I'm gonna list. He's our little demon. He likes to cause problems but is always funny about it.

Lottie, 3 years old also, she came along with Nero, but is from Hungary originally. She's very bossy and wants to mother everyone but it gets the others frustrated with her and she gets mad that they don't listen to her. She's out biggest stasher. She's more withdrawn than the others but loves to be held over the shoulder and stroked.

Warboy/Nux, he's 2 years old! He's from the UK and is an extremely sweet boy. Everything is funny to him. He does a huffy laugh noise if he's not dooking about something. My fave thing about him is his big doe eyes.

Whiskey, 3 years old, also from the UK along with Warboy. She's insanely short and squat for some reason lmao. Holding out her hand to clip her nails is a chore because she only has so much arm to stretch out! Shes fussy and her and lottie tends to butt heads on who is the boss girl. Other than that, she loves to be throw into bedding or chased and will dook loudly in excitement!

Ofelia, she's from the states. She's half angora and we just got her. I need better pics of her because she grew out her coat for winter. It's soooo pretty! She just never stays still. She's also a bit more withdrawn as she prefers a calmer environment but loves to play with the other ferrets or being a lap ferret. She turns into a warm pillow on your lap.

Quinn. We got her the same time as Ofelia. She's a year old. She's the great granddaughter of a ferret we had that passed away a bit ago. And we see a lot of her in Quinn, it's so sweet to see. She loves being cozy in hammocks and has the silliest wiggle dance when she wants you to chase her. She also tries to stash our hands.

[creedslove]

Head canons about Pedro boys and if they are tits or ass men, plz!

Featuring: Javier Peña, Joel Miller, Agent Whiskey, Dave York x f!reader

A/N: I am not very good at this because I honestly can't decide it, to me they're all crazy about it xD also, I decided not to include Javi Gutierrez because I love him but I don't actually see him in a sexual way 😳🤣

Javier Peña: I know it's kind of a cliche but Javi simply can't decide between ass or tits, he likes both, he fucks both and he will be drooling over both. He loves big, sexy cleavages, don't expect him paying attention to any work meeting while you have that piece of skin showing; he also goes nuts to see your ass in a pencil skirt, that man loves it

Joel Miller: Joel's an ass man and no one can change my mind. His caveman brain goes so wild the moment he sees your ass in those tight tempting jeans. He loves seeing you in a tiny bikini and he is definitely into ass eating and ass fucking

Agent Whiskey: Jack is a tits man and I'm sure of it. Of course he loves your ass, but your tits... He can't get enough of them. He loves how you tempt him with revealing cleavages and well, that cowboy is a sucker for nipple play, you can expect him to bury his face between your breasts and then spend a long time just licking and sucking your nipples and if you get pregnant he'll love how big they'll get and yes, he will also have at least a minor lactation kink

Dave York: probably another cliche here but Dave has adoration for the both of them; your body is in fact his body because you belong entirely to him and he won't rest until he's marked them over and over with his cum. You can expect a lot of tit fucking from Dave, as well as him wanting to fuck you in the ass, he will spend some good time rimming you and he would also buy you all sorts of butt plugs and of course, he will spank you when you misbehave

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[1989luvr]

can you please do a Lover by Taylor Swift inspired fic for Mike and the reader celebrating Christmas in their own little way? I feel like the reader would introduce him to new holiday things and the three of them could have their own new family traditions together :) “we can leave the Christmas lights up till January…”

You're My Lover

a/n: ohmygod yes i love this idea sm. thank you for the request! (also i suggest listening to lover while reading ☺️ f/m= favorite meal😝)

Mike stood in the kitchen preparing dinner while you and Abby were finishing up the tree. "Hey, Abs. I'm going to go check on Mike! Be very careful with the ornaments, alright?" You spoke, and she nods, going back to putting the ornaments on the tree. You made your way to the kitchen to see him. The blinds in the kitchen were open and the glistening snow reflected onto his face just perfectly, reflecting onto his gorgeous features. Funny to think how three summers ago you felt like you were nothing, and now you feel like you're something, with him. "You just came in here to stare at me?" Mike's voice broke my thoughts, you look up at him and he's got that cute sassy smirk on his face. "Yeah, just give me a moment." you smirked, admiring his whiskey colored eyes. "Am I doing this recipe right, babe?" Mike goes to back to the counter and furrows his eyebrows, at the recipe that was laid out on the counter, next to the food prep.

You told Mike that every year when we would set up the Christmas tree and lights, your Mom or Dad would make f/m and once you told Mike it was a family tradition before you moved out, oh boy he had his heart set on making it for the three of you. "Mhm, you're doing it right, babes." you tuck your chin on his shoulder. "How long are we the tree and lights up?" Mike asks, you furrow your eyebrows in thought. "January seems nice." you respond with a slight smile growing on your face. Mike lets out a confused laugh, "January?" "Yeah, we would always keep the tree and lights up til then." you say in response. "Abs and I would usually take them down before New Year's" He lets out an airy laugh. You back off him and lean your back against the counter and look at him.

"Really?" you raise an eyebrow, "Well, I, I mean yeah?" Mike shakes his head confused. "I think that it would be cute, it's different. Do you think we should try it?" You question. He stops what he's doing and looks and you in thought, in a way that he is considering your idea. "I'm down, it's different." Mike nods. You smile and go over and press a kiss to his cheek.

"Thank you, Mike. That means a lot to me, that you're trusting me with this weird idea, I know that is out of your comfort zone." You go in for a hug, and again tuck your chin on his shoulder and he leans his head against your shoulder. "Thank you, for doing this with us." Mike sighs relaxing in your grip. "Doing what?" you respond back, slightly confused.

"Just, spending the holidays with us, ever since I was able to take Abby into custody it's been hard, and with you around I can tell it lifted her spirits, and mine. I'm grateful for you, Y/n" He says, looking into your eyes, holding onto your waist. You felt like your heart was going to explode, you've seen Mike be vulnerable around you, but you have never heard sometime like this from a partner ever. "Thank you for letting me into your life and Abby's life. I'm incredibly grateful for both of you, I love you." You say, kissing him.

"You're my lover, Y/n." He says before kissing you back.

(a/n: i really hope you enjoyed this!!! i loved writing this!!! plz dm me if there are any spelling errors 🩷)

[plasticfangtastic]

My Masterlist

Howdy my name is Kay and I write fics for the boys (mostly just Homelander centric) this is a directory of my old and new fics, any projects am working on have worked on can be found here.

I hate short stories and I write long Chapters, I love Butchlander and Butchie content.

I'm currently on a writing hiatus

Old pin post with the following works can be found here:

Of The same Poisonous Ilk (A Butchlander/self-cest fic-- on hiatus)

Building Blocks (a Butchlander fic-- on hiatus)

Anybody Else Won't do (An Ashlander fic-- on hiatus)

Can We be Lonely Together (A HL x reader fic or Homelander x Joe Goldberg from YOU fic-- completed)

American Royalty (A dadlander x reader fic with a homelander daughter OC-- completed)

Carnivorous Lamb (A Homelander x Male! OC priest kink/ntr fic-- completed)

Thicker than Water (A Soldier Boy x Homelander fic-- one-shot)

No Codiciaras los bienes ajenos (A HL x Ashley x Butcher fic-- one-shot)

Behind the Scenes (A Hometek fic)

When the Lion loved the lamb (A HL x Male oc prequel to Carnivorous lamb one-shot)

This wasnt in the job description (An Ashlander fic one-shot)

My current fics:

Quiet Room-- A Homelander fic about him and Jonah Voguelbaum going to see Shrek.

A Garden Without Impurity-- Homelander X GN Reader fic, he is a polygamist and reader is his favorite spouse

Lemon Scented Messes-- A Butchie fanfic (my first one ever)

Charred Steaks-- A Butchlander fic short and sweet involving a partially depowered Homelander

Thank you for reading!

[trashiewrites]

More girlboss ghost's wife plz 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

HAHAHAHAH!!!! MORE BAD BITCHING AND I LOVEE IT!! btw for those who have sent in requests, I am doing them in the order I get them! I don't have that many but work has been killing me recently!

Don't Fuck with That~

Ghost x F!Reader (Never really mentioned gender-wise)

Rating: B for Boss Bitch

Warnings: Harsh language to women, and alcohol? yeah

Words: 1150

One thing you may expect about the life of a mother of two is chaos, especially with your husband gone for long periods of time. It's a lot, you will admit. Yet, you bring the Bad Bitch you were and made it looks like child's play. To be honest, you didn't know how the fuck you did it yourself, but you managed! After a month or so you do start to lose your mind, saying that you barely have any free time after handling things. Luckily you have the best husband ever!

On days when Simon would return home after a mission, the first thing he does is take the kids to go see your family! Or if that isn't available, he'll ask the boys to babysit for the night. Usually, Soap loves to babysit the little monsters. In any case, the kids are out of your hair! Simon takes this to have you go buck wild wherever you want. This time you chose to relax and have drinks at a dive bar! Nothing is more distressing than the one day you can pump yourself with your favorite alcohol!

Simon, during this time, stays relatively sober just to watch the chaos unravel. You being drunk is what he calls a spectacle. "You know Simon," you looked over at him taking another swig of your glass, "how did you of all people end up with such rowdy sperm monsters??" You growled as you leaned upon the table. Simon chuckled, sipping some more whiskey.

"I don't know," he placed his glass down, "why don't you ask their mother?"

"Yeah, you're right!" your face lit up for a mere moment before fully taking in his words, "wait a fucking minute you bastard! I'm their mother!!" 

"Exactly," He took another sip, "Look at yourself, I love you but those rascals get it all from you." Simon chuckled before looking back to see you gulping another glass. 

"Bartender, another glass for me please!" You spoke in a mopey tone, "Imma need more to drink away the sorrow of my husband's harsh but true words!" Having said that, you burst into laughter. Leaning against your husband's shoulder as you tried to grasp your breath. Simon shook his head, leaning his head upon yours. 

"Honestly, what do I do with you." He chuckled as the bartender motioned that this was your last drink. Wasting no time, you took a large gulp; letting out a refreshing sigh you flashed Simon a content smile. "Enjoy that drink, It's your last." You placed your hand over your mouth, so close to spitting out your precious booze. You leaned your head back downing what you had in your mouth. 

"Says who!" You clutched to Simon in desperation, "How could you deprive me of my only day off!" Simon finished his glass, motioning for another. He pointed to himself; the bartender nodded.  "How come you get another!"

"One, the bartender. Two, I'm going to be here for a bit." Simon nodded as he swapped his old glass for a newly filled one, "Lastly, cause I'm not nearly as drunk as you." You huffed in defeat, despite being hammered, you could tell you were HAMMERED. You downed the rest of your glass, standing up from your seat. 

"Imma head to the restroom," you kissed his cheek and left. Simon took a moment to look around. Most things you'd see in a bar were there; The noisy folk, the drunk asleep in the back corner, and groupies of all varieties. One thing caught his eye, more like he had caught their eye if anything. A group of ladies whispered among themselves as they looked over to one of them and then back to him. Not necessarily an uncommon sight for him, saying he is fairly attractive without his mask on. Yet he looked away, paying no heed to the group and returning to his drink. Surely no one is stupid to hit on him seeing he had been hanging with you this whole time... keyword he thought...

"Hey, there Handsome," a voice called out next to him. He ignored it despite no one being on the other side. Until sadly, someone poked his shoulder. "I'm speaking to you sir; can I buy you a drink? " Simon sighed, a frown staining his face. 

"No thanks, for your sake you should leave; I'm happily married." 

"To that wreck? Oh, honey, I can show you a real woman." the woman cackled as she leaned closer, "I can rock your world baby; just give me a chance. ~" she spoke in a seductive whisper into Simon's ear. He placed his hand on her shoulder, gently pushing her away. 

"One last time, it's best if you leave." 

"Oh, come one, leave with me, baby!" She beckoned, "you'll send those papers after one night with me, trust me. ~" 

"I wouldn't fuck with that if I were you," Simon turned to face you, "you must be blind 'cause I'm sure you and your group of whores knew he was mine." Your eyes flared with anger. You cracked your knuckles, leaning your head to the side with a cynical smirk. The women slowly turned around, seeing the demon incarnate festering with glaring eyes that could kill. She went pale as a ghost, "Now, I suggest you turn tail to your groupie before I shove something in those open legs of yours that you won't find pleasurable."  The woman gulped loudly, comedically loud. Rushing off to return to her little gang, you laughed loudly as you watched her run, "Go on run faster bitch; pick a better target next time!" You sent a kiss in her direction and returned your gaze to your husband whose eyes were on you the entire time, admiring you with a soft grin. "Liked the show?" 

"I believe that's your best performance yet." You walked to him, and instead of sitting in your seat next to him, you sat promptly on his lap. He wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder, "Extremely attractive, if I may add; Despite all these years, you continue to amaze me, dove."

"Can I have one more drink then?" you turned to face him, hitting him with big puppy eyes. Simon sighed, never one to give in to puppy eyes, yet perhaps today will be his exception. 

"Fine," He motioned for two more, "last one, so enjoy it." You cheered happily, grabbing Simon's cheeks and giving him a big smooch. 

"Thank you, thank you! You're the best husband ever, Simon!!" You hugged him tightly; in response, he rubbed your back, "I love you so much, Simon..." You spoke softly. 

"I love you too, (y/n)," he whispered in return. Taking his glass in hand and handing you yours, "Cheers?" You stared down at your glass and then back to him with a warm smile, both sharing that longing for each other. 

"Cheers." 

[angsty-twihardxx]

I’ve seen a lot of dbf!joel and was wondering if you’d write a dbf!tommy as there aren’t any and I absolutely adore your writing style x

RIGHT WHERE I WANT YOU | T. Miller

dbf! Tommy Miller x fem!reader

A/N: THANK YOU I LOVE YOU AND THIS IDEA. I have been tinkering with this idea for a while because there are no dbf! fics for this man and he deserves it, let’s be real he’s a horn bag and a tease i just uh-😩 also I would love to do multiple of these or even a series, plz let me know what y’all think and send ideas.

Feel free to gander at my masterlist if you like x

Warnings: 18+ (minors go away), PnV, age gap (reader is 21) basically porn with little plot. This is NOT edited I very much rushed it no apologies.

You remembered the first night that you met Tommy, he was leaning against the bar with your Dad who beckoned you over. The dining hall was cramped which wasn’t new on a Saturday night, you had mainly come because your dad mentioned a new member that he found on patrol. Usually you dreaded it, but when you saw him across the room you had a change of heart.

His black curls sat on his shoulders when he turned to face you, his lips curving up to give you a wide smile— which you returned quickly. His smile suited him, making his honey brown eyes squint. “Nice t’meet you, m’Tommy.” He spoke lowly, his Texan drawl catching you by surprise as he extended his hand out for you to shake.

You didn’t expect the accent, at first. It made sense though, the more you thought about it he did seem like the cowboy type. You tried your best not to over think how his hands felt enveloping yours, how much bigger his hands were compared to yours.

But that night was a long time ago. When it was merely just a crush on an older man that was friends with your Dad, which developed the more and more you saw him— which ended up being a lot.

Early in the morning’s were now filled with his presence, always standing with a mug full of coffee as he leaned against the kitchen island talking to your parents. The muscles under his button up sleeves flexed as he moved the mug up to meet his lips.

How was he actually so perfect? It wasn’t fair.

But now your feelings had developed, becoming more filled with desire and need. You were a women now, with womanly needs that weren’t being met with the boys your age. It’s not their fault though, newly developed minds bodies that was being pumped with hormones made them awkward and well— quick.

Its not like there were any classes going around for this kind of stuff in Jackson, but you just knew that you needed more.

Maybe it was some undiagnosed daddy issues that had you interested in the younger Miller brother. You could just tell that Tommy knew what to do when it came to sex, after ‘accidentally’ overhearing him drunkenly spew his past life to your father as the two got into a bottle of whiskey, he seemed to be quite the man-whore back in the day. You imagined what he’d be like fucking you, whether he’d be gentle or if he’d pound into you relentlessly till you were screaming his name.

And he knew it too, the smug bastard.

It made the blood in his body rush to his cock seeing you look so flustered from something as simple as a ‘mornin’ darlin’ when he’d see you first thing in your kitchen. When you’d descend down the stairs in your tiny pyjamas, he had to force his gaze off of you when he realised he was staring. He imagined what the soft flesh of your ass would feel like in between his fingers.

Everything about this was wrong, SO WRONG— but yet, neither of you could stop.

. . .

A cool breeze crept in through the ajar open that you sat beside in your living room, book in your lap. Taking the liberties of enjoying the large empty house on your own, which seemed to be happening more and more often lately. You had finished patrol only a few hours ago, thankfully it had been quiet and you were partnered with Eugene. The older man was well liked by you and your friends, mainly for his secret underground weed bunker.

Which is what led you to this point, leaning against your window as you blew out the smoke from your joint.

“Should you really be doin’ that n’here?” Tommy’s voice ripped your attention from your book, he was leaning against the entrance. His denim coat was covered in a thin layer of sawdust, you remembered him mentioning building a new set of homes over breakfast yesterday. “Well, last I checked the smoke detectors don’t work so—“

Your shoulders fell, a huff of air falling from Tommy’s nostrils in amusement. Dragging his palm along his hand he moved to sit beside you on the sofa, just enough space between you. It wasn’t unusual for Tommy to come check on you when your parents were away, whether it was because he wanted to or because he was asked to by your parents was another thing.

You felt butterflies as you thought about the domesticity of your situation right now, the thought of being the first thing he saw every night after work. Being able to ask him how his day was while the two of you ate dinner together.

“Like you wouldn’t believe.” Tommy sighed, rubbing his fingers through his sweat damp curls. Even after working all day in the heat he still looked fucken amazing—it wasn’t fair. You extended out your arm, holding out the lit joint in front of him to take. An unspoken invitation, which he declined. Muttering something to you about working in the morning.

“C’mon it’s not like you have to worry about a drug test in the morning.” Tommy’s brows burrowed in confusion, before deciding to just take the joint from you. Your breathing hitched as his calloused fingers tangled in yours, taking ahold of the still lit joint in your fingers. “How the hell you even know about that?”

“Eugene was telling me about it today.” You smiled proudly, watching as his lips pursed around the hand rolled paper.

Everything about him just made you want him more, the way his dark curls sat on top of his broad shoulders as he leaned his head back. You wondered what they would feel like with your fingers brushing them back, would it really be so wrong for you to test the waters? You were an adult, and a mature one at that.

. . .

Maybe it was the weed that blurred Tommy’s judgement, the longer the two of you sat together engrossed in casual conversation. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of your exposed thighs, the shorts doing very little to cover you. Giving him the perfect view to admire your soft supple skin.

Stretching his arm out Tommy let it fall down to the back of the chair, his hand now grazing the soft exposed skin on your arm. Goosebumps form on your skin, burning from his grazing fingers.

He loved how you shuddered from his touch, he could only imagine what how wet you were from just one touch. Tommy doubted that anyone your age could please you the way he would. He always noticed how they watched you, none of them new the first thing when it came to pleasing a woman.

“So have you uh-been seein any boys around here?”

“Not at the moment, but I uh— have an eye on someone at the moment.” Your sultry voice only made Tommy’s blood rush to his cock, you had no idea the affect you had on him. “Oh really?”

“Yeah he’s a little bit older than me, but I don’t mind.” You teased, exhaling a breath of smoke that danced in the so between you both. A cheeky smirk plastered on your face, you knew exactly what you were doing. “That right sweetheart?”

Without another second of teasing glances and lingering hands, cupping his stubbled cheeks in your hands you pushed your lips together. A small whine left your mouth as he pressed back, with even more of a fever.

“Tommy—“ You whined against his kiss swollen lips, savouring how his tongue darted to dance with yours. It was everything that you thought it would be, the way soft lips kissed into you roughly it only got you hornier. His facial hair scratched the underside of your palm, his curls were soft as you dragged your hands to the back of his neck. The wetness pooling in your underwear was only growing.

“God, this is wrong.” Tommy groaned in between kisses, he shouldn’t be doing this, with one of his closest friends daughter. Friends were hard to come by these days, especially good ones like your dad. He took him in and gave him a purpose again in Jackson. Yet here he was, his tongue down his daughters throat.

“If it’s so wrong— then stop.”

This emitted a playful growl from Tommy as he moved to nip the soft skin of neck with his teeth. He was already to deep into this, no backing out now. “S’that what you want sweetheart?” Tommy dared to ask, maybe you had changed your mind about the whole thing, but was pleasantly surprised when you shook your head, your lips never leaving his.

“Absolutely not.”

Tommy’s strong hands lifted you up as he held you up around his middle, his fingers kneaded the doughy skin of your ass. Your legs instinctively wrapped wrapped around his waist as he lifted you off the sofa. It felt so surreal to you, Tommy’s hands felt exactly how you imagined them. All those years of working as a contractor meant his palms were rough and calloused, you needed this hands to explore all over your body.

Tommy made quick work of taking long strides to get to your bedroom as quickly as possible, the same bedroom that he would pass every morning to join your family for breakfast.

Never did he think he’d be on the other side of the door, regardless of the many times he thought about it. Fucking you relentlessly in your room, your faced pushed into your pillow while your parents were completely clueless downstairs.

You let out a shocked gasp as your back made contact with the bed, Tommy quickly climbed up on the bed to hover above you. His elbows propped by your head as he leaned down to pant his lips onto you again, all you could think about was his erection pocking against you thigh through his jeans. “Tommy-“ You whined as your hips bucked into him,

“Need you Tommy.”

“Don’t worry baby, ‘gonna take care of you.” Tommy trailed his fingers down till they dug themselves under the waistband of your underwear. Your skin felt like it was on fire, you needed him now. In one swift motion your pants were pulled off of you, Tommy let out a sharp breath of admiration.

You watch as he fumbles with his belt, before once again pulling off his jeans without hesitation. His cock springing to life before you, and fuck was he big.

“Y’alright?” He looked back up at you with all seriousness, to which you nodded quickly.

“Oh fuck!” You gasped out as your eyes squeezed shut, feeling him fill you up was almost overwhelming. You always imagined him having a huge dick, when he would sit with his legs wide open. Now it was actually happening you felt like he was going to tear you in two.

The blissful sting was quickly quickly replaced with pleasure as he slowly eased himself into you, his hips rolling into yours.

“That’s it baby girl, takin’ me so well.” He muttered softly into your ear, his hot breath had the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. His praises had your hips bucking against his, driving his cock into you deeper.

He already had you in a puddle of gasps and moans, your mouth failing you anytime that you tried to speak. Your stomach was in knots, feeling your orgasm beginning to approach you wrapped your arms around Tommy’s neck. Pushing his face down to meet your lips once again. His herbal soap mixed with the salty sweat forming on his back, all your senses were taken up by Tommy.

“S’fucken amazing baby.” He groaned against your lips, his own pace beginning to falter. Your head fell back as the pleasure grew more intense, feeling your stomach tightening as his pace quickened. “Fuck Tommy, I’m gonna come!”

“Come f’me darlin, that’s it.” He whispered softly moving his lips to kiss along the soft skin of your neck, which was enough to send you over the edge. Your body shuddered as your orgasm rolled through you, feeling the jolt of electricity course through you as your vision went white.

“That’s it baby, good girl.”

A animalistic groan erupted from deep inside Tommy’s throat, right before he was about to come he pulled out. His sweat-covered forehead fell to rest on your still heaving chest, the two of you merely laid silent for a moment. You couldn’t form any thoughts besides the fact that Tommy just fucked you—in your bed!

After a few moments Tommy lifted himself off of you, the mattress dipping as he fell beside you. “Y’alright? That wasn’t too much f’you?”

“Are you kidding me? It was amazing.” You exasperated as you rolled onto your side to face him, your flushed cheeks pinched into a smile. “Y’know Tommy, it’s just going to be me on my own in this house.” Your head tilted to fall onto his chest, a playful smirk plastered on your face as you waited for his reaction. “Oh is that right?” Tommy feigned ignorance, a wide smile on his face. “Might need some company, s’that what you mean?”

“Thats exactly what I mean.”

[battyhive]

Hello, since Valentine’s Day is coming up can you write a the thing 1982 Valentine’s Day fanfic with all the characters plz?

//HAPPY VALENTINES DAY YALL\\

Palmer walked around base with a box of those pastel candy hearts dumping some on everyone’s desk, Nauls was making everyone’s favorite meal, Clark was setting flowers up for everyone, Childs was setting out chocolates. MacReady was getting out the good, expensive liquor. The boys loved the holidays and Valentines Day was no exception.

Blair and Norris had decorated the base while Bennings, Fuchs and Cooper did extra chores and such so everyone could meet up again in the lounge room where they would all drink, play music (playlist made by Windows) and just have a great night eating candy and having a good time together.

“I wonder if we have any lovers in base.” MacReady asked once everyone was in the lounge eating. Bennings and Fuchs held up entwined hands and Norris and Cooper did the same.

“Oh, we’ll shit boys” MacReady hummed sipping his whiskey. He didn’t know a lot of the men were already dating.

“My woman’s at home still.” Childs chimes in, looking up from his plate of food.

“I don’t really need anyone yet. The dogs are enough.” Clark answers with a shrug.

“I’m not interested in no one yet either.” Nauls shrugs

“My wife is at home too. That leaves Windows and Palmer.” Blair’s points out. The whole table shifts to look at the two men. Palmer turns to Windows, grinning like a cat.

“We’ll, I know I like someone but he’s a pussy. How about you, Win-“ the stoner was cut off by Windows pulling him in by his shirt collar and planting a kiss on his lips.

“There we go, I guess.” Palmer breathed once Windows quickly broke the kiss and started chugging his drink.

[whiskeylovingtrash]

I've just finished a rampage though all 16 NHL!Bitty fics on AO3. Why am I cursed with a love for rare tags and rare pairs?

Apparently I need to write the content I want to see :( imagine that!

Ask box is open if you want to make me write 😎 send me your deepest desires for rare tags or rare pairs.

[theroomofreq]

can you give me muggle jily recs pleaaseeee <3 :D

HOW MANY HIGH-QUALITY MUGGLE JILY FICS ARE THERE?? TOO MANY TO COUNT. *cracks knuckles* BUT I am here for the challenge. Jily AUs are my JAM.

Again, shoutout to our amazing @jilyarchive friends who tag every wonderful muggle jily au they come across. here is the link that will take you to their tags page. You'll find links to specific tropes and AUs :')

I've searched through my own AO3 bookmarks and history tabs, and I present to you 28 jily muggle fics that I LOVE. I am THRILLED thinking about all the good things in store for those that read these wonderful stories. This list took me ages to make because I went through and reread most of these brilliant fics. Happy reading !! xx

properly improper by @lizardcookie

“Marry me,” Mr. Potter repeats, closing the distance between them by striding back up towards the sofa, only to stop and crouch to one knee right there at her feet, looking up at her. Burning. “Pick me,” he elaborates. “Pick me, choose me, love me instead.”

- this fic is the reason why I comment the way that I do (spoiler it's because it's amazing)

The Wedding Ring by @mppmaraudergirl

What is undeniably worse than attending your sister's wedding looking as desolate and forgotten as a wilted houseplant? Drunkenly ringing your ex-boyfriend and asking him to be your date.

- SOBS UNCONTROLLABLY AT THE PERFECTION

Oh my god, they were ROOMMATES by @magic-girl-in-a-muggle-world

Silly one-shot, Muggle AU with Fem!Jily as pining roommates and Marlene as their matchmaker.

- the fic that brought me back to jily and inspired my deep obsession of fem!jily

Swipe Right, Swing Left by @downn-in-flames

The unspoken rule of using dating apps in D.C. is that you always start with where you work.

James Potter, it seems, never picked up on that one.

- giddy just thinking about this gem

'Tis the Damn Season by @petalstofish

It doesn't feel like Christmas for Lily Evans, not after losing her parents to COVID before the Holiday season. She anticipates spending Christmas all alone until a boy from her past shows up and offers her a mutually benefiting deal that has her calling him 'babe' just for the weekend. 'Tis the damn season, after all.

- cries in respect for lyrical writing

Watch Me Unwind by @maraudersftw

Lily Evans hates her job, hates the bigoted customers she has to serve as a bartender at the richest club in the city. But the one person who makes bearing all of it worth it has someone else in his arms tonight. (Rated: M)

- obsessed with the way the plot jumps around the time line in this

oil be there for you by @abby10fanfic

Texting/Social Media AU: Lily and James haven't spoken for 2 years. But that's all about to change thanks to Peter and his involvement in an essential oil pyramid scheme. Featuring boss babes, toxin-free lifestyles, binding contracts, and a very oily journey.

- YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE HOW FAB THIS IS

a matchmaking mission by @downn-in-flames

James Potter has a mission: get Sirius Black and Remus Lupin to finally admit that they both fancy the pants off each other by Valentine's Day.

His partner in crime? Lily Evans, Remus' flatmate, who he also happens to be slightly in love with

- DOUBLE the amount of pining idiots in love :")

about time by @jilyss

'sure, yeah, I can accompany you to that black tie event for your work tonight. wait. why are we on a red carpet?'

- this is my emotional comfort fic, your honor

whiskey business by @elanev91

Sirius Black has a (bad?) habit of picking up hobbies that take over his and James' flat -- this most recent one? Homemade vodka that James now has to try and peddle to everyone in the building.

- hysterical! must read!

Fashion Disaster by @maraudersftw

James Potter is roped into an awful dare by his best-mate, which involves him wearing atrocious pieces of clothing for all days until Christmas as dictated by Sirius. If this wasn't terrible enough, he now has to contend with his maddening crush on the beautiful saleswoman at the clothing store.

- classic hijinks that I live for

it wasn't a pity invite by @elanev91

Part of the December "Winter Tropes" Jily challenge. Prompt: my family invites you to join our holiday meal as an obvious setup and omG i’m so sorry

- awkward Christmas date that owns my heart

spice and honey by @clare-with-no-i

tagging along with her food reporter sister to profile James Potter, London's hottest young chef, is not how Lily Evans pictured her Monday going - especially if he's anything like Petunia’s described.

needless to say, she's in for a whirlwind at Chez Maraudeur.

- I'm one re-read away from printing this out and putting it on my bookshelf.

Waffle Wars by @elanev91

There's only one waffle maker in the dining hall and it literally always breaks. So, naturally, the only reasonable course of action is to meticulously map out when it's working and, ultimately, do a heist.

- the witty narration in this fic can not be matched

You Can Hear It In The Silence by @alrightginger

Lily is non-verbal and deaf in a world where the things your soulmate says about you end up written on your skin. She has known about her soulmate since she was seven, but knows they don't have a clue she exists and possibly never will.

- exquisite, cue me sobbing forever

out the window by @displayheartcode

A new family moves to Ottery St Catchpole.

- everything I could ever want in a fic, forever in my mind rent free

The Christmas Guest by @thegodmachine

An Evans Family Christmas: Petunia is bringing her fiancé and Lily is bringing her…Friend…

- petunia pov that gives me WINGS

Football, Calculus, and Cappuccinos by @moonawrites

At eighteen years old, James Potter has a lot going on. He's a rising star navigating the politics of professional football, the pitfalls of sudden fame, the fallout from choosing his dream over his father's company... and a serious crush on the red headed new barista at his favourite coffee shop.

- I'm still working my way through this fic, but trust me when I say its a GEM

if u like pina coladas by @zephyrcove

Lily is desperate for a date to Petunia's wedding, James has been pining, and their friends meddle ;)

- explain to me how characters can be so perfect via texting fics?

Shelf Awareness by @ghostofbambifanfiction

It's too far out of her way and she's wasting so much money, but Lily can't help but return to the bookstore every weekend, where her passion for good literature has, perhaps, been unexpectedly reignited by the messy-haired, pun-making, rather handsome bloke who works there.

- you absolutely must know that I binge read this and then immediately REREAD it

How to win a witch in 10 days by @adenei

“She’s going to find some unsuspecting wizard, get him to fall for her, and then do all the things that turn men away to get him to break things off! Won’t it be the best way to see what witches do that drives men crazy?” But what happens when the man in question is a blast from Lily Evans's past? A Jily Magical AU based on the romantic comedy "How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days."

- fic based off of a rom com? YES PLZ :’)

The Fight Before Christmas by @ghostofbambifanfiction

The heartwarming Christmas tale of Lily Evans and James Potter - two plucky kids who hated one other, until the day they really, really didn't.

- complete sucker for this one

All This Time by @thejilyship

James and Lily grew up next door to one another. Their bedroom windows giving them glimpses into the others life, and also offering prime opportunities to argue with each other over every little thing. They never figured out how to be friends when they were kids, but now that they've graduated from college and are home for the summer, they have a second chance to get things right.

- one of my favvvv tropes

Let Me Love You by @thejilyship

With only a month until she's set to take the throne of Gryffindor, Lily is informed that she'll have to get married or choose to give up her throne. She never thought she'd have to even entertain the idea of an arranged marriage. Enter, James Potter.

- cries in princess diares AU

The Fabulous Baker Brothers by @frustratedpoetwrites

Lily walks a different route home from work and stumbles upon a cute little Bakery with an even cuter baker in the window.

- yes yes yes to embarrassed pining.

Marigold Mornings by @mppmaraudergirl

This is a fun game she thinks, as she removes her hand from his side and reaches up to run it down his chest.  He catches her hand in his own, takes a step forward so that her nose nearly brushes against his shirt. She can feel the heat radiating off of him—or maybe it’s from her. He licks his lips and her eyes are drawn to the motion.  She knows it is a bad idea, absolutely knows it.

- incredible storytelling featuring dynamic characters :') a favvv

Welcome to Pettyville by@women-inthe-sequel @alrightginger

When Lily Evans accidentally sends a text to the wrong number, she isn’t expecting to find the right person behind it. She can’t stop talking to Prongs. The only thing is, Prongs can’t stop talking about the girl in his class. What could go wrong, other than the number?

- LOVE SQUARE ANYONE

The Kiss a Stranger Project by @alrightginger

“What’s your name, then?” she asks, realizing they haven’t even properly introduced themselves yet. She nervously crosses her arms.

You shouldn’t kiss a guy without knowing his name first.

Right?

- THIS ONE WILL LIVE IN MY MIND FOREVER

[prvtbugsbuggins]

Caboose and his ungodly amount of sisters.

A post for both my reference and for you all to enjoy.

The idea of Military Alphabet being used as names was inspired by Red Battalion, Blue Regiment by @tinfoil-jones. It's a great fic u guys plz.

More stuff under the cut.

Caboose and his sisters were all taken from a pool of war orphans during the great war. All of them had their homes glassed and barely escaped with their lives. The oldest at the time was little more than a small kid, so many of them don't remember having parents or a life before they were taken into the SPARTAN III program. For all they know, this was all normal to them.

Indiana was the oldest and was the one to remember what parental love was all about, so she was the one who kept an eye on everyone else and did her best to be sure that they had love while growing up. Their training was extremely harsh and she made sure it was as fair as it could be.

Here are the siblings, from oldest to youngest. Once they were old enough to leave the program, all of them chose their own names. Caboose was chosen as the last name, and all of them keep it as a sign of solidarity.

Name: Indiana ‘Indy’ Carnation Caboose

Rank: Lieutenant General

Armor Color: Dark brown and tan

Designation: INDIA

Description: Freckled pale skin with green eyes and red hair that she keeps short. Absolutely stacked. 9Ft tall even. Is missing a leg but has a cool cyborg one to replace it. Defacto ‘leader’ of the Spartan Siblings and tends to call the shots. Is high enough rank to make sure her siblings are treated well no matter where they end up.

Currently: Alive and still in active duty. Works mostly with Holly.

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Name: Holiday ‘Holly’ Yuletide Caboose

Rank: Major General

Armor Color: Green and Red

Designation: HOTEL

Description: Tan skin with brown eyes and black hair that she keeps long. 8’11’’ tall. Is built more slender but can still break your neck. Is the one who usually keeps track of all the siblings and makes sure they are okay. Organizes the yearly get together.

Currently: Alive and still in active duty. Works mostly with Indiana.

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Name: Winter Solstice Caboose

Rank: Chief Warrant Officer 5

Armor Color: White and Winter-mint Green

Designation: WHISKEY

Description: Pale skin with blue eyes and white-blonde hair that she keeps short. 7’9’’ tall. Is built more slender and is stupidly flexible, giving her a rep as an escape artist.

Currently: Alive and still in active duty. Works as a battlefield tactician and invents war-games for training purposes.

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Name: Tango Rio Caboose

Rank: Second Lieutenant

Armor Color: Black and White

Designation: TANGO

Description: Tan skin with brown eyes and blonde hair that was kept short. Was more short and squat but absolutely stacked. 8 ft tall even. Used to bench press actual benches with people on it.

Currently: MIA. Was last seen on Reach.

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Name: Vicky Ableton Caboose

Rank: First Lieutenant

Armor Color: Teal and Pink

Designation: VICTOR

Description: Pale skin with blue eyes and hair that’s always in a different color done in a ‘fluff hawk’ hairstyle. 8Ft tall even and built more slender. Is faster than the other siblings in terms of speed.

Currently: Alive and retired. Currently works as a DJ and plays for raves while making her own music.

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Name: Sierra Nevada Caboose

Rank: Second Lieutenant

Armor Color: Tan and Gold

Designation: SIERRA

Description: Rust colored skin with black eyes and black hair kept long. 8’5’’ tall and was more focused on martial arts, so she was rather slender. Could one inch punch people across a room.

Currently: MIA. Was last seen on Reach.

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Name: Charlie Beatrix Caboose

Rank: Sergeant Major

Armor Color: Green and Brown

Designation: CHARLIE

Description: Warm dark skin with brown eyes and black hair kept short. Built more chubby and squat at 8’6’’ tall. Can hug you to death though, so be careful. Used to be able to pick up cars so the wheels could get changed faster.

Currently: Alive and retired. Writes and illustrates children's books based off stories she told Caboose when he was little.

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Name: Luna Moonbeam Caboose

Rank: Sergeant Major

Armor Color: Black and Blue

Designation: LIMA

Description: Pale skin with pale blue eyes and pale blonde hair kept long. Just pale, lol. 7’11’’ tall and built slender and trim. Is really good at psychology and has a knack for motivating people without them realizing it. Takes active interest in troop morale and writes papers on how to improve it.

Currently: Alive and in active duty. Works as a drill sergeant and her teams perform better because she gives them all lollipops when they do a good job.

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Name: Juliet Romeo Caboose

Rank: First Lieutenant

Armor Color: Yellow and Green

Designation: JULIET

Description: Freckled pale skin with brown eyes and blonde hair kept long. Built like a muscular country farm-girl at 8’7’’ tall. Can pick up fully grown cattle and move them where they need to go.

Currently: Alive and retired. Works on a farm where she raises various livestock with her wife. Caboose gets to name all the baby animals born on said farm.

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Name: Fox (Foxy) Trot Caboose

Rank: First Lieutenant

Armor Color: Orange and Black

Designation: FOXTROT

Description: Tan skin with blue eyes and red hair kept short. More wiry and slender than most other sisters and stuck more to stealth tactics than outright assault. 7’10’’ tall.

Currently: MIA. Last seen on Reach.

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Name: Echo Echo Caboose

Rank: First Lieutenant

Armor Color: Dark Blue and light Blue

Designation: ECHO

Description: Dark skin with brown eyes and black hair kept short. Quite muscular and built at 8’6’’ tall. Usually specialized in hand to hand combat and liked to use knives and other bladed weapons.

Currently: MIA. Last seen scouting uncharted territory.

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Name: Ollie Oxenfree Caboose

Rank: Major

Armor Color: Pink and White

Designation: OSCAR

Description: Pale skin with brown eyes and black hair, kept short. Is more slender and built more for stealth and misdirection type of combat. 8’4’’ tall and can pluck your heart out of your rib-cage if need be.

Currently: Alive and retired. Works as a therapist and specializes in PTSD traumas.

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Name: November Showers Caboose

Rank: Lieutenant Colonel

Armor Color: Dark Red and Orange

Designation: NOVEMBER

Description: Tan skin with brown eyes and orange hair kept short. Is built like a bruiser at a good 8’10’’ tall and a body to put bodybuilders to shame. Likes to count how many teeth she can knock out of someone’s head with one punch.

Currently: MIA. Was last seen on Reach.

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Name: Kiki Piña Colada Caboose

Rank: Major

Armor Color: Light Pink and Light Yellow

Designation: KILO

Description: The smallest sister at 7’8’’ tall and slender. Pale skin with blue eyes and pink/blonde hair kept long. Enjoys looking pretty but is scarily good at assassinations. Likes to use her unassuming looks against people. Has beaten up selfish lovers.

Currently: Alive and in active duty. Trains special forces troops.

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Name: Bravo Blue Caboose

Rank: Lieutenant General

Armor Color: Blue and Black

Designation: BRAVO

Description: Pale skin with blue eyes and brown hair kept short in a buzz cut. Likes piercings and body mods. Has an unbelievable pain tolerance and likes to freak out her recruits using it. 8’10’’ tall and built like a linebacker. Sometimes will stand there and let people attack her and laugh at their attempts to hurt her. Will kill you if you make her siblings cry.

Currently: Alive and in active duty. Works on top secret things that are secret. It’s mostly boring stuff, like paperwork. She hates it.

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Name: Quinn Sable Caboose

Rank: Captain

Armor Color: Grey and Purple

Designation: QUEBEC

Description: Tan skin with green eyes and brown hair kept short. Tends to dye tips of hair purple. Is covered in tattoos. Is very muscular and big at 8’7’’ tall and can pop someone’s head off their body like a grape. Makes a newsletter for all her siblings so they know what’s going on with each other.

Currently: Alive and in active duty. Trains forces in how to work together as a team and not die.

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Name: Zelda Triforce Caboose

Rank: Captain

Armor Color: Dark green and Light Blue.

Designation: ZULU

Description: Dark skin with brown eyes and long dreads dyed in a wide range of colors. Built to be trim and slender. Could choke you out with her legs. Is 8ft tall even. Probably has ADHD and is very excitable.

Currently: Alive and retired. Currently makes VR video games and programs for a living.

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Name: Michael Jaybird Caboose

Rank: Major

Armor Color: Blue (the best blue)

Designation: MIKE

Description: It’s Caboose, our boy. 7Ft tall even with brown hair, blue eyes, and is built like a brick house. Gives the softest hugs, though.

Currently: Alive and in a mix of active duty and ‘retired’. Pets dinosaurs and plays ‘games’ with his squad.

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If possible they all try to meet up together at least once a year and they actively send letters to each other. They will call if close enough, but since everyone is doing something different, it's unlikely that two siblings would be on a planet together at the same time. All of them are extremely protective over each other, especially to Caboose since he is the baby. Despite some being retired, they still have and wear their armor because it's so ingrained in themselves. Eventually many more will decide to retire and pursue other interests once they figure out what they like.

Also all of them have a barcode tattooed on them somewhere. Not for evil purposes, but because it's easier to scan a code that can't be removed and make sure you aren't going to kill your Spartan by accidently giving them a medication they are allergic to.

Feel free to use if you like as well. I will be using this as a reference for my own works, lol.

[fandom-puff]

Mistake

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x ShelbySister!Reader

Requested by: anon

Summary: Alfie knew he made a mistake when he pushed you away, and when you show up in the middle of a meeting with Tommy, it all comes flooding back to him

AN: sorry writing has been few and far between this past week. I’m honestly not feeling much inspiration to write the requests in my inbox (don’t worry- if I’m not writing yours I’ll say- plz don’t bombard me asking if I’m doing this that abd the other!). Also, tomorrow, I’m gonna make a start on the kinktober stuff, so I can get it all queued up for the relevant days. Anyways, enjoy.

Gif creds to owner

Warnings: swearing

He remembered it, plain as day.

The way your smile faded into a deep frown; the way your bright eyes dulled, before filling up with tears; the movement of your lips, despite no words coming out; the cream cake you had left on his desk as you fled the bakery before the tears could fall.

He couldn’t bring himself to eat the pretty cake, slightly squashed from being in your bag, the icing a little lopsided...

He let ollie have it when he told him to cancel they table at the restaurant he was meant to be taking you to that very night. “Shame, that, Boss. She seemed to really like you,” ollie said, leaving the room before he could get a clip round the ear.

“Yeah... yeah it is,” Alfie had mumbled into nothingness, staring at the door rattling in its frame. He brooded for weeks, hardly seeing anyone, snapping at those he did. But it was more than his life’s worth to even think about seeing the Shelby girl as much as he had been. If word of your illicit relationship reached Birmingham, all deals with the brothers would be off- as well as, most likely, his head.

Or cock, he thought shrewdly, sighing as a telegram from Birmingham came through. It had been three months since he last saw hide nor hair of a Shelby, and he could only imagine what Tommy wanted with him now.

***

Life in small heath was, admittedly, not as glamorous as it was in London, and no where near as exciting as the bakery in Camden Town. Still, it was your home, and you adored every inch of it. On your first night back- the train had been delayed- you went to your aunt Pol’s not wanting to deal with Tommy’s bombardment of questions at that hour. Once Polly had lowered the gun she held to your forehead as you came into the house unannounced, she pulled you into a tight hug and fixed you some whiskey, sensing that tea probably wasn’t strong enough.

“I’ll talk to tommy,” she said gently. “Tell him the deals off. He shouldn’t have sent you in the first place, not to London. Not on your own,” she said, before tucking you up in bed. You were glad no one had told her that her niece had been to barter with Solomons all those months ago (she would never have allowed it in the first place). Even if she sensed your heart shattering into a million pieces, she was none the wiser to who caused your heartache. You were fine with that.

***

That was until three months since your return- and not a word said to tommy about the issue with Solomons- you barged into Tommy’s office.

“Cakes and pies for you, boys! Can go running a business on empty bellies- shit. Sorry Tom. No one told me you had a meeting. Wasn’t in the diary,” you said bashfully as John grinned at you.

“Not to worry, YN. Mr Solomons dropped by,” tommy said cooly as John took the cakes off you and put them on the counter with the whiskey. “Polly seems to think that all business deals with Mr Solomons here have been rejected. Deal’s off, she told me,” you gulped under the gaze of your older brothers, biting you lip slightly as Alfie turned slowly to you, the wide brim of his hat casting shadows over your face.

“Why don’t you come and sit down, Miss YN?” He said. You squeezed your eyes shut before opening them. It had been so long since you’d heard him speak.

“Don’t you bloody tell our sister what to do,” Arthur growled from the side of Tommy’s desk.

“Shut up Arthur,” you and tommy said at the same time as Tom directed you to sit down next to Alfie anc across from him. “Now, YN, I sent you to London last year for a very simple purpose. To get Mr Solomons on our side. Now, you come back to small heath eight months later, telling me that there’s no deal. That mr Solomons got cold feet. Now that, YN, is bullshit. Because we all know what a negotiatior you are. Lord knows, it’s a wonder we got anything done while you were little, forever insisting we teach you things you had no need to know,”

You looked to your knees, before looking back up at tommy, decided to fix him with a matching icy stare. You would not be lectured by your brother, not now that you were a woman yourself.

“And then, three months after her return,” he continued. “It comes to light, Solomons, that there was a deal. But you sent my sister away with no real explanation,” he turned to Alfie. “And I’d like to... put that to rights, if you will. Your lot need us, Alfie, as much as we need you. Now. Explain. Why’s my sister sent away despite her very reasonable deal, Hm?”

It was quiet for a moment, and you hoped to any god who was listening that Alfie would bluff his way out with one of his meandering speeches.

“Right, well, you see right,” a promising start... “you send your little sister, who’s a proper little woman, right, down into my bakery, with her pretty eyes and her flirty laughing, yeah? You send your little sister down to Camden Town to seduce me,”

Shut the fuck up, Alfie, you thought.

“And yeah, I admit it worked for a bit, yeah, took her out a few times an’ all,” Tommy’s eyes hardened, and Arthur and John had murderous expressions on their faces. “We was getting along alright, wasn’t we, YN, love?” You nodded, your jaw tense. You would certainly be in trouble with your brothers after this. “But then I sent her away. Told her ‘nah, YN, pet, we can’t keep this up, right? Too fuckin’ dangerous for you down here, yeah. And what would your brothers think, eh? What if you end up pregnant or summin’” I said to her, right, and sent her back up to this shithole to keep her out of trouble,” he leaned back in his chair, as if his explanation had solved everything.

It most certainly had not.

If looks could kill, Alfie Solomons would definitely be six feet under, under the harsh glare of the Shelby brothers. You snapped.

“For fucks sake!” You cried. “So I’m seeing Alfie fucking Solomons! So what?” You demanded. “What’re your going to do about it, eh? Cut him a new smile and have half of London after us, eh? You said it yourself, Tommy, we need Solomons as much as his lot need the Shelby’s!”

Your chest rose and fell with fury, and Alfie couldn’t help the gaze of adoration that he bestowed upon you.

“YN,” Arthur said, his measured voice forced, as if he was trying very hard not to shout. “If this man... this-this bastard has hurt you or threatened you-”

“Oh shut up, Arthur. Not every man is a threat to me,”

“But YN, you’re-”

“I’m what, John, eh? Delicate? Stupid? Too young? Fuck off. How many times have aunt Pol, Ada and I fixed your messes, eh? I think I know what I’m doing!”

You rounded on tommy, who was suspiciously quiet. “Alfie Solomons is a very dangerous man, YN,” he said steadily.

“Oi, Tommy, mate, I am right here. I let Arthur slide, yeah, Cos he’s off his rocker,”

“Shut it, Alfie,” you hissed, and he held his hands up in surrender. “Tom. I’ve grown up around dangerous men. All my life, I’ve had dangerous men around me. Dangerous men walked me to school. Dangerous men helped with my homework. Dangerous men took me for my first proper drink. Dangerous men have and always will be my family,” you spoke with such passion, your eyebrows firmly knitted together as you spoke, jaw set the way it always did when you refused to back down. “I am not a child anymore, boys. I can’t be tucked away nice and quiet in Small Heath all my life. Just be glad that you’re aware of this now and not when I’m four months pregnant with a baby I’ve no intention of getting rid of!” You swiped angrily at the tears that had trickled down your cheeks as you glared tommy down.

Sighing, he stubbed out his cigarette and stood up, straightening his jacket. “That’s that then,” he said, beckoning an unwilling Arthur and John to follow him (both murmuring angrily and confused).

“Oh and Solomons? I expect to see a ring on my sister’s finger by Sunday,” he said, before slamming the door shut.

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[kill-the-feels]

Ok just saw the clone appreciation post and let’s get this ball rollin for some clone lovin. I honestly wanna see Jesse and Fives having a flirting battle to see who can make reader blush the most (It was a bet between the 501st to see who was better) and Jesse has a HUGE crush on the reader. So we will go with 5 and 13 cause why not, low key just wanna see Jesse upset after fives wins and you make him feel better.(love your stories plz keep posting cause I am in love with your writing)

Hkhskahdks i had the MOST fun with this!! (Prompts from here!) (for this!)

5. “Oh, you’re jealous!”

13. “Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

warnings: naughty pick-up lines

~~~

79’s is pulsing with life as you toss back another shot of fire whiskey and laugh at something one of the patrons said. Working here can be sucky, but on nights when big groups come in, it can be kind of fun. You’ve got the regulars, including two of the famous “blue boys,” both of whom are notorious flirts.

You’re familiar with them both, of course. Have fended them off plenty of times. Jesse and Fives, the dynamic duo no one really saw coming. Both of them stumble up to the bar, laughing and shoving.

“Hey, boys,” you say, already moving to make the drinks they always order. Fives elbows Jesse in the side, and mutters something, causing Jesse to blush bright red.

“Hey yourself,” Fives says, when Jesse remains silent. You point to the glasses you’re preparing.

“Want another round?” Fives nods, then leans around Jesse, onto the bar.

“Sure, but also, I gotta ask: aside from being sexy, what do you do for a living?” You blink at him, his words taking a second to register. Jesse facepalms.

“Works here, probably,” you hear Jesse mutter. You can’t help it. You burst out laughing as Fives looks down at his hands.

“Ah. Yes. That would make sense,” he says. The big grin is back on his face in seconds.

“In that case,” Fives says, “do you believe in love at first sight? Or should I walk by again?” Jesse groans and you laugh harder.

“Stop, I’m begging you,” you say. “Maker, those are awful.” Fives grins.

“I can go all night, baby. I got loads of these.” You raise your eyebrow and look at Jesse.

“That true?” you ask him. He gives you a long-suffering sigh and nods.

“Yes. I’ve heard him go all. night.” Fives snags one of the drinks you’re making and takes a sip.

“If mine are so bad, let’s hear yours,” he says to Jesse. “We’ll make it a game.” He looks at you.

“First one to make you blush wins.” You smirk.

“Bring it. I hear all kinds of nasty stuff. I bet neither of you win.” Fives clears his throat and mimes straightening a tie.

“To start off, let me just say, being around you is like flipping a switch. I was feeling a little off today, but you turned me on.” You and Jesse boo, and you face him.

“Hit me,” you say to Jesse who looks down, then clears his throat.

“They say that kissing is a language of love, so would you mind starting a conversation with me?” He smiles as he says it. You groan and Fives lays his head on the bar top.

“That was so bad,” you say, enjoying the little laugh he gives you.  

“I know,” he says. Fives nudges him with his shoulder and takes over, leaning off the bar as he speaks.

“I’m not into watching sunsets, but I’d love to see you go down.” You mock gag.

“That one was even worse,” you say, even as you’re tempted to blush. Jesse shoves Fives to the side, taking over.

“Your legs must be tired because you’ve been running through my mind all night,” he says. It’s incredibly sweet, and it nearly gets you in a way Fives’ dirty flirting hasn’t. But you don’t want to lose. Before you can recover, Fives is speaking again.

“Your clothes look so uncomfortable. Why don’t you let me help you take them off?” It catches you off-guard and the flush spreads across your chest and into your face at the image of Fives stripping you.

“Ha!” he says, slamming his fist down on the bar. You laugh and pass him another drink. Jesse rolls his eyes, the light humor gone, and he steps away from the bar. You frown a little at his back, watching as he slips out a side door.

“Hey, I’ll be right back,” you say to Fives who waves you off.

You follow Jesse outside.

“Hey,” you call. He turns around, stopping when he sees it’s you.

“Tired of Fives already?” he asks. You frown at him.

“No? What?” You’re confused. Jesse looks away, and it dawns on you.

“Oh! You’re jealous!” Jesse scoffs.

“I am not,” he says. You smile and poke his side.

“Yes, you are.” Jesse rolls his eyes.

“Can you blame me? You’ve seen Fives at work.” You sigh. Jesse, bless his heart, can be so oblivious. For all the time Fives has spent flirting with you, you’ve spent more time trying to flirt with Jesse. It’s time to take a different tact.

“I’m on top of things. Would you like to be one of them?” you say. Jesse stares blankly at you.

“What?” he says. You sigh and lean in closer.

“Can you tell me what time you’ll come back to my place, please?” Jesse splutters and backs away.

“I- what?” He’s cute when he’s confused.

“Jesse,” you say, placing a hand on his cheek and speaking slowly and deliberately. “I love my bed, but I’d rather be in yours.” It’s as clear as you can make it. Jesse’s eyes widen.

“Are you flirting with me?” he asks. You smile at him.

“You finally noticed?” It’s his turn to blush, and you close the gap, kissing him gently and testing the waters. Jesse’s arms wrap around you, tugging you closer. His lips slant over your own.

He pulls back a little, grinning against your mouth.

“Did you mean what you said earlier?” he asks. You lean closer, so you can whisper into his ear.

“Stick around and find out.”

[lackadaisicalnereid]

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#5

Yo does anyone out here think I could find an audiobook/drama version of Shakespeare's Romeo & Juliet with ~modernized language? A friend expressed interest in listening to sth like this, and I'm not sure where to locate such a Thing™?

3 notes • Posted 2021-01-18 10:49:32 GMT

#4

queen of WIPs

So I was nudged by @bohemicns and @elasticella (thank you <3) to list my WIPs & here they are - at least of course, the ones I’ve at least thought about doing something with in the last few months. I’ll happily blabber more about any/all of them

1 my gossip girl dan/blair multichapter with dan/blair starting an affair in paris while he's married to serena (ikr?) which i’m having trouble deciding the direction of 2 my jeremy/elena/caroline as leia/luke/han star wars a new hope AU (what even?) 3 my started like 1+ year ago wicdiv luci/laura thing where cass somehow also budged in and now neither her nor i are sure if she wants to rescue laura from luci, rescue luci from laura, or just say 'fuck it' and join them 4 my veronica mars (first ever!) logan/veronica something where they stumble across each other at a gas station (ah, liminal spaces, amirite)  5 my (first ever!) riverdale reggie/veronica enemies & lovers something (thankyou @bohemicns for making me do this) also omg no idea who to tag plz tag yourself if you wanna play with me

4 notes • Posted 2021-10-07 08:03:38 GMT

#3

There is not a WIP there I don't want to talk about, but let's focus on wicdiv & riverdale bc I want them soooo bad

Ok let us talk then:

Riverdale first!

I'm actually simultaneously really thrilled with this AND not sure what exactly to do with it? Though I never consider myself a writer whose problem is Too Many Ideas, here I think that might be actually troubling me? I want it to be noir and pulpy and for exchanges like this to take place:

Toni opens her mouth, but doesn't speak. She pours more of the whiskey into his glass. "Cheap whiskey for a cheap story?" Reggie asks. "I'll bring you some more, if the story's as good as you say."

However I maybe want to have basically a frame narrative with Reggie talking to Toni at the White Wyrm, but I also maybe want to alternate between Veronica and Reggie's POV? And do I want it to be noir-pulpy for all chapters? Do I want to show people (myself included) what's actually inside Reggie-boy's head, or just, you know, not, and keep the POV outside of his thoughts and let us get a feel for him in the dark, by the weak light of his actions? But I really like it! If you like this and, you know, wanna do a quick colab, maybe a bit of Lucy energy is what this needs :D I'm open to all advice & offers.

Also, I sorta want to make a proper Romantic (?) hero out of Reggie, which is a) ridiculous but also b) fitting?

if Reggie were more genre savvy, if he was Jughead, or maybe even Betty, he would have recognized what was going on. This is not to say Reggie is stupid, he decidedly is not. And anyway, who's to say he wouldn't have walked right into it anyway?

WicDiv second!

Ok, I sorta wanna do a darker (?) take on Luci/Laura (I mean darker than I think I usually do stuff?) and see what I can unveil esp re: Laura as she sorta maybe starts being a bit unhappy in their ~relationship?

Later that night, and later most nights, there's bruises on her. Marks of worship, or faith, or fucking something. But bruises heal quickly, or at least change colors, and right now there's a pantheon of colors traceable on Laura's skin, a gift from one goddess to another. Laura looks at herself sometimes in the mirror, and traces her bruised skin with her fingers, and thinks, this dark purple one, this is Baph, and the light sort of purple-greenish one, that is Baal. She thinks of the yellower one as Sakhmet. All her lovers written plainly on her skin. Luci the painter and all of her lovers at once. And Laura is what she's always been best at - a fan. Well. Mostly. Sometimes between the bruises and back-alley quickies, between coming and going and <i>fuck-you</i>s like guided missiles, something claws at the back of Laura's throat. It never quite makes it out. But, consider: She discusses her bruises with Luci, whispers in a sex-dishevelled bed. Laura whispers of past lovers and future ones, and says: <i>this bruise that claws at my throat, that one is you</i>, and Luci whispers of - nothing at all.

And I'm sorta fine with that! But! I don't know what to do with Cass. I wanna bring in Cass, but I'm not sure what she wants to do with Luci/Laura?

It's mostly this: Cassandra is a goddess who knows and no one believes her truths. It's also this: Lucifer is not a goddess of anything if she is not a goddess of lies. Looking at it from that angle, it's quite another thing entirely. "Laura's sleeping" Luci says. She gives Cass a good once-over, slow and indulgent, because sleeping with Laura more than once a week does not preclude her from having eyes, and for some reason it's important that Cass knows this. And anyway, she's worried she might be getting rusty. Seducing someone like Cass, well, a rusty goddess couldn't do that.

At least Luci is behaving aka wrecking havoc, as always, bless.

Now, gimme your thoughts! <3

5 notes • Posted 2021-10-07 10:50:55 GMT

#2

A question for all Grisha-verse fans out there: for someone who liked SC and didn't like SAB, and read the first SAB book and both Crows books, is it okay to move on to King of Scars without reading the second and third Grisha books? Asking for a friend, honest.

10 notes • Posted 2021-05-09 13:37:35 GMT

#1

anyone else feel like we're forgetting to thank misters kieron gillen and james mckelvie of the wicdiv for gwendolyne christie being cast as lucifer

30 notes • Posted 2021-01-29 10:49:02 GMT

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[a-katsukitty]

katsuki bakugo x reader

WARNING : ALL CHARACTHERS ARE AGED UP! oral [fem receiving] , alchool and cigaret.

A/N : Ohayoo , this is my first fanfic. I apologize for any mistakes [be gentle with me plz] hope you will like it!

"Come on dude it will be fun!"

"I said no! How many fucking time do I need to tell you?" Katsuki glaces over Kaminari who's been trying to get his friend for his birthday. "Bakugo, you can't eat pizza playing games on your 20th birthday!" he says placing himself between the blond man and the tv.

"You're fucking annoying you know that" Bakugo paused his game putting down the controler. "My sister is mixing, I swear you will have fun!" looking down his face lights up as his friend nods running one hand in his blond hair. "Give me 1 hour! And don't make me wait or I blow your face , all of you!" he says getting up going up to his room not paying attention of kaminari thanking hima million times.

1 hour to shower and put on some decent clothes , nothing too fancy a pair of black jean, a white shirt thigh around his muscular shoulder and arms , carefully left three buttons open revealing his collarbone , three perfume pumps and he made his way downstairs.

Denki park in front of the nightclub. A huge neon writes Dimension. pressing his finger on his favorite contact on the digital dashboard. "Oh Kami! How you doing cutie" your voice resonates inside the car as your brother blushes "Ai! Don't call me like this I'm not alone!" Mina chuckles on the passenger side. "Oh so you friend decided to come! Wait, what is it again? Baki.. Bak-" you're cut by an angry katsuki "OI! IT'S BAKUGO" he says slamming his wrist on the seat in front of him making Kaminari jump. "Oh yeah Bakugo! Well it's my turn to mix cutie, put everything on me" and with this you hang up. "Okay let's go!"

Denki was used to come often to see you, having a drink always waiting sleeping at your house since you were living on top of the nightclub. His drink were free since they knew he was your brother. Everyone knows him. You started to work here two years ago, you loved everything about night life, you had fun , free drinks and a good salary.

They made their way inside as the music get louder but Denki knew you haven't start yet , it's not your style of music. They take a sit in the VIP lounge beside the scene. They ordered drinks after fighting to know who were going to sip on soda all night and Sero took the responsability.

You step on scene talking with the current dj , plugging your mixing board moving your hip to the music.

"Oh! Hey Bakugo are you listening?" Kirishima waves a hand in front of Katsuki's face who is staring at something in the distance making him come to his senses. "hm.. what?" he shakes his head "here" he said handing him his glass of whiskey. He takes a sip on his glass before leaning to talk to Denki "So this is your sister?" he asks pointing his glass in your direction as your wave to them "Yes, well actually it's my twin sister" he replied waving back.

Bakugo leaned back on the leathered couch watching you as you play your first music. He couldn't take his eyes off you, he couldn't believe how good you were looking, his eyes stopped on your hips shaking from side to side, how your boobies were bouncing evertime you were jumping to the beat. Your long blonde hair swiping on your ass made him bite on his lower lip.

He was never very interested in girls , never hanging out. There was no lack of opportunities but he always refused, stating that he had no time to start a relationship but there you were making him forget everything around him. He couldn't even think straigh everytime your were eyeing them flashing a smile to you brother.

2 hours passed as you finally step out the scene to take a break. "Ah she's finally coming" Kimi lifting his head up his phone, Mina were already up dancing with Sero that she begged to come and not leave her alone. Kirishima has already gone out to smoke a cigaret and Bakugo has waited all the time for you to come, he could see everything of you closer.

"Heyy~" You jump inside Denki's arm smiling wild. "it's been two weeks that you didn't come ,I missed your face so much" you says pinching his cheeks "Hey y/n , I-I missed y-you too" he replied escaping from your grip. You turn your gaze to his friend who was already giving you his full attention "Hi!" you turn around the table sitting behind him leaning closer speaking louder as the music drowned out the sound of your voice. Your perfume reachs his nostrils, it's sweet and flowery. Probably cherry blossoms, or lilac.

"So you are the birthday boy!" He only nods "Well happy birthday! I'm y/n Kaminari nice to meet you" you extend your hand to him which he gladly shakes. "I'm coming back!" You look up at your sibling showing you his cigaret and you nod before lifting your hand to the barman who knew exatly what you were taking. "Mina and Sero talked a lot about you!" You lean back looking at the blond boy sitting beside you. "What? You know them?" he looks at you blank "Well , yeah Denki is otfen coming with them and there is Eij' too" his eyes opens wide at the nickname , only his closes friends were calling him Eij' "How the fuck do I not know you yet if you know everyone"

"Because you never

back up sighing in relief and facing the man in front of you "I'm free tomorrow night." you look up try to catch his eyes as you pull you dress down your ass. "no." it's harsh and cold. He lift his eyes on yours. "I'm not waiting tomorrow, we're leaving now."

wants to move your fucking ass!" You glance up to see Kirishima's coming back with your glass and sitting on your side wrapping his arm around your shoulders. " Thanks Eij' " you sit on your drink moving your body against the couch giving an opportunity to Bakugo, he gets up and give you his hand "Wanna dance?" You finish your drink in one time and stand up poking at Kiri's cheek before taking Katsuki's hand as he head you on the dancefloor.

You turn your back to him getting closer to his chest , his hand resting on your hips as they swiped from side to side to the beat like when you were mixing. He pulls you even more close moving with you , your ass making friction against his crotch. "You're making me crazy.." he said in your ears making your shivers as his breath hits the back of your neck. You leans your head on his should smirking moving your ass harder making him growls.

You knew him from a long time, the first time you saw him was on Kimi's instagram and you couldn't get over how good looking he were. Hoping he would shows up sometimes but he never cames. You never made a big deal, it's wasn't the only good looking guy you saw, but he had something you couldn't get over.

Your head spins as he places soft kisses over your neck, tightening his grips around your waist. "Let's go" you turn around meeting his eyes before being pulled away from the crowd. In a minute you were pushed inside girl's toilet as he lock them behind both of you before smacking your lips together slidding his hand at the back of your neck , tongues fighting but you lose fast. His hand went down to grip your thigh "fuck- look at how short this fucking dress is!" he tugs at the hem of your red silky dress pulling away from the kiss "turn around" he orders and you obey instantly resting your hand on the wall.

He raises your dress up your ass kneeling in front of it pulling your dripping pantie to the side and sliding a fingers between your lips making a moans escape your mouth. "Look how wet you are! Is it for me?" you open your mouth to anwser as his slides a finger inside of you making you cry with pleasure, you jump when he slams his hand at your ass "Didn't I ask you something?" he adds a second finger "y-yes all f-for y-you..!" your eyes rolls to the back of your head as he curl his fingers inside you. "Do you wanna cum doll?" you couldn't hide it even if you wanted to, nobody never made you feel like this.

"y-yes p-please Bak-" he cuts you off "It's monsieur" he takes his fingers out replacing them by his tongue sucking hardly on your clit making you arches your back "cum" it tooks only a few second before reaching your climax cuming in his mouth "you taste so fucking good, I can wait to fuck this pretty pussy of yours" he gets on his feets. you can hear his belt undone and the zip of his jeans before feeling the tip of his cock tickeling your entrance making him all wet.

"P-please" you look behind you to meet his eyes, his hand grip your neck leaning to kiss you starving for your lips "please what?" he takes his hand away from your neck petting your hair "P-please just fuck me alr- aah" he makes you chocke on your words when he slams himself into you. "fuck!" he growls "S-so thigh" he pulls your hair back arching you going deeper and deeper inside of you. "You're taking my cock so well princess!" you whine as you well your second orgasme coming fast, tears forming on the corner of your eyes "cum over my cock, come on" you can't hold back anymore, you see white and your legs becomes weak as he hit your sensitive point making you cum all over him.

You can hear him moans your name loudly as he pull out plumping himself two;three time. Cums dripping down your ass to your tight he presses kissed down your back as you try to catch your breath. "wait don't move" he says taking some paper toilet and wipping all the mess you both made. You both freeze as you hear a familiar voice. "y/n ?" Mina calls you knocking on the doors "Y-yeah I am coming!" you reply fast and you hear the door closing back as she leave.

You pulls your pantie

[randomimaginesideas]

Yearning hearts (Klaus x reader)

Request; Can I request Klaus x reader with prompts 36, 40, 41, and 42 plz also, I was thinking maybe it could be about you being friends with benefits because you lived next to the Umbrella Academy and y’all have been best friends since y’all were kids and you helped him when he was struggling and the love continued to grow. Now, your both scared of relationships so you become friends with benefits. But nothing ever goes right with that right? so y’all confess and FLUFF

36. “What are we?”

40. ”I’m much more when I’m with you.”

41. “If I did anything right in my life it was when I gave my heart to you.”

42. “Only you can give me that feeling.”

Summary;  You live your whole life next to the famous umbrella academy, and you found yourself in friendship with none other than Klaus hargreeves. Growing up together feelings start te develop, but will they ever talk about it?

A/N; What’s this? I actually have written an request. If you want to be in my taglist just pm me or message me. I’m hoping to start to write more since S2 is just out, en i got my nursing degree so let’s hope things go good. 

Trigger warnings; none I believe,

You were just sitting in your kitchen, as a 12 year old, reading the newest newspaper. There was a new article about the umbrella academy. You could hear the cheering outside from the crowd. Having lived next door to the umbrella academy for as long you can remember you are used to the cheering. The most annoying part was making your way through the crowd when you needed to go to the city. 

Then you heard a lot of cheering in the small alleyway next to your house, and the sound of footsteps running. Then back door opened, in walk a boy as he quickly shut the door. The cheering went past your house and further into the street. 

The boy who had just entered your kitchen looked through the window in the door. “They’re gone.” You said which startled the boy. ‘Oh, sorry for barging in like that.’ You took in his appearance. He was wearing a umbrella academy uniform, and had black hair. You looked at the picture in the newspaper. ‘You’re number 4.’ You said standing up from your kitchen chair. ‘And you are the girl next door.’ Number 4 said grabbing a glass from one of your kitchen cabinets. 

‘Name’s (Y/N). Want to play video games with me? My parents aren’t home.’ The boy just smiled at you.

***

“Klaus!” You yelled when Klaus jumped next to you in the bed. You were just sleeping peacefully in your bed, now as a 16 year old, when Klaus had used the spare key to get inside your house and jump on the bed next to you. 

You turned around in you bed to look at him. He had a bottle of whiskey in his hands. ‘Fight with your father again?’ You guessed, grabbing the whiskey bottle and placing it next to your bed. Then you put your arm around him. ‘You could say that.’ He sighed. ‘My siblings thought it would be fun to join the fun.’ He said placing himself against you. ‘I’m sorry Klaus.’ You said as you stroked his hair.  ‘I’m so glad I met you (Y/N). I don’t know what I would do without you.’ He said placing his forehead against yours. ‘You would have probably been a drunk two years prior.’ You joked and Klaus laughed. ‘True story.’ He said as he looked at you, and then at your lips. And then he pressed them to yours.

***

You, now a 28 year old, rolled of Klaus naked, grabbing the sheets to cover yourself up. “Well, that was fun as always.” Klaus said leaning over you to grab his cigarettes from your night stand. While Klaus lit himself one you started at the ceiling. You have been thinking of your situation recently. Ever since Klaus had kissed you when you were 16 you have been friends with benefits so to speak.

You wanted to be more with him but every time you had gathered enough courage to tell him, something else came in between. You had to travel to world for your work, or Klaus had problems with the umbrella academy. It never felt like the right time. You had also tried to date other people but they never compared to Klaus. They never made you feel the same way. But you saw no point in avoiding it anymore. You were almost 30, Klaus was already 30. You should be able to talk about your feelings, and if he didn’t return them you would get closure and maybe even move on. 

‘Klaus, what are we?’ You asked him, tightening your hold on the sheets, afraid of the answer. Klaus was silent for a while. ‘What do you want us to be?’ He asked while leaning on his elbow and looking at you. ‘I don’t know Klaus. I only know two things.’ You said trailing his chest with your fingers to avoid looking up at him. ‘One, I know that what this is what we are doing right now is the best and the worst feeling in the world.’ You looked up into his eyes.’And two, I know only you can give me that feeling.’

Klaus grabbed your hand that was stroking his chest and pressed a kiss against your fingers. ‘I know that I am so much more when I’m with you. I am not just number four, or just a member of the umbrella academy. I’m just Klaus.’ Klaus said and he gave a light chuckle. ‘And as just Klaus, I made a lot of mistakes, but I gave you my heart a long time ago. One of the mistakes was not to tell it to you sooner. But things happened, and you got boyfriends and everytime you broke up. I just wanted to yell from the rooftops that I like you but I didn’t and I will regret those mistakes all my life.’ Klaus paused for a moment and placed his hand against your cheek. ‘But I will never regret walking into your kitchen when I was 14, because it gave me my biggest accomplishment in my life time. Because if I did anything right in my life it was when I gave my heart to you.’

And then he pressed his lips against yours, and you could feel that this wasn’t just a friends with benefits kiss, but a kiss that meant something more. And you knew…

that from now own your hearts belonged to each other.