#smash cake complete

[amethystsoda]

smash 🤓☝️

[cookieofearthbread]

SMASH OR PASS - NOT ACCEPTING

Anon

Smash or Pass + Hollyberry (Angel Cake)

"WHO WOULDN'T WANT TO SMASH THE HERO OF PASSION!?!" Angel Cake spoke loudly, her arms press against the table, whilst she lean her body over. Her eyes sparkling brightly as a huge smile could be seen on her face.

"She's the only strongest cookie around! And the fact she fought a dragon! I would totally allow her to wrestle me to the body if she asks for it... As it would be one of the sweetest thing to ever happen to me!"

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Anon

Smash or Pass + Caramel Arrow (Angel Cake)

"Once again, it's a smash for me!~ She may not be the Hero of Passion.... But I can tell she's the strong type which makes her really hot~" The Cookie hummed happily, pressing her hand against her cheek, before tilting it.

"... I bet she's the type to step on cookies which if she steps on me then I would totally thank her for it... And well if she isn't.... I will still admire her appearance from her distance and just think how awesome she is.... Ah..... I do hope I get to see her fight! I bet it would be soooo cool to see~"

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Anon

Smash or Pass + Raspberry (Angel Cake)

"Ahhhhhhhh..... I'm so mad! Why do all the choices I get are so.... Simply amazing and smashable?!? I mean.... Look at her! She's a swordswoman! So no doubt she can kick ass and take names!~ And I would be perfectly fine if she took my name!" Angel Cake mumbled, pouting to herself, and crossing her arms.

"Why is there so many pretty and hot girls...? It makes me so jealous.... But at least I can treat all their wounds when I come across them and show off my healing skills!~"

[venusstorm]

𝘽𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙃𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙨

The time in which you gifted Bucky Barnes an adorable little keychain for his motorcycle.

ෆ Warnings: 18+ – MINORS DNI, fluff, insecurity, Bucky can’t stop lifting you up

ෆ Bucky Barnes x Reader

ෆ w/c: 1.2k

̟ ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟

"Isn't this yours, honeybee?" Bucky questions, dangling the bright yellow bumblebee with a pastel pink heart in his hand. He inspects it carefully, turning it around before offering it back to you.

You shake your head, "It was, yea...but..."

Bucky stares at you expectantly and suddenly the entire idea sounded foolish. You couldn't help but envision him laughing at you, snorting at how ridiculous he'd look flying down the highway with your dumb keychain flapping in the wind. It'd stick out like a sore thumb against his jet-black bike, the rev of his engine alone probably sending the poor bee soaring into the clouds.

"I put it in there by accident," you laugh nervously, reaching out for the tiny bee. But his hands clenched tightly around the keychain before you could grab it.

Almost tauntingly he lets it hang in front of your face, staring at you with a half smile.

"On accident?" He hums. "So the keychain that's been on your backpack since the day I met you just somehow found its way into my birthday present?"

You shrug. "I took it off and must've misplaced it."

His eyes glimmer with question but instead of pushing further, he lets it go. He shrugs, "Okay."

Your face falls as he hands the keychain back to you. You squeeze the poor ball of fluff, trying your best not to belittle yourself for being so nervous.

It's for the best, you told yourself. I'm sure he doesn't want some weird form of "staking claim" on his bike. His buddies would make fun of him for it anyway. It's better if it stays with me. Yea. Better.

Hurriedly you try to direct your attention away from your thoughts, shoving the keychain into your pocket.

Your solemn expression brightens into excitement. "I have another surprise!"

You take Bucky's hand, leading him towards your living room which noticeably had a different ambiance than usual. He happily trails behind you, watching your joyous face with adoration.

Every time he's with you his brain goes fuzzy. You allow him to decompress, relax, and think about nothing besides the moment he's in. He craves getting off of work and coming straight to your apartment, still sweaty and dirty from working at the bar, and yet you run up and give him the biggest hug. "Hang on, let me take a shower, honeybee." But you'd ignore him, smashing your lips against his until he gives up rationalizing and allows you to strip him bare.

"I know it's kind of corny and if you'd rather go out and celebrate I completely understand. I just thought this would..."

He can't focus on your words. Not as he's looking at what you had done. Candles lit around the room, the whole place smelling of warm vanilla and cinnamon. Fairy lights twinkled around the ceiling, draping over the windows. The coffee table has been shoved to the side and in its place is a bundle of blankets and floor pillows. Balloons and streamers are scattered across the room, and finally, he zones in on the blue and white cake.

"Happy Birthday James!" it reads. He could tell that you made it because of the bright red heart dotting the i.

He whispers your name in pure disbelief.

"Yes?" You stare up at him with admiration. You truly love this man and want to do everything in your power to show it.

"C'mere, baby." Bucky scoops you up into a hug, hiking you up until your legs are wrapped around his waist. He holds you close against his chest, kissing you sweetly. "You did all this for me?"

You nod, eyes wide as he stares at your lips. A look of pure hunger ravishes you. Bucky presses his forehead against yours, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

He couldn't recall a time before you when his heart felt as if it would beat out of his chest. Nor a time when his eyes became so glazed over with pure adoration that he swore he'd cry right then and there. He was hesitant about this future, the new world that he found himself forced to live in. But the moment he saw your sweet smile for the first time, all that faded away.

"Thank you, Princess." You whimper as he whispers into your ear, his hands traveling up the Henley that you stole from his drawer. He didn't mind you stealing his clothes. The first time he caught you he handed you a pile of his shirts, begging you to take them and wear them as your own.

He kisses your shoulder softly. "Thank you for being here for me."

"For taking the time to know me and care for me."

His lips press against your neck, a soft groan rumbling within his throat. "I still remember the day we met...felt like the universe was finally giving me my happy ending."

You state his name breathlessly. "I'm supposed to be celebrating you, not the other way around."

He ignores your remark, his eyes narrowing as his brain begins to churn. "Do you trust me, sweetheart?"

You respond without hesitation. "With everything."

"And you'll always tell me the truth, right?"

You nod reassuringly.

He releases his grip on your legs, setting you back onto the ground. "So tell me what this is about." His hand shoots into your pocket, pulling out the black and yellow bee. He squeezes it in his hand before laying it out in his palm.

"I told you–"

He raises an eyebrow, "The truth."

You didn't want to come off as too clingy and you didn't want to hear Bucky reject your gift. Thank you baby but...it's a little childish. You could hear the words flowing from his lips perfectly. He'd hate it.

"I–"

Bucky pulls you closer. His eyes flooded with warmth. "Please."

"It was for your bike," you whisper. "And before you say anything. I know it's dumb...that's why I took it back."

"My bike?"

You nod wordlessly. "I thought it'd be cute if you had a little piece of me wherever you go. But the more I thought about it the more I realized how stupid it'd probably look. I mean...none of the other guys have–"

Bucky cuts you off, lifting you off the ground and back into his arms. "Oh, baby...is this what you were hiding?"

You nod sheepishly. "It's stupid."

He shakes his head. "It's perfect. You're perfect. M'gonna tie this onto it right now, honeybee. The guys are going to be so fucking jealous when they see what you got me."

Your lips broaden into a smile. "Really?"

Bucky hugs you tightly, his hand caressing your head against his shoulder. "Gotta let the whole world know I've got the most thoughtful, gorgeous person by my side. M'never taking it off, baby. It goes where I go now."

You squeal as he races into the garage with you in his arms, flicking the lights on and heading towards his bike. He sets you down gently, making a show of the keychain in his hand before attaching it to his key ring. Happily, he throws his leg over the bike, twisting the ignition. The bike roars to life and the sight of your bright yellow bee against the black exterior makes you burst out into laughter.

Bucky grins. "See? It's perfect, baby. Told you."

[bluesidez]

GymRat!Miguel Part 5

content warning: very fluffy, PDA ➡️ something in which the reader is shy about and Miguel is hungry for, Miguel’s bday is 10/13 here, it gets suggestive so MINORS BEWARE, George O’Hara is NOT abusive in this story and he will be Mexican here idc idc idc, some mentions of food (deer meat at one point), some of the gym photos are white men (my deepest apologies, I just want y’all to have an idea of the pose 😔)

word count: 4.3k (just nod and smile. she's thicc like me😗)

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GymRat!Miguel who learns your schedule front to back. He’s always there to walk you to your classes and carry your heavy bags and purses. Sometimes he’ll meet you outside of your dorm, sometimes you’ll send him your location and he’ll come running. Now, you both walk into the lab building hand in hand and leave the building swinging hands. You used to despise those lovey-dovey couples who were stuck in their own world, but now you could understand them completely. They were still a little annoying, though.

GymRat!Miguel who makes a habit of sending you post workout pictures in the early mornings. His go-to poses are the worm’s eye under-chest, the standing mirror, the bench mirror, and the back mirror. The last one was specific to his dorm bathroom, too shy to take his shirt completely off. Your thorough praises made him feel warm, but sometimes you let more silly things slip.

“You could probably choke me with your thighs and I’d be thankful”

“Baby don’t say that. :(( I would never hurt you”

“Oh so you can want me to sit and lay on you but I can’t ask for the same? Wow. The double standards”

“That’s not fair. You should sit on me. I can take it and I want it. Thoroughly.”

“Oh! So you’re saying I’m not strong enough. Got it.”

“Baby I never said that!”

“Whatever Miguel 🙄”

“ㅜㅜ”

“You never answered me though. Will you sit on me?”

“Go get ready for class 😒”

“😞”

GymRat!Miguel who tells you that his birthday is coming up at the last minute possible. You berate him for telling you so late and kick yourself for not asking sooner, but you still manage to get a reservation at one of the fancy local restaurants.

You pull out all of the stops you could. A gift card from Smoothie King, a pair of slippers to match yours, the newest Final Fantasy game, and a muscle bunny keychain to match your muscle bear keychain. He was your big teddy bear, after all.

You handed him the gifts after the staff brought out a chocolate cake with sparklers on it while singing at the top of their lungs. The chocolate syrup read “Happy Birthday Miguel 🤎” around the plate.

Miguel’s smile got bigger as he took the gifts out one by one. He paused when he got to the cards: one a birthday card and the other a thick “open when…” manilla envelope.

The birthday card was simple and sweet. It was the other stuff you were worried about. You found these cute ideas about letters and notes to leave for your significant other. You had one for anger, sadness, needing a hug, sickness, boredom, and even one for wanting a kiss. You remember Jess walking in on you with your lips smashed against the cardstock, trying to get a bunch of kiss marks to cut out. She just sighed out a “young love” and carried on to her side of the room.

“It’s only been a short time since we’ve been dating, but Thanksgiving and Christmas break are coming up so I wanted to leave you with something for when you can’t reach me.”

Your heart is thumping as Miguel takes the cards out, reading their envelopes.

What you don’t expect is for Miguel to start crying.

You startle a bit, scared that the gift is awful, but he lets out a watery thank you, flustered from everything.

You quickly make your way to his side of the table and hug him. You wipe at his eyes and chuckle at his cuteness, telling him you were afraid he didn’t like it.

He shakes his head, breathes deep and slow to calm his emotions.

“No, I will definitely be using all of these. I really appreciate this. Everything. I’m not sure how you were able to do all of this, but I’m thankful that you did.”

You couldn’t take it. Here he was with dewey eyes and red tinting his cheeks. It was cuteness overload.

You face him towards you and lean forward, connecting his lips to yours.

GymRat!Miguel who stares at you stunned when you lean back. That was your first kiss with him. His first kiss with you and he was sitting here with his cheeks damp and nose sniffling away.

“I-” his heart picks up and he’s opening and closing his mouth. He was short circuiting.

“Can we- I mean if it’s ok, can we do that again?” Miguel stutters out.

You simply nod your head and lean in again, this time tilting your head.

The cards in Miguel’s hands drop to the table and his breathing stops. Your lips were soft and full. Another fraction of his dreams that were nothing compared to the real thing.

He could only hear his heartbeat and the soft jazz music in the restaurant when he let up for air.

This was definitely the best gift of the night.

GymRat!Miguel who doesn’t have the capacity to be embarrassed when the waiter comes and asks if you two need anything while he’s leaning down for another kiss.

He just got to kiss his dream girl. Who cares if the waiter saw him kiss you some more?

You jump when the waiter’s hands come close to you two as he picks up an empty dinner plate. You look to the waiter awkwardly to apologize and ask for the check.

This just makes Miguel want to pull you in his lap and kiss you as the entire staff goes by.

GymRat!Miguel who wants you to feed him bites of his cake. You happily agree, especially since he was the birthday boy. His eyes never leave you the whole time.

GymRat!Miguel who grabs the check before you can pick it up. He doesn’t want you to pay for the meal.

“Miguel, it’s your birthday. I picked the restaurant and reserved the seats,” you say a little whiney.

“But I want to pay for the dinner,” Miguel pouts as he holds the check out of your reach.

When he got like this, it was hard to change his mind.

“If you let me pay, I’ll give you another kiss.”

“Just one?” Miguel brings the check back to your level, squinting at you.

You sigh, “I’ll give you ten.”

“Deal.”

Miguel gives you the check with a giddy smile and you slap your card on it.

The kisses still don’t stop him from taking over the tip.

So stubborn.

GymRat!Miguel who texts Gabriel once he’s back in his dorm. He sends pictures of everything from the food to the cake to the gifts.

“Look at what my baby did for me 🤪”

“The same one you left at the party even tho you blew up my phone about her for weeks? 😕”

“Yes…I didn’t do it on purpose. Me and her talked about it already”

“jk jk it wasn’t your fault”

“No way she got you final fantasy. Dana barely got me a cupcake”

“This just proves that my gf is better”

“Tbf tho you and Dana are still in high school”

“Ohhhh my god. You turn one more year older than me and all of a sudden you have the wisdom of a sage. SHUT UP 😭”

“I’ll literally be in college next year”

“AND ANYWAY you’ve never shown me this so-called gf. How do Ik you haven’t gone insane?”

Miguel clicked the back of his teeth in annoyance. Peter walked by him with his eyebrow raised and Miguel just waved his hand.

He sent a picture he took of you from tonight. You looked amazing in that dress and your eyes were beautiful and deep. You were smiling at him from across the table.

“First you try to steal Dana from me and now you get her”

“It’s crazy how this world is so anti-Gabriel”

“What are you yapping about”

“And I didn’t take ANYTHING from you 🫵🏽”

“We were 6 and 7 and you couldn’t push her hard enough on the swings. When will you get over that?”

“It burns all the same”

“You should give me her number and I can let you experience that feeling”

“Gabriel.”

“Show her what a real O’Hara is like”

“Cabrón”

“You’re so lucky I’m not next to you right now”

“THE BIG C WORD?”

“I’m telling mom you called me that btw”

“All because I wanted to meet your gf ☹️”

“Bastard”

“I’M TELLING MOM YOU CALLED ME THAT! WTF?”

It wasn’t long before Miguel’s mom was calling his phone to berate him. He pressed the green button, air pushing out of his nose as his mom’s face filled up the screen.

Peter looked bug eyed as Conchata’s rapid fire words filled the room.

“Ma! That’s so not fair! Gabri called me a bastard!”

There was a quick pause as his mom made a face that he knew all too well. Miguel heard Gabriel yelp as a sandal made a loud impact with his skin.

Miguel heard Gabriel cry out as his mom took off her other shoe, ready to aim, “MIGUEL HAS A GIRLFRIEND!”

Miguel just threw his phone on the bed and groaned. He could hear Peter snickering from his desk.

“What girlfriend? Miguel! Where are you? Come back and answer me,” Conchata’s voice got louder and louder. “I can’t believe you two! You would think this distance meant that you two wouldn’t fight like you’re still sleeping in the same room.”

“We’re not fighting,” Gabriel said. He smirks as he gets in the camera next to his mom. “Miguel is still hiding things from you, though.”

Miguel picked the phone up again with a frown on his face. Gabriel just stuck his tongue out like the brat he was.

“Mijo, what’s going on?” his mom asked, concern in her voice. “First, it was the party and now this. Do you need to come home?”

“No, ma,” Miguel sighed. “Nothing is wrong. Everything is fine now. Great even.”

“Then why haven’t you told me about this girlfriend of yours?”

“We just started dating. It’s still very new,” Miguel chose his words carefully. Ever since his second seamster in high school, she’s been super sensitive towards him and his feelings. Knowing her, she might give you a hard time. He didn’t want that for you just yet. “I didn’t want to introduce you to her until we were more solid.”

“I think a girl that helps to organize the take down of a sorority in your honor is pretty solid,” Gabriel comments off camera.

“She did that?!” Conchata stares at Miguel with furrowed brows.

Miguel only nods, lips wound in a tight line.

“Oh well, mijo, I have to meet this girl!”

“I don’t think-”

“Let me know when she’s free to come home with you! Maybe over Thanksgiving?”

“Ma, she has her own family-”

“Ok I have to go now! I have to catch my shows. Call me more often or I’ll have to come up there!”

The room fell silent as the call ended and Miguel was met with his messages with Gabriel again.

“CHECKMATE!”

Miguel still wanted to throttle him.

GymRat!Miguel who’s super excited when Halloween comes and you want to wear couple costumes. He hasn’t done costumes since early middle school. Growing up meant realizing that some people your age want to grow up. Fast. No one wanted to dress up in silly costumes anymore or go trick-or-treating. Sure, the scary stories were fun but at that age, he wanted to eat candy all night, not teepee houses and run in the woods.

He’s hanging out on his bed chatting with Mary Jane and Peter while you get ready in the bathroom. The theater and art department collaborated together to host a costume party. This time, Miguel wouldn’t leave your side. Maybe if you had to pee, he would consider waiting awkwardly by the door. He didn’t want the same mistake to happen.

The two of you decide to go as Starfire and Nightwing grouping up with MJ and Peter who dress up as Raven and Beast Boy for a Teen Titans theme.

The costume is pretty tight but he has to admit, it looks great on his build.

You walk out of the bathroom with a cheery “I’m ready!”

It’s definitely not ideal that his suit is so tight.

The skirt is hugging your body in every which way. The cut-outs at your hips had his fingers twitching. To top it off, the diamond cut out for your chest left him internally screaming.

Peter whistled from his desk and MJ hollered about how good you looked. You smiled bashfully, doing a 360.

Miguel wanted to shove MJ and Peter out of the room to reenact what Starfire and Nightwing actually got up to when they were by themselves.

You walk up to him and flip your flaming hair back playfully.

“Do you like it?” you ask, peering up at him.

“I think he more than likes it,” Peter mumbles out in a stage whisper. MJ elbows him softly in the stomach.

Miguel spins you around, “Fuck yeah.”

Your laugh falls out of you, surprised at his curt reaction.

“Honestly, you two can go ahead to the party and we’ll just hang out here,” Miguel said, face as serious as ever as he wrapped himself around you from behind.

“No, no, no! You can do whatever you want after the party. Keep it in, buddy,” Peter says as he starts to guide everyone to the door.

Miguel keeps himself attached to you all night.

GymRat!Miguel who helps you bring your things to your car for Thanksgiving break. It’ll only be a week but he feels like he might not make it.

“You’ll see me again next Sunday, Miggy” you say to him as he’s bent over you with the biggest pout out ever.

“I’m still gonna miss you,” Miguel leans further with his forehead on yours. “Wish you could come with me.”

“Maybe over the winter break we can plan a time to meet outside of school.”

Miguel just sighs dramatically.

You decide to say fuck it and kiss him in the middle of the almost empty parking garage.

Miguel doesn’t let up now that you’ve given him an inch. He’s holding you by your hips, your face, your waist, anything to get closer. He moans a bit into your mouth as you open up.

You wrap your arms around his neck and whisper, “I really have to get on the road now, baby. And so do you.”

Miguel slumps as he guides you to your driver’s seat. You roll the window down and pucker your lips for another kiss.

Miguel obliges easily and asks, “Call me when you get there?”

“Of course,” you say.

He stands and watches you drive off, missing you already.

GymRat!Miguel who is almost knocked down when he opens the door to his home. Gabriel is wrapped around him like a koala, squeezing away.

Miguel laughs and rubs his back, relieved that he’s not heavy enough to knock him over.

“It’s good to see you too, Gabri,” Miguel laughs.

Conchata peaks around the corner and almost cries at the sight.

“My boys!” She coos while coming to the door. “George! Come help Miguel with his bags!”

Miguel waddles in with Gabriel still clinging to him. He’s glad to be home.

GymRat!Miguel who gets your call in the middle of Gabriel watching him play Final Fantasy. He pauses the game and runs to his room, Gabriel yelling at him to come back and unpause the game.

You tell that you made it home and that you’ll call him later.

You blow a kiss at the screen and he catches it with glee before you end the call.

Miguel is glad you left before Gabriel opens his door like that one big bird meme.

“Was that her?” he asks, voice excited. “Is she still on the phone?”

“Yes. No. Why are you eavesdropping like a creep?”

“I wasn’t eavesdropping! It just dawned on me a little too late that you left to go talk to her.”

“Whatever,” Miguel groaned. “Let’s just get back to the game.”

“You know you can’t hide her from me forever, right?” Gabriel says, skipping next to Miguel.

“I’m not trying to. But you being a weirdo will make me want to.”

Conchata passes by them with a laundry basket on her hip, “Who’s hiding something?”

“Nobody!” Both Miguel and Gabriel shout in her direction and run back to their game.

Conchata rolls her eyes and continues to her bedroom.

GymRat!Miguel who becomes overwhelmed on Thanksgiving Day. It’s as if every close and distant relative was here. The first floor was full of people. As much as Miguel puts on, he’s never been an much of an extrovert.

He’s up in his room taking a breather. He pulls out one of the cards you gifted him. The one for when he missed your kisses.

He opens and pulls out a letter. There’s instructions on it.

“Each shade is for a different feeling!”

There was a cute chibi doodle of you kissing him on the cheeks at the bottom of the letter. He saw that there was a shade for nervousness/being overwhelmed.

He pulls out a polaroid of you and opens the bag of glossy paper kisses. He flips one and it reads, “Breathe slow and steady 10 times. Kiss me when you’re done.”

He does as you say and brings the paper to his lips. It even smells like you. Sweet. Fruity.

He smiles to himself and takes out one more.

GymRat!Miguel who finally lets Gabriel talk to you on Friday.

“He can be a bit annoying. I’m warning you now,” Miguel says.

“Don’t say that, Miggy. He’s your brother! He’s allowed to bother you at least a little. ”

Miguel yells for Gabriel to come in and he’s running to snatch Miguel’s phone.

“Hi! My name is Gabriel, the better O’Hara. It’s so nice to finally meet you!”

“Oh my gosh,” Miguel watches as you gasp. “It’s like another Miguel!”

Miguel snickers as Gabriel groans loudly in annoyance.

“I don’t look like him. He looks like me!” Gabriel pouts.

“Well, you both sport that same O’Hara pout.”

Gabriel and you chat for a long time. Miguel had to cut the conversation short when Gabriel started to tell embarrassing stories from their childhood.

“Alright, you’re done,” Miguel says and snatches the phone back.

“Aw, but we were just getting to the good stuff!”

“Yeah!” you say. “I wanna know how you messed up the science lab in middle school!”

“Nuh uh, Gabri is running his mouth too much. Get out.”

“I can’t wait to see you in person!” Gabriel shouts as Miguel pushes him towards the door. “You can meet my girlfriend too! She’ll love you!”

“I can’t wait,” you say, laughing as Miguel struggles to detach Gabriel’s fingers from the doorway.

GymRat!Miguel who talks to you on the phone until you fall asleep. You look adorable as you’re blissful to the outside world. Your cheek is squished on your pillow.

He has the urge to bite it like it’s mochi.

“Buenas noches, mi amor,” he whispers before he closes his eyes, falling asleep to the sound of your breaths.

He didn’t know that you were still partially awake to hear him.

GymRat!Miguel who picks you up and spins you around after the break. You squeal in shock, surprised that he could pick you up in the first place.

“Baby, I lift much heavier weights at the gym. This is nothing,” Miguel stares at you as if you have two heads when you comment on it.

You’re in a daydream the rest of the day because of that fact.

GymRat!Miguel who joins you on your late study nights in the library closer to finals. You two always sit at one of the tables hidden by the giant bookshelves.

It was nice and cozy. Quiet and roomy.

It was also a great place to makeout.

Every time you got a set of flashcards memorized, Miguel would pull you in his lap and devour you with kisses. It was a great motivation and a welcomed distraction.

It always ended up getting a little too heated and Miguel would have to excuse himself to go to the bathroom.

Sometimes you would feel so delirious that you wanted him to stay so you could crawl under the table and take care of his problems for him.

That was definitely the multiple late nights talking.

GymRat!Miguel who is super bummed out by the time Christmas break starts because you two can’t find a proper time to meet.

You have to visit several other family member’s houses and his biological dad wants his family to join him and his family at some ski resort before the week of Christmas.

George O’Hara was not turning down a free vacation.

You told him to cheer up and enjoy the snow and jacuzzis. Miguel couldn’t help but to think that the jacuzzi would be better with you on top of him in it.

And when Gabriel annoys him, he didn’t mind all that much because that was his baby brother whom he loves dearly. It was when Kron, his step-brother, would run his mouth that Miguel would seriously get annoyed.

He’s been competing with Miguel ever since he caught on to the fact that his dad had a secret love child.

Right now though, he was pissing Miguel off.

First, it was fighting Miguel over a snowboard. Then, it was taking the last elk burger and not even finishing it. Next, trying to knock him off balance right as he got off of the ski lift.

It was as if he was 8 and not 20.

His final straw was when he was being a dick towards Gabriel. All Gabriel was trying to do was bring them together and Kron cursed at him.

Even Miguel doesn’t tell Gabriel to fuck off.

“What is up with you? Don’t cuss at him. He didn’t do anything to you,” Miguel unlocks himself from his snowboard, ready to leave.

“It’s ok, Migs,” Gabriel held his hand out, knowing how this could end.

“No it’s not. He’s been nothing but a dickhead to you, to us, this entire trip. I’m sick of it. Go be annoying somewhere else, Kron.”

“Dad,” Miguel shouts out. Both George and Tyler looked over at him in concern. Miguel didn’t feel like directing himself towards a specific person. “I’m going to the room, I’ll be back down for dinner.”

Tyler wanted to run after him. George was eyeing Tyler for even reacting to Miguel’s cries. Nancy and Conchata just stood in confusion.

“He, uh, he probably just needs a breather. Maybe he’ll talk to his girlfriend!” Gabriel said trying to lighten the mood.

“Girlfriend? What girlfriend? I didn’t hear about any girlfriend,” Tyler says, saddened that he was being left out.

“Shit,” Gabriel mumbled to himself.

“You don’t live in our home, Tyler. Of course you don’t know,” George says, a bit peeved.

“What George means to say is that it’s all new. Fresh! Even I haven’t met the girl,” Conchata slides in matter of factly.

“Tyler should know her, being that she was the one who emailed him with our son’s case,” George grumbled out.

Tyler turned to Gabriel, “Jessica?”

“Uh, no.”

Tyler then says your name with a fondness. As if he knew you like an old friend. “She was quite compelling with her words!”

“So the two of you know of her and I still don’t even know what she looks like. I never thought this day would come,” Conchata held her gloved hand over her forehead like she was about to faint.

“Why don’t we host a small dinner next year? We can get to know her that way,” Nancy chimes in.

“Guys, I really don’t think that’s necessary-”

“Nonsense, Gabriel. If this girl was willing to do something so brave for Miguel we have to meet her,” Tyler grips Gabriel’s shoulder tight. A grip that could rival his brother’s.

“That’s a great idea, Tyler! Nice co-parenting move!” Conchata holds her fist out for him to bump. He does it proudly and they walk towards one of the cabins while Nancy follows behind, discussing dinner ideas.

George only scoffs and stomps off to his room mirroring Miguel’s mannerisms.

Gabriel was screwed once Miguel finds out.

GymRat!Miguel who waits until Christmas night in his bedroom to open the gift you sent to him. He smiles at your cute message and unfolds the paper to so much. It’s a Spider-man lego mask, a customized hoodie with a doodle of you and him, two picture frames with the two of you from his birthday dinner and the Halloween party, and some polaroids that you warned him to look at by himself later.

His breath shuttered as he took him in. They were all of you in your dorm room. They started off innocent. You were smiling, laughing, staring at the camera. Then they got a little more explicit.

You had on a tank top with no bra. Your cleavage was on display. Some showed your entire body on the bed. Some showed your torso and hips, curvy and full.

Miguel felt faint.

His final straw was the last picture in the stack. It was a picture of you from behind, “Merry Christmas XX” written in cursive across the top. You had on briefs but your ass was still readable, peaking out from the bottom. There was an arch in your back as you looked over your shoulder seductively. What a tease.

You were going to send him to an early grave. And who took these pictures?

All Miguel remembers was shuddering, hips lifting off the bed as he held one of pictures high. He had to bite his shirt as to not startle the entire house.

After he cleans up, he spreads the pictures across his bare chest and clicks a photo with a lazy yet satisfied smile.

You respond back with voice memos, so happy that he loved his gift. You also send some sounding a bit needy.

Miguel calls you and talks with you all night.

This Christmas wasn’t so bad after all.

dividers by: @plutism 🩵

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[yjhzies]

“Sugar, sweet rush.” — YJH

⸝⸝୭ ˚. fluff . one-shot . suggestive

⋆ pairings : jeonghan x f!reader ⋆ warning : teeny tiny suggestive if u squint, reader is mentioned to be inexperienced with baking/cooking (lmk if there's more ^^) ⋆ wc : 1.1k [✉️] · Your 'heaven of recipies' seemed to flop once again, but with Jeonghan here, you won't be upset!

⋆ note — guess who had this idea in her mind since the past 2 weeks yet made no efforts to write it down...? BUT ITS HERE! SO POOF POOF I GUESS 💗💗

You sigh, staring at the mess that laid on the kitchen counter. Attempting to try something new sounded so exciting that you had completely forgotten the fact that you've never baked a cake before.

Maybe this was your sign—to never enter the kitchen for good. Because your so-called ‘heaven of recipes’ trick—a guide book you nicknamed—didn't seem to work this time. Infact, it never did. But you liked to tell yourself, “Better luck next time!”

And Jeonghan, your lovely boyfriend, was your little supporter.

“Hii baby—” Jeonghan halted in his tracks as he stepped into the kitchen, wearing a bathrobe. His baby voice, used specially for you, stopped as well. He blinked his eyes, shifting them on you.

“Did you mess it up?”

“What does it look like, han?” You simply said, closing your eyes as you hung your head low.

“Awh,” Jeonghan cooed, gently hugging you from behind. “It's okay, at least you tried, right?”

“That's not helping, hannie.”

“Hm, really?” Jeonghan pouted, tilting his head to get a better view of your face. His eyes shifted onto the bowl of strawberry filling you had prepared; safe to say it was looking delicious, and Jeonghan was proud of you for that.

However, his eyes gleamed with mischief at the sight of it.

“Then this will,” he said, leaning forward to scoop a handful of the filling, shifting his gaze on you with a playful smirk.

“Huh—” Turning your head to look at him, you were met with strawberry filling smashed on your face.

You gasped and Jeonghan laughed, like a little evil gremlin, wanting to be playful. While you stood there, dumbfounded with your mouth agape.

“Did this help?”

“Hey!” Coming back to your senses, your eyes widen, and without wasting a second, you charge at him with the filling in your hand you just wiped off your face.

“Take that! Take th—”

Jeonghan fired back, grabbing your hands as he continued wiping the filling all over your face, with a cheeky grin.

You both continued. Shouting, laughing, the kitchen becoming way more messier than it already was.

“Okay, okay, okay—” Jeonghan laughed, trying to take a grip of your hand to stop you. His eyes were closed, and he was barely able to keep them open to prevent you from accidentally hitting them.

“No, who started it?” You forced your hand out of his grip and started wiping all the filling over his face.

“Then I should end it too!”

And the next thing you know, Jeonghan has his arms wrapped around your waist tightly as he carries you to the couch.

“Hannie!?” Trying to wiggle yourself out of his surprisingly strong grip, you whined. But he continued walking somewhere with his hands around your lower torso, holding you firm against him.

“There,” your back fell flat against the soft fabric of the couch, and you were met with a cheeky smile on Jeonghan’s face as he slowly hovered above you.

“What are you doing?” You asked with hands resting on his chest, lips curving into a faint smile as your eyebrows furrowed. He pressed himself against you, letting out his tiny giggles.

You both looked like a mess right now. Thankfully, the filling didn't stick to your clothes. You couldn't afford losing your favourite top.

“Mm, I'm craving something sweet right now..” Jeonghan said in a pouty voice, sighing. You tilted your head, confused.

“Like?”

His grin grew wider, and you knew what he was about to do—would you stop him, though? Definitely not.

He tilted his head, closing the distance between you, and pressed his soft lips against yours. Gently moving his lips over yours, he moved his arm on the side of your waist; the other one holding the wrist of your hand that rested against his chest.

A few seconds in, you couldn't hold back your chuckle. Jeonghan opened his eyes, looking at you with an amused look as you both burst into giggles.

“Was that what you planned all along?”

“Maybe,” he smiled softly. “Did it work, though?”

Your smile widens, a faint blush spreading over your cheeks, eyes looking away to the ceiling behind him. “It would be a lie if I said no.”

Jeonghan chuckled, reaching out to squish your cheeks. “Aigoo, you're too cute.” He exaggerated in a baby voice, holding your cheeks in his hands.

Ah, yes, Jeonghan loved baby-ing you. As much of a gremlin he might be, he loved you.

He loved everything about you, and his favourite thing? Grabbing the opportunity to squish your cheeks in his hands as he compliments you in a baby voice.

A knock on the front door startled you both out of your little dreamland. Jeonghan grunted, looking at with puppy eyes as if you could magically make the person waiting outside disappear.

“Can we just leave it?” He pouted, burying his face into your shoulder.

“No, hannie, it might be important.”

“But—”

“Okay, I'll go check—”

“It's okay! I'll go, I'll go.” Jeonghan said, pushing himself off you with a pout on his face. As he got up and made his way to the door, he muttered things under his breath that sounded something like ‘Why do people ruin the moment…’

You chuckled at how his mood immediately switched from grumpy to sweet as soon as he opened the door.

“Hello, is it Yoon Jeongh—” The lady paused, staring at Jeonghan—his face almost covered with sweet strawberry filling. But something more sweeter was his smile as he nodded.

“Yes, it is me.”

The lady smiled awkwardly, immediately handing him the paper to sign. “Please sign this, it's a courier.”

And he did, handing the paper back to her. He bid her goodbye and grabbed the box, making his way inside.

“Who was it?” You asked as he stared at the box and shut the door behind him with his foot. He looked at you, shook his head, and placed the box on the table.

“Don't know,” he laid on the couch, hovering over you again, his face buried against your neck.

“Was it a courier?”

Jeonghan nodded, lifting his head to look at you. “Shall we continue where we left off?” He asked, voice playful, a cheeky grin on his face again.

“God, you're a tough one.” You laughed, which he shut off by smashing his lips against yours.

Now, in that moment, you don't even remember you were upset a few minutes ago over a failed attempt to bake a cake. You loved how Jeonghan always distracted your mind from being sad.

Everyday, just like this moment, you swear you find yourself falling for Jeonghan again. You're falling for him once again, just like you did back in highschool.

[barrackspredator]

sugar service

cw: didn’t proof read this, cussing, writing practice. best of luck.

“Hot damn!”

“Smash, smash, smash, uh… yeah, him too. Smash.”

You rolled your eyes, stifling a laugh as the other waitresses eyed your table. The three of you were waiting at the hostess post on a particularly slow day. The only customers was your table of four. Some older guys your friends just couldn’t seem to get enough of.

“Please,” you mumbled. “They’re old enough to be our dads.” Your eyes flicked up from the magazine in your hands to your coworkers. The three girls were giggling and occasionally glancing over their shoulders.

“Yeah, that's the best part!” Your coworker, Rona replied before glancing back again. “Older guys are experienced and typically have pretty big… savings.” She grinned at you, her eyes narrowing coyly.

“God-!” you scoffed, choking down your surprised guffaw. “You guys are unbelievable.”

Ignoring their giggles and teasing, you push yourself off of the wall you were leaning against to approach your table. Your eyes roamed over the four men, taking in how their shirts clung perfectly to their muscles. A few gray hairs here and there, but their physiques certainly made up for their age.

Caught up in your ogling, you slammed your hip into the corner of their table. The oldest of the men quickly grabbed the edge of the table to steady it.

“Fuck…” Your hand immediately slapped over your mouth in shock, remembering that you were in front of customers. The men chuckled, eyeing each other before turning back to look at you.

“Careful there, sweetheart. Can’t ’ave a pretty little thing like you bruising up,” one of the men, a particularly dashing man with a mohawk, chastised you. His eyes scanned yours before slowly raking down your form.

Letting out a shaky sigh of relief that they were cool and not some uptight old asses, you smiled. A genuine smile, not the customer service lip curl you were so used to doing. “I would like to apologize for that, gentlemen.” After a few seconds, you quickly added, “Please don’t tell my manager.”

With languid waves and laughs, they shook their heads and sipped their beverages in amusement. “There ain’t anything to tell.” A man with a scarred face stared, boring his eyes into you. He seemed to be deep in thought before giving his head a slight nod—something the other men quickly noted.

“Thank you.” You took a deep breath now that the anxiety of possibly losing this shitty job passed. “Is there anything I can get you, gentlemen? Drinks, dessert?”

“Your number?” He looked at you expectantly, a handsome man. The youngest of the bunch, no doubt.

Dealing with flirty old customers was a piece of cake. It’s what got the tips going. But typically they were vile old men you would never touch with a 10-foot pole. These guys were quite palatable. Very palatable.

“Well,” you laughed nervously. Perhaps Rona had a point. These men had a way of making a girl’s tummy flutter like it never has before. “Unfortunately, I can’t give you that, sir.”

“Kyle.”

“Pardon?” You blinked at him, furrowing your brows.

“Call me Kyle.” Another dashing smile sent butterflies thrashing in your belly.

“None of that sir shit. Makes us feel too damn old.” The men grumbled with bitter chuckles. “Johnny.” The man with the mohawk dismissively pat your hip, gripping the tender flesh of your forming bruise. “That old sap is John. And the brooding fella is Simon.”

“Piss off,” Simon grumbled, certainly living up to the broody title.

An amused giggle shook her shoulders, your hand subconsciously resting over Johnny’s. “It’s lovely meeting you all. So how about that dessert?” You inquired, grabbing the paper centerfold that listed off the desserts of the weeks. “The chocolate chunk brownies are pretty good and the cheesecake here is lovely paired with...”

The men rose from their table, completely ignoring your rambles. “That won’t be needed, love.” John’s hand rested on your shoulder, perhaps a bit too close to your chest.

“You give us a call when you’re ready.” Johnny stood beside you, his breath flicking against the shell of your ear. His hot, tipsy breath made you shiver and recoil.

Kyle only chuckled, gracefully slipping a business card into your pocket. “A pretty little thing like you shouldn’t be working.” There it was again. That dashing smile that turned your knees into jelly.

“Give us a call.” Simon grumbled from the table. Glancing at him, you noticed the thick wad of cash he was leaving behind on the table.

“Sir, that’s too much.”

“Enjoy your tip.” Johnny pat your hip dismissively, sauntering away shortly after. John and Kyle followed behind him.

In complete disbelief, you nervously laughed. “Holy shit…” You shakily picked up the wad of cash left behind on the table. Simon quietly stood behind you, casting his shadow over your body. His eyes slowly raked down your back.

“See you ‘round,” he mumbled, not surprised as you jumped out of your skin in shock at his presence. Moments later, he was out of the place, nothing left but an empty establishment.

With shaky fingers, you plucked the business card out of your pocket.

Sugar Service Call (555)141-6157

[tip-top-cloud-surfer]

Endings and Beginnings - Rooster

Pairing: Rooster / Fem!Reader (Wife!Reader)

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Pregnancy, Second Person POV ("You"), No Physical Description about Reader

This work, all of my other works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only.

Summary: It's Maverick's retirement party but Rooster's far more concerned about you, his pregnant wife, than anything else.

A.N. Rooster is retired in this story and it's set a few years after TGM.

Edit: Part 2 is now out!

Master List

Maverick was officially retiring from the Navy. Or finally, depending on who you asked. The Hard Deck had been cleared out for the party and several generations of naval aviators, active and retired, and their families were spread out around the space. Drinks were poured continuously, there was pizza and snacks and even a cake with a Tomcat on it for later.

“Are you sure that you’re okay to be here?” Rooster asked you softly, grabbing your hand.

“I’m fine,” you assured your husband. “Just pregnant.”

“Very pregnant,” Hangman added, causing Rooster to glare over at him. Phoenix whacked Hangman on the arm your behalf, causing the blond to huff and complain. “What? It’s true!”

“I’m fine,” you repeated, squeezing Rooster’s hand. “I’ll sit down if I need to and there’s plenty of water and snacks that I can eat.” You released his hand and nudged him in the direction of Maverick, who was chatting with a few pilots his own age. “Go, mingle. Shoo. It’s a party. Party.”

“Only if you promise to let me know if you need to go home or to the hospital or—”

“—Rooster, I’m fine. The baby isn’t coming for another two weeks. Now, go. I think Mav’s been trying to subtly introduce you for an hour now.”

“Keep an eye on her for me,” Rooster told the others before heading over to Maverick.

The newly retired pilot was all smiles as he chatted with his old friends. But as soon as Maverick spotted Rooster walking over, he quickly moved to pull him over to the older crowd of pilots.

“She finally kicked you over here?” Maverick asked, referring to you.

“Apparently, I’m hovering too much,” Rooster joked with Mav.

“Well, it’s a perfect time to reintroduce yourself to everyone.”

Maverick gestured around the half-circle of former naval aviators. Slider, Hollywood, Wolfman, Chipper, Sundown, Merlin, and Viper all nodded to Rooster and Rooster shook their corresponding hands. It had been a long time since he saw any of them, what with the whole paper incident, but Slider still dragged him in for a noogie like he was eight-years-old.

“So, you were Maverick’s RIO in that whole business?” Merlin asked, referring to the mission.

Even though the mission was still highly classified three years later, the fact that Maverick and Rooster had barely made it out alive wasn’t. Well, that and word got around when an old smashed up Tomcat was unloaded off of a carrier.

“How was that?” Merlin continued.

“Most terrifying experience of my life,” Rooster responded, half-joking, half-serious.

“I understand completely,” Merlin mused, causing Maverick to smile and shake his head.

“That’s not why you turned in your wings, is it though?” Viper asked with a knowing expression.

“No, no,” Rooster replied immediately. “When I got married and my wife and I started to plan for having our family, I decided that I wanted to be there for every step. And I didn’t want her to worry about me coming home at the end of the day. So, I finished up my service requirements and retired.”

And, well, for a kid who lost his father to the Navy, Rooster’s reasoning didn’t raise a single eyebrow. Every naval aviator knew the risks involved in their line of work and while technological advancements helped decrease training accidents and fatalities, they were still always a possibility.

He wouldn’t—couldn’t—let his child learn about him from pictures, like he had to with his own father.

“And Maverick says that you’re switching to commercial?” Wolfman spoke up.

“Yeah, I have one more test to take and then I’m ready to fly, but I probably won’t start until we’re settled with our baby,” Rooster explained, nodding along.

“Your first one?” Viper guessed with an all-knowing smile.

“How could you tell?” Rooster inquired, earning a chuckle from the other fathers in the group.

 “You got that look in your eye.”

“Not too different from the rookies at flight school,” Hollywood added with an amused smile.

“It’ll pass eventually, but the first one always gets you jittery,”  

“Being a father is like learning how to fly—utterly terrifying at first, and there’s definitely a learning curve to it, but once you’re up there and you’ve leveled out, you won’t even remember what it was like before you learned in the first place.”

“I keep telling him to relax. He’ll be a natural,” Maverick spoke up, squeezing Rooster’s shoulder.

Rooster glanced through the crowd to check on you and found you sitting at one of the tables with your feet propped up on the opposite chair. You looked calm, but uncomfortable—though you’d told him that ‘nearly nine months pregnant’ and ‘comfortable’ did not go together no matter the situation.

“But speaking of, I should probably go check on my wife,” Rooster replied, his nerves and ‘Mother Hen’ tendencies, as Hangman called them, shining through.

“Of course.”

“Don’t let us keep you.”

“It was an honor to meet all of you again,” Rooster offered in goodbye, before checking on you.

The retired naval aviators watched him go and then turned to Maverick.

“God, he looks just like Goose,” Slider replied quietly.

“And with the mustache and the Hawaiian shirt too,” Wolfman agreed, sharing looks with the other retired naval aviators.

“Yeah, he does,” Maverick stated softly, watching Rooster weave through the party. “Just wait until you see him at a piano.”

Rooster slid through the crowd over to the back tables. You were still sitting with your feet propped up, a full glass of water in front of you, and your usual easygoing smile on your lips. Bob, Phoenix, and Hangman were keeping you company and spread out around you.

“You alright?” Rooster asked, walking to your side.

“I’m fine. Just wanted to sit down for a little bit. Baby Bradshaw seems a little excited about the party,” you stated, your hands resting over the swell of your bump. Rooster placed a hand under yours, where Baby Bradshaw tended to kick for the last few days. “How’s Mav doing?”

“I think he’s enjoying himself a lot. He hasn’t seen his old TOP GUN buddies in a while, so it’s nice for them to all come out to see him.”

“Well, Penny can be very convincing when she wants to be,” you mused with a smile.

Wordlessly you moved Rooster’s hand to the side, where the baby was pressing on you. Though you were growing tired of being pregnant, you didn’t think that you’d ever get tired of the way that Rooster just flipped a happy switch whenever he felt your baby.

“What are you all doing over here?” Rooster asked, turning back to the others.

“Actually, we’ve got a poll going about the baby,” Bob explained to Rooster.

“What are the votes?”

“I think it’s a girl,” Phoenix declared confidently.

“Which means that it’s a boy,” Hangman stated, just as confident.

“You only said that after you found out that Rooster and I think it’s a girl,” Phoenix retorted, causing Hangman to shrug his shoulders.

"So what?”

“I think that it’s a boy too,” you offered up. “The way that I’m carrying says that it’s a boy.”

“It’s not an exact science,” Rooster pointed out.

“No but call it mother’s intuition.”

“I guess I can’t argue with that.”

“God, you’re so whipped,” Hangman grunted, earning an elbow to the side from Phoenix.

Rooster and you ended up leaving the party among the first wave of people—mostly elderly and people with small children. But not before you received a whole bunch of random baby gifts from all of the people who missed your shower a month earlier.

“Do you want a hot bath when we get home?” Rooster offered, glancing over at you as he drove home.

“Maybe,” you sighed, shifting in your seat.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Just uncomfortable. Nothing either of us can do for that.”

“You want more of that tea that Penny got you then?”

“Yeah, maybe that’ll help,” you murmured, leaning back in your seat. Your hands rubbed up and down your bump, trying to soothe yourself. “I think that Baby Bradshaw just got a little overexcited about meeting everyone all at once. But maybe some tea and a bath will help.”

“Coming right up,” Rooster assured you.

You pulled into the driveway and Rooster walked around to help you out. Usually, yo would just push his hand away and insist that you were more than capable of getting yourself out of the car, but this time you happily accepted his help.

“Are you sure that you’re alright?” Rooster asked worriedly.

“I’m fine,” you replied, pecking his cheek. “Just slow.”

Rooster walked with you to the front door, keeping a protective arm around your waist. You walked into the kitchen and Rooster instantly moved to heat up some hot water for your tea. You leaned on the countertop, just looking completely uncomfortable with your existence.

“I’ll grab the bags out of the car and then I’ll start your bath,” Rooster promised, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead.

“Thank you.”

Rooster jogged down to the car and gathered whatever bags were sitting in the trunk. He left the go bag in the car, just in case, before heading back into the house. He wasn’t even completely through the door when he spotted you waddling towards the stairs.

“I’ll run your bath, babe, just sit and relax.”

“I’m not going to take a bath,” you called back, moving up the stairs slowly.

“You need help?”

“No, I just need to change.”

“Oh, okay,” Rooster replied, setting down the bags.

“Also, don’t walk through the kitchen yet,” you warned him, grunting a bit as you walked.

“Why?” Rooster asked, moving to stand at the bottom of the stairs.

“There’s amniotic fluid all over the floor and I haven’t gotten a chance to clean it up yet.”

“Amniotic . . .” Rooster trailed off before the realization hit him like 10 G’s all at once. “Babe!?”

Part 2

[g-xix]

Señor Frogs Headcanons (☁️/🔞)

Summary: Inspired by Señor Frogs driving team getting their first podium: headcanons of what it'd be like returning to each of the drivers as gf!reader after each of their stints. Content (warnings): mainly fluff, smut @ end features thigh riding + rly slight exhibitionism

Chrismd -Performance synopsis: he spun out initially but managed to clutch up and take the senor frogs to right in the middle (15th place) -He'd come back to cheers and pats on the back from his fellow drivers, rain speckling his visor and suit that had just began as he'd ran off the track -He takes in the boys' praise and a mouthful of cake that Chippo forces down him as a celebratory snack -But as soon as he locks eyes with you his grin is widening by tenfold -You're over the moon - completely shocked and surprised and proud of your man - running to him with open arms and wrapping him torso with the grandest hug - your face slotting into the crook of his neck and eyes closing as you hug him with all the force in your body -Practically knock the man  off of his feet, and he falls back onto the sofa behind him, still wrapped with your arms around him -Ends up having the post-performance chat with the boys with you wrapped around his middle - one of his hands gesturing and accompanying what he said, whilst the other pat your back and rubbed over the back of your head.

Willne -Performance synopsis: Shambolic at the start - didn't do his helmet up or take the seat insert out, losing valuable time for the team - gets a contact warning for being an "aggressive driver" and spun out a few more times, before finishing his stint as night fell. -Will came back feeling sick. He thought he'd done horrid as he left that car, but seeing you on the line with the iconic whiteboard - stood besides Calfreezy with the sign reading "MY BOYFRIEND IS THE BEST DRIVER"- -Will received a heavy slap on the back from Freezy, and a kiss on the visor from you. -You hadn't even realised that you wouldn't be able to kiss Will, with his helmet and visor still pulled down, until your lips met the cold glass and you pulled back - seeing the misty shape of your lips patterned across the glass -Your hands were completely frenzied as they shoved the visor up with a palm, smashing your lips through the slit and connecting them with Will's whilst he used his arms (pumped and inflated with adrenaline) to pull you up onto his waist, walking you back into the Senor Frog's shelter  -And when you walked into the warm room where the rest of the teamates were - you had Will's helmet in your hand, your other hand wrapped around his neck to hold your body close to his whilst he held you around his waist, kissing you sweeter than ever even whilst you were drenched from the rain outside -You didn't care. You were over the moon kissing Will like he had won the olympics. 

Chip -Performance synopsis: The night driver. The fastest and one of the best drivers, sent out to manage the weight of the boys' expectations in the dark of the night. And in the rain and the dark, Chip flew past the other drivers and into first-fucken-place. Too bad he got a black flag and pulled into the pit lane - told off for overtaking and spinning out with a stalled car... -Chip returned to the RV dejected, having had Cal laugh in his face from his performance. -You were laying in the RV bed that Chip had reserved for you, and were groggily awoken as your boyfriend, dressed in a now relaxed hoodie and pair of joggers, pulled the curtain back and told you to move up for him. -You'd watched the beginning of the performance, and so when Chip came back feeling so down you wondered what had happened -"You did so well!" You pressed a kiss to his face, then another on the other side. "You took the team to first place and had the fastest laps-!" -"I spun out and stalled the car and lost a minute" Chip grumbled in retaliation, pulling a pillow over his face to cover himself in shame. -You knew that wasn't good for the team at all, but you still couldn't let your boy look so distressed, so you carefully pulled the pillow away from his face and peppered two more kisses over either of his closed eyes -"That can be made up with other teams' pit stops," You consoled him, letting your hand rub over Chippo's curly locks comfortingly. "Anyone in the team - anyone on the track could've spun out or stalled the car - not everyone could've overtaken everyone on the track and gotten the team into first place-" -Your words were abruptly cut off by someone in the RV violently SHHHHHHHHing to indicate that it was still indeed 3am and people were trying to sleep. -Turning back to Chip, his expression at least looked less unhappy and more accepting - and you could feel his heartrate against your front, slowing and coming to a reasonable rate. -It was then Chip's turn to press a kiss to your forehead and mumble a thank you - i love you - turn around - spooning you before falling asleep, holding you as close to his chest as possible

Harry Lewis -He was panicking when he got onto the course, and that showed the moment he got onto the track and got overtaken my everyone else. Wailing through the microphone, screaming to get him off, practically crying into the mic where no-one could communicate to him... Bog returned feeling humiliated, embarrassed and with just a slight death wish -It was still dark when Harry returned, and you didn't hear anything until you felt the strong arm around your waist, pulling you into his body, closer, and sighing into your back as lay down next-to you in the sleeping quarters. -"I fucked it," was what you heard from behind you, before Harry's forehead pressed against your back, hiding his face from the light in shame, as he tried to also get a bit of sleep. -You knew better than to try console Harry verbally in this situation, too. -Instead, you let your hand scale over Harry's arm until you found his hand, wrapped around your middle and beneath your body - bringing it from beneath you and up to your mouth, planting a kiss to the back and interlacing your fingers with his to squeeze him, and physically reassure him. -Something close to a whine escaped his lips because he definitely did not feel comforted by the actions which he knew had the intention of placating him. -You knew what comforted him though, and you let his hands do what they needed to. -They fell down to your stomach, the section that wasn't defined with muscle and had a squish to it. -His palms massaged the pliant flesh, massaging it between each section of his palm and kneading it like a cat making biscuits, using your body like a stress ball  -It sent you to sleep. That feeling of being held and nurtured by someone you loved. And Harry was quick to sleep, too, his hands slowly slowing to just holding you and cradling your body.

Willne (second stint) -Second stint performance synopsis: The boys were horrified seeing him go out and go so slowly. The weather had reached an all time low, as had the team's performance. -"Sack of piss and shit car," Will came in and practically threw his helmet down, throwing the headset at Cal too, who accepted his fate and let the shitty plastic hit his arm. "You c'mere, Y/n, I need a rest-" -Even filled with anger, Will couldn't resist the opportunity to take a nap with you. -"Lie across me, please," Will had asked, groggy hands already trying to manoeuvre you and pull you on top of him. -You knew he liked that feeling of being compressed, and you liked Will's chest as a pillow - so you crawled on top of Will's body and let his hand fall to your back, hand grazing up and down over and over, fingernails lightly scratching and getting you addicted to his touch as you closed your eyes and enjoyed the moment of peace and care away from the other boys, Will's scratching slowing to a stop until you felt air fanning across the top of your head and little snores n grumbles from your sleeping beauty

Chip (second stint) -After two hours sleep, Chip wasn't feeling happy to proceed Will's performance... Yet he outdid everyones' expectations and with the help of the rival team's technical errors... Chip seemed to be making up for Will's performance. -Chip practically received a roar of cheers and praise as he entered into the Frogs' den, and as he sat down besides you and felt you pressing your lips firmly against his cheek to cement a proud kiss to his cheek. -Your boyfriend's adrenaline and emotion was still high and furiously pumping through his body however, and that small gesture just wasn't enough for Chippo. -And so despite all the other boys that were in the room and still watching the man - Chip's arm came around the underside of your thigh and hauled you over his body so that you straddled his hips - before his hand wrapped around the back of your neck and brought your lips smashing into his, meeting in the most frantic and passionate kiss which Chip was fast to insert his tongue into, sloppying and wetting the both of your lips as the boys around you eurrrggghhhhhhhed, and Cal even joked "C'mon Chippo, your performance was good but not good enough for this much PDA-"

Harry (second stint) -After being placed in first place after Matt's masterclass on the track, Harry did his absolute best not to get onto that track. Surprise; he found himself back on the track just as the rain restarted. And although Harry started perfectly, Harry's spirits were hindered as he let more and more drivers surpass him and take the first place spot.  -"Fuck off," Harry grumbled at Cal as soon as he saw the giraffe looking twat (his words, not my narration) at the race-side. -He huffed as he sat on the sofa in the group setting - right besides you. -And you could tell Harry was in a dangerous mood - meaning you were unsure whether or not to say anything to him.. -Harry answered that internal issue however, as his arms wrapped around your waist and drew you from your conversation with Chippo as he pulled you onto his lap, burying his head into the back of your shoulder where he could block all light from reaching his eyes and smell the perfume you'd worn on your pulse point to calm him down.  -You ran a hand through his hair with a blush forming across yours cheeks as you signalled to Chippo to save the conversation for later, instead working on knotting your fingers through Harold's hair and massaging the stress out of his scalp lovingly

Chip (third stint) -He went in to make up for Harry's mistakes, and managed to weasel a penalty for an opposition team... Yet also appeared to have damaged his him from the injury of the collision. Regardless, he takes the car over the final line and brings the boys their second place and podium position.  -He ran back to the side lines where his team was cheering and screaming praise at the man who had secured them a podium for their first time ever -He literally grabbed you when he got there - picking you up from the lower half and lifting you straight from your feet - spinning you around and making you clutch his shoulders as he whirled you, squeezing you tighter than ever -You were put down with a headrush that made you barely able to see, before Chip crashed his lips into yours with a bruising force that almost made you pass out as your lashes fluttered and head spun, trying to accommodate the fast pace of everything happening around you -Has you in one arm and the trophy in the other whilst taking podium photos -Puts his medal around you n gets litr the cutest photos -U see later that night an insta story Chippo's posted: some candid photo of you one of the photographers had taken when you cheered upon seeing Chip cross the finish line - in your sundress and look of ecstasy on your face -And the caption makes your heart melt: "Couldn't have done it without my good-luck girl either <3"

Calfreezy (🔞) -This brother was STRESSED the entire time. -would have u on his lap from START TO FINISH whilst sat in front of the screens n viewing station, his head resting against your shoulder as he looks past you - hands wrapped around your waist - fixated on the screen -Will squeeze + you'll feel his grip tightening whenever he gets nervous watching someone out on the track -N when he gets excited because Chip and Matt are overtaking a bunch of drivers, he'll bounce his leg happily and cause you to jump with it. -At night, when everyone's asleep in the RV and Harry was out on the track, giving you two the empty room... Cal had you feeling needy, your exhibitionist and horny thoughts turning up as you shuffled in his lap. -"C'mon Cal, no-one would know..." You'd turned around to straddle his lap - and you were gently nipping and kissing over his neck to persuade him, your body flush against his under the blanket that Matt had provided you before going to sleep himself. "Everyone's asleep and Harry's gonna be out on the track for another hour - c'mon - you need to relieve some of that stress, too-" -"Y/n I gotta stay focussed.." Cal groaned, readjusting his semi beneath his cargos, and you whined in response, rutting your hips into his and giving him absolutely no chance to compose himself. -"But Caaal, I need you.." Your words made him groan, rolling his head back and fastening his hands around your hips to stop you from grinding down onto him, because the combination of your words and his body was driving him fucking insane. -He found a compromise though. His hands wrapped around either thigh and quite literally picked you up and off from his lap - instead placing either of your knees around one of his thighs.  -"Ride my thigh then. You're really that desperate for something? Ride my thigh and thank me for it." -Already turned on - his words were practically enough to make you finish right then and there -But allowing your hands to fasten around your shoulders instead - your teeth biting down into his trapezius to muffle the moans and whimpers that fell from your lips - you humped your core furiously back and forth over his thigh -And even though he initially refused to do anything because he was so focussed on monitoring the screen, he could feel his agitation growing as with each rut of your hips you moved his cargos and created friction between his cock and the material of his trousers -Gives you max 30 seconds recovery to come down from your high before folding you over the table and fucking you whilst having you babble thank you's and pray that no-one woke up and returned to the room early.

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[spiderfunkz]

can you make a Peter parker fic where they’re baking together? 😇😇

─── 𐙚 smashing pumpkins

pairings. tasm!peter x fem!reader

warnings. fluff, pet names, established relationship, teasing, mentions of insects lolz.

word count. 0,3k

a/n ; i can't cook or bake so i have no clue what i'm doing but i hope you like this little blurb! my requests for peter are open by the way, go ask something <3

"peter, i don't think it's supposed to look like that."

you laugh. peter's hands were tinted orange from scooping and cutting up the pumpkin, making it into pumpkin puree for the pie. he wanted to help, but it seemed like he was the puree in this situation.

'it's puree?" peter shrugged, wiping his hands on his apron. "you left the seeds in it. here," you scoop them up from the bowl. peter disagrees, "well... it smells nice, so, i think it'll be okay.." he smiles, mockingly.

"it does smell nice." — "i'm a professional chef. baker. what can i say?" he gives you a quick kiss on the cheek. "ok professional chef, baker. can you make the rest of the pie, pretty please?"

he nods, "yes. absolutely, if you want the kitchen to burn down, yes. absolutely."

you smile. you love baking with peter. you loved the flour fights, the strawberry tinted kisses, and the soft scent of cake and sweets.

oh, and that one time you two almost burnt down the kitchen because you both completely forgot about the brownies in the oven, too busy dancing around to the song in the background.

after a while, a few distractions, surprise kisses, and a little fight with the dough. the pumpkin pie was finally done!

"smells so good, bub." peter takes the hot pie out of the oven.

"bet it tastes as good. we gotta let it cool down a bit." you say, taking off your apron, peter does the same. "can i add sprinkles onto it?" he asks, you nod, "and whipped cream?" you nod, "and chocolate icing?" you kept nodding to everything he was saying.

"alright i'll find the spiders in the backyard."

you furrowed your brows, "what?"

"you nodded.. to me.. asking if i could put insects in it.."

"peter that's disgusting."

[lillywhitefield]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*New and Improved*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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Bridgerton

Colin Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington

Doja Cat Modern Songfic Series

Penelope Needs to Know - Explicit, Size Kink, Love Confession, 7/7, 25.6k words

Why Don't You Say So, Colin? - Mature, Masturbation, 2/2, 7.5k words

They've Been Feelin' Freaky Deaky - Explicit, One-Shot, Mirror Sex, 9.1k words

Polin Week 2023

Love Island and a Little Magic - Mature, Modern, Love Confession, 2k words

Rent is Due - Explicit, Modern, Roommates With Benefits, 1.6k words

A Pen Pal Called Pen (or, The Missing Letters) - General Audiences, Regency, Epistolary, 2k words

Never Turned You Off - Explicit, Modern, Flirting Help, Wall Sex, 2.1k words

Olive Like No Other - Teen, Modern, Olive Puns in Greece, 1.5k words

A Visit From Sir Richard - Explicit, Regency, Dildos, 3k words

when you and I collide - Teen, Modern, Intimacy, 1.2k words

Polin Month 2023, Ed Sheeran Edition

learning to speak - General Audiences, Modern, Meet-Cute, Speech Disorder, 2k words

a million more first times - General Audiences, Regency, Developing Friendship, 2.2k words

I see my future in your eyes - Explicit, Regency, Kitchen Sex, 3.4k words

this love won't ever go away - Explicit, Modern, Disney World with Children, 9k words

you will still love me the same - Explicit, Regency, Older Couple, A/B/O, 3.7k words

Polin Week 2024

it's hard to know which one of us is caving - Mature, Regency, Forced Proximity, Arguments, 3k words

linger - Mature, Regency, Lessons, Masturbation, dancing and flirting in Colin's bedroom, 2.2k words

Mr. Brightside - Teen, Fake Dating, Jealous Colin, why does everyone like Debling???, 3.6k words

i wish i was special - Teen, Epistolary, Colin's letters, sad boi hours, 2.6k words

maybe i just wanna be yours - Explicit, Height Difference, Colin goes through Pen's window to propose, 3k words

only fools rush in - Explicit, Soulmate AU, Meet-Cute, Sex under the stars, 5k words

your skin and bones - Explicit, Hopes for Season 3, Mirror Sex, Wedding Night, 2.7k words

Complete Multi-Chapter

Make Me Juno - Teen, Regency, Pregnancy, Child Birth, Family Bonding, Post Season 3, 3/3, 17.3k words

The Scents of Longing - Explicit, Regency, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Demisexual Colin, many confused feelings for our sad boi, Alpha Presentation, 6/6, 37.9k words

Knot Surprising - Explicit, Modern, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Pen asks Colin to help with her heat, it goes super well, since they're great friends and all, 6/6, 38.5k words

The Christmas Cake-Off - Explicit, Modern, Christmas Hallmark Movie, 3/3, 25k words

A Poison Tree - Explicit, Regency, Forced Marriage/Proximity, Only One Bed, Rebuilding Relationships, 19/19, 145k words

Santa Baby - Explicit, Modern, Santa Kink, Lap Sitting, Pregnancy Sex, 3/3, 22k words

It Was a Graveyard Smash - Various Ratings, Halloween One-shots, 21/21, 35k words

Bloodlust - Explicit, Regency, Vampire AU, Blood Drinking, Check Tags and A/N for CW, 4/4, 22k words

Romancing Captain Bridgerton - Explicit, Regency, Mermaid AU, 21/21, 100k words

Summer Afternoons - Explicit, Regency, Coping with Heat, Semi-Public Smut, 4/4, 16k words

One-Shots

my honey bee, come and get this pollen - Explicit, Regency, Breeding Kink, Pregnancy, Colin's turned on by the baby race, 4.2k words

Forgiveness - Explicit, Regency, Spanking, Lady Whistledown Cloak Shenanigans, 4.2k words

Falling for You - Explicit, Regency, Amnesia, Valentine's Day, Love Confessions, 11.2k words

Love in Bloom - Explicit, Regency, Sex Pollen, 5.2k words

you are impossible - Mature, Regency, Love Confession, 2k words

Switch It Up - Explicit, Modern, BDSM, Restraints, Latex, 1.9k words

Kissing the Kettledrums - Mature, Regency, Masturbation, 1.4k words

Baby, It's Cold Outside - Explicit, Regency, Pregnancy Sex, 4.5k words

All's Fair in Love and Pall Mall - Explicit, Regency, Sexual Frustration, 7k words

Works-in-Progress

To Build a Hell in Heaven's Despite - Mature (for now), Regency, Murder Couple AU, Colin and Pen kill for each other but neither know about the other (yet), 3/12, 17.8k words

Twelve Years, One Night - Teen, Modern, Rom-Com (based on Six Days, Seven Nights), 4/?, 11.9k words

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Queen Charlotte

Agatha Danbury/Lord Ledger

Come With Me - Explicit, no PIV but it's hot I promise, 4.3k words

Call the Midwife

Bernadette | Shelagh Turner/Patrick Turner

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Talking - Explicit, Married Life, 2.5k words

[eggedbellies]

Thank @bunoven64 for this one, folks!

Title: The Reunion Wordcount: 2787 Kinks: transformation, tit expansion/ass expansion, milf, hucow, cow transformation, lactation, breeding, cum inflation, lesbian. Synopsis: Jacob has spent more time than he'd like to admit trying to plan a good school reunion. However, when only two people decide to show up, he decides it's a good enough time to get revenge for how shit they were to him back at school.

The music was on, a soft muzak that was inoffensive enough to work as nothing more than background noise, avoiding any weird silences. A table was set against one wall, covered in the standard nibbles – carrot sticks, chips, little sandwiches and cakes. Yes, it was all perfect – a few banners, paper plates, CLASS OF ‘96 dangling from the ceiling. The reunion had been Jacob’s idea. After so long since they’d finished school, considering the fact they were in their thirties now, seemed like a great idea to all get back together. It was only as he’d been sending out invites that he’d really remembered just what a shitstorm that schooling had been. Half of these people he was sending out invites to had been complete assholes to him whilst he was growing up. And sure, he bet a bunch of them had matured and bettered themselves, but honestly? He didn’t give a shit. This was going to be the best opportunity he’d ever had to get some petty revenge.

Sure, he’d been an awkward nerd when he was a kid. More interested in science than anything else, only that had gone on to be a great boon for him – utterly smashing through his university education, Jacob had been working officially for a lab for a good few years now. Making good money, sure, but also working on his own ideas how that he had access to the laboratory that could actually handle what he had in mind. Yet as time shifted closer to the planned date, he was getting more and more rejections. Damnit all, after all the time and effort he’d put into this… some people just never responded to his messages and invites. Others said they were busy, couldn’t get there, out of the country, babysitting, a dozen other stupid fucking reasons… and then, finally, he had a clear yes!

Two of them.

Well, that would make his revenge easier, even if it would be more obvious… but he couldn’t help but smile at the names that were floating in the ‘coming’ section. Amy and Zoe. God, he remembered them – they had taken great pleasure in taunting him. Amy was maybe a little kinder than Zoe, but he definitely remembered the mockery and laughing, the teasing, taunting. They’d gotten hot early, after all, and ruled the school. A quick browse on their profiles online had showed that they hadn’t changed much – both of them were still stunning. He scrolled past pictures on the beach in Ibiza, all skimpy bikinis and blonde hair, clutching colourful cocktails in clubs… Zoe’s were a little more under control, at least, but still… he could feel himself half hard just looking at those images. In his mind, he ran over the serum that he’d been working on… yes. It would be so fucking perfect.

Stirring the pink punch he’d made, mostly fruit juices, a few good glugs of vodka and a splash of sugar syrup, he grinned, pouring himself a tall glass – before reaching into his pocket, sliding out a small silver case. Clicking it carefully open, he searched through before finding the correct vial, checking the label, then tilting it carefully into the bowl. It vanished inside – with any luck, the bitterness would be lost in the alcohol. A few more good stirs, and he took a tiny sip of his own glass. They’d never know.

The doorbell pinged, and Jacob looked around, trying not to grin too widely. He’d called for smart-casual, wearing a comfortable tee with smart jeans, a nice watch, smart shirt open over top. His hair had been carefully styled, too, so he was confident that he looked nice – showing off the muscle he’d gained, the way his jaw had chiselled in, and the arguably much more attractive man he was since he’d come into himself. Opening the door, he gestured widely; it was Zoe, the taller of the two who’d agreed to come, dressed in a smart black and white dress, shallow heels, her blonde hair hanging straight and smooth. Wow. As stunning as ever, of course; his smile was a little more genuine now.

“Hey! Wow, thank you for coming,” he said, brightly, gesturing in, “Come grab some punch, have some snacks, you’re the first one here.” “Hello! Jacob, you look fantastic,” she replied, with a beam, giving his shoulder a squeeze as she stepped in, “I didn’t know you lived all the way out here! You have a gorgeous house,” she effused, glancing around, as if surprised there was nobody else there yet. He didn’t miss the way her eyes lingered on his framed accolades, a picture of him with an award, a sad lack of any sign of partner or family… not that he hadn’t been thinking about it. Especially recently. His eyes lingered on her fine form, although she was lacking somewhat when it came to her butt and tits… still, carried herself confidently to the point it was easy to miss.

“Oh, thanks, yeah,” he said, with a light laugh, “I work in bioengineering -” he was interrupted by the ring of the doorbell again, turning to open the door and reveal Amy. She was just as stunning as ever, of course, hair up in messy waves, a bright beam on her face, a skimpy, neon pink jumpsuit just about covering her body, ridiculously high heels, and clearly wearing some kind of push up bra because her tits were threatening to explode out of her top. Oh, fuck, this was going to be so very delicious. “Amy! Oh, so nice to see you, thanks for coming, come on in, come in come in -” he gestured, and she tottered over the doorjamb, leaning in to give him a surprisingly glittery hug, planting a kiss on his cheek.

“Zoe!” she exclaimed, spotting the other. Whilst the two caught up, he moved to the side of the punch bowl, careful to make sure his own glass didn’t get mixed up with the others. Carrying them over to the girls, he barely absorbed any of the conversation – letting them talk, accepting the glasses with a smile, eyes fixating as they started to drink them. He was polite enough as was needed, picking up on little bits of information – both of them were single, no kids, Amy still a party girl, Zoe working in an office… he tucked all of that away for later thoughts. And it made his plan seem so much fairer…

As time slipped by, nobody else arrived, but that was fine. Oh, yes, it was fine. The punch was having it’s effect. Both of the women had a bright flush high in their cheeks, and had been getting closer and closer. Two glasses deep, and then they were kissing, moaning softly on the couch as Jacob watched. He was flush himself, rock hard, his pants uncomfortably tight against the pressure of his cock… but he had to bide his time, just a little bit longer…

“Hey, girls,” he said, finally, unable to wait any more. “Why don’t we take this upstairs? I have a cali king…” at their blank looked, eyes a little glossy, strings of saliva between their mouths, he couldn’t help how his grin twisted. All those insults, all those nights hating himself, all the teasing… oh, yes, he was going to be so kind to them both, considering how shitty they’d made him feel. “It’s a really big bed.” he explained, realising his words might be a little too smart for their aphrodisiac blunted brains. That was all it took, though, to draw them upstairs; and it was true, his bed was huge, taking up the majority of the room. The girls fell onto it, hands groping against each other’s skin, sliding up dresses to get underneath, and of course Amy wasn’t even wearing underwear as the pantsuit was torn open… he licked his lips, desperate to get some relief, but he had to keep his eyes on the prize. After all, he didn’t want them to be pissed when they came down from that aphrodisiac high, no.

He was going to make them feel so good they’d never care again.

“Hey, Amy, do you wanna try something cool?” he said, breathlessly, reaching in for his little silver case. The vial he’d earmarked for her was in his fingertips, now, as she giggled coquettishly, looking over at him, tits hanging loose now that Zoe had undone her bra. “What is it?” she asked, blinking her eyelashes at him – she was definitely more out of it than the taller woman, who was staring at Jacob, eyes sharp enough to be cautious. Making out with another woman was one thing, but strange vials?

“It’s going to make you feel so fucking good,” Jacob said, quietly, “You know how you always wanted bigger tits?” “I was meant to get a boob job,” Amy pouted, “But I had to spend the money on a car, ugh!” it wasn’t like her tits were lacking, but he always remembered her talking about how sad it was that Daddy wasn’t letting her sink all her money into some silicon. And now …

“I can give you the real thing.” he said, holding out the vial, “Down in one. It’s a bit bitter, so just swallow it all.” “Amy…” Zoe said, slowly, “Are you really gonna drink that?” she tilted her head, smooth hair slightly messier from where Amy’s hands had been tangling in them. “What if it’s like… bad..?” she giggled, struggling with her words, starting to grind on her own hand, the aphrodisiacs and heat built up in her body making it hard to focus on what she was saying. “Trust me,” Jacob said, softly, “I’m a bioengineer. This is what I do. I make this stuff. It’s fully tested and safe. I just want you to feel good.” he smiled, sliding his hand down to his cock, now, starting to stroke himself, already drooling pre. Amy and Zoe’s eyes were drawn to it, but he didn’t care. Amy looked at the vial, then shrugged, cracking it and downing it. Almost immediately, she gasped; head dropping back as she moaned, grabbing ahold of her tits.

He hadn’t, admittedly, managed to take it to human trials yet. But it was a great source of pride – and more fuel for his rock hard erection – as she fell back, massaging her nipples as the breast flesh began to swell. She was already a C cup, plenty big, but it was fantastic – oh, yes, fuck, she was moaning like a whore as she twitched, grabbing and massaging and pressing, going from a handful to bulging over the sides, and then more. She was flushed across her face, down her chest, legs twitching wide. Taking the opportunity, just as turned on as Jacob seemed to be, Zoe dived in, starting to lick and spread Amy’s lips. She howled in pleasure, both from her tits growing and the sensation of a tongue against her clit, ballooning from C to D and then up to a G cup before they slowed, sitting heavy as she massaged the sides.

“Oh, fuck, fuck,” Amy moaned, eyes shut, lost completely in it. Jacob leaned in close, now, throwing off the last of his clothes before kissing her roughly, stroking over her tender new tit-flesh with his big hands. She shuddered, utterly lost in it all. Fuck, he wanted to cum on her… pulling back, Jacob kneeled on the edge of the bed, stroking his cock a few rough motions before he arched his back, moaning as he came hard. Splattering her new tits with his seed, he caught his breath slowly, looking at her twisting form.

Zoe, her face covered in slick, peered up at him now, glazed eyes.

“Do you want yours?” he asked, a little breathless, wiggling the penultimate vial in her eyes. She hesitated, and then reached out, snatching it. “I always thought you could do better with bigger tits. A fatter ass. You’d make a good mother, wouldn’t you?” Jacob whispered, “I’d love to see you all full and knocked up…” she moaned, flushing, “Perfect breeding cow, hm, Zoe?” he asked, and then she was swallowing the vial. Amy was still squirming around behind him, but he only had eyes for Zoe, now, as the changes started with her. Tits starting to expand, swelling, rocketing up in size – tearing the black and white dress she was wearing, which hadn’t been shifted nearly as much as Amy’s clothing. She squirmed; Jacob cracked the last of the vials, swallowing it himself. It was a much more subtle drug, this one, but he had tested t his one before, knew exactly what was coming. And it was going to feel so much better, doing it inside her instead.

The ache in his lower belly and balls burned, nothing visible on the outside, but he could feel himself churning away. Oh, yes, he was going to make a mother of Zoe… reaching out, he helped remove the last bits of her torn clothing. She was squirming – not just her tits, although she was grasping at them desperately, massaging, as the rest of her wraithlike body began to thicken. Hips were widening; her butt and thighs stating to thicken up, making her into a proper busty milf. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her closer to him, spreading his fingers into the thickening flesh on her upper legs. Yes, wonderful – from slender to a perfect figure. Made for breeding. Her eyes were glazed over in the pleasure of it all.

Stroking his cock was almost unnecessary, as he was already hard again. He didn’t doubt he would be, watching this sexy show, but the drug he’d taken was getting to work. Lining up carefully, he slid inside her hot, wet folds, feeling her twitch and tense around his cock. Leaning up, torso against her twitching tits, he kissed her roughly, and Zoe kissed back just as eagerly, legs lifting up around his hips. Feeling her swelling and shifting below him, around him, was a whole new kind of bliss. Let alone the wet noises and moans as Amy fingered herself, watching the pair of them as they fucked.

He drove his cock in and out like a piston, lost in the music of Amy’s moans, the way her hips rocked up to meet him – already he was so close. He’d done this to her, changed her from the uptight, cocky bitch she had been once to a perfect milf for him – and she was so lost in it. Yes, he’d given them a great gift at this union – not only a perfect body that they’d been craving all this time, but he was going to give her everything she’d wanted… a family, after all… “Fuck, Zoe -” he moaned, “I’m so close -”

“Breed me,” she gasped, “Please, Jacob – fuck – mooooo -” she broke off into a low, and he barely even registered it, leaning in to kiss her fat tits, drawing a nipple into his mouth as he rolled back.

It took a great amount of strength, but he tugged her up, balancing her on his hips as he bounced, a few more rough juts, gravity drawing her onto his cock and then he was finally coming. He sucked extra hard against her nipple, eyes shut, face buried into her beautiful fat cow tits, as his cock throbbed, and throbbed, and throbbed. His cum kept flooding into her – he felt the weight shifting, her moans nothing more than hot, heavy cow moos, accepting her place as a perfect breeding cow, it seemed. He reached up a hand to stroke over her belly, feeling as it started to round out, packing her with his hot cum. Unexpectedly, hot creamy milk began to drool into his mouth, then spurt. Swallowing eagerly, Jacob looked up at Zoe above him – seeing the horns curling from her head, the big soft ears, and the deep brown eyes. Oh, shit. Maybe he’d put a little too much cow into the mix – she was still mostly human, of course, but – oh, fuck. No wonder she was pouring milk down his throat, lowing softly, lost in the feeling.

Exhausted, Jacob laughed softly; as Zoe slowly shifted off his cock, drooling cum from her twitching hole, she slumped back herself. Amy wasted no time leaning in, lapping the cum from her friend’s lips, draped over Jacob’s legs. Oh, fuck. They were both so beautiful… tits so big she was laying part on them, and Zoe’s little tail twitching, hand stroking over the cum packed orb of her belly… yes. This had been an excellent reunion. Jacob couldn’t wait for the next one.

[tehrevving]

Just found out it’s Vincent’s Birthday today so I smashed this out quickly. Enjoy!

Vincent Valentine x Neutral!Reader. Birthday Blowjob

You’re on the Bronco, preparing for another long journey when Cait Sith jumps up in the centre and declares, loudly and surprisingly clearly considering his penchant for using incomprehensible regional slang, that today is Vincent’s birthday.

You turn to the aforementioned man, sitting next to you, noticing that he immediately sinks almost completely into his cloak. So it is true then. You stay quiet, knowing that he hates being the centre of attention, and allow everyone else to congratulate him. Barret slaps him on the back and you can see that Vincent is considering jumping out of the plane. Aerith, Nanaki and Tifa start loudly planning a party for later in the day. You can see how uncomfortable he is, sinking further into himself with every enthusiastic suggestion. You reach out and take his hand, running your fingers gently over gloved knuckles in an attempt to reassure him. He looks at you softly, almost relieved that you’re not joining in. You’ll congratulate him later, but for now you sit quietly with him, listening to the commotion, while trying to think of something you can get for a present with such short notice.

Aerith has set up a small party in the boys room at the inn, her idea being that eventually Vincent would appear to sleep, even if it took all night. It’s just some snacks and two cakes with a single blue banner stating “It’s a boy!” because she couldn’t find anything that said happy birthday at the tiny nearby corner store. The entire group mills around awkwardly, enjoying the excuse for celebration, but honestly, more enjoying the excessive amount of wine.

“You need to go find him,” Aerith pleads, your hands clasped in her own. “If he doesn’t show up, then all of this is for nothing.”

“I won’t be able to find him if he doesn’t want to be found,” you state, finishing off your second glass of wine. You need it to deal with all of the suggestive and expectant stares levelled in your direction.

“What if we pretend you’ve been injured?” Aerith ponders. “I’m sure Tifa could gently beat you up.”

“How about no,” you reply, toying with your empty glass.

Aerith claps her hands suddenly, face bright. “Yuffie could make a doppelganger of you, and then we could beat up the doppelganger.”

You shake your head and hand her your glass with a sigh. “Alright. Fine. I’ll go look for him.”

Aerith pumps her fist in the air as you turn and walk out of the room. You pause outside the door for a moment, wondering where to start your search. You’re sure he’s not hiding too far away. You decide to check that roof first, that’s usually where he hides, and usually where he takes you to get some time alone. You’ll talk to him, see how he feels about everything and try to convince him to make an appearance.

You climb the stairs up to the highest floor of the inn and then swing through the emergency door leading up to the roof. You step out into the cool night air, this town is small and not too lit up, so there are lots of stars visible in the sky. The water tanks are up on the roof, so there’s many places to hide. You can’t immediately spot Vincent so you go searching, you know his typical favourite haunts.

You round a corner and finally see a hint, a small flutter of red fabric. You lean around the water tank and see him, sitting leant against one of the roof supports, legs dangling over the edge.

“Found you,” you giggle, walking up to him. Vincent turns his head back and inclines his head slightly, inviting you to sit next to him. You sit down, leaving a reasonable amount of space between you, more than you’d usually leave. He’s likely to be emotionally volatile and you don’t want to spook him. He turns to you as you sit down, face hidden and almost unreadable. You kick your legs over the abyss. “You would have hidden better if you didn’t want to be found.”

He hums noncommittally, but now you know he’s not actually trying to hide, that he’s willing to have his mind changed.

“They just want an excuse to celebrate, you know? It’s not specifically about you, even if Aerith insists.”

“I am not the type for parties,” he shrugs.

“I know that’s not it,” you reply. “It’s not that it’s a party, or that it’s specifically for you. There’s something else, isn’t there?”

He turns, expression tight. You've hit the nail on the head. You don’t know that much about his past or about what’s happened to him, but you know that he hates talking about it, hates even thinking about it.

“How old do you think I am?” he asks, hiding an emotion in his voice that you can’t quite place.

You hum exaggeratedly, pretending to seriously ponder the question. You honestly have no idea but by now you’re pretty sure that he’s older than you think. “Mid thirties?”

He gives a sad smile. “Today, I am 57.”

You can’t stop your jaw from hitting the floor. You know that his physiology is strange, that he was experimented on, that he doesn’t need to eat or breathe, but you didn’t realise he had stopped ageing, not like that. He can’t be that old, it makes no sense. But then you think about it. He had worked with Hojo in the Shinra manor, you’d just assumed that hadn’t been that long ago, but the manor is old, and Hojo had looked younger in all of those holograms.

“A birthday is pointless when you don’t age,” he says, sounding sad, not necessarily upset, but forlorn, uncertain. If you let him he’ll just end up brooding endlessly and you don’t want that. You want to try to cheer him up, even if it seems pointless.

“Well then it’s a good thing I didn’t get you anything,” you reply cheerfully, trying to lighten the mood.

He turns to look at you, a hint of surprise on his face, he wasn’t expecting your reaction.

You say the date of your birthday and he cocks his head at you. “My birthday,” you add. “I don’t think I’ve ever told you.” You say the age you’re turning too, just so there’s no secrets between you both.

He smiles. “I won’t forget that.”

You nod, grinning. “I know. I expect an awesome gift.”

“Surely just my presence should be enough,” he teases.

You smile, glad that you’ve managed to cheer him up, not quite enough to come to the party though, so you decide to initiate the next phase of your plan. “I know I said I didn’t get you anything, but I do still have a present for you.”

You watch as his face falls slightly, confusion and uncertainty crossing his features. You sit up quickly, looking around the roof and finding a short ventilation duct, that will do. You don’t want to leave him for too long, you don’t want him to get lost in his own head again. You reach out your hand. “Stand up.”

He pauses for a moment but then stands, not taking your hand. You know that he trusts you, but you’re still often blown away by just how much. You wrap yourself around his arm and lead him to the duct. “Sit,” you order and he does, looking extremely confused. You gently pull his knees apart, stepping in between them. You’re slightly taller than him like this and it’s fun, as you pull his cowl down slightly and lean down to kiss him. He returns the gesture, lips soft and warm.

You pull away with a smirk. You can tell from his expression that he’s worked out what’s going on. You silently sink to your knees, resting your hands on his thighs while you pause for a moment, waiting for permission.

He doesn’t tell you no, doesn’t tell you to stop. He stays quiet as your hands slide up his thighs, brushing over his crotch. He lets out a shuddering breath and you grin, hands moving up to his hips, to the belt holding his pants up.

You slowly undo his belt, pulling the leather tight before releasing it. The clicking of metal sounds almost deafening in the silence of the night, but you don’t care. You slowly slide his fly down, watching as his cock, still covered and semi-hard, begins to poke out from the parted fabric. You lick across the head of it, wetting the dark fabric of his underwear. He groans softly.

You hold the waistband of his underwear, pulling it lower slowly, somewhat attempting to unwrap him like a present. You hook the fabric underneath the base of his cock, almost fully hard now and starting to leak at the tip. You look up at him. He’s watching you intently, breathing elevated and eyes blown with desire. You smirk up at him and then lean forward to press your tongue to his tip while making eye contact. You feel him shudder.

You reach out and wrap your fingers around his shaft, pumping a few times to spread your saliva around heated skin. You tilt your hand closer, angling him towards your mouth. You lean forward to take him, but you’re hit with a sudden horrifying realisation.

“Holy shit I’m fucking a senior citizen,” you exclaim, momentarily distracted.

Vincent grunts, clearly unimpressed.

“An umm, hot senior citizen,” you hastily correct, taking him quickly all the way down your throat so that he can’t retort.

Vincent moans, a deep, throaty thing as you sink down on his cock. You bob your head up and down, covering his shaft with saliva as you slowly get used to the thickness on your tongue. His cock is long, delicious and makes your jaw ache in the absolute best way. He groans, metal shifting as he digs his fingers into his thigh as your nose brushes against the dark curls at his base. You swallow a few times, hollowing your cheeks and making him forget all about your previous comment.

You fall into an easy rhythm, he’s easy to pleasure and so very sensitive. You wrap your hand around his base, fingers moving gently as you slide the rest of his shaft between your lips. You rest your other hand on his thigh for support, feeling it tense and shake. He’s trying to be quiet but struggling, soft gasps and deep groans escaping from his throat. You sink back down, humming, feeling his hips buck gently up into you. You feel warmed up and ready for the next step.

You pull off him and Vincent whines, clearly missing your touch. You smile, you’re not going to leave him hanging for long. You reach out and take his hand from his thigh. He allows it, leather shifting as you bring it to the back of your head. “Because this is for your birthday,” you grin. “You can control the pace.”

He looks confused, overwhelmed and unsure, but his fingers tighten in your hair all the same. You go slowly, relaxing into his touch. The pressure on the back of your head increases ever so slightly and you carefully slide your lips down his cock, easing him into being in control. You bob your head with his tentative movements, sucking and licking until he grows more confident. You’re not going to break and you know that he knows that, deep down anyway.

His fingers grow more certain, the pressure still gentle but much firmer as he pushes your head up and down his cock. You tease him as much as you can, hollowing your cheeks as he pulls upwards and sliding your tongue across him when he pushes down. You squeeze reassuringly at his thigh, trying to tell him that you’re fine, that you’re enjoying yourself, that he can go harder if he wants.

He pushes your head down, gloved fingers tangling in your hair, but doesn’t pull back, sliding your lips down his cock until you’re pressed to the base. He cuts off your air but you don’t mind, moving your tongue and trying to swallow around his thick head. You feel him moan, feel his hips buck up as he tries to push just a little bit further into you. You start to choke but you push the feeling down, relaxing into him until he pulls your head back up with a shuddering breath.

He pulls your head all the way back up, tightening slightly on your hair to angle you to face him. He looks down at you, bottom lip swollen and bitten, pupils blown dark with the slightest hazy glowing ring. You nod at him, letting him know that you’re okay, that he doesn’t need to check in with you. You press a quick kiss to the head of his cock and then take him back between your lips, moving slowly until he takes over once again.

You can tell he’s getting close, his cock beginning to jump between your lips as sticky salt coats the back of your throat. His breath is hitching, small gasps and whines hitting your ears. His hips are bucking gently, pressing up into you in a soft but barely controlled rhythm. You’re addicted to the sounds that he makes, to how his body responds to you. His hand on your head is less controlled, rougher. You adore it.

You work harder, you want to make him come. You want to feel him spill down your throat. You want to hear his muffled, desperate moans and soft begging. You can feel the moment he loses control, heat suddenly flaring around him. That’s when you pull back, pushing firmly against his hand on your head until he relents.

He allows you up, looking down at you with a lost, pathetic expression. He’s breathing heavily, almost panting. You watch his cock, swollen dark, pulse in the bottom of your vision. You grin up at him, mischief clear in your eyes. “Promise to come to the party.”

You watch expressions play over his face, watch his brain struggle to understand your words. You feel a little bit bad, he gets so overwhelmed when he’s close, this is a mean thing to do.

“Anything you want,” he moans, voice breathy. “Anything. Please. Please. I need you.”

You smile up at him and then sink back down. You pick up a firm, intense rhythm. You know what he likes, what he can’t resist. His fingers tighten in your hair as his hips start to buck up into you, trying to push as much of himself as he can between your lips. You hum, encouraging him and he whimpers. He says your name softly through gritted teeth, the tone of it fucking addicting. His whole body tenses, thighs shuddering and breath catching as he comes down your throat.

You swallow, moving your head and tongue, drawing out his pleasure as his fingers pull tight at your hair but don’t control your pace any longer. His orgasms are always so intense and you guide him through it, barely even tasting his release as you take him as deep as you can. Eventually he pulls you back with a shuddering whine and lewd pop as his cock slips from your lips. He looks down at you, expression sated, eyes full of adoration.

You start to tuck him back into his pants, enjoying the way that he hisses with overstimulation. He’s too much fun to tease. You stand up, knees and jaw protesting, but you can manage. You lean in and press a soft kiss to his cheek. “Happy birthday,” you whisper.

He turns his head, expression so relaxed and loose. It’s a rare look for him and honestly you can never get enough of it. He smiles at you, looking right into your eyes. You notice the exact moment that his expression shifts.

“That was a dirty trick,” he says, still slightly out of breath, voice rough.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you shrug. “I also would have kept going if you’d said no.”

His brows furrow while he thinks back to your words. You can’t help but smile when he realises that he’s trapped.

“You can have a few minutes to pull yourself together,” you grin, “but then we have to go. I want cake and I’m worried that Cid will eat all of it.”

Vincent sighs and you stop joking, for just a second anyway.

“I know Vin, I know.” You reassure him. “It’s honestly just a small thing. Everyone’s probably too drunk by now to remember it’s your birthday. I’ll stand next to you the whole time, even hold your hand if you want. They’re your friends and they just want to spend time with you.”

He leans his head on your shoulder and exhales a shaky breath. You press your cheek to his hair and wait for him.

“Alright,” he says eventually, standing up, long legs trembling slightly as he struggles to balance. “But only because you would never forgive me if you missed out on cake.”

[monstertreden]

「RUFUS'S EXPENSIVE CAKE ORDER 」

-Reader: Written with a female reader in mind -TW: none -Character: Reno (Final Fantasy 7) -Summary: Rufus decided to purchase a unique tower cake to celebrate his successful new board meeting, leaving Reno with the task of safely retrieving it. -Word count : 774 -A/N: This is my first time writing, thus forgive me for some grammatical errors or if I didn’t exactly nail Reno’s character🧍‍♀️I'm open to any feedback! I need to get back on my FF7 old hypetrain

It’s another lazy afternoon at the Turks’ headquarters in Midgar. Everyone else had been dismissed hours ago and, since then, you’ve been texting Elena about the new shop you recently visited. Just now everything seemed so peaceful— oh so peaceful—until Reno bursts through the door, stumbling over his own feet and nearly crashing into the meeting table. His signature red hair is messier than usual... was that sour cream on his goggles..?

 As soon as he stumbled, he quickly recomposed himself and adjusted the stray strands of hair that had fallen in front of his face, trying to look cool despite his grand entrance. "Alright-, listen- up pretty! We... got abitofasituationonourhands." He catches his breath and sits up beside you on the comfortable leather sofa, his arm draped over the backrest as he crosses his legs.

The gears in your head take a moment to process his words, then it hits you. You glance at him “Reno… shouldn’t you be working, instead of—whatever this is?” You gesture to his dishevelled appearance, plucking a strawberry from his hair. “Did you crash a wedding?”

“Pssh, nahh, plus I’m always workin’, no time for weddings...Heyy, listenn, hear me out, 'cause this is extremely serious” He leans in closer, a very exaggerated, overly dramatic, stare painted on his face, hands inching closer to the sides of your head, before impulsively shaking it.

“It’s the cake!”

“The hell are you talking about-“

"-A cake emergency!” Reno cuts you off “Rufus ordered this, like, super deluxe, tower cake from that fancy bakery in Sector 1, right? It’s that kind of cake that costs more than our week's pay combined! But here’s the thing—Tseng’s definitely gonna kill me if I bring this to him."

"Wait, you’re delivering cakes now? Did Tseng promote you to be Rufus’s personal Uber driver?"

“It’s not ‘delivering,’ alright? It’s more like escorting— see, it’s a top-priority mission.”

He says it with an air of importance, puffing out his chest, but then quickly deflates as he realizes the state of the cake box he put on the table, the bakery label on it is so faded it’s unreadable.

"But I... kinda...smashed it..."

Reno sulks, holding the slightly crumpled cake box like it’s a priceless treasure, while you burst into laughter.

“You’re kidding, right? Ohhh, he’s going to be soooo mad.”

“Look, it’s still edible!” He taps the wrinkled package “It’s just, you know... restructured.”

He opens the box, revealing the once-perfect cake in a state of complete chaos. Macarons and strawberries are scattered everywhere, and the longer you stare at it, the more it resembles an abstract art piece than a cake.

"Yeah, good luck explaining that to Tseng—let alone Rufus.”

Reno, completely unfazed, grins at you as if he has a brilliant plan.

“That’s where you come in! You’re good at talking to people, aren't you? My favorite schemer! You just gotta, you know, help me spin this whole thing. Maybe we can blame Rude or something. He won’t mind. We could smash the cake on his bald head..."

He says it with a casual wave of his hand, as if throwing his partner under the bus is no big deal.

“Yeahh, no thanks. This one’s all yours, buddy. Have fun with that. I’m not taking the blame for your mess if we get caught.”

The redhead groans and slumps back on the sofa. "Man, I was hoping you’d go along with me. How can you not agree to this?”

Just then, your phone buzzes. Expecting another text from Elena, you glance down, only to see a message from Rude pop up instead:

Rude: "That idiot dropped the cake, didn’t he? Rufus is getting impatient with each passing minute"

"Rude’s onto you."

"Of course he is..."

With a sigh and a big cat stretch, Reno stands up, grabbing the cake box with a determined look, despite its sorry state.

"Alright, alright, I’ll fix this. Maybe if I just... slap it back together? Yeah, yeah, that’ll do. Thanks for the pep talk. You can keep whatever fell out of my hair! …Maybee give me a call if I don’t make it back in, let’s say... 40 minutes, m’kay?"

And with that, Reno rushes out of Tusk's headquarters, shouting back as the cake box nearly slips from his hands. “But if this works, you owe me a nice, expensive dinner!”.

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His plan was bound to fail, regardless of what he attempted.

[intermittent-showers]

Oh God

A thought just came to me, and it's making me emotional. @autisticbuckley , your anon is to blame (affectionate)

So, Buck doesn't have a baby box. We know this and we know how fucking devastated he was to realize he doesn't have one. (And also like jfc that entire episode fucking hits, but we all know that too)

However, as much as I adore Tommy having a box, probably a shoe box or something practical, for Evan, filled with tiny little trinkets that remind him of Evan and their time together. How fucking beautiful would it be that Buck makes damn sure their kid has a baby box?

It's the first thing he gets when both he and Tommy decide they want to start a family. (I'm thinking surrogate because I want them to experience all the things). He puts a picture of their surrogate in the box, he adds the first ultrasound picture, he writes in a journal about all of the things he's excited for and also a few he's scared of when it comes to being a father.

Then, there's Tommy. Who had no one growing up. Buck had Maddie to teach him to ride a bike and other such things, but Tommy had to learn and do everything alone.

So, while Buck takes on the baby box, Tommy dreams of all the experiences.

The first birthday, with a smash cake just for the birthday boy or girl. It'll be messy, but he knows the joy on his kid's face will somehow heal a tiny bit of his broken inner child.

Then there'll be stories of the tooth fairy and bedtime hugs. Having ice cream for dinner on a random Monday night. They'll go camping and fishing and have family game nights. There will be bedtime stories and staying up late to watch just one more episode, please, Daddy, please!

And when their child is scared at bedtime, be it the dark or a bad dream or something that goes bump in the night, Tommy and Buck will hug the fears away. They won't tell their child to "get over it" or "leave them be." Instead, they'll pat the middle of their bed, make sure their child feels safe and loved, and seen and they'll all snuggle together in their bed, completely happy with this life they've made.

[yeonzzzn]

☕️beside you: niki

a you complete me series: two / seven

pairing: niki x afab!reader

word count: 1.5k

synopsis: luckily niki’s birthday fell on a saturday and with the help of the pack you made his birthday morning special

genre: established relationship, vampire!niki, vampire!reader

warnings: mentions of blood, cutie pie birthday boy niki ♡

p1: vampires bleeding mlist

☾ sunghoon(1) | niki(2) | heeseung(3) | jungwon(4) | jake(5) | jay(6) | sunoo(7) ☽

You spent weeks trying to make Niki’s birthday perfect. 

You bothered the boys nonstop about perfect gifts or things to do for him and with him. 

The boys gave you plenty of ideas, and they were so perfect. 

Until the day before his birthday, a snowstorm pulled in. 

You blamed Sunghoon, for being the ice vampire prince that he was. Mr. Penguin in his past life as his mate calls him. 

The school was even canceled Friday morning. Which obviously Niki and you were happy about. 

But then all your plans went out the window. 

“Jay! I don’t know what to do!” you whispered into the phone, peeking around the living room making sure Niki’s eyes and ears were still glued to the video game on the television, “Everything closed down.” 

Jay sighed on the other end of the phone, “What does Heeseung say?” 

You shrugged your shoulders as if Jay could see it, “What even would Heeseung be able to do?” 

“You both live with him,” Jay scoffed, “Did you even think to see what Heeseung could help plan?” 

You rolled your eyes, “Heeseung has been at the hospital all day, and __ is stuck at the hospital with him because of the storm.” 

Even with Jay’s silence, you could hear his annoyance through the phone. 

“I could bake him a cake?” Jay finally said, “I can bake it now and sneak it over there tonight.”

Your eyes brightened, “Please! Jay, thank you so much!” 

“Yeah yeah,” he groaned, you could hear his face dropping into his hands, “I’ll call Heeseung and let him know too.” 

You thanked him again and ended the call. 

Out of the side of his eye, Niki saw you walking back into the living room. 

He smiled wide, pushing the right side of his headset off his ear, leaning into the corner of the couch, and patting the space between his legs. 

You sat between his legs, leaning your back against his chest. Niki rested his hands on your lap, fingers button smashing on the controller. 

“Where did you run off to?” Niki asked, resting his head against yours. 

“Missed me that much already?” you teased him. 

Niki chuckled, “I always miss you when you aren’t beside me.” 

“I just went to call Heeseung,” you lied, “I wanted to make sure they were okay at the hospital due to this storm.” 

Niki shrugged, not having any thoughts or worries, “Hyung and __ are vampires, a little snow won’t hurt.” 

You shrugged. 

“I bet Sunghoon Hyung is having the time of his life.” 

You agreed, “Want to watch a movie?” 

Not even ten minutes into the movie Niki was slumped on the couch and passed out. Which was what you were hoping for. 

You kept checking outside, moving the blinds every few minutes to see when Jay would appear with the cake. 

Almost fifteen minutes passed before Jay walked up the steps of the apartment complex and to your door. 

You quietly opened it, placing your finger to your lips, “He’s asleep on the couch,” 

Jay nodded, carefully slipping in with Heeseung and __ following behind him. 

“Jeez, that snow is terrible,” Heeseung whispered, sliding his coat off his body and onto the coat rack. 

“Welcome home my king and queen,” you teased them, earning glares from not just Heeseung and his mate, but also from Jay. 

“I said you don’t have to call us that,” Heeseung sighed, sitting down at the kitchen table, “We aren’t even fully oathed.” 

Jay placed Niki’s cake in the fridge, pointing at it and then at Niki, basically saying to not let him get into the fridge. 

Jay also sat at the table, wrapping his arms together, “Maybe you should go take the oath,” he said looking between the king and queen, “Now that you have a mate.” 

Heeseung shrugged, “I’ll think about it,” he looked over at the sleeping Niki, “What’s the plan for tomorrow?”

—

You snuck out of your room, the smell of coffee filling the apartment. 

You tipped toe to Niki’s room, carefully opening the door, and seeing him still asleep. After closing the door gently, you carefully walked into the kitchen. 

Heeseung was brewing the coffee while __ was setting up the table. 

“We can take the cake out in a few minutes,” she said, “Once Heeseung finishes the coffee we will pull the cake out.” 

You nodded, grabbing four blood bags from the fridge and setting them down on the table, “He might wake up soon, so we have to hurry.” 

She finished putting the plates, utensils, and napkins on the table beside everyone’s blood bags. Heeseung placed the cake in the middle, placing the candles on the top. 

“I think it’s time to wake him up ourselves,” Heeseung whispered, “If he already woke up he isn’t going to come out since it’s Saturday.” 

You nodded, “Light the candles then, I’ll go get him.” 

You carefully opened his door, Niki was still very much asleep. 

You slowly walked to his bed, sitting down on the edge, “Wake up, cutie pie.” you softly spoke, tapping your mate's shoulder. 

Niki’s eyes fluttered open, a small smile forming on his face, “Good morning,” 

“Good morning, sweetheart.”

Niki sat up in bed, stretching his arms out before pulling you close to him, “Let’s go back to sleep.” 

“Oh no no no,” you place your hands on his shoulders, pushing yourself back, “It’s time to get up.” 

Niki narrowed his eyes at you, he knew you were up to something, “What are you planning?” 

You bat your eyes at him, “Me? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

You could tell by the look in his eyes that he didn’t believe you. 

Niki wasn’t stupid. It’s his birthday today, there’s no way you didn’t have anything planned for him. 

But he knew if he didn’t get up now, his hyung would be marching in here himself. 

“Okay,” he said, cupping your face with his hands, “You’re up to something, Y/N, I can feel it.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “Just get up and get dressed. Brush your teeth too!” 

Niki giggled, placing a soft kiss on your nose before he kicked you out of his room so he could change. 

—

Niki walked out of the bathroom, after freshening up. 

The apartment was dark, only the light from the windows came through. 

He walked down the hall, to turn the corner to see you, Heeseung, and __ standing by the table with the light from the candles brightening the room. 

A happy birthday banner hung on the wall, with a few red, yellow, and blue balloons. 

Niki couldn’t wipe the smile from his face. How could he possibly even fight it? His loved ones were standing in front of him, celebrating his day. 

They sang to him, causing Niki to hide his face in his hands. 

You rushed him over to the table, “Make a wish, baby.” 

Niki blew the candles out, the room falling darker but the sounds of his family cheering and clapping filled the darkness. 

Once the lights were turned on, everyone sat at the table. 

Heeseung cut the pancake-flavored cake, which was perfect for a breakfast food item for today, and passed a piece to everyone along with their coffee. 

Even though vampires don’t need food, it was fun to enjoy it now and then. 

Niki sipped on his blood bag, looking between his hyung, his mate, and you. His heart raced faster from the happiness he was feeling. 

One by one, the rest of the members of the pack called and wished him a happy birthday. 

Jake: “Happy birthday mate! Here’s to many more brother!”

Jake’s mate: “Enjoy your day little brother! Don’t cause too much chaos!”

Sunghoon: “Damn you’re getting older…but I am glad I share my birthday with you.” 

Sunghoon’s mate: “You’ve grown a lot since we met, even with you being stuck at seventeen, you’re still growing older and wiser by the day. Happy birthday!” 

Jungwon & his mate: “YOI!!! Happy birthday!!” 

Jay: “Happy birthday little bro, enjoy the cake I baked for you.” 

Jay’s mate: “Make sure to make plenty of birthday wishes and continue to raise hell! Happy birthday, Niki!” 

The smile on Niki’s face wouldn’t leave, he could feel the muscles in his face getting sore from how much he was smiling and laughing. 

You eventually leaned your head on his shoulder, snuggling close to him, “I am sorry your birthday couldn’t have been celebrated more. The snowstorm took us all by surprise.”

Niki wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer, “I don’t need a fancy birthday party or even a fancy day to be celebrated a certain way. This way was perfect.” 

You nodded, tangling your fingers with his, “What did you wish for when you blew the candles out?” 

Niki shook his head, “Nothing.” 

You sat up and looked at him, “Why not!?” 

All Niki could do was smile, placing his hand on your cheek, his thumb tracing your jawline, “Because I already have my wish. To be beside you for the rest of eternity.” 

You softly smiled, “But you already get that.” 

He nodded, looking between you, Heeseung, and __, “Having you all beside me is enough. I couldn’t be more thankful for you guys, thank you for an amazing birthday.” 

Heeseung clapped, “Here’s to you, brother.” 

You pull Niki into a hug, “Happy birthday, Nishimura Riki, I love you so much.” 

He hugged you back tighter, resting his face on your shoulder, “I love you too, thank you so much.”

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😜💖 friendship is magic 😌✨ (Chapter Four of The Doll) — slytherin boys x gn! ‘the boy’ (2016)! reader

❕new addition of Regulus Black❕

tws: dolls, obviously; reader referred to as ‘it’ (presumed inanimate); mentions of past child character death(s); mentions of a house fire—implied arson; violence; & murder

based entirely off of the 2016 film ‘the boy’. just slow plot shit this chapter, i’m afraid

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Determined to find the source of the leak, Blaise tromps back out to the hall to find wherever the L/Ns stashed their pole hook to open the attic. Tucked away in a dusty corner is where Blaise finds it, and he carries it back into Y/N’s room with a pleased expression.

This was going to be a piece of cake. If Blaise could find the leak and patch it up, maybe the L/Ns would put in a good word with the courts and shorten their sentences. Or his, anyway.

Slowly raising the pole hook up towards the ring handing from the attic ladder, Blaise missed multiple times, the ring bouncing off of the hook.

“Hey.”

“Holy fucking-” Blaise startles and drops the pole hook, taking a step back. The figure standing in the doorway of Y/N’s room waves awkwardly.

“Sorry- I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m Regulus? Er- Regulus Black? I’m the grocery boy for the L/Ns.” He trails off, motioning to the milk crate he held against one hip that was practically overflowing with produce and wrapped butcher’s packages.

“Oh! Yes, yeah, sorry. Uh, house just has me on edge is all,” Blaise rubs the back of his neck in embarrassment. “Do you need help with the groceries?”

Regulus’ eyebrows raise and he smiles. “That would be fantastic, actually,” he turns on his heel, already starting down the stairs.

Blaise has to jog to catch up, following the spry boy ahead of him down to the kitchen. Regulus is maybe a year younger than him, but has far too much energy for five in the morning.

“So why are you lot here? The L/Ns aren’t exactly known for their warmth and welcoming-ness. If you’ll excuse my bluntness, they don’t really have a propensity for entertaining guests.”

“They’re on vacation. Uh, we’re here as part of a…community service punishment,” he winces as he skates around the truth.

“Ah, nice,” Regulus seems unruffled as he puts away a carton of eggs. “What are they making you do? House-sitting?”

“Uh, babysitting.”

Regulus hums. “Ah, really? They didn’t take Y/N with them? That’s pretty surprising.”

Blaise startles. “Please tell me you don’t also think it’s…”

“Alive? ‘Course not. But it’s better to just humor them. Mrs. L/N gets awfully upset if you mention anything about it being inanimate, and this job pays too well for me to want to piss off my employers.”

Blaise laughs. “That’s fair. So…was there really an Y/N? Like, an actual one?”

Regulus nods, handing him a stack of cans and motioning towards the cabinet they belonged in. “Mhm. We were never allowed to play with them when we were kids. My older brother always called them freakish. And Mr. L/N only ever described them—the one time I asked, back when I very first started working for them—as odd.”

Blaise pauses halfway through stacking apples in the fruit bowl. “You knew them? Like, you were the same age?”

“They were a year or two older than me, but yeah,” Regulus accepts the mug of coffee Blaise offers with a quiet thanks, sitting down with him at the kitchen table.

“Anyway, story goes that they were playing out in the woods with Brahms—he was their only friend, that I know of—and they got in an argument or something… Mr. Heelshire—that’s Brahms’ dad—found ‘im by the river, skull all smashed up. The police chief wanted to question Y/N, you know, just to cover all the bases, but nobody could find ‘em and then-”

Regulus makes a fwoosh noise, setting down his mug to spread his hands out as if to imitate an dramatic explosion.

“Boom! The L/Ns’ house completely burned down. The only person inside? Y/N L/N.”

Regulus takes a sip of his coffee before speaking again. “Look, I’m not saying they’re connected, but…”

Blaise shivers, cracking his knuckles anxiously. “How long ago was this?”

“Oh, a while. Happened when I was real young. I think Y/N was…eight or nine. Should be just about a decade since then.”

“So why the doll?”

“Nobody knows,” Regulus shrugs. “They rebuilt the house after the fire, and then the doll just showed up one day. It’s creepy as fuck, I’m aware.”

“Just a bit,” Blaise drawls.

Regulus laughs. “You seem cool, man. D’you wanna come hang out with me sometime? I could take you to the good restaurants in town for like, lunch or something. Lord knows you gotta get outta this house.”

“Sounds great,” Blaise grins. “Would be nice to hang out with literally anyone other than those guys. I love ‘em, but y��know.”

“Well, if you’re not busy, how ‘bout today? There’s this awesome old-school diner that makes the best onion rings-”

Regulus chatters on, promising to pick Blaise up at noon for lunch. Blaise smiles, actually smiles, and tells him he can’t wait. After walking him out to his car, Regulus calls from the window, in a sing-song voice,

“See you soon, Blaisey-Waisey!”

Merlin, he’d get along great with Pansy, Blaise muses as he walks back towards the house.