#take a sip of da juice

[gingerjolover]

can we prioritize jb controversially young gf pleaseeeee i vote yes

to ease y'all into it, get ya warmed up, here's a little appetizer (courtesy of my friends @boywithpinkcarnation and @ever-siince-new-york aka the loves of my life)

julien w a controversially!young gf

okay i have an (unpopular) opinion that i don't think julien would date someone controversially young not because there's something wrong with it but because she will get so existential and I feel like she would feel bad if your brain wasn't fully developed lol

however!!!! this aside, lets continue

I don't think it would be a best friends little siblings scenario or like the kid of someone on her team or the bg team

young!gf is probably a writer or an artist of some kind and julien is either a fan or is at a charity event or something similar and she meets boygenius and they all instantly love her sm

and jules and young!gf really hit it off and so julien leaves with her number but doesn't find out shes young until like 3 days later

has an absolute crisis about it, especially because she doesn't want to hurt you or change you

thinking young!gf is 20 about to be 21, like just old enough that some people will be like um??? but also you're a whole-ass adult so you can do what ya want

but julien and young!gf have a very serious convo bc they are both feeling the vibe and julien just wants a healthy, mutually beneficial, safe, and loving relationship

but anyways

lets get right to it, phoebe and lucy and MUNA love you

like the love u sm but they also love teasing julien

julien could be getting up from a chair or like be laying on the floor and phoebe is yelling "life alert" to you, a glare pushing its way onto jules's face

phoebe is the biggest instigator, always snapping photos of you both candidly and adding them to her photo dumps

I had that phoebe buys young!gf a t-shirt that says I love milfs but @boywithpinkcarnation said a shirt with I <3 cougars and its iconic honestly

phoebe will 1000% caption a photo of you sitting on jb's lap and be like "sugar daddy vibes🤑" or one of jb sitting on your lap with the caption "jb is taking babysitting wayyy too seriously" (@boywithpinkcarnation)

they all call you baby and they mean it

katie is the second biggest instigator and right after that is lucy, then nomi, then jo

katie always teases about "respect your elders"

lucy will post a very wholesome photo of the two of you but caption it "spend time and cherish your elders, they aren't around forever❤️" (straight from social queen @boywithpinkcarnation)

eventually young!gf gets into it and starts making jokes like kelli tiktok vibes (@ever-siince-new-york)

she gets asked in a day in the life vid or a live a question about jules and shes like "I'm not sure really...i just with her for the money," and julien is in the back like that interview when lucy says they're breaking up like "baby! don't say that! it's not funny!" and she's groaning coming into frame, her hand on young!gf's head, "they're gonna start to believe you, ya know?" like all sassy how jb gets🤓☝🏼

PRIVATE BUT NOT SECRET VIBEZZZZ @ever-siince-new-york, carlena said and i quote, "like they're not lovesurging on tiktok but if the paps get jb giving hickies on film... oh well��"

they are also STOKED for you to turn 21, since most of them are sober the idea of getting you drunk is so appealing

and jb is SO protective, like already jb has her hands on young!gf all. the. time. like in the dip of her back or on her hips or hand on the back of her neck, jb is always making some type of physical contact

BUT especially in the club or at a bar

they do get freaky on her 21st bday hehe

maybe the day after bc young!gf just lets joi keep giving her shots and julien is just standing there jaw dropped because who knew their sweet baby girl was a mf tank

but lit katie, molly, kelli, jo, nomi, lucy, and phoebe LOVE you sm, like yes you're young and everyone is pushing or already 30 but young!gf is so profound and mature but not in a way that's not acting her age, she just has a very old soul and enjoys rest and knows what she likes and what she wants

and julien loooooves this, like jules doesn't want to groom you and mold you into something you're not, she wants you to act your age and like she doesn't isolate you or make you act 28 because everyone is around that age. like she fully supports if you wanna go out and party or like do something kinda childish or if you wanted to stress about school or be homesick, julien lets you just vibe and doesn't pressure you to grow up faster, she truly just wants you to grow up without the age gap looming over you

back to the daddy!jb antics, without infantalizing you, jb handles ALL of the "adult stuff" like y'all def split bills if you live together but she manages all of the subscriptions and pays all of the utilities and makes sure your car has gas and is always maintained like takes it to get inspected and stuff

if young!gf is in school than that's your biggest priority in jb's eyes, like yes focus on school or your work and then when you graduate we'll start to divvy up the household stuff

jb just loves to care for you, like she always has an extra hair tie on her wrist and its your scrunchie like the one you love

before you live together, jb is stocking her house w your stuff to make you comfy

your fave snacks are in the kitchen, your fave drinks in the fridge

jb buys a full size of your fave perfume and body wash, she has you pick out pajamas for her dresser and puts a jewelry holder on her dresser just for you (@ever-siince-new-york 🥹)

if you're in school, jb def has a desk set up in her office or music room and its one she built and it has cute pens and stationary and a pretty keyboard and a comfy chair where you can cross your legs and then under it is built in storage for some of your books and crocheting/knitting/crafting stuff

when you move in, jb designs (w the help of lucy and Katie) your own office where you can write and paint and it has the best sunlight in the whole house

julien also gets really anxious leaving you at home, not because you're not capable but she grows so attached and is like "you'll be a different person when i come back:("

always sending flowers and dinner and gifts while on the road (@ever-siince-new-york)

not smut but smut adjacent

julien is sooooo nervous to have sex w young!gf

maybe she hasn't done it before or julien just feels a lot of pressure to take care of her

and she has to be like "do you not like me?" kinda insecurely because julien is treating her like shes glass

and jb is like "oh my god sweet girl, no no no, i- of course i- i love you!"

and she's like "you WHAT??"

[chiumii]

rough ~ sunghoon x reader

ଓ ⋆˙⊹ [ 성훈 ] ☆ thinking about how sunghoon comes across as the sweet, loving, perfect boyfriend out in public, but an absolute freak in bed. I mean absolutely fucking nasty.

Word count: 1k

sunghoon x reader smut

dom hoon and sub reader. daddy kink, size kink, breeding, slight hints at cnc, slapping, choking, manhandling, slapping dacryphilia degrading, praise. hoonie is so mean n ruthless ugh this was just a super quick thought I has so I decided to write something about it, dont expect it to be good, not proof read.

sunghoon being the most perfect, loving boyfriend is such a yes. he takes you out to fancy restraunts, buys you new jewelry whenever you want, getting you sweet treats as frequently as possible. he spoils you completely rotten. of course he would, you're his little girl! he would hold your hand as he leads you through the mall while shopping, his arms holding your bags as you sip on the cute little drinks you like so much. he would lean into your ear and whisper about how cute you looked today, pressing a long, chaste kiss on your cheek, smirking to himself as your face heated up in the prettiest shade of pink.

you would think he was the sweetest person alive an hour ago, but that opinion was ripped out of your head the second he got you alone.

"h-hoonie, slow a-ahngh please!" it took him less than a second after walking in through the front door, throwing your shopping bags to the side before pressing your front up against the nearest wall and hiking your little short skirt up over your ass.

his thrusts are ruthless as he pounds into you from behind, his hips snapping against your plush ass. his hands are holding you up against the wall and your legs dangle in the air. his pants aren't even pulled all the way down as they hug just below his thighs, your pink panties pulled to the side are now completely soaked as he fucks you through your orgasm.

you squirt all over the his dick and the wall in front of you. your juices dripping down your thighs and onto the floor as you thrash in your boyfriends hold, begging him to let you go.

"stay still you fucking brat" you don't listen to him, your legs still kicking out while his long dick kisses your cervix with every thrust.

"da-ddaddyy hurts, s-low please mmmh" he pulls you off the wall with a grunt, lifting you up in the air as he drags you to the couch, throwing you down onto the cushions. you land on your stomach with a soft 'hmph', and before you can turn around, you feel sunghoons hands force you onto your knees; your back arched with your ass in the air.

you go to look back at your boyfriend, but are quickly met with his hand tangling in your hair, forcing you face into the couch roughly. he gives you no time to think before his dick bullies its way back into your puffy cunt, instantly hitting your sweet spot as his balls slap against your swollen clit.

"shut the fuck up and stay down" his words are so mean :( but you feel your aching pussy throb when he speaks to you in such a way

his hips keep up a steady, quick pace as he fucks you. your screams being absorbed into the couch, your muffled cries only fuel him further, landing a harsh smack onto your ass, a bright red handprint being left on your perfect skin.

your walls squeeze him as he slaps you again, and again, and again. your legs begin to thrash around again, your hands coming up to grip the sides of the couch as you scream

"wan' cum, daddy please may I cum please please !-" he hears you, even though you're face is so deep into the cushions of the couch, soaking the material with your drool. it pisses him off. he grabs your pony tails on either side of your head and forces your head up, biting your ear lob harshly before speaking.

"did you not hear me? I said keep your damn mouth shut" he takes his cock out and flips you over on your back. you whine at the emptiness as he lifts your legs into the air, contorting your body so you fold in on yourself, your knees being pressed next to your head as he forces you into a mating press.

you shriek in pain, his dick finding its way inside you once more, bruising your gummy walls. you quiver at your boyfriends roughness, his delicate touch from earlier long gone as you're left with this monster.

your moans light a fire in the pit of sunghoons stomach. tears roll down your rosey cheeks, and sunghoon can't help but coo at you.

"dont cry sweetie, it'll be over soon, let daddy use your pathetic body just a lil more" you choke at his words, clenching around him when he speaks to you. knots form in your tummy, quickly beginning to unravel as fast as they came.

"daddy! cum please! wan' cum n-ngh fff' pl-please!" you're making such a mess, sunghoons assault on your cunt is so sloppy, and the sight of your ponytails becoming tangled and messy makes him throw your legs down.

His hand moves to your throat as he watches the outline of his dick disappear and then reappear with each thrust.

"oh my god, such a pretty little girl, so perfect and tiny. you like it when daddy abuses your tiny hole hmm?" he asks you and you nod, bringing your lower lip inbetween your teeth as you bite down hard enough to draw blood.

sunghoon retraces his hand from your throat and slaps you. your eyes fling open in shock as your lips quiver.

"you answer daddy when he asks you a question, understand slut?"

"yes daddy, I understand! love it when daddy uses my body, feels s' good !" you squeal, arching your back into the man above you, wrapping your arms around his neck, scratching his shoulders through his shirt.

"you wanna take my cum, sweet girl? stuff you so fucking full 'nd breed your tiny little pussy. oh fuck- good fucking god" sunghoons cock twitches, your cunt clamping down on him with insane grip.

"who owns this pussy, doll?" he slaps your clit, your juices leaping into the air, staining sunghoons shirt.

"daddy does !" you yelp, your orgasm approaching fast.

"such a good girl, cum for me baby, let yourself go all over me sweet thing" and so you do, creaming all around sunghoons length as you flutter around him like the pretties butterfly, souring right into sunghoons cage and being locked away from all eyes.

his pretty little baby ૮ ྀི◞͈ ˔ ◟͈ ྀིა

[spicyschemmenti]

SOMEHOW, SHE'S IN CHARGE ➫ casey novak

pairing: casey novak x bumbling idiot!fem!reader

synopsis: casey is prepared for a lot of things in her career. grueling cases, tough defense attorneys, and long nights buried in paperwork. what she isn’t prepared for is discovering that the new district attorney is the same woman she just watched pour orange juice into her coffee

warnings: reader puts herself in awkward and embarassing situations, reader is clumsy and chaotic

word count: 1.2k

MASTERLIST

Casey’s day had been going fine. Court had gone smoothly, she only had one more case review before lunch, and she’d managed to avoid running into that adorably chaotic woman who seemed to exist in a constant state of mild distress.

Until now.

She stands in the break room, staring in absolute disbelief as you, the aforementioned human disaster, stir orange juice into your coffee like it’s completely normal. You’re not even paying attention, humming to yourself, wearing an oversized blazer that looks two seconds away from slipping off your shoulder, your hair slightly messy like you forgot to brush it in your rush to work. The lid to the orange juice carton is on the floor, and Casey is pretty sure you didn’t even realize you dropped it.

"You, uh… you meant to do that?" she asks, tilting her head.

You blink like you just remembered she was there. "Huh?"

Casey gestures vaguely to the abomination in your hands. "The coffee. The orange juice. You just—" She waves her hand, unable to even finish the sentence.

"Oh! Yeah." You take a sip, and your face immediately contorts in regret. "Oh, wow, that is so bad."

"Yeah," Casey deadpans. "Shocking."

You make a small, suffering noise and set the mug down, like you don’t even trust yourself to hold it anymore. Then, as if the universe needs to hammer home just how much of a mess you are, you spin to throw something in the trash and promptly knock over an entire stack of case files that were sitting on the counter.

Papers scatter across the floor. You freeze. Casey closes her eyes for a brief moment, inhaling like she’s gathering strength.

"Cool," you mutter to yourself, hands on your hips as you stare at the chaos you’ve just created. "Super cool."

Casey sighs and kneels down, helping you gather the papers. "You always like this?" she asks, handing you a file.

"Oh, yeah. Whole life," you say with an exasperated smile. "I mean, it’s mostly fine! Just little things. Like, this morning I tripped getting out of bed, and my coffee maker kind of exploded, and then I dropped my phone in a puddle, but—" you hold up a finger, like you’re about to make an excellent point—"I got here on time! Which is more than I can say for yesterday."

Casey just stares at you. Who lets you operate heavy machinery?

She’s already mentally filing you away as someone she’s going to have to keep an eye on—not in a bad way, just, you know, to make sure you don’t accidentally set the office on fire—when a voice interrupts.

"Ms. Novak?"

She turns to see one of the junior attorneys standing in the doorway. "Are you ready for your meeting with the DA?"

"Yeah, just—" she stands, brushing dust off her skirt. "Where are they?"

The attorney gestures toward you. You.

Casey looks at you. You give her a sheepish little wave, still clutching a file upside down.

"You're the DA?" Casey blurts out before she can stop herself.

"Uhh… yeah?" You say it like even you can’t believe it. "Newly appointed! Just started last week. You know, whole ‘shiny new District Attorney’ thing. Trying my best. Not setting things on fire, so, y’know… that’s a win."

Casey squints at you. You are holding a coffee cup full of orange juice. There is a very real possibility that you misplaced your own office keys at some point today. This person is running the DA’s office.

"Uh-huh," Casey mutters, rubbing her temples. "Right. Okay. Cool."

"Anyway!" you say brightly, rocking on your heels. "We should totally get to that meeting before they send a search party."

And then you walk directly into the doorframe.

Casey groans. "I need a stronger coffee."

Casey follows you to the meeting room in a state of mild shock, clutching her coffee like it’s the only thing tethering her to reality. You, this complete and utter disaster of a human, are the District Attorney. The head of the office. The person she technically answers to.

She sneaks a glance at you as you walk, still a little dazed from the revelation. Your oversized blazer keeps slipping off your shoulder, and you keep pushing it up only for it to slide right back down. You’re flipping through a file as you walk, mumbling something under your breath, completely oblivious to the way the hallway full of other attorneys keeps subtly moving out of your way, as if they’ve all learned to give you a wide berth for their own safety.

Casey is starting to suspect that you might be a legal genius trapped in the body of a chaotic mess. That’s the only explanation, right? Otherwise, there’s no way you’d have this job.

You finally reach the conference room and push the door open, except it doesn’t move because you’re pulling instead of pushing. You blink at it for a second, clearly confused, before switching tactics and shoving it open with an awkward laugh. Casey, standing right behind you, just closes her eyes and exhales slowly.

Inside, the room is already full of attorneys and detectives, papers spread out across the table. Olivia Benson and Elliot Stabler sit on one side, their expressions unreadable, while some of the ADAs murmur amongst themselves. Casey takes a seat, watching as you drop your files onto the table with an unceremonious thump.

"Alright, folks," you say, clapping your hands together. "Let’s talk case strategy."

You don’t even notice that your coffee cup, which you set down a little too close to the edge, is teetering dangerously. Casey notices. And now, apparently, it’s her job to keep you from causing minor disasters, because she smoothly reaches over and slides the cup to safety before you can knock it onto a detective’s lap. You don’t even register it.

The meeting begins, and Casey is bracing for impact. But then something wild happens.

You start talking about the case, and it’s like flipping a switch.

Your previously scattered energy sharpens into focus as you flip through documents and analyze evidence with an alarming level of precision. You start throwing out legal strategies, breaking down arguments, and countering objections before anyone can even make them. Every time someone raises a concern, you have an answer ready—a good answer.

It’s terrifying.

Casey watches, stunned, as you pick apart a potential defense strategy like it’s nothing, completely in your element. You lean forward, tapping a document with your pen, your once-awkward movements now deliberate and confident. Even Stabler, who usually looks unimpressed by everything, is giving you an appraising nod.

This… this makes no sense.

Not even ten minutes ago, you were drinking orange juice coffee. You almost took yourself out by walking into a doorframe. And now you’re making legal arguments that even Casey wouldn’t have thought of?

Who are you?

Then, in the middle of a brilliant breakdown of jury strategy, you gesture a little too enthusiastically and send your pen flying across the table.

It lands in front of Olivia with a soft clink.

The room goes silent for a second.

You blink at it.

Then, with absolutely zero shame, you just point at Olivia and say, "That’s yours now."

Olivia snorts. The tension in the room breaks, and a few people chuckle. You just keep going like nothing happened, diving back into your strategy like the absolute menace you are.

Casey drops her head into her hand, suppressing a groan.

She has no idea how you exist, but she’s starting to suspect she’s never going to be bored again.

[hazbinshusk]

Um, prompt #32 for Husk, pretty please? Maybe him getting possessive because someone was flirting with his doll? It's completely optional, but can you add more cat instincts and actions on his part, too? Da cat doesn't want anyone touching his mate-

prompt #32: a kiss while someone watches.

You take a sip of your drink as you crowd watch the latest mixer at the new Hazbin Hotel, observing the potential new residents with mild curiosity. These nights didn’t often seem to actually incur many new guests, but they still made for a welcome change to your routine every now and then. You smile to yourself as you watch a prospective guest back away from an overbearing Niffty, setting your empty glass on the bar behind you.

“’Nother one?”

Your smile widens as you meet Husk’s eye, leaning your elbow on the bar and resting your chin in your palm. He picks up a cocktail shaker invitingly despite the fact that you know he hates making more complicated drinks on nights like this. Still, you cast a glance over your shoulder before responding, mindful of your agreement to keep your relationship just between the two of you. “You spoil me, baby.”

He smirks, pouring gin, lemon juice and Amaretto into the shaker. You admire the easy, fluid movements he makes as he does it, fishing a bottle of simple syrup from under the bar and eyeballing the measurement as he adds it. “’s all part of my dastardly plan, doll.”

“Ooh,” you say as he separates an egg white into the mix and dry shakes it together. “You gonna have your way with me later?”

Husk shrugs a shoulder, feigning casual as he adds ice and shakes again. “Maybe.”

“Why wait?” you ask as he pours. “Pretty sure no one would miss us if we happened to disappear long enough for a quickie in the broom closet.”

He blinks and pink rises in his cheeks. He lowers his voice and his tone turns to caramel, seductive in a way that sends excitement straight between your thighs. “Oh, baby, nothin’ I want to do to you is gonna be quick.”

You flush and Husk chuckles as he slides the cocktail over to you. You try to hide your reaction by taking a sip of your drink, the sweet flavor teasing over your tongue. “You fucking flirt.”

Husk grins, his mouth opening to reply. He stops the moment you feel a body move up beside you.

“Okay, I gotta ask,” you turn at the sudden baritone, a wolfish-looking sinner leaning on the bar beside you. “Why haven’t you been in any of the commercials for this place?”

“I’m sorry?”

He shrugs, a playful smirk on his lips. He’s pretty good-looking, with broad shoulders and bicep muscles that show even under the silver fur covering his arms. “I’m just saying, you’d have sinners lined up around the block just for a chance to say ‘hi’ if they knew you were living here.”

“And how do you know I live here?”

He jerks a thumb over his shoulder. “I asked Angel Dust about you.”

You glance over the wolf’s shoulder, catching the spider’s eye. Angel grins, raising his glass in a mock-toast and gives you a cheesy wink that tells you exactly what he thinks is going to happen between the two of you.

“Uh-huh,” you say dryly, but smile anyway. It is kind of flattering, and as cheesy as the line he just gave you is, he isn’t actually giving off any bad vibes. Besides, Charlie was desperate for new residents; the least you can do is be friendly to this guy long enough to open his mind to her inevitable pitch. The last thing you want to do is sour the energy in the room after all the work Charlie and Vaggie have put in, so you guess you can at the very least be friendly. “So, I’m guessing this is you saying ‘hi’?”

He laughs, taking a seat beside you. He turns to catch Husk’s attention, pointing at both your glasses, despite the fact that you’ve barely had a chance to touch yours.

“Guess so.” he smiles, attention back on you. He didn’t even seem to notice the way Husk glowers, the soft growl vibrating through the cat’s throat as he watches the two of you. “So… think you can sell me on this whole redemption thing?”

*             *             *

You spend longer than you thought you would talking to Andris; his casual flirting was more friendly than lewd, and relatively easy to ignore. He seems to take your gentle rejections in stride, and you’re surprised when he stands and holds out a paw, an eyebrow raised in flirtatious invitation.

“So… what d’you say you show me around upstairs?” he asks suggestively. “Help me get a real… feel for the place?”

Your response is interrupted by a growl from behind the bar.

Andris raises a brow, his hand still extended to you. “You good, old man? Did I forget to tip?”

He sounds legitimately confused, but Husk only bares his teeth further with a hiss. You stretch a hand out across the bar as his tail waves behind him in agitation. Sliding your hand over Husk’s, you feel the soft fur quivering beneath your fingers as he gouges his claws into the wood. You turn your attention back to Andris, offering him an apologetic smile you don’t really feel. “Y’know, I think I’m gonna have to pass.”

“Why?” The wolf seems genuinely surprised, his tone a joking tease. “’Cause granddad’s gone all old-fashioned on us?”

“Listen here, fuck—” Husk begins, but you silence his insult by raising yourself off your stool, leaning over the bar and pulling him into a kiss. You feel his growl die against your lips as his anger is overtaken by surprise, and you ignore the part of your brain trying desperately to remind you that your relationship isn’t supposed to be public as Husk relaxes into the embrace. He wraps a hand around the back of your neck, his rough tongue sliding into your mouth.

His kiss is firm and possessive, the movements messier than usual as he stakes his claim over you. Still, you whimper into the embrace, and it takes you a few moments to remember to pull away again. Husk doesn’t want to let you go, and another warning growl runs through him as you part. You wrap your hand around his, your face flushed and your cheeks pink.

“Like I said…” you say breathlessly to an astounded Andris as you turn back to him. “I think I’ll pass.”

The wolf blinks once, twice, before a scowl mars his features. Another warning growl from Husk has him leaving without further comment.

“Well…” You clear your throat awkwardly, squeezing Husk’s paw. You notice Charlie on the other side of the room, eyes so wide and bright as she stares at the two of you that you’re surprised little cartoon hearts aren’t erupting out of her head. Vaggie stands beside her, a hand on her hip and what you could swear is a knowing smirk on her lips. “I think our secret’s out.”

Husk follows your gaze, his cheeks flushing slightly. “Was nice while it lasted.”

“Yeah,” you sigh, smiling. “Charlies’ so gonna make a big deal about this.”

“Yup.”

“So…”

“Fuckin’ finally!” you’re interrupted by Angel as he approaches, rolling his eyes dramatically. He takes Andris’ vacated stool, sliding his empty glass towards Husk. The bartender rolls his eyes, but releases your hand so he can fix him a new drink. “I thought I was gonna have’ta come over here an’ put the moves on ya myself if it meant the two o’ ya finally admittin’ you’re a thing!”

“You…” you stutter incredulously. “You knew we were…?”

“Toots, everybody knows!” Angel waves a hand towards the rest of the room, and you see Cherri raise her glass to you with a suggestive grin. “You ain’t exactly subtle with all the goo-goo eyes ol’ Whiskers has been sendin’ your way!”

“I do not have… whatever the fuck ‘goo-goo eyes’ are.” Husk argues, pouring Angel’s drink.

“Baby, you have no idea jus’ how bad you’ve got it for this one, do ya?” The porn star replies, patting the side of your face mockingly. He downs his drink in one, shooting Husk a wink. “But thanks for takin’ the bait with ol’ Andris over there. I was worried I might’ve actually had to pay out Cherri on you two.”

“You were betting on us?”

Angel gives you a look somewhere between dry and affectionate as he stands. “You gotta stop soundin’ so scandalised, sugar. Now do us all a favor and take your man for a ride; apparently, he ain’t gonna be able to mix a decent drink again ‘til he’s calmed the fuck down.”

“Angel, you son of a—”

“You can thank me later, Husky-baby.” Angel tells him with a wink, ruffling your hair as he turns to leave. “Jus’ go get some lovin’ already.”

send me a prompt and either husk or blitzø

[lohotine]

AN: I'm so annoyed rn bc I saved 3 drafts of this and NONE OF THEM SAVED. I EVEN FINISHED THIS ENTIRE FIC. 😭 anyways, enjoy 😔

Prune Juice Cookie x Sick! GN! Reader. ONESHOT.

-Sweet-

Warnings: idk, germs?

"Please just drink the potion!" Prune Juice said while clinging to you. Your boyfriend had been begging you to drink a potion he had made for a little over five minutes now. He claimed it would make you feel better.

"I don't want to. Your potions are always bitter." You would tell him while pulling the blankets over your mouth.

"I made this one taste sweet. Would I ever give you a bitter potion on purpose?"

You gave him a glare remembering a certain prank he pulled a while back. He caught on.

"That was a one time thing, love. I made this one taste less vile." Prune Juice said with a sigh.

"..." You didn't believe him.

"Oh, I know what will make you drink it." He said with a grin. You saw as he took a sip of the drink and gave you a kiss. The medicine soon found a way into your mouth.

"Make sure to swallow all of it." Your boyfriend said, his eyes never leaving you.

A crimson red would appear on your face as you reluctantly swallowed all of the liquid.

It was sweet. Just like he said it would be.

"See? Was that so hard?" He asked as his hands could be felt around your waist. Prune rested his head on your shoulder with a smile.

"I'm going to get you sick," you would tell him.

"It would be an honor to catch a cold from my most beloved," he would say back.

You rolled your eyes. "And you'll miss classes."

"They're too easy for me anyway. You are much more interesting," Prune would say back, placing a kiss on your cheek.

"Anyway, are you hungry?" He would ask you.

"Sure." You said with a sigh.

"I'll just make soup then. Don't miss me too much, I'll be right back."

He got off of the couch and walked off into the kitchen. He was back in around 20 minutes holding a bowl and spoon, then sat himself next to you.

"Ta-da~ I made this just for you. Now say ah!" He held out the spoon for you.

"You don't need to spoon-feed me."

"But I want to. Now open your mouth."

Reluctantly, you opened your mouth and drank the soup.

It actually tasted really good.

"Do you like it?"

"I didn't think you would know how to cook."

"I'm hurt that you'd think so lowly of me-" he made a dramatic pose with his hand on his head. "But, it's not that different from potion making. And besides, soup is easy to make." He held out the spoon once again for you to take. This process went on for a while until the soup was all gone.

Now it was much later in the day, and the two of you had just finished watching a movie. Both if you were cuddled up on the couch with blankets and pillows.

"The monster in that movie was so scary~ You'll have to protect me if we ever meet it in real life." He'd say jokingly.

"I will, don't worry."

He would kiss your cheek.

"I love you." Prune would say.

"I love you too." You would respond.

[2frosty4you]

Fem reader accidentally flustering the mercs by something she did or said and not understanding why (merc) is so flushed and stumbling over his words? :3

Flustering the mercs [Drabbles]

Fem Reader flustering the mercs :3

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i had to stop myself from just continuing some of these 😭😭😭

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Scout:

You grab his arm and pull him back to cover as a bullet remains where his head was.

“Jesus christ scout at least be careful”

“i - “

He’s speechless, your hand still gripped around his wrist. You look angry with him, but the feeling of your touch on his wrist makes him red, you drop his hand.

“You aight there?”

“Yes! yeah i- i could’ve totally avoided that without ya y’know aha”

He would quickly spit out, messing up words as you raise an eyebrow as he stumbles and runs around the corner. Heart beating fast and his face red.

Soldier:

Im sorry but soldier does NOT get flustered, but you make his heart beat widely when you talk with his racoons in a baby voice,

“Awww aint ya cuties, whats your names huh”

“Sergeant Smith, the one with the medal is lieutenant bites

“what cuties they all are”

He says with speed as you nuzzle the raccoon and baby talk it while laughing, he’s staring for a while before you look up to him.

“You okay solly?”

“Affirmative!”

His heart is widely beating as you treat his pets like your own, giving them food while you think he isn’t looking and always happy to see them when he takes them into base. (even if medic hates them)

Pyro:

They laugh and clap as you flick open a lighter to show them the hello kitty lighter you had bought.

“See! its a pink flame, isn’t that cool!?”

“mpHmH!”

“Anyway this is for you anyway, gotta go see medic; dont burn the place down!”

You toss them the lighter, and wave.

Pyro sits there, holding the lighter in their hands as their face is a bright red under their mask. Laughing as their body buzzed and felt her hands move to flicker the lighter

Happy knowing it came from you.

Demoman:

“Yeah, an she carried your drunk ass to bed; what a sight HA”

Scout teased, demoman’s face flushed red as you walk in. Waving.

“Hey you three, what's up?”

“Tellin ol’ demo here how he ended up back in his bed”

“Yeah! an look at the drunkard”

His face was a dark red, a. hot feeling radiating as he grummbled and burried his head in his arms.

“Hm? oh yeah did you drink the water i left you?”

“y-yah”

He mutters, you raise an eyebrow but the other two men laugh to themselves as demo grumbles into his arms.

Heavy:

A bowl of hot soup laid before heavy, you standing with a white apron tied around you with a smile.

“What are you waiting for? taste it”

He takes the spoon, blows on the soup and takes a sip. His eyes widen as he feels the taste of his mothers soup on his tongue.

“Does it taste right? not sure if i got it all correct, russian is hard for me to read”

You smile, he coughs softy. Nodding, face a soft pink as you stand like a sun in the kitchen.

“Da, its like how my mother used to cook”

He stumbles over a few words, yet you look at him with a tiled head and a bowl of your own.

Engineer:

Engi had been tinkering on his sentry all night, large bags under his eyes as you place down a place of cut red apples with a bottle of juice.

“Engi, eat something”

“I- oh thanks darlin”

He would say with a smile, face red as he ate. You standing there with crossed arms.

“Take a break soon, we need you tomorrow”

Your small act of affection causes him to stutter and laugh softly, scratching the back of his neck slowly sipping the juice you gave him. Looking over his blueprints, just waiting there for him to finish and take a break.

Medic:

It was a hectic battle so far, medic was tired healing the scout and not noticing the enemy demoman behind him he dropped his gun and readied for the impact of sword against his neck, when it didn’t come and the sound of a body dropping make him look up.

You turn back to him with blood dripping from your face and body.

“You okay doc? He didn’t hurt ya did he?”

“i- nien- nien he didnt”

He’s red, standing there staring at you as you look feral with the demoman’s blood soaking into your clothes and skin,

“Doc? ya there?”

He stumbles over his words as he holds his medigun close, waving to you as he speeds away to go heal heavy who was yelling for him. Almost tripping over his feet as he couldn't remove the image of you from his mind.

Sniper:

Sniper grunts, holding the wound on his arm. The blood bleeding through his fingers as you come around the corner, head perking as you walk back.

“Snipes?? what happened jesus,”

“nothin nothin”

He bites back a groan of pain as he went to grab the med back, you kneel before him.

“Snipes move your hand, jesus what even happened”

“its foin, its nothIN-“

He takes a sharp breath in, and with a delicate touch you move it, which feels like electricity through his body you take the hand holding the wound and place it down.

His face was growing a thick red, heat radiating from his cheeks as he looks away from you, treating his wound like glass even if both of you were war criminals.

Making quick work of the bullet wound, you wipe your hands on your pants and look at his red face.

“Aight, should be good. I’ll get medic to heal ya if we come through”

“tha, thanks mate”

“Try not to get hit again”

Spy:

It takes a lot to fluster the spy, but with you?

You grabbed the spy's arm, pulling him down as a soldier walked past you two. The two of you cramped against each other behind the crate, him in for lap with his two lanky legs just strewn around you two.

His face is red under his mask, breath quicking as he faces away from you.

You look up, and then push him up.

“Be careful, next time i ain't saving you”

“oui, merci,”

His words slip into french as his feet stumble and you catch him before falling.

“What, are you sick? Is that why your head is out of the game?”

“no, non, its nothing ami, merci for hiding me”

He cloaks and quickly leaves as his face was red and his head was clouded with you. As you stood there, a confused look on your face as you kill the other spy.

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[sassycheesecake]

Vacation time with Meian, Osamu, Fukurō Hirugami and Oikawa

The Captain of the MSBY Black Jackals takes you away to the beautiful hot spring mountains of Switzerland <3

It was a vacation long overdue, Meian being extremely exhausted from practice, working out and official matches have worn the Middle Blocker out

He felt especially bad because he felt like he was neglecting his amazing partner, you

Thankfully, it's off season now, Meian is off for a nice two months

So, when you got home from work, Meian was already waiting at your shared home for you, a big grin adorning his handsome face

"Baby, what do you say about a little get away? You and me and some nice hot springs, hot cocoa and a view of snowy mountains in the morning when we wake up?" The ravenette holds up two plane tickets to Bern and you can't help but squeal in excitement as you rush to hug him tight

When you arrive there, a mesmerising layer of glistening snow is decorating the heavenly landscape of Switzerland

You're currently leaning on your arms against the cooling sensation of the rocks of the hot springs, enjoying the heat of the steaming water and the breathtaking view of the snow covered landscape

You hear the sound of splashing water, feeling the little waves against your back

All of sudden, you feel strong arms wrap around your naked waist

Thank the heavens Meian booked the hot springs completely to yourselves, so you're able to feel everything, not a single layer of clothing as a barrier between your body and his

Meian pulls you towards his strong chest and you feel his pecs and his abs against the softness of your back

"You enjoying yourself my love?" He whispers in your ear, pressing chaste kisses against the wetness of your hair, enjoying the view of your naked body and the snow everywhere

"I have enjoyed every single second ever since we got here. This is just perfection, thank you Shūgo."

Meian grins at your words, tightening his hug from behind, happy that this is just day one from your 10 day get-away

Onigiri Miya owner Osamu takes you to the exotic Bahamas <3

Osamu has been drained from work, his annoying brother and his restaurant that takes a lot of time to manage

You see your boyfriend every night with big bags under his eyes, looking like he is going to fall asleep just standing up

Feeling bad, you organised a trip to the Bahamas for your exhausted chef

You talked to his manager, making sure he takes over the shop while you and Osamu deserve a well-rested vacation on a sandy white beach with crystal clear water and slurping the fruitiest cocktails at the beach bar

The ravenette is currently tanning on a beach chair right by the ocean when you appear by his side, two piña coladas in your hands

The sound of the waves hitting the shore has relaxed Osamu so much, he barely acknowledges when you reappear by his side

Giggling, you move his sunglasses up a bit, staring into his tired metallic eyes

"Didn't mean to interrupt your nap, my handsome man but I got the cocktail you wanted."

"No worries, babe. I dunno how I can thank ya enough for this. Where did ya find this place?"

"I saw it on a sponsored Facebook ad from a booking page and I know how hard you have been working lately, so I figured a little get away is just what you needed."

Osamu sits up, placing the sunglasses on top of his slightly sweaty black hair, accepting the drink by placing a small kiss against your cheek, making you blush

"Cheers to us, baby."

Clinking your glasses together, you taste the first sip of the coconut foam with a hint of pineapple, the rum burning your throat a bit

"I wish we never have ta leave this place, seems too unreal."

You watch your lover with a glint in your eyes, ready to be a little bit mischievous

So you reach over to his drink and take his cherry from the whipped cream on top of the juice

"Hey! Ya have yer own cherry! That's da best part!" Osamu complains as he watches you eat it

"What are ya gonna do bout it?" You mimic his accent in a teasing manner and you get ready to run

Osamu and you chase each other through the water, splashing each other with the salty sea water, laughing with great joy like little kids going to the beach for the first time

Fukurō, the Captain of the Schweiden Adlers takes you on an exciting adventure! A safari trip in the wildest corners of Africa <3

Fukurō got the idea from his little brother, who just recently went to Africa for his university studies of veterinary medicine

Good thing you're a big animal lover, because a romantic safari trip to see the wildlife sounds so exciting!

You put on your safari hat and you're up every morning super early to sing the opening of the lion king movie (I did this once on a vacation with my husband he was not amused I tell you that)

Seeing all the animals, taking so many pictures is making your heart jump with joy

Your favourite part out of it all was spending time with your beloved Fukurō

Usually, the chestnut-colored-haired giant is pretty chill and easy-going but ever since the two of you went on that trip, he's been kind of edgy and jumpy which is very unusual for him

One day, you and Fukurō have plans to feed the giraffes and you're not sure if your boyfriend is sweating so much because of the heat or if he is afraid of giraffes, since they are so much bigger than him

You shrug if off after asking if he's alright or if it's the heat and he assures you he's okay, you can go ahead and feed the giraffe, he wants to take a picture of you

Feeding a giraffe some lettuce leaves, you don't see or hear Fukurō taking a deep breath before he gets down on one knee

Calling your name out in a shaky voice, you immediately turn around, deeply worried that your boyfriend may faint any second

When you see him down on one knee with a small black box and a shiny gold band with a light blue diamond sitting on top its center, shining brightly with help of the intense African sunlight

Gasping in surprise, you begin to tear up, finally understanding why he has been such a nervous wreck most of the time

"I-I know we only have been dating for about a year but I have never been more sure sure about anything in my life. The moment I saw your bewitching beauty under the stadium lights at one of my games, I knew I fell under your spell. You'd make me the happiest man on earth if you agree to be my partner in crime for the rest of our lives."

Now with actual tears in your eyes, you run towards the Middle Blocker with alarming speed, knocking the air out of his lungs and him down to the ground with the impact of your body crashing into his massive one

Thankfully Hirugami caught you with one arm while still having the ring box in his other hand, securing it from falling out of his hand

"YES! I will marry you, my handsome giant!" You cry into his chest out of pure happiness

You feel the massive man laugh at your excitement and he feels like a massive weight has been lifted off of his heart

He can't wait to tell his team about his new milestone in his relationship and to begin the wedding preparations as soon as you two return from the trip

Ever the romantic, Oikawa takes you to the city of love, Paris <3

It was a Valentine's Day surprise for you from Tōru, the Setter wanting to give you the most romantic week of a life time

The day already starts with breakfast in bed, made by the brunette himself, even if it consisted of burned toast, runny scrambled eggs and almost burned to crisp bacon

Even if Tōru burned the majority of the food he cooked for you, he wanted to give you a break from doing it for him almost every day, you appreciate his efforts

Next thing you know, your boyfriend ushers you to pack up your suitcase because you're going on a trip together

"But Tōru, what about my classes-"

"Cutie, we'll only be gone for a week. It'll be fine. Now get your sweet butt into the cab that's waiting downstairs for us, we're off to Europe!" Tōru cheers with giving you a large smile and taking your hand in his to get to the cab, ready to go to the airport

When you arrived there, it was so much colder than Argentine but thankfully the two of you packed some warm clothes for the weather in Paris

The two of you did a city tour, visited the Louvre, saw the Eiffel Tower, went inside the Notre Dame, went shopping at the Centre Pompidou and explored the Palace of Versailles

You knew that your partner is extremely attractive, but when the two of you walked around the palace of former King Louis XIV, it looked like Tōru was long lost royalty, attracting young women and even some men looked at your boyfriend with hearts in their eyes

Still, the only attention that the Setter gave to, was either you or the historical monuments that Paris has to offer

You had tasted the best wine along with the sweetest chocolate and took so many pictures together (even though Tōru took so much pictures of you that you can count for) you felt like the most special person in the world

He was always by your side, making you feel safe by his protective, caring personality and his muscular arm always resting over your shoulder, around your waist or holding your hand tightly in his, rubbing his thumb gently over the back of your hand

The week was filled with so many hugs, kisses and passionate romance, that your heart is still beating super fast whenever you think about the perfect time you spent the February week in one of the most romantic cities in the world

[foxy-128]

note:this is my first story, so it probably bad and bad written but i hope you liked it! :D

Tw:Tony just being a jerk silly, mention of party and corruption(it nothing serious!)

You can translate my work or take inspiration from mine but please tag me! ^^

*☆~ A little pest ~☆

In the bustling headquarters of the Avengers, the atmosphere was always electric with energy. It was a place where heroes gathered, plans were hatched, and occasionally, chaos ensued. But amidst all the action, there was one particular source of chaos that was small, persistent, and somewhat adorable: you, the daughter of Natasha Romanoff.

For four long months, you had been on a mission. Not a typical one like the Avengers would undertake, but a mission to persuade Tony Stark to let you join the team. At only ten years old, you had your sights set high, and nothing could deter you—not even Tony's legendary sarcasm.

You had your methods, each more creative than the last. On Monday, you poked Tony’s cheeks while he was engrossed in a holographic display of the latest Stark tech. He barely flinched, his focus unwavering, but you were relentless.

“Hey, Mr. Stark! Can I join the Avengers?” you chirped, poking him again.

“Do you even know what that entails, kid?” he replied, barely looking at you.

“Yeah! I’d fight bad guys and help save the world! Please?” you pleaded.

The following day, you brought donuts—Tony’s weakness. You bounced into the lab, a box of assorted donuts in hand, wearing your most charming smile.

“Look, I even got your favorite—maple bacon!” you exclaimed, waving the box in front of him. “Now can I join the Avengers?”

He took a donut, raising an eyebrow at you. “Are you trying to bribe me with pastries? Because it’s working, but you still can’t join.”

You didn't give up. You became a master of the sweet tooth, bringing donuts every morning, and each time you presented them, your request echoed in the air. “Can I join the Avengers now?”

One Friday, after a week of relentless persuasion, you decided to up the ante. You had watched one of Natasha’s fancy parties and learned about cocktails. You concocted your version—a non-alcoholic “surimpression cocktail” made with sparkling water, fruit juice, and a twist of lime.

With your cocktail in one hand and a donut in the other, you bounded into Tony’s lab. “Ta-da! I made you a special drink to celebrate your next invention! Can I please join the Avengers?”

Tony took a sip, pretending to be deeply impressed. “This tastes like something that might actually give me a sugar high. Nice try, kid.”

Over the months, your persistence began to wear him down. You were a tiny force of nature—full of energy, charm, and an undeniable spirit. With each poke, donut, and cocktail, you managed to break through his defenses, even if he would never admit it.

Finally, one day, as you were enthusiastically reciting a list of reasons why you should be an Avenger, Tony turned to you with an amused grin.

“Okay, okay! You want to join the Avengers? There’s one condition.”

Your eyes lit up with excitement. “Anything! What is it?”

“You need to keep an eye on Loki,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “We can’t have him causing trouble while you’re running around being a hero. Think you can handle that?”

“Absolutely!” you exclaimed, bouncing on your heels. “I can watch Loki! I’ll keep him out of trouble!”

Tony chuckled, clearly entertained by your enthusiasm. “Alright, kiddo. Welcome to the team, sort of. You can be our official Loki babysitter.”

You couldn’t contain your excitement. You jumped up and down, practically vibrating with joy. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! I promise I won’t let you down!”

With a grin, Tony returned to his work, and you raced off to find Loki, ready to embrace your new role. Little did you know, being the “Loki babysitter” would lead to some unexpected adventures—and probably a lot of mischief.

As you sprinted through the halls, your laughter echoed, and in that moment, you felt like a true Avenger—donuts and all.

[avengersfantasies]

A Night With Him in Bucharest - 9

Summary: You and Bucky start trying for another baby.

Taglist (people who asked and that I think may be interested): 

@pattiemac1 @justsebstan @crist1216 @kandis-mom @winterslove1917 @lady-loki-barnes-djarin @vonalyn @gojoismysensei @mavrellover91 @natashasilverfox @ilovetaquitosmmmm

Bucky has a Tumblr! @bucharestbuckybarnes

James looked at you and Bucky with a quizzical look.

            “Me bein’ a big brudder?” he asked hesitantly. “How dat work?”

            You and Bucky chuckled. “That’s something for momma and I to get taken care of,” Bucky told the toddler.

The three-year-old thought for a moment – tapping his index finger on his chin to show his thinking process. “What if I not a good one?”

“Oh, buddy,” you spoke softly, “you’d be the best big brother in the entire universe!”

“Really?” he asked, a bit skeptical.

“Of course,” Bucky backed you up. “I was a big brother, and I loved it.”

“Woah! You was a big brudder?”

Bucky nodded and gave a sad smile. “Yeah,” he confirmed. “I had a little sister.” He chuckled fondly of the memories he had. “She got on my nerves a lot, but I loved her more than anything.”

“Where she now?” James asked curiously.

Bucky put the toddler in his lap. “She’s in heaven,” he told the little boy. “You know how I’m really old?” James nodded. “Well, I have a special kind of…juice…that keeps me big and strong and young.”

“Did she not has the juice?” James asked – taking an interest in Bucky’s vibranium arm – tracing the gold parts with his finger.

Bucky shook his head. “No, she didn’t.”

“Do I gots the special juice?” James asked – looking up at his dad.

Bucky smiled. “You do.”

“Will da baby have da special juice?”

“Yes,” Bucky answered with a chuckle.

“Den I wanna be a big brudder!” James exclaimed. “When I can has da baby?”

            Later that night, once James had been put to bed and fallen sound asleep, you and Bucky enjoyed a hot bath with many glasses of wine shared between you.

            “He’s so precious,” you giggled, floating over to Bucky and sitting in his lap.

            Bucky chuckled that deep chuckle that send vibrations through your body. “He’s excited to be a big brudder.” He kissed the side of your neck and sucked it gently.

Eliciting a moan from your lips, he placed a trail of kisses and left a small bite in the nook of your neck.

“Such a tease,” you moaned softly and sipped your wine. To tease him back, you grinded yourself against his hardening cock.

He chuckled in your ear. “This tease is gonna put a baby in you.”

“Fuck.” You threw your head back against his chest and felt his hands begin to make their way to your aching cunt. “Please, Buck,” you begged wantonly. “Give me another baby.”

His fingers gently stroked your throbbing clit – his strong arm holding you to his chest as your hand grabs his head so you can get your lips to his neck. His moans were music to your ears as your lips kissed and mouth sucked on the sensitive skin just underneath his ear. Unable to take it anymore, and without finishing the bath that two of you were sharing, Bucky picked you up and carried you into the adjoining bedroom – placing you gently on the bed. His lips started their trail of kisses at your ankles, and he slowly made his way up – making sure to give both sides of your body an equal amount of love. When he got to your pussy, he placed a gentle kiss and continued on upwards. This night wasn’t about fucking. It wasn’t about making each other beg. It wasn’t about wanting the other to become overstimulated and a shaking mess. This night was about showing how much you loved one another and using that love to create a new life. Bucky made his way up your body some more, and he placed small kisses on your stomach – excitement growing within him. When he finally made it to your lips, he placed a deep yet gentle kiss on them. As you began losing yourself in the kiss, you swore you felt a water drop fall on your face. When you looked at the man hovering above you, you noticed the tear falling from his face.

            “Buck?” your voice was filled with worry. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

            He shook his head and let out a chuckle. “For the first time…absolutely nothing.”

You pulled his lips back down onto yours and felt him slowly slide inside you. His movements were slow and gentle. The two of you weren’t just having sex or trying to have a baby. You were both making love to the other’s body and soul. You had your hands tangled in the other’s hair – holding each other as close as possible while you swallowed up each other’s moans and gasps.

Neither of you had felt loved like this before. It was a different level of love you never thought existed, and it was a level that he never thought he’d deserve, let alone actually receive it.

“Thank you,” he panted against your lips – his thrusts staying slow and deep. You looked into his eyes for a deeper meaning.

“For what?” you asked through your heavy breaths.

His lips found the sweet spot on your neck once again. “For showing me happiness,” he began. “For loving me no matter what.” His breath was hot on your neck – his voice gravelly and lust filled. “For being good to me… For seeing past all the bad… For making me a dad.”

His words tugged at your heart. You knew about his past and everything he was put through, but when you heard the words come from his mouth, made your heart swell more than you thought possible. With a gentle shove, he let you switch positions so that you were on top of him and riding him slowly.

It was your turn to love on him.

Your kisses started at his forehead, and you made your way down each side of his body. You kissed each side of his head, neck, and when you got to his arms, you made sure to show them equal amounts of love. You kissed the scars that lined his shoulder and chest and kissed all of the fingers on his hands. He had never felt worshipped like this before, and it was a feeling he wanted to remember forever. Bucky wrapped his arms around you – pulling you down to his chest and holding you tightly while thrusting up into you gently.

Easily, he rolled the two of you back over so that he was on top again. Your hands found their way into his hair, and you pulled on it – bringing forth a gorgeous moan from the super soldier. He spread your legs wider and pushed them towards your chest – needing to get deeper and feel more of your warmth. You gasped at the feeling of the head of his cock bulging against your stomach.

“You feel so good, daddy,” you moaned, your back arching off the bed and allowing him to wrap his arm underneath and hold you close to him.

“You feel fucking amazing, mommy,” he praised.

Using those pet names lit something on fire deep within your body. Those titles were more than something to be used in bed. You were actually making him a daddy for a second time, and he was making you a mommy again. You regretted that he wasn’t there for James’ birth, his first birthday, holidays, or any other giant milestones like his first step or word. While it was true that James was still young enough to not remember his dad not being there in the beginning, you knew that Bucky wished he could’ve been there when the three-year-old was a baby, and you imagined the large soldier holding James as a baby many times over the years. There was nothing more you wanted to do than give him that chance.

“Right there, Buck,” you panted – his cock hitting your g-spot over and over again.

“You gonna come on my cock, baby girl?” he breathed against your neck. “Gonna cover me with your honey?” If there was one thing you thought was hotter than anything, it was the way this 106-year-old man could talk dirty to you in a way that turned you on even more.

“So close, daddy,” you moaned – writhing underneath his large frame. He sped up just enough to push you over the edge – watching how your body shook with pleasure as you came all over his cock. Your nails scratched into his back as your eyes screwed shut – his lips being firmly pressed against yours as he let out a loud groan and filled you with his seed.

He kept thrusting – wanting to empty himself completely inside of your womb. The two of you rode out your highs before collapsing and holding each other in a post-orgasmic bliss.

[goddesspharo]

Ok so this isn’t really a question but I was thinking about possible plots for the third movie that have maximum phoenix and hangman (obviously) and I cannot shake the idea of a reunion of the daggers for some sort of secret mission

Now I know absolutely nothing about the navy but hear me out, the gang is called back in (hangman, rooster, payback, fanboy etc) after a plane went down in enemy territory and at the mission brief, it’s revealed, dun dun da da…. It was phoenix and Bob and there’s reason to believe they’re still out there

I have no idea if you’re open to prompt ideas so feel free to tell me to f all the way off but since they’ll probably never do something like that for the actual third movie, I figure the next best thing is the best fic rider for the ship

I’m sensing major opportunity for some Jake and Bradley begrudging partnership and fun dynamics all around

Thoughts?

Ooh, this kind of sounds like Stealth but not shitty. (Does anyone remember how they recut the trailers for that movie to heavily feature Jamie Foxx as soon as he won the Oscar despite him being in it for like 15 minutes? Lol)

I take all of the "we've got a timeline for Top Gun 3, etc etc" talk with a grain of salt because it took them like 30+ years to make the sequel -- everyone else might be all about franchises but I know Tom Cruise isn't going to churn out a legacy movie just to churn it out without a decent script or someone promising him that he can fly a plane inverted in space. As much as I love TGM, I don't see where they'd realistically go with a third movie (nor do I necessarily need them to? End on a high note I say). In the same way that Ethan Hunt is still very much front and center of the MI franchise much to Jeremy Renner's chagrin when he thought they'd hand it over to him, I don't see them ever shifting the focus off Mav who will be pushing 70 at that point (it's okay for Tom Cruise, but I don't think the navy is letting That Old Man do All That Shit).

Thank you for your faith in my ability to write a backdoor sequel, but to be honest it was tough work to write action scenes when I was writing against the grain of dystopic claims so I might not be the one to write about a rescue mission that doesn't involve everyone just threatening to kill each other because they read the map wrong and are now going around in circles in the jungle. I also harbor a secret belief that if Phoenix and Bob ever went down and they needed to launch a second mission to save them, by the time our himbos got there, Phoenix would already have saved them both and they'd be sipping Mai Tais poolside at the closest Club Med. Extreme "I'm a damsel, I'm in distress, I can handle this" energy. If anything, she'd have to cut her vacation short to save the daggers who were supposed to be saving her.

But there is a sort of big damn hero moment coming up in can't fake what you can't break up with so hopefully that scratches the itch! (As an aside: to that anon who asked me last week about this fic, you kickstarted me working on that again with that ask. Of course now it's like 17k and I still haven't written that part that was holding me up, but the parts I did write make it flow better so thanks for getting the creative juices flowing! Turns out asking fic writers about their WIPs prompts them to write more stuff, go figure!)

[marleyelona]

💘( GUN IN MY HAND! )✨

TWO

[ Reaper in my Closet ]

☆ 《》 ¤

"WE GOTTA FIND JUICE," Jax declared from his seat at the head. The men of SAMCRO positioning themselves around the table. Smoke filled the room as their cigarettes burned between their fingers. The smell of whiskey and stale beer mingled with the smell of tobacco with hints of marijuana. The gavel still buzz by the force of the hit that signalled the start of the meeting, all eyes were on the President of the club's charter. 

"No one's seen him since you went inside," Tig informed him. 

"How 'bout his baby Mama? Doesn't he always crawled back to her when he's wounded?" Jax's gaze found Chibs as he raised a questioning eyebrow, "Chibs?" 

Chibs has known Angel since the day she was born. Her father and Chibs were best friend, having met and served together in the army as medics. Chibs is actually her godfather, who she calls her Uncle Filip. She likes to say he is her uncle by love. She actually met Juice through Chibs when she was visiting him one day at the clubhouse. 

"Aye. But aye haven't spoken to her since her Da's funeral." 

"I'll call Wendy. I think they work together. Try and get an address," Jax said, pushing himself to his feet.

"And then what?" Chibs asked, his gaze sharp and aimed at his president. 

Jax's eyebrow rose once more, "Then we see if Juice has stopped by recently," he said, not liking his fellow brother's tone. 

"Jackie. Aye love that girl like me own. Her ole man was a good lad—" 

"I know," Jax simply replied as he started to make a move for the door, but Chibs grabbed his arm before he could. The tension in the room was heavy as they all tensed, sharing awkward glances. 

"Promise me, brother. Whether Juice is there or not, she comes to no harm." 

"I'm not gonna harm an innocent woman." Was all Jax said, his expression unreadale as he yanked his arm out of Chibs' grip and left the room. 

A bad feeling came over the Scotsman as he too, pushed himself to his feet. The worry and concern he felt for Angel gnawed at his chest, and even more for that innocent little girl that was unfortunate enough to have Juice Ortiz as a father. 

***

Angel pulled her door open and went to step out, but stopped dead in her tracks as right there on her front step was Chibs Telford, and a little ways behind him was SAMCRO, all of them either leaning or sitting on their bikes so casually, but also held a threatening aroma. 

Frowning in confusion, she greeted him, "Hey?" But it came out more like a question than anything else. 

"Hey, lass." Chibs stepped forward, bringing her into a fatherly hug, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "How ye doin'?" 

"Good." She pulled back, giving him a polite smile. "What are you guys doing here?" Her eyes scanned over the sea of leather. 

Jax cleared his throat, pushing off his bike and taking a few steps forward, "We're looking for Juice. You seen him?" 

"Uh..." Angel gnawed at her bottom lip, scratching the back of her head. Her nerves were on overdrive as everyone's eyes were on her. "No," she said, clearing her scratchy throat. "Not since you lot got hauled off to jail." 

2 Years Earlier 

Music blasted through the house, bouncing off the walls as Angel ran around like a headless chook. Throwing on her leather jacket as she attempted to take a sip of her coffee. Placing her mug down on the counter, she quickly tied her hair up into a messy bun then proceeded to shove her books into her backpack. But as she spun around, she jumped in fright, her back hitting the counter top as she placed a hand on her chest, her heart beating rapidly against her ribcage. 

"Fuck! Juice, what the hell?" she breathed out as her chest heaved, struggling to catch her breath. "Do you knock? You know it's not normal to let yourself into people's apartments like this, right?" 

Juice simply smiled as he found those beautiful hazel eyes that he loved so much. But his smile dropped the moment he took in her appearance—the bags under her eyes—the way her pupils wondered lazily, "You look tired." 

"And you look like shit," Angel shot back, crossing her arms over her chest. He didn't look any better than her. The bags that hung under his eyes were much darker than her own. And his eyes, even though they were gazing upon her, they somehow look lost in a dark abyss. His hair was growing out which was unusal for Juice, who always kept it well maintained. He had a light scruff on both sides of his face, but Angel didn't mind that part, kind of made him a little sexier in her eyes. But she was getting off track. "What are you doing here, Ortiz?" 

Juice didn't answer as he pushed himself off the couch and started to wonder around the room, noticing the photos of the their little family that adnored the walls, "You're listening to it—the tape I made you." A smile graced his face as the familiar songs filled his ears.

Angel's features softened slightly, "I'm late for class—"

Juice came to stand in front of her, placing a hand beside her on the counter, while the other caressed her cheek. And Angel found herself leaning into his touch. She hated how he had that kind of affect on her. A warm feeling filled her chest, like, the feeling you get coming home after a long day or finally getting to sleep in your own bed after a long while. Her eyes instinctively closed—she was putty in his hand. 

"It's all the songs that reminded me of you—of us," he whispered, his lips hovering inches away from hers. 

Angel sucked in a shaky breath, "Why are you here?" 

"I missed you." His lips brushed against hers ever-so-slightly. 

"Stop." Angel pressed her hand against his chest and turned away. 

Juice sighed, resting his forehead on her shoulder as his hand came down to rest on her hip, "Where's my princess?" 

"She's at daycare. Juice, you can't be here right now—you can't keep doing this to me—" Angel's voice was strained with emotion as she felt the tears well in her eyes. There was a part of her that wanted to push him away and tell him get out and never come back. But then there was the part of her that had missed him and had been craving his touch for months. That part was currently winning. 

"Then tell me to leave," he whispered as he cupped her chin, turning her head gently to make her look at him, while he leaned in dangerously close. 

Angel breathed in another shaky breath as Juice captured her lips into one passion filled kiss. Angel slightly hesitated, but only for a second, before her lips started to move with his. Their lips moulded together like two puzzle pieces as Juice's hand gripped her hip, while Angel's hands moved up to cup his neck, her fingers playing with the small hairs on the back of his head. A smirk tugged at the corner of Juice's mouth as Angel's tongue run along his bottom lip, asking for access. Juice gladly granted it. Their tongues colliding immediately in a fiery tango.

But then suddenly, Angel got a taste of something on her bottom lip—a salty taste. Pulling back, her eyes scanned his face and noticed the fresh tears sliding down his cheeks. His eyes were pools of tears, threatening to burst at any second. 

Juice forced a smile, lifting his hand up to caress her cheek once more, "You know how much I love you, right? How much I love our daughter?" 

Angel's eyes were filled with concern as she gripped his kutte tightly, a bad feeling forming in her gut, "Baby, what's going on?" 

Juice hesitated, gazing into her pool of hazel, gently moving a loose strand of hair behind her ear, "Looks like me and the boys are gonna be serving some time." 

Angel's face dropped as she stepped back from his touch, "What did you do?"

A sad expression crossed Juice's face at the action, "It was stupid. Got caught with some guns." 

"Shit," Angel breathed out, running a hand through her hair as her tears threatened to fall. 

"I'm sorry, baby." Juice reached out for her, but she shoved his hands away. 

"What am I going to tell Ana, Juan?!" she snapped, her eyes narrowing. "Huh? She's three now. And asks for you every day. What am I supposed to tell her when she sits there waiting for you to come through that door?!" she shouted, pointing over to the couch. "Tell me?! Huh?!" She shoved him hard in the chest. 

Juice, unbothered, stepped forward, slowly and cautiously taking her hands in his, "Tell her that Daddy's just gonna be gone for a while and might not be able to see her as much as he'd like. But he still loves her and carries her with him always," he said, pulling out the dog tag style locket from behind his shirt that he always wore. There was a photo inside of the three of them together when Ana was born. "And I'll write you both every day. Okay?" 

Angel pulled her hands out of his grip and stepped back, a frown forming on her lips, "It's not the same." 

"Awe, I know, baby," Juice cooed, pulling her in for a hug and gently running his hands through her hair as she buried her face in the crook of his neck, gripping onto the Reaper on his leather kutte like he was her lifeline. "God, I love you so much." 

"I love you too. I probably always will. And I hate it," she croaked, her tears now escaping, soaking his shirt. 

Juice pulled back slightly, lifting her chin up and wiped away her tears, before leaning down to press a loving kiss to her lips. 

Angel stopped the kiss to take Juice's hand and led him to her bedroom, closing amd locking the door behind them. They made love that night. And like always, Juice was caring and attentive, and knew all the right places to touch and kiss her, making her feel loved. Juice Ortiz knew how to treat a lady. And hands down, Angel has never had anyone that came close. No one would ever compare to Juan Carlos Ortiz. 

But when she woke up to an empty bed the next morning, her heart was broken once again. But the bed wasn't completely empty, on his side, that was made up perfectly, was a note and a single red rose. The note read: 'I'm sorry. But you and Ana deserve better than me. Take care of yourself. And take care of our beautiful baby girl. I will always love you. Juice xo.' 

"Then you won't mind if we take a look inside then?" Tig asked, raising a suspicious eyebrow as he came to stand beside his president. 

Angel furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, closing the door a little further to try and block their view of the inside, "Why?" 

"'Cause if you ain't hiding shit, then we can come inside for tea, hmm...?" 

Angel chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of her neck, "What? You think I'm hiding Juice in my closet or something?" 

"Yeah," Happy rasped, pushing off his bike, staring down the twenty two year old. 

Angel scoffed in both amusement and disbelief. Stepping aside, she opened the door fully, giving them full acess to her apartment, "Come on in." She motioned inside with her hand. "Your welcome to have a look, but you won't find him. 'Cause he ain't here." 

"We'll see," Tig said, being the first to make his way into the house. One by one, they each stepped inside, while Angel held the door open for them, each of them met her sharp gaze as they past by. Chibs was the last to make his way inside, and if looks could kill—the glare Angel gave him would of had him on the floor. Lowering his head, he followed his brothers inside. 

Spreading out, the boys searched the house top and bottom, but there seemed to be no sign of Juice. Until, Chibs made his way into the main bedroom. First, he checked the ensuite, and there was nothing. Making his way back into the room, he kneeled down and peeped under the bed. And when he didn't catch a glimpse of the former son, he opened the built in wardrobe, and his eyes widened when he spotted a duffle bag on the floor and Juice's kutte on a hanger. 

"Anything?" Jax's voice called out from the hall, making Chibs turn his head to face him. 

Looking over Jax's shoulder, he spotted a nervous looking Angel, gnawing at her thumbnail as she leaned against the wall. Sighing, Chibs slid the door closed, "No, nothin'." And with that, he made his way out of the room, meeting Angel's gaze as he did with a knowing look. 

"Sorry to have bothered you, darling," Jax said as he motioned for the others to follow him out. 

"No bother. I'd just appreciate a call next time," she said with a tight smile as she crossed her arms over her chest. 

"Sure thing." He returned the gesture, rubbing her arm on his way out. 

Chibs was the last to leave, making his way over to the young woman. 

Angel swallowed hard as she met his gaze once more. He didn't need to say anything, and neither did she—they both knew what he found. 

Lifting his hand up, Chibs cupped the side of her face, before pressing his lips on her temple, "I love you, kid," he murmured against her forehead, before pulling back, turning on his heel and making his way out of the house, closing the door behind him. 

The moment Angel heard the sound of their motorcycles driving away, she bolted to her bedroom closet, opening the sliding doors and spreading her clothes on the hangers apart. She then knocked once on the wall, "You can come out now. They're gone."

After those words left her mouth, a part of the wall moved inwards and Juice came into view, crouching down, he stepped over his duffle bag and out of the closet, "Jesus Christ," he said with a smirk. "You have a freaking panic room, babe." 

"Both my parents were in the military. You think they would of let me live alone without installing one? They're both paranoid as hell." 

Juice chuckled, "Well, it certainly helped me out." 

Angel's face then turned serious, making all amusement drop from Juice's face, "You can't stay, Juice." 

"Baby—" Juice reached out to cup her face, but she immediately stepped back, making his heart ache. 

"Juice. Chibs knows your here. He saw your stuff." 

Juice started to visibly panic as he ran his hand over his mohawk. 

"He didn't say anything, but that doesn't mean he won't. You have to get out of here." 

"Daddy?!" Ana was standing in the doorway, her grandmother standing behind her with her school bag in hand. The five year old didn't waste a second as she bolted over to her father. 

Juice easily caught his little girl and lifted her up off the ground, her arms and legs wrapped around him. She squealed with joy as he spun her around excitedly. 

"Hey, baby girl." Juice sniffled, holding his daughter tightly as tears of joy filled his eyes. It had been two years since he saw her. Two years since he held her like this. Two years since his heard her laugh—seen her smile. He was so grateful—so happy that she actually remembered him. 

5 Years Earlier 

The only light in the pitch black room was coming from the T.V. as it played some cheesy romcom, casting shadows on the pale walls. Angel's head rested against Juice's chest, the voices of the actors and actresses became muffled, drowned out by Juice's heart beating against his chest. Her head rose and fell with each breath he took. 

She hadn't been feeling well for days—she had been having dizzy spells, feeling nauseous and even found herself with her head buried in the toilet, throwing up her breakfast. Her whole body was aching from head to toe and the headache she has had for three days straight wouldn't go away no matter what she took. She hadn't wanted to bother Juice, but lucky for her, her best friend took it upon herself to call him. Juice didn't hesitate and had rushed over with a bag full of her favourites snacks and a container filled with his own home made soup. 

 After eating the soup, the couple curled up on the couch under a very thick and fluffy blanket to watch a movie even though Angel insisted that she didn't want to get Juice sick too, he was adamant that he didn't care and just wanted to hold her. 

But little did Juice know, before he came over Angel had taken a certain test and she now had to tell him about those results and that's why there was currently a pit forming in her stomach as she absently drew circles on his chest. 

Suddenly, Angel pushed herself up, leaning over to grab the remote from the coffee table and switched off the T.V., earning a confused look from Juice. She couldn't hold it in anymore, she felt like she was going to burst—she had to tell him. But the words got stuck in her throat. 

Juice watched her as she fiddled with the loose threads on her ripped jeans, unable to meet his gaze. "What's wrong?" he asked, placing his finger under her chin and tilting her head upward, so her eyes met his. 

Angel inhaled sharply, "I—I have to tell you something," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "And I don't know how you're gonna react." Her head lowered once more as she now fiddled with the hem of the sweat Juice's mother knitted her one Christmas. 

Juice's brow furrowed, concern flashing in his dark eyes, "Okay," he said slowly, tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear as she once again met his gaze. "What is it? You know you can tell me anything." 

Angel swallowed hard, and then just blurted it out, "I'm pregnant." 

The silence stretched between them, thick and suffocating. Juice didn't move, didn't even blink. Her hands trembled as she rushed to fill the void, "I know this is huge, I know I'm, like, super young, and even though my mum doesn't think I can do this. I want to. I want to keep the baby."

After finding out, naturally, the first person she called was her mother. But the phone called didn't go as she hoped. Well, she didn't really know how she wanted it to go. Sheryl, like always, made it clear what she thought, especially what she thought about Juice. Her daughter was seventeen and fell pregnant to a guy that was ten years her senior—any mother would react the same, right? Angel was way too young to be raising a baby—way too immature—she wasn't ready to be a mother, and wasn't going to let any of this stand. 

She exhaled shakily, her voice rising with nervous energy, "I don't expect anything from you. You can be as involved as you want, or not at all. I just—I just—you deserved to know." 

Juice finally moved, but not in the way she expected. He didn't pull away, didn't look panicked or overwhelmed. Instead, his lips parted in something close to wonder, his eyes shining with something she couldn't quite name, "You're serious?" he asked, his voice rough with emotion.

Angel nodded, her stomach twisting as she prepared for rejection—for disappointment. But then Juice did the last thing she expected.

He grinned.

A wide, almost disbelieving grin that spread across his face like he had just won the lottery. A laugh—half joy, half shock—escaped his lips as he ran a hand over his mohawk, "I'm gonna be a daddy?!" 

Angel blinked at him, completely caught off guard, "Y-Yeah?" 

Juice let out another breathless laugh, before surging forward, wrapping his arms around her small frame so tight she could barely breathe. But she didn't care. Because for the first time since she saw those two pink lines—she felt at ease. 

He pulled back, cradling her face between his hands, "Angel, this is—I mean, yeah, it's scary, but holy shit." He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "I wanna do this. I wanna be a father." 

Angel's eyes welled with tears, the relief crashing over her like a tidal wave, "Really?"

Juice pressed his forehead against hers, his thumb brushing away the tear that slipped down her cheek, "Yeah, baby. Really." Then suddenly, something dawned on him, "Shit, I need to learn how to be a good dad. There's gotta be parenting classes or something. Right? I gotta get ready. I mean, I got time, but still." 

Angel laughed then, a real, breathless laugh, "You're crazy, Ortiz." 

Juice simply responded by crashing his lip against hers as he pulled her onto his lap, eliciting a joyful squeal, "I love you," he murmured against her lips. 

"I love you too," she whispered, brushing her thumb down his lips, getting lost in his brown orbs, before cupping his chin and pulling him into another kiss. The kiss was aggressive, but passionate and carried a hint of hungry desire as her tongue easily slid into his mouth, their tongues dancing together in a dance of heat and seduction. 

Angel smiled at the sight. But all joy dropped from her face when she caught her mother's eye. Sheryl Raven has never liked or approved of Juice and that was clear in the judgemental glare she was sending her daughter.

Things were about to get a whole lot more interesting. 

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[mooodyblue]

Could you write something where Elvis's little always struggles with letting themselves be little? Like even though they want to they fight and try to stay big and hide it from him? Maybe he didn't realize and he finally helps them slip

loved this one!! ty for the request :-)

wc: 805

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elvis knew you regressed sometimes. it wasn't odd to him, he understood why you did and why you needed to. it wasn't like you were regressed every single day. very rarely did he ever have to take care of you while little. mostly because you often hid your regression from him. elvis didn’t know though. you didn't want him to know.

you just felt bad about it sometimes. he was so busy and there were times where you just needed to be little, but you refused to bother him about it even if he did say he wanted to take care of you. it was your problem and not his, he'd often come home with plushies or a new coloring book for you just for him to never see it again. you took care of yourself while he was away and you were okay with that.

today however, elvis knew something was off. you'd been more quiet than usual and refused to be touched by him. when asked what was wrong, you only mumbled out that you were fine before going back to your magazine. the two of you decided to sit outside and get some sun.

except you weren't fine and you wished elvis would just leave. to just go to the studio or get called out on a meeting. elvis went on rambling about a ranch he was looking at earlier. you zoned out halfway through the conversation, suddenly getting up. “sorry, i’ll be right back.” elvis watched you walk back inside in confusion, not getting up until you were already inside. he caught you in the kitchen, frustration on your face as tears began to stream down your cheeks.

he rushed over to you, placing a hand on your back. “baby, what's goin’ on?” he asked cautiously.

“d-don’t talk t’me in that tone. i-i’m fine.” you stammered, stepping away from his touch. you wanted to slip so badly, to be taken care of and held with care by your daddy but not on his day off. “i just-”

“oh honey, you're feelin’ all fuzzy again aren't ya?” he frowned.

you finally caved in, looking at him with sad eyes and nodded.

“you been holdin’ back? i’m sorry, darlin' i should have noticed.” he opened the cupboard and picked out a sippy cup. “‘s all alright, honey. we’ll get ya all comfy and deal with that lil’ fuzziness in your head.” he filled it up with your favorite juice, tightly securing the lid and opened up a tiny packet of animal crackers.

“not fully there yet.” you muttered as you were handed the snack.

“don’t fight it, baby. daddy’s got ya now, i’ll take care of you.” he cooed, kissing the top of your head.

“just…feelin’ bad.” you held your sippy cup tightly between your hands, swishing it back and forth. “don't wanna bother da-you….b-but then things in my head get all icky ‘n i jus’ wan’ daddy.” your voice began to get softer, words slightly slurred. you brought the cup to your lips, sipping on the cold sweet juice that tiny you loved so deeply.

elvis sat next to you, brushing your hair back. “when you told me about that feelin’ you get, i promised i’d take care of ya. you got nothin’ to feel bad about. don't even care if i’m busy, i’ll come home and take care of you.” he reassured. “and trust me, sweetheart. i’d much rather be with you than down at the studio for ten hours straight.”

the corner of your lips perked up slightly, finally digging through the tiny bag of animal crackers.

“and don't fight that feelin’ you get either–it ain't good for ya. i want you to feel comfortable around me.”

you nodded, taking out a cracker in the shape of elvis's favorite animal. “daddy, look!” you gasped, holding it up proudly.

he grinned, “well, would ya look at that! and it was the first one you pulled ou-” you interrupted him and shoved the cracker in his mouth, giggling softly as you shoved another cracker into your mouth.

he gave you a playful glare, side eyeing you. “oh, imma get you back for that one!” he slowly brought his hands to you, meeting with your sides and tickling you. “silly wittle baby, that’s what ya get!”

you showed mercy, pushing him away playfully to finish your crackers. you took the final sips of your juice and ate the last cracker remaining in the bag, offering it to elvis first.

“all done, honey?”

you raised your hands proudly, “all done!” you cheered.

“good job, little!” he ruffled your hair as he washed your sippy cup out, setting aside to air dry while you threw away your trash. “alright, what does the baby wanna do now?”

“can we color?” you asked, shyly. “please?”

“let's do it!”

[leloong2004]

Best coffee shops in Hoi An ancient town

Hoi An, a UNESCO World Heritage Site, is renowned for its charming lantern-lit streets, historic architecture, and vibrant culture. But beyond its ancient allure, Hoi An has a thriving coffee scene that attracts both locals and travelers. Whether you’re seeking a cozy spot to relax after exploring the old town or a trendy café with Instagram-worthy vibes, this guide to the best coffee shops in Hoi An ancient town will help you find the perfect brew. From traditional Vietnamese coffee to artisanal blends, here’s where to sip and savor in Hoi An.

Why Hoi An’s Coffee Scene Stands Out

Vietnam is one of the world’s top coffee producers, and Hoi An takes this heritage to heart. The best coffee shops in Hoi An ancient town blend local traditions—like strong ca phe sua da (iced coffee with condensed milk)—with modern twists, such as cold brews and specialty beans. Pair that with the town’s relaxed atmosphere and picturesque settings, and you’ve got a coffee experience that’s as memorable as the town itself.

1. The Espresso Station – Artisanal Coffee in a Rustic Setting

Location: 28 Tran Hung Dao, just outside the ancient town’s core.

Why Visit: Known for its high-quality beans sourced from Vietnam’s Central Highlands, The Espresso Station offers a modern take on coffee in a rustic, open-air space. It’s a favorite among coffee enthusiasts for its pour-overs, espresso, and friendly baristas.

Must-Try: The Vietnamese cold brew or a classic cappuccino. Prices range from 40,000–70,000 VND ($1.70–$3 USD).

Tips: Arrive early to snag a seat on the balcony overlooking the street. It’s a short walk from the Japanese Covered Bridge.

The Espresso Station Balcony

2. Cocobox – Farm-to-Table Coffee and More

Location: 94 Le Loi, right in the heart of the ancient town.

Why Visit: Cocobox doubles as a café and a mini-market, offering organic coffee, fresh juices, and local snacks. Its chic, minimalist design makes it one of the best coffee shops in Hoi An ancient town for a quick stop or a longer linger.

Must-Try: The coconut coffee—a creamy, tropical twist on the Vietnamese classic (50,000 VND, $2 USD).

Tips: Pick up some coffee beans or handmade souvenirs while you’re there. It’s perfect for a mid-morning break.

Coconut Coffee at Cocobox

3. Rosie’s Café – Cozy Vibes and Creative Drinks

Location: 8 Nguyen Thi Minh Khai, near the Hoi An Market.

Why Visit: Rosie’s is a hidden gem with a warm, homey feel, adorned with plants and wooden décor. It’s ideal for those seeking a quiet escape in the bustling ancient town.

Must-Try: The salted caramel latte or a traditional ca phe sua nong (hot coffee with condensed milk), around 45,000 VND ($1.90 USD).

Tips: Bring a book or laptop—this spot is great for unwinding or working. It’s a short stroll from the Night Market.

Rosie’s Café Interior

Location: Multiple outlets, including 135 Tran Phu in the ancient town.

Why Visit: With several locations across Hoi An, Hoi An Roastery combines convenience with quality. Its flagship store on Tran Phu offers a cozy courtyard and a chance to watch the world go by in the ancient town.

Must-Try: The signature egg coffee—a rich, custardy delight (50,000 VND, $2 USD).

Tips: Visit in the evening when the lanterns light up for an extra magical vibe. It’s near the iconic Hoi An lanterns.

Hoi An Roastery Courtyard

5. Faifo Coffee – Rooftop Views and Classic Brews

Location: 130 Tran Phu, centrally located in the ancient town.

Why Visit: Faifo Coffee stands out for its rooftop terrace, offering panoramic views of Hoi An’s yellow-walled buildings and tiled roofs. It’s one of the best coffee shops in Hoi An ancient town for combining great coffee with a scenic backdrop.

Must-Try: The traditional ca phe den da (iced black coffee) for 35,000 VND ($1.50 USD).

Tips: Head upstairs early to secure a rooftop spot, especially at sunset. Bring your camera—the views are unbeatable.

Faifo Coffee Rooftop View

Tips for Exploring the Best Coffee Shops in Hoi An Ancient Town

Timing: Mornings (8:00–11:00 AM) are perfect for avoiding crowds, while evenings offer a cooler, lantern-lit ambiance.

Walking Route: All these cafés are within or near the pedestrian-only ancient town, so wear comfy shoes and explore on foot. Start at Cocobox, move to Hoi An Roastery, then Rosie’s, Faifo, and end at The Espresso Station.

Budget: Expect to spend 35,000–70,000 VND ($1.50–$3 USD) per drink—affordable yet high-quality.

Extras: Pair your coffee with local treats like banh mi or coconut cakes for a full experience.

Why These Are the Best Coffee Shops in Hoi An Ancient Town

Each of these spots offers something unique: The Espresso Station for artisanal flair, Cocobox for convenience, Rosie’s for coziness, Hoi An Roastery for consistency, and Faifo for views. Together, they showcase Hoi An’s ability to blend tradition with modernity, all within the enchanting ancient town.

Final Thoughts

Exploring the best coffee shops in Hoi An ancient town is more than just a caffeine fix—it’s a journey through the town’s soul. Whether you’re sipping a robust Vietnamese brew or enjoying a creative latte, these cafés enhance Hoi An’s charm. Next time you’re wandering its historic streets, stop by one (or all!) of these gems for a taste of local life and a perfect cup.

[itsmeutsav95]

Turlock's Best Coffee Shops and Cafes.

Turlock, a charming city nestled in the heart of California's Central Valley, is more than just a hub for agriculture and education. It’s also home to a burgeoning coffee scene, where artisanal brews and cozy atmospheres offer residents and visitors alike a delightful retreat. Here’s a curated list of some of Turlock’s best coffee shops and cafes.

1. Latte Da Coffee Café

Located in the heart of downtown Turlock, Latte Da Coffee Café is a local favorite. This family-owned gem is known for its warm, welcoming environment and top-notch coffee. They pride themselves on sourcing high-quality beans and offering a variety of brewing methods, from classic drip to intricate pour-overs. Their menu also includes a selection of teas, pastries, and light lunch options, making it a perfect spot for a casual meetup or a quiet work session.

2. Almond Tree Coffee

Almond Tree Coffee is more than just a coffee shop; it’s a community hub. Situated near the university, it attracts a diverse crowd, including students, professionals, and families. The café offers a range of specialty coffee drinks, with the Almond Joy Latte being a standout favorite. The comfortable seating and free Wi-Fi make it an ideal spot for studying or remote work. In addition to coffee, they serve fresh, locally sourced pastries and snacks.

3. Dust Bowl Brewing Co. Tap Depot

While primarily known for its craft beers, Dust Bowl Brewing Co. Tap Depot also serves an excellent selection of coffee. This unique venue combines the best of both worlds, offering a lively atmosphere with a laid-back vibe. Their coffee bar features locally roasted beans, and the skilled baristas ensure each cup is brewed to perfection. It’s an excellent place to start your day with a caffeine kick and return in the evening for a craft beer.

4. La Mo Café

La Mo Café offers a delightful fusion of Mexican and American flavors. This eclectic spot is beloved for its vibrant décor and unique menu. The café serves organic coffee, sourced from sustainable farms, and their house-made horchata latte is a must-try. In addition to coffee, La Mo offers an array of breakfast and lunch items, including traditional Mexican dishes. The colorful atmosphere and friendly service make it a favorite among locals and visitors alike.

5. The Greenery

The Greenery is a vegan café that has gained a reputation for its commitment to sustainability and health-conscious menu. Alongside their excellent coffee, they offer a wide range of plant-based foods, fresh juices, and smoothies. The café’s minimalist décor and serene environment provide a perfect escape from the hustle and bustle. Their specialty lattes, made with alternative milk options like oat and almond, cater to all dietary preferences.

6. Jams@209 Sports Lounge

For those who enjoy a bit of sports with their coffee, Jams@209 Sports Lounge is the place to be. This hybrid café and sports bar offers a unique combination of great coffee, delicious food, and live sports. The extensive menu features a variety of coffee drinks, from espressos to flavored lattes, along with hearty breakfast and lunch options. The multiple screens and lively atmosphere make it an ideal spot for catching a game while sipping your favorite brew.

7. Clayton's Coffee Shop

Clayton's Coffee Shop is a retro-style diner that takes you back in time. Known for its vintage charm and classic American breakfast, it also serves some of the best coffee in Turlock. The friendly staff and nostalgic atmosphere make it a beloved spot for locals. Their bottomless coffee option is perfect for those who like to linger over multiple cups while enjoying the nostalgic ambiance.

Conclusion

Turlock’s coffee scene is diverse and vibrant, reflecting the city's unique blend of cultures and communities. Whether you're looking for a quiet place to work, a lively spot to watch the game, or a cozy corner to enjoy a book, Turlock's coffee shops and cafes offer something for everyone. Each of these establishments provides not just a cup of coffee but a community experience, making them essential stops for anyone exploring the heart of California.

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ronan leaned back in his chair, a low chuckle escaping as omer’s words tumbled out like a cask of wine tipped too far. “aye, ‘wise elder,’ is it now? well, if ye’re wearin’ the title, i’ll get started on craftin’ ye a cane, if ya don't have one already. i’ll have it shaped like yer head, smug grin and all, so ye’ll never forget what humility looks like.” his grin widened as he lifted his goblet, tipping it toward omer in mock salute before taking a long sip. the whiskey hit his tongue, sharp, and for a moment, it dulled the warm prickle of embarrassment rising under his skin at the topic of conversation.

“the old bracken charm,” he repeated, shaking his head with a snort. “i’ll have ye know it’s still workin’ just fine, past thirty an’ all. though i’ll admit,” he added, feigning a dramatic sigh, “it’s harder to woo a lass when there’s lads like you runnin’ around, braggin’ about yer clockwork keep an’ perfect bairns. ye make the rest of us look bad, omer mate.” but then omer pressed on, and the taunting shifted, as it always did with him, to something sharper, something that cut closer to truth. ronan drummed his fingers on the edge of the table, his smile faltering slightly before he caught it and plastered it back in place.

“this ‘someone,’ ye say.” his tone was lighter now, deflective, though the words stuck to his throat like pitch. “ah, well, i cannae be givin’ away all me secrets, now can i? where’d be the fun in that?” omer’s boyhood nickname hit its mark, and ronan barked a laugh despite himself. “nannie!” he exclaimed, rolling his eyes with exaggerated exasperation. “ye’ve nae called me that in years, ye arse. i should’ve thrown ye in the river the last time ye said it.” but omer’s snapping fingers and mischievous grin dragged him back to the topic at hand, and ronan shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his fingers curling around his goblet.

“fine, fine,” he relented, though his words came slower now, laced with something quieter as he noticed the obvious grimace omer made in drinking his fruit juice. truthfully, ronan knew many a man in their ways who drank and had their ups and downs with it all; but the whiskey was in their blood. there would be no avoiding it, and he saw no point in omer avoiding it entirely; it was part of them. all he needed to do was be moderate in how much he drank.

“aye, there’s someone. an’ maybe she’s the reason i’ve been draggin’ me heels on getting it done. or maybe i’m just waitin’ for the day she looks at me an’ sees more than just the smartest, most attractive knight in the all the realms who tells too many jokes. she tells a lot of stories, yeah? use that big head of yours to do da thinking.” he downed the rest of his whiskey in one go, then slammed the goblet down with a grin. “but enough about me, ye nosy old fox. tell me, how’s yer fruit juice treatin’ ye?”

The playful jab about his age had earned a hearty laugh, but Omer wasn’t one to let an opportunity slip. “Aye, I’ll take the title of wise elder if it suits you, lad. Though you’ll be needing my wisdom more than I need your jests, seeing as I’ve got the wife, the babes, and the keep running like clockwork.” His grin widened, a fox’s smile if there ever was one. “You, meanwhile, are still figuring out if the old Bracken charm works past thirty.”

He waved a hand in mock dismissal, leaning back again and folding his arms across his chest. “But this someone, eh? Now that’s a bit of news. Here I thought you’d go to your grave as the gallant bachelor of Stone Hedge, with nothing but your pipe and your whiskey to keep you warm. Tell me, cousin,” Omer’s voice dropped into a conspiratorial tone, his expression half teasing and half curious, “is this ‘someone’ the reason you’re still dancing around the idea of settling down? Or are you just biding your time, hoping she’ll come to her senses and agree to marry the likes of you?”

He laughed, but there was warmth in it, a genuine interest hidden beneath the ribbing. Omer reached for his goblet, grimacing slightly as he drank the fruit juice he was so thoroughly sick of. It wasn’t whiskey and he wished it was, perhaps a cup before bed. Maybe two. Or three.

“You know I’m not one to pry—” he paused, lifting a hand to stop Ronan’s inevitable scoff, “—but don’t make me drag it out of you, Nannie.” Omer teased him with the boyhood nickname, his fingers running over his dark hair. Then, he clapped his hands and snapped his fingers. "Oh," mischief settled comfortably on his face. "go on Ro, say it."