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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 vibesđ€" 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 foreverâ€ïž" (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 getsđ€âđŒ
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 wellđ"
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 đ„č)
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??"
#anon cutie#take a sip of da juice#small sip#julien baker x reader#julien baker x young!gf#fic coming soon!#ALSO MY KIDNEYS AND BLADDER ARE CLEAR#fuck u matty healy
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rough ~ sunghoon x reader



àŹ âËâč [ ì±í ] â 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 à«ź àŸàœČâÍ Ë âÍ àŸàœČá

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SOMEHOW, SHE'S IN CHARGE â« 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 isnât 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
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Caseyâs day had been going fine. Court had gone smoothly, she only had one more case review before lunch, and sheâd 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 itâs completely normal. Youâre 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 didnât 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 justâ" 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 donât 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 sheâs gathering strength.
"Cool," you mutter to yourself, hands on your hips as you stare at the chaos youâve 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, itâs 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, butâ" you hold up a finger, like youâre about to make an excellent pointâ"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?
Sheâs already mentally filing you away as someone sheâs going to have to keep an eye onânot in a bad way, just, you know, to make sure you donât accidentally set the office on fireâwhen 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, justâ" 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 canât believe it. "Newly appointed! Just started last week. You know, whole âshiny new District Attorneyâ thing. Trying my best. Not setting things on fire, so, yâknow⊠thatâs 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 DAâs 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 itâs 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. Youâre 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 theyâve 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. Thatâs the only explanation, right? Otherwise, thereâs no way youâd have this job.
You finally reach the conference room and push the door open, except it doesnât move because youâre 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. "Letâs talk case strategy."
You donât 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, itâs 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 detectiveâs lap. You donât even register it.
The meeting begins, and Casey is bracing for impact. But then something wild happens.
You start talking about the case, and itâs 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 readyâa good answer.
Itâs terrifying.
Casey watches, stunned, as you pick apart a potential defense strategy like itâs 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 youâre making legal arguments that even Casey wouldnât 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, "Thatâs 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 sheâs starting to suspect sheâs never going to be bored again.
#spicyschemmenti#casey novak#casey novak x reader#casey novak x female reader#casey novak x you#x fem!reader#x female reader#x female y/n#x reader#law and order svu#law and order special victims unit#special victims unit#svu#l&o svu
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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 didnât 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.
ââNother one?â
Your smile widens as you meet Huskâs 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. âYou spoil me, baby.â
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. ââs all part of my dastardly plan, doll.â
âOoh,â you say as he separates an egg white into the mix and dry shakes it together. âYou gonna have your way with me later?â
Husk shrugs a shoulder, feigning casual as he adds ice and shakes again. âMaybe.â
âWhy wait?â you ask as he pours. âPretty sure no one would miss us if we happened to disappear long enough for a quickie in the broom closet.â
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. âOh, baby, nothinâ I want to do to you is gonna be quick.â
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. âYou fucking flirt.â
Husk grins, his mouth opening to reply. He stops the moment you feel a body move up beside you.
âOkay, I gotta ask,â you turn at the sudden baritone, a wolfish-looking sinner leaning on the bar beside you. âWhy havenât you been in any of the commercials for this place?â
âIâm sorry?â
He shrugs, a playful smirk on his lips. Heâs pretty good-looking, with broad shoulders and bicep muscles that show even under the silver fur covering his arms. âIâm just saying, youâd have sinners lined up around the block just for a chance to say âhiâ if they knew you were living here.â
âAnd how do you know I live here?â
He jerks a thumb over his shoulder. âI asked Angel Dust about you.â
You glance over the wolfâs shoulder, catching the spiderâs 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.
âUh-huh,â you say dryly, but smile anyway. It is kind of flattering, and as cheesy as the line he just gave you is, he isnât 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. âSo, Iâm guessing this is you saying âhiâ?â
He laughs, taking a seat beside you. He turns to catch Huskâs attention, pointing at both your glasses, despite the fact that youâve barely had a chance to touch yours.
âGuess so.â he smiles, attention back on you. He didnât even seem to notice the way Husk glowers, the soft growl vibrating through the catâs throat as he watches the two of you. âSo⊠think you can sell me on this whole redemption thing?â
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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 youâre surprised when he stands and holds out a paw, an eyebrow raised in flirtatious invitation.
âSo⊠what dâyou say you show me around upstairs?â he asks suggestively. âHelp me get a real⊠feel for the place?â
Your response is interrupted by a growl from behind the bar.
Andris raises a brow, his hand still extended to you. âYou good, old man? Did I forget to tip?â
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 Huskâs, 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 donât really feel. âYâknow, I think Iâm gonna have to pass.â
âWhy?â The wolf seems genuinely surprised, his tone a joking tease. ââCause granddadâs gone all old-fashioned on us?â
âListen here, fuckââ 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 isnât 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 doesnât 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.
âLike I saidâŠâ you say breathlessly to an astounded Andris as you turn back to him. âI think Iâll pass.â
The wolf blinks once, twice, before a scowl mars his features. Another warning growl from Husk has him leaving without further comment.
âWellâŠâ You clear your throat awkwardly, squeezing Huskâs 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 youâre surprised little cartoon hearts arenât 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. âI think our secretâs out.â
Husk follows your gaze, his cheeks flushing slightly. âWas nice while it lasted.â
âYeah,â you sigh, smiling. âCharliesâ so gonna make a big deal about this.â
âYup.â
âSoâŠâ
âFuckinâ finally!â youâre interrupted by Angel as he approaches, rolling his eyes dramatically. He takes Andrisâ 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. âI thought I was gonna haveâta come over here anâ put the moves on ya myself if it meant the two oâ ya finally admittinâ youâre a thing!â
âYouâŠâ you stutter incredulously. âYou knew we wereâŠ?â
âToots, everybody knows!â Angel waves a hand towards the rest of the room, and you see Cherri raise her glass to you with a suggestive grin. âYou ainât exactly subtle with all the goo-goo eyes olâ Whiskers has been sendinâ your way!â
âI do not have⊠whatever the fuck âgoo-goo eyesâ are.â Husk argues, pouring Angelâs drink.
âBaby, you have no idea jusâ how bad youâve got it for this one, do ya?â The porn star replies, patting the side of your face mockingly. He downs his drink in one, shooting Husk a wink. âBut thanks for takinâ the bait with olâ Andris over there. I was worried I mightâve actually had to pay out Cherri on you two.â
âYou were betting on us?â
Angel gives you a look somewhere between dry and affectionate as he stands. âYou gotta stop soundinâ so scandalised, sugar. Now do us all a favor and take your man for a ride; apparently, he ainât gonna be able to mix a decent drink again âtil heâs calmed the fuck down.â
âAngel, you son of aââ
âYou can thank me later, Husky-baby.â Angel tells him with a wink, ruffling your hair as he turns to leave. âJusâ go get some lovinâ already.â
send me a prompt and either husk or blitzĂž
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AN: I'm so annoyed rn bc I saved 3 drafts of this and NONE OF THEM SAVED. I EVEN FINISHED THIS ENTIRE FIC. đ anyways, enjoy đ
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.
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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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Scout:
You grab his arm and pull him back to cover as a bullet remains where his head was.
âJesus christ scout at least be carefulâ
âi - â
Heâs 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.
âYou aight there?â
âYes! yeah i- i couldâve totally avoided that without ya yâknow ahaâ
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,
âAwww aint ya cuties, whats your names huhâ
âSergeant Smith, the one with the medal is lieutenant bites
âwhat cuties they all areâ
He says with speed as you nuzzle the raccoon and baby talk it while laughing, heâs staring for a while before you look up to him.
âYou okay solly?â
âAffirmative!â
His heart is widely beating as you treat his pets like your own, giving them food while you think he isnât 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.
âSee! its a pink flame, isnât that cool!?â
âmpHmH!â
âAnyway this is for you anyway, gotta go see medic; dont burn the place down!â
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:
âYeah, an she carried your drunk ass to bed; what a sight HAâ
Scout teased, demomanâs face flushed red as you walk in. Waving.
âHey you three, what's up?â
âTellin olâ demo here how he ended up back in his bedâ
âYeah! an look at the drunkardâ
His face was a dark red, a. hot feeling radiating as he grummbled and burried his head in his arms.
âHm? oh yeah did you drink the water i left you?â
ây-yahâ
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.
âWhat are you waiting for? taste itâ
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.
âDoes it taste right? not sure if i got it all correct, russian is hard for me to readâ
You smile, he coughs softy. Nodding, face a soft pink as you stand like a sun in the kitchen.
âDa, its like how my mother used to cookâ
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.
âEngi, eat somethingâ
âI- oh thanks darlinâ
He would say with a smile, face red as he ate. You standing there with crossed arms.
âTake a break soon, we need you tomorrowâ
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 didnât 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.
âYou okay doc? He didnât hurt ya did he?â
âi- nien- nien he didntâ
Heâs red, standing there staring at you as you look feral with the demomanâs blood soaking into your clothes and skin,
âDoc? ya there?â
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.
âSnipes?? what happened jesus,â
ânothin nothinâ
He bites back a groan of pain as he went to grab the med back, you kneel before him.
âSnipes move your hand, jesus what even happenedâ
âits foin, its nothIN-â
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.
âAight, should be good. Iâll get medic to heal ya if we come throughâ
âtha, thanks mateâ
âTry not to get hit againâ
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.
âBe careful, next time i ain't saving youâ
âoui, merci,â
His words slip into french as his feet stumble and you catch him before falling.
âWhat, are you sick? Is that why your head is out of the game?â
âno, non, its nothing ami, merci for hiding meâ
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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Vacation time with Meian, Osamu, FukurĆ 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 Shƫgo."
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
FukurĆ, the Captain of the Schweiden Adlers takes you on an exciting adventure! A safari trip in the wildest corners of Africa <3
FukurĆ 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 FukurĆ
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 FukurĆ 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 FukurĆ 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 TĆru, 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 TĆru 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 TĆru, 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!" TĆru 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 TĆru 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 TĆru 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
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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! ^^
*â~ A little pest ~â
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 youânot even Tony's legendary sarcasm.
You had your methods, each more creative than the last. On Monday, you poked Tonyâs cheeks while he was engrossed in a holographic display of the latest Stark tech. He barely flinched, his focus unwavering, but you were relentless.
âHey, Mr. Stark! Can I join the Avengers?â you chirped, poking him again.
âDo you even know what that entails, kid?â he replied, barely looking at you.
âYeah! Iâd fight bad guys and help save the world! Please?â you pleaded.
The following day, you brought donutsâTonyâs weakness. You bounced into the lab, a box of assorted donuts in hand, wearing your most charming smile.
âLook, I even got your favoriteâmaple bacon!â you exclaimed, waving the box in front of him. âNow can I join the Avengers?â
He took a donut, raising an eyebrow at you. âAre you trying to bribe me with pastries? Because itâs working, but you still canât join.â
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. âCan I join the Avengers now?â
One Friday, after a week of relentless persuasion, you decided to up the ante. You had watched one of Natashaâs fancy parties and learned about cocktails. You concocted your versionâa non-alcoholic âsurimpression cocktailâ 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 Tonyâs lab. âTa-da! I made you a special drink to celebrate your next invention! Can I please join the Avengers?â
Tony took a sip, pretending to be deeply impressed. âThis tastes like something that might actually give me a sugar high. Nice try, kid.â
Over the months, your persistence began to wear him down. You were a tiny force of natureâfull 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.
âOkay, okay! You want to join the Avengers? Thereâs one condition.â
Your eyes lit up with excitement. âAnything! What is it?â
âYou need to keep an eye on Loki,â he said, leaning back in his chair. âWe canât have him causing trouble while youâre running around being a hero. Think you can handle that?â
âAbsolutely!â you exclaimed, bouncing on your heels. âI can watch Loki! Iâll keep him out of trouble!â
Tony chuckled, clearly entertained by your enthusiasm. âAlright, kiddo. Welcome to the team, sort of. You can be our official Loki babysitter.â
You couldnât contain your excitement. You jumped up and down, practically vibrating with joy. âThank you, thank you, thank you! I promise I wonât let you down!â
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 âLoki babysitterâ would lead to some unexpected adventuresâand probably a lot of mischief.
As you sprinted through the halls, your laughter echoed, and in that moment, you felt like a true Avengerâdonuts and all.
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A Night With Him in Bucharest - 9
Summary: You and Bucky start trying for another baby.
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James looked at you and Bucky with a quizzical look.
           âMe beinâ a big brudder?â he asked hesitantly. âHow dat work?â
           You and Bucky chuckled. âThatâs something for momma and I to get taken care of,â Bucky told the toddler.
The three-year-old thought for a moment â tapping his index finger on his chin to show his thinking process. âWhat if I not a good one?â
âOh, buddy,â you spoke softly, âyouâd be the best big brother in the entire universe!â
âReally?â he asked, a bit skeptical.
âOf course,â Bucky backed you up. âI was a big brother, and I loved it.â
âWoah! You was a big brudder?â
Bucky nodded and gave a sad smile. âYeah,â he confirmed. âI had a little sister.â He chuckled fondly of the memories he had. âShe got on my nerves a lot, but I loved her more than anything.â
âWhere she now?â James asked curiously.
Bucky put the toddler in his lap. âSheâs in heaven,â he told the little boy. âYou know how Iâm really old?â James nodded. âWell, I have a special kind ofâŠjuiceâŠthat keeps me big and strong and young.â
âDid she not has the juice?â James asked â taking an interest in Buckyâs vibranium arm â tracing the gold parts with his finger.
Bucky shook his head. âNo, she didnât.â
âDo I gots the special juice?â James asked â looking up at his dad.
Bucky smiled. âYou do.â
âWill da baby have da special juice?â
âYes,â Bucky answered with a chuckle.
âDen I wanna be a big brudder!â James exclaimed. âWhen I can has da baby?â
           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.
           âHeâs so precious,â you giggled, floating over to Bucky and sitting in his lap.
           Bucky chuckled that deep chuckle that send vibrations through your body. âHeâs excited to be a big brudder.â 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.
âSuch a tease,â you moaned softly and sipped your wine. To tease him back, you grinded yourself against his hardening cock.
He chuckled in your ear. âThis tease is gonna put a baby in you.â
âFuck.â You threw your head back against his chest and felt his hands begin to make their way to your aching cunt. âPlease, Buck,â you begged wantonly. âGive me another baby.â
His fingers gently stroked your throbbing clit â 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 â placing you gently on the bed. His lips started their trail of kisses at your ankles, and he slowly made his way up â 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 wasnât about fucking. It wasnât about making each other beg. It wasnât 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 â 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.
           âBuck?â your voice was filled with worry. âBaby, whatâs wrong?â
           He shook his head and let out a chuckle. âFor the first timeâŠabsolutely nothing.â
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 werenât just having sex or trying to have a baby. You were both making love to the otherâs body and soul. You had your hands tangled in the otherâs hair â holding each other as close as possible while you swallowed up each otherâs 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 heâd deserve, let alone actually receive it.
âThank you,â he panted against your lips â his thrusts staying slow and deep. You looked into his eyes for a deeper meaning.
âFor what?â you asked through your heavy breaths.
His lips found the sweet spot on your neck once again. âFor showing me happiness,â he began. âFor loving me no matter what.â His breath was hot on your neck â his voice gravelly and lust filled. âFor being good to me⊠For seeing past all the bad⊠For making me a dad.â
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 â 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 â bringing forth a gorgeous moan from the super soldier. He spread your legs wider and pushed them towards your chest â 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.
âYou feel so good, daddy,â you moaned, your back arching off the bed and allowing him to wrap his arm underneath and hold you close to him.
âYou feel fucking amazing, mommy,â 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 wasnât there for Jamesâ 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 couldâve 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.
âRight there, Buck,â you panted â his cock hitting your g-spot over and over again.
âYou gonna come on my cock, baby girl?â he breathed against your neck. âGonna cover me with your honey?â 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.
âSo close, daddy,â you moaned â writhing underneath his large frame. He sped up just enough to push you over the edge â 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 â his lips being firmly pressed against yours as he let out a loud groan and filled you with his seed.
He kept thrusting â 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.

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Ok so this isnât 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, itâs revealed, dun dun da daâŠ. It was phoenix and Bob and thereâs reason to believe theyâre still out there
I have no idea if youâre open to prompt ideas so feel free to tell me to f all the way off but since theyâll 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
Iâm 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!)
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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 :-)
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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 didnât 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. âsorry, iâll be right back.â 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. âbaby, what's goinâ on?â he asked cautiously.
âd-donât talk tâme in that tone. i-iâm fine.â 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. âi just-â
âoh honey, you're feelinâ all fuzzy again aren't ya?â he frowned.
you finally caved in, looking at him with sad eyes and nodded.
âyou been holdinâ back? iâm sorry, darlin' i should have noticed.â he opened the cupboard and picked out a sippy cup. ââs all alright, honey. weâll get ya all comfy and deal with that lilâ fuzziness in your head.â he filled it up with your favorite juice, tightly securing the lid and opened up a tiny packet of animal crackers.
ânot fully there yet.â you muttered as you were handed the snack.
âdonât fight it, baby. daddyâs got ya now, iâll take care of you.â he cooed, kissing the top of your head.
âjustâŠfeelinâ bad.â you held your sippy cup tightly between your hands, swishing it back and forth. âdon't wanna bother da-youâŠ.b-but then things in my head get all icky ân i jusâ wanâ daddy.â 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. âwhen you told me about that feelinâ you get, i promised iâd take care of ya. you got nothinâ to feel bad about. don't even care if iâm busy, iâll come home and take care of you.â he reassured. âand trust me, sweetheart. iâd much rather be with you than down at the studio for ten hours straight.â
the corner of your lips perked up slightly, finally digging through the tiny bag of animal crackers.
âand don't fight that feelinâ you get eitherâit ain't good for ya. i want you to feel comfortable around me.â
you nodded, taking out a cracker in the shape of elvis's favorite animal. âdaddy, look!â you gasped, holding it up proudly.
he grinned, âwell, would ya look at that! and it was the first one you pulled ou-â 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. âoh, imma get you back for that one!â he slowly brought his hands to you, meeting with your sides and tickling you. âsilly wittle baby, thatâs what ya get!â
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.
âall done, honey?â
you raised your hands proudly, âall done!â you cheered.
âgood job, little!â he ruffled your hair as he washed your sippy cup out, setting aside to air dry while you threw away your trash. âalright, what does the baby wanna do now?â
âcan we color?â you asked, shyly. âplease?â
âlet's do it!â
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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 youâre seeking a cozy spot to relax after exploring the old town or a trendy cafĂ© 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, hereâs where to sip and savor in Hoi An.
Why Hoi Anâs Coffee Scene Stands Out
Vietnam is one of the worldâs top coffee producers, and Hoi An takes this heritage to heart. The best coffee shops in Hoi An ancient town blend local traditionsâlike strong ca phe sua da (iced coffee with condensed milk)âwith modern twists, such as cold brews and specialty beans. Pair that with the townâs relaxed atmosphere and picturesque settings, and youâve got a coffee experience thatâs as memorable as the town itself.
1. The Espresso Station â Artisanal Coffee in a Rustic Setting
Location: 28 Tran Hung Dao, just outside the ancient townâs core.
Why Visit: Known for its high-quality beans sourced from Vietnamâs Central Highlands, The Espresso Station offers a modern take on coffee in a rustic, open-air space. Itâs 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 40,000â70,000 VND ($1.70â$3 USD).
Tips: Arrive early to snag a seat on the balcony overlooking the street. Itâs a short walk from the Japanese Covered Bridge.
The Espresso Station Balcony
2. Cocobox â 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 coffeeâa creamy, tropical twist on the Vietnamese classic (50,000 VND, $2 USD).
Tips: Pick up some coffee beans or handmade souvenirs while youâre there. Itâs perfect for a mid-morning break.
Coconut Coffee at Cocobox
3. Rosieâs CafĂ© â Cozy Vibes and Creative Drinks
Location: 8 Nguyen Thi Minh Khai, near the Hoi An Market.
Why Visit: Rosieâs is a hidden gem with a warm, homey feel, adorned with plants and wooden dĂ©cor. Itâs 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 laptopâthis spot is great for unwinding or working. Itâs a short stroll from the Night Market.
Rosieâs CafĂ© 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 coffeeâa rich, custardy delight (50,000 VND, $2 USD).
Tips: Visit in the evening when the lanterns light up for an extra magical vibe. Itâs near the iconic Hoi An lanterns.
Hoi An Roastery Courtyard
5. Faifo Coffee â 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 Anâs yellow-walled buildings and tiled roofs. Itâs 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 cameraâthe views are unbeatable.
Faifo Coffee Rooftop View
Tips for Exploring the Best Coffee Shops in Hoi An Ancient Town
Timing: Mornings (8:00â11:00 AM) are perfect for avoiding crowds, while evenings offer a cooler, lantern-lit ambiance.
Walking Route: All these cafĂ©s 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 Rosieâs, Faifo, and end at The Espresso Station.
Budget: Expect to spend 35,000â70,000 VND ($1.50â$3 USD) per drinkâaffordable 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, Rosieâs for coziness, Hoi An Roastery for consistency, and Faifo for views. Together, they showcase Hoi Anâs 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 fixâitâs a journey through the townâs soul. Whether youâre sipping a robust Vietnamese brew or enjoying a creative latte, these cafĂ©s enhance Hoi Anâs charm. Next time youâre wandering its historic streets, stop by one (or all!) of these gems for a taste of local life and a perfect cup.
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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. Itâs also home to a burgeoning coffee scene, where artisanal brews and cozy atmospheres offer residents and visitors alike a delightful retreat. Hereâs a curated list of some of Turlockâs 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; itâs a community hub. Situated near the university, it attracts a diverse crowd, including students, professionals, and families. The cafĂ© 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. Itâs 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 cafĂ© 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 cafĂ©âs minimalist dĂ©cor 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
Turlockâs 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 omerâs words tumbled out like a cask of wine tipped too far. âaye, âwise elder,â is it now? well, if yeâre wearinâ the title, iâll get started on craftinâ ye a cane, if ya don't have one already. iâll have it shaped like yer head, smug grin and all, so yeâll never forget what humility looks like.â 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.
âthe old bracken charm,â he repeated, shaking his head with a snort. âiâll have ye know itâs still workinâ just fine, past thirty anâ all. though iâll admit,â he added, feigning a dramatic sigh, âitâs harder to woo a lass when thereâs lads like you runninâ around, bragginâ about yer clockwork keep anâ perfect bairns. ye make the rest of us look bad, omer mate.â 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.
âthis âsomeone,â ye say.â his tone was lighter now, deflective, though the words stuck to his throat like pitch. âah, well, i cannae be givinâ away all me secrets, now can i? whereâd be the fun in that?â omerâs boyhood nickname hit its mark, and ronan barked a laugh despite himself. ânannie!â he exclaimed, rolling his eyes with exaggerated exasperation. âyeâve nae called me that in years, ye arse. i shouldâve thrown ye in the river the last time ye said it.â but omerâs 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.
âfine, fine,â 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.
âaye, thereâs someone. anâ maybe sheâs the reason iâve been dragginâ me heels on getting it done. or maybe iâm just waitinâ for the day she looks at me anâ 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.â he downed the rest of his whiskey in one go, then slammed the goblet down with a grin. âbut enough about me, ye nosy old fox. tell me, howâs yer fruit juice treatinâ ye?â
The playful jab about his age had earned a hearty laugh, but Omer wasnât one to let an opportunity slip. âAye, Iâll take the title of wise elder if it suits you, lad. Though youâll be needing my wisdom more than I need your jests, seeing as Iâve got the wife, the babes, and the keep running like clockwork.â His grin widened, a foxâs smile if there ever was one. âYou, meanwhile, are still figuring out if the old Bracken charm works past thirty.â
He waved a hand in mock dismissal, leaning back again and folding his arms across his chest. âBut this someone, eh? Now thatâs a bit of news. Here I thought youâd 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,â Omerâs voice dropped into a conspiratorial tone, his expression half teasing and half curious, âis this âsomeoneâ the reason youâre still dancing around the idea of settling down? Or are you just biding your time, hoping sheâll come to her senses and agree to marry the likes of you?â
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 wasnât whiskey and he wished it was, perhaps a cup before bed. Maybe two. Or three.
âYou know Iâm not one to pryââ he paused, lifting a hand to stop Ronanâs inevitable scoff, ââbut donât make me drag it out of you, Nannie.â 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."
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surprisingly trying to ignore your evil alter ego doesnt work out in the long run and jackall will learn that the hard way
#hi if you saw this uploaded earlier without the second pic sorry i wanted to reupload it without the dialogue#excuse da reupload . plus i uploaded it originally at like 4 pm which is a trash time so now its better helfppp#was messing around with colors. why they ourple#jackerita au#sawyuh art#dr jackall#w101#i elaborated on it a bit more in a longer written post like last week but basically in this au hound cannot take control of jackall without#jackall sipping from his rabies juice but he does show up in jackall's nightmares and (in a post that i still need to write) he will almost#get control again a few times after jackall escapes from newgate . usually hes just an asshole and jackall does not need him in his life#the song is HANSEL by sodikken its not really my cup of tea song wise but i thot the specific lyrics could be applied if you squint and#remove the context lmao#the quality is so bad on this oh my god . click for better quality#mr hound
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