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Loki S2 Anniversary x Episode 1 - "Ouroboros"
#mobius#loki#lokius#mcuedit#lokiedit#marveledit#finally got to rewatch in full then as usual tried and failed to pick a favorite moment so just take everything lol#in all seriousness if this collection of scenes were from#idk#like five collective seasons i'd consider that the biggest gift but ONE episode one SINGLE episode!?????#a level of insanity from which there is thankfully no recovery#s02e01 you'll forever be the most famous of them all đ#will try to put something together each week but just had to say how amazing the fandom is and how much fun this time has been đ„°đ#owen wilson#tom hiddleston#marvel#owenwilsonedit#dianagifs#flashing cw
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dumb young love
1.9k words, summary: when art leaves you in the dust for tashi, a part of you breaks. after an argument art realizes how desperately in love he is with you.
request from @fangirlinc :)
you had gone and done the one thing everyone had warned you not to do. you had fallen in love with your best friend. i mean how could you not? he was handsome, charming, talented, funny, everything you could want in a man and more. you both had such bright futures ahead of you and just loved being in each others company. which is why you never felt the need to profess your love to him. but lately you've been rethinking this choice.Â
you obviously knew how close art and patrick were, i mean you guys all practically grew up with each other. this dynamic never really bothered you, why would it? that all changed once tashi came into the picture.Â
you had been there, at the match where it all started. you had come to support them like you always had, but within those few days something had shifted and you had no idea why. suddenly the boys were ditching you to go to a party you didn't even know they cared about.Â
they had come back to you the next day, raving about how amazing tashi was and the night they spent together. you noticed a glint in artâs eye that wasn't there before, and you tried your hardest to suppress the jealousy you were feeling.Â
that day, when patrick won the match, you couldn't help but feel relieved that art would remain yours just for a little longer. what you didn't realize is that art didnt care if patrick was with tashi, because he was still head over heels for her.
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âhey are we gonna have dinner tonight?â you ask, throwing another tennis ball over the net.
âyeah, just gotta get back to my room and showerâ art replies, hitting back the ball with a distraught look on his face.Â
âis it tashi?â you sigh.
âwhat? no-no. i'm just stressed about my next matchâ he replies, walking over to the bench.Â
âyou're art donaldson. youâre never stressed about a match. c'mon just tell meâ you say as you walk over to him.Â
âits just. patrick called and all he can fucking talk about is how amazing tashi is. and then i walk around campus and all i hear is how amazing tashi is. no matter what i do i canât escape her.â he confesses, putting his head in his hands.
âi canât imagine you ever wanting to escape herâ you reply, letting out a forced laugh.Â
âwhat?âÂ
âcmon art, from the day you lost that match itâs like your entire world changed or something. i mean all of a sudden your whole life revolves around this girlâ you scoff.Â
ây/n i really donât need this shit from you, iâll see you laterâ he scoffs, picking up his bag and leaving the court.Â
âart!â you call out, only for him to leave you there alone.
standing there you think back to when everything was fine. how art would link his pinky with yours as you walked. the way he would call you everyday when he had to travel for matches. the nights you spent in his dorm trying to cram week's worth of studying into one night. the way he would so effortlessly plant kisses to your forehead. the moments you thought he might actually be in love with you. but now all you had were those memories.Â
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before you knew it, all art was doing was hanging out and helping tashi train. he had been your training partner first, so it hurt like hell to be left in the dust. you decided to try and let it go and focus on winning your matches. your most important match was coming up and you couldn't let your silly love life get in the way. the one person you had always dreamed of being coached by was going to be at your match. so you knew you had to train like crazy to get to work with them.Â
a part of you was hoping maybe art would see how amazing your match would be, and finally start paying attention to you again. but you knew you were holding onto false hope.Â
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the day of your match had finally come, and youâd be lying if you said you werenât scared. this was such an important moment for your career and you couldn't shake those nerves. but you knew seeing art up in the stands would give you the boost of confidence you needed.Â
the first set was about to start and you still didnât see art in the stands. you felt your heart skip a beat at the thought that he might not show up. he would never do that to you. right?Â
the first set had started and for a moment, the world around you started to fade. you may have hated tashi, but man was she right about tennis. you were performing flawlessly and you knew all the hard work was finally going to pay off.Â
after winning your first set, you go back to your seat, taking a breather and still scanning the crowd for art. he was still nowhere to be found and you could feel your sadness turning into anger. deciding to use that as fuel, you prepare yourself for your next set. the rest of the game goes flawlessly and you know this is the best you have ever played.Â
hitting the winning point, you stand in shock as cheers come from the stands. thanking your opponent you canât seem to wipe the smile off your face. that is until you spot art in the stands. you could feel all the anger and resentment you suppressed fighting to be released. this had been your best game yet, and there art was, to ruin it.
packing up your bag, you felt a presence behind you. all spectators and coaches were long gone so you knew exactly who was behind you. turning around to face art, you push past him not wanting to hear a word he has to say.Â
ây/n please i-â art calls out, quickly catching up with you.
âyou what art?!â you yell, turning around to face him.
âyou forgot? you had homework? you lost track of time? oh better yet, maybe you were with tashi?â you continue, looking up at him. you could feel hot tears threatening to spill from your eyes.Â
he stays silent and thats all the answer you need.Â
âoh my god you wereâ you whisper, stepping back from him.Â
âplease just let me explainâ art pleads, a look of desperation youâd never seen before.Â
âtoday was the most important day to me. and i really thought that as my best friend you would at least care a little more. but i know where your priorities lay. and i'm done fighting for a spot iâll never getâ you say as tears quickly spill onto your cheeks.Â
artâs hand reaches up to brush away your tears, but you step back.Â
âstay the fuck away from me artâ you choke out, quickly walking back to your room.Â
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the next few days were hell. spending each day crying in your bed, you had lost not only the love of your life but your best friend. you had gotten a call offering to be coached by someone you could only ever dream of working with. you shouldâve felt happy, ecstatic even, but the last conversation you had with art was still ringing through your head. he had called you far too many times and texted you even more. but you had ignored every single one. the first day he came knocking on your door, but gave up after an hour of waiting. the apology flowers he had sent you sat on your desk. you had no idea what you were going to do. until, you got a text from patrick.Â
patrickÂ
hi love, art told me about what happened im sorry.Â
y/n
hi, you donât have to apologize for him being stupid
patrick
do you want to hang out today? try to get your mind off of him
y/nÂ
actually i would love to
patrickÂ
meet me outside at 2
getting ready to see patrick was a highlight from these past few days. while you were enjoying your sulking you knew you had to get out at some point. going out to the courtyard, you see patrick sitting on a picnic blanket. your favorite foods and snacks were neatly laid next to him. you felt yourself genuinely smiling for the first time in a really long time. you spent the next hour eating your favorite meal and laughing at stupid shit with patrick. although your heart still hurt, you could feel your spirits rising.Â
âthank you for this patrick, itâs all so lovelyâ you smile.Â
âof course iâll always be here for youâ he gleams, pushing away the hair around your face and leaning in to kiss your forehead.Â
âwhat the fuck?!âÂ
you would recognize that voice anywhere.Â
âart what are you doing here?â patrick stands up to face him.Â
âoh i dont know maybe i go to school here? what the fuck are you doing here patrick?!â he replies, getting closer to patrick.Â
âseriously y/n? you run off to patrick?â he questions, obviously distraught but you can't seem to place why.Â
âhey you donât get to blame her for thisâ patrick replies.Â
âoh fuck off patrick would you let her speakâÂ
grabbing arts hand, you quickly lead him away from the public spectacle this was all becoming.Â
âwhat the hell is wrong with you art?â you yell, shutting your room door.Â
âi mean, you completely forgot about me for some other girl and now you're mad at me? none of this makes sense, you broke my heart. you don't get to be angry.â you continue, feeling tears brim your eyes.Â
he paces for a second, running his hands through the curls you missed so much.Â
âim in love with youâ he stops, looking down at you.Â
it felt like you were dreaming, like you were imagining the words that just came out of his mouth.Â
âi always have been. i've just been so stupid about it. when tashi came around i threw myself at her because i thought there was no way you would ever feel that way towards me. and i know i fucked up by doing that, i really really fucked up. but when i picture my life i see you, i've only ever seen you. and seeing you with patrick, i was scared i lost you. i'm sorry y/n, i really am. i would do anything to take it back.â he confesses.Â
âyouâre so stupid!â you yell, pushing his shoulders.Â
âive been in love with you for like, forever!â you look up at him, confused as to how he never realized.Â
âreally?â he asks, pure shock all over his face.Â
âyes! i thought it was obviousâ you frown.Â
before you knew it he was holding your face in his hands, planting a kiss on your lips. in that moment everything felt right, like the stars had aligned.Â
âyâknow i'm still mad at youâ you look up at him, placing your hands over his.Â
âtrust me, i will do everything to make it up to you. i'm just glad you're finally mineâ he couldnât seem to wipe the smile off his face as he kissed you again.Â
#mike faist#mike faist x reader#art donaldson x reader#art donaldson x you#art donaldson#challengers
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can we get a blurb of dealer!rafe and reader just spending the whole day together at home just being really domestic đ© as much as he loves making money he loves spending time with his girl
because heâs soft only for you đ
As much as you loved being spoiled with lavish gifts, luxurious vacations and racks of cash nearly everyday, one of your favorite things was lazy days with Rafe. They were rare as he was usually always busy during the week, but sometimes he needed a day just to spend with his pretty girl.
The first part of the day was getting to sleep in, naked and entangled in the sheets as Rafeâs massive body laid with yours, holding you close with his head buried in your neck. You both would wake up, a grin on his handsome face as he watched those pretty lips pout. âGood morning baby, howâs my gorgeous girl?â He would ask, voice lower than normal as he kissed your soft skin. âIâm hungry.â You would mumble, those usually being the first words out of your mouth.
Dealer!Rafe couldnât cook to save his life, but he sure did try so that he could please you. You would have on nothing but one of his t-shirts, sitting at the counter as you admired his gorgeous frame as he wore nothing but a pair of Calvin Klein boxers on his toned hips. You couldnât help but giggle at him getting frustrated that the pancake wouldnât flip right. He told you to stay put, but you found yourself trudging over to help in anyway. âYou have to wait until all these little bubbles pop up and then you take your spatula and..â Rafe tuned your voice out. Not because he didnât want to listen, but because he didnât think he would ever get over how beautiful you were. His blue eyes just twinkled every time he looked at you and remembered that you were his girl.
After having to give Rafe another lesson in pancake making because he hadnât listened to you the first time, the two of you sat down at the table to eat. You sat in his lap, feeding each other bites while you giggled and he just complimented you the entire time. His large hands would squeeze your waist, pulling you impossibly closer, just to whisper in your ear about how pretty you are. Rafe wasn't this soft around anyone and if his boys caught him being this whipped, theyâd never let him live it down. Good thing he was the one that paid them.
The rest of the day was lazy, spent back in the huge bed as Rafe would let you turn on whatever show, or movie you wanted. He would roll a few fat blunts for you two to smoke, lighting one up as you lay between his legs. He would watch you easily inhale the smoke, something about you being makeup free and nearly naked in his bed had him mesmerized. âYou know I am the first one to say that Iâve been blessed with a lot of amazing shit in my life, but youâve got to be the biggest blessing a man like me never knew he needed.â He murmured, his lips finding your neck as you leaned back against him.
He never wanted for nothing in his life and his focus had always been money, but he didnât know how much he needed you until it was moments like this. He loved spoiling you, there was no question when it came to that, this though was where it was at and he needed to start making more days out of the week to focus only on you.
#rafe cameron#dealer!rafe#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron prompt#rafe cameron blurb#rafe cameron concepts#rafe concepts#outerbanks rafe#rafe outer banks#drew starkey#drew starkey x reader#obx#outer banks#rafe fluff#drew starkey fluff#rafe cameron fluff
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okay but imagine pavitr trying to play wingman for hobie to get with the reader and how funny/cute it would be
longer requests will be out this week, thank u all for the amazing support!! love you guys sm
: ÌÌâ WINGMAN. hobie brown x reader headcanons
REQUESTS ARE OPEN
oh, he would be so annoying. in the best way.
youâd joined the spider society not long after the others, immediately clicking within the dynamic and it wasnât uncommon for you all to just hang out in each others dimensions after a mission.
at first, hobie thought youâd simply peaked his interest because of your unspoken nature. constantly standing up for yourself and other spider people, putting people in their place if need be, just your general backbone intrigued him. you felt different to the others. thatâs all he thought.
that was, until one afternoon, you were all packed into your apartment, music playing from the stereos and pavitr talking everybodyâs ear off about god knows what. hobie had been silent for a while, no reason in particular, heâd been fiddling with the badges on his leather vest, in his own little world. well, until he felt a hand on his knee.
âhobie,â your voice was low, subtle, hanging just below the decibels of the melodies booming through the room, âare you alright? youâve been quite quiet.â
âoh, uh,â he was taken aback, possibly by your hand that still lingered on his jeans, or how close he suddenly realised you were, seeing the soft details of your face and pigment in your cheeks for the first time, âyeah, no, iâm fine.â he cleared his throat.
smiling back at him, you took your hand away, moving back to get involved in the conversation again, not thinking much of it. regretfully, hobie looked up and saw pavitr staring at him, clearly having watched the ordeal and the excited smirk on his face told him that heâd definitely seen hobie flustered. he sighed.
after pavitr worked out that hobie had a thing for you, it was over for him.
he couldnât even LOOK in your direction, without the shorter man hopping into his personal space, nudging him hard in the ribs, singing something about kissing in a tree.
constant comments about you to hobie
ây/n, i love your shirt! hobie, doesnât it look so cool?â
ây/n! hobie told me to tell you he loves your shoes.â
âdoesnât y/n look sooo nice today! huh? hobie? what do you think?â
he was in hell, actually.
there was only so many "yeah, nice" he could say to you before he started to sound like a prick
on missions, he was insufferable
constantly making you guys work together somehow
âmiguel, i think me and gwen work best as a team, donât you think? y/n and hobie should do this one togetherâ
swinging through the streets of whichever earth you were sent to, hearing distant yells of pavitr calling after you both âarenât they cute together?!â
âgood morning, hobie,â you grinned, sleep still evident in your voice as you wandered into the headquarters, beckoning to miguelâs very early morning mission call.
god, he was so thankful to have you alone for once. relief settled itself on his shoulders at the absence of his best friendsâ watchful eye, happy to interact with you comfortably.
âmorninâ,â he spoke, stretching his legs mindlessly out across the length of the desk, leaning back onto his arms, âhowâd you sleep?â
âoh my god, i had the weirdest dreamââ you begun, hopping up onto the adjoining surface, eyes lit up with passion as you ranted about the dream you had just resurfaced from.
he watched you the whole time, lips curling into a smile at the way you threw your hands around in the air as you spoke, reeling into every detail about your nonsensical experience. nodding every so often, he was almost enthralled by you â taking this peaceful moment as an advantage to see you properly. you were tired, sleep still evident in your eyes, hair a little chaotic in places, but the soft glow that it gave you made his heart skip.
heâd totally lost himself in speaking to you, listening to the excitement lacing your voice, that he didnât realise other people had arrived.
well, until he felt a sharp elbow to the ribs.
âyou guys are so cute together!â pavitrâs sing-song voice pierced hobieâs ears, shocked at the newcomers, âi saw the way you looked at them, loverboy.â
the nickname stuck
heâd been addressed more by âloverboyâ than his own name, and his insides churned every single time
even gwen started calling him it, to which hobie would send a threatening glare
when you eventually did end up seeing each other, whether that be dating or other stuff, you both swore to keep it a secret
hobie refused to give pavitr the satisfaction of knowing he was right
so you would sneak around together, kissing in places you shouldnât, stealing knowing glances in meetings, secret touches when no one was looking
he loved the risk of it all
but it was one afternoon, youâd both slipped away into an empty lab at the spider society headquarters, giggling to each other like kids as he dragged you into the vacant room
his hands were all over you, lips brushing whatever skin he could see, your arms slung around his neck as you kissed him
âdid you lock the door?â you asked
âi thought you did.â
âOH. MY. GOD.â a third voice yelled.
you yelped, jumping away from hobie as a last ditch effort to maybe save some face
it was too late, pavitr stood there, mouth agape
hobie sighed, hanging his head
âGWEN! THEY DID IT!â
pavitr stepped back into the hallway and ran down towards where youâd both left them, his voice carrying through the metal walls
âLOVERBOY DID IT!â
you stood there, unsure whether if you just remained still, you could avoid whatever consequences you both faced
that was, until you felt hobieâs arm slide around your waist, pulling you back into him, an unintelligible look on his face
âwe canât keep it a secret anymore, i guess.â you spoke first, he let out a laugh
âi donât think thatâs such a bad thing,â he kissed you, softly.
a/n: hope this was okay!! currently got a bunch of requests in the works, so keep an eye out for more!!! also anymore headcanon ideas would be so fun!! thank u
#across the spiderverse#hobie brown#atsv hobie#hobie my beloved#hobie#hobie spiderverse#hobie x reader#spiderpunk#hobie brown x reader#hobie brown x you#spider punk x reader#spider punk x you#hobie brown imagine#hobie brown fanfiction#hobie x you
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Reader sits on their face and breaks their neck - 141, Los Vaqueros + König
requested by @daniel-meyer-03 contains sexual content (obvs), minors dni
Simon âGhostâ Riley
He always encourages you to put your whole weight onto his face - doesn't matter what size you are, he loves being smothered by your thighs.
His tongue is lapping your wetness like a man starved, when he mis-times his movements completely, feeling his neck go 'pop.'
He halts his movements with a grunt, head falling flat against the mattress; you raise yourself back off his face so sit at his side, as his hand comes up to cradle the back of his neck.
"Ah shit, that doesn't feel good."
He'd be pissy in the ambulance, purely because he wasn't allowed to put his balaclava on before he left and he's not happy about the Paramedics seeing his face.
Since he's legally dead, I reckon Price would have to pull some strings to get him seen in a private hospital to try and keep things hush hush.
He would be a grumpy guy when he has to wear one of those neck supports for the next few weeks," I look like a twat."
Isn't annoyed at you in the slightest - in fact it's quite the opposite, you had to tell him 'no' more than once when he suggested you sit on his face again, neck brace be damned.
"Would be a hell of a way to die, Love."
Johnny âSoapâ MacTavish
This would probably one of many sex-related injuries he's had in the past.
Pulled his hamstring and a few muscles in his back one night when you two were really going at it.
Slipped during shower sex and almost took you to the ground with him.
Has banged his head off the headboard during missionary more times than you can count.
So it's fair to say that considering he's in the SAS, he's really accident prone.
Would wear the neck brace with pride, wouldnât care if the team took the piss out of him for it - and for how he got injured in the process.
Even when his neck was in agony, he couldn't stop smiling.
"Considering how this happened in the first place, cannae really complain, Darlin'."
If he felt any awkwardness he didn't show it - even in the Emergency Department, he wasn't shy when he was asked how he hurt himself, which made you flush bright red each time.
Would probably act like a big baby when he'd given medical leave.
Being able to just be with you, cuddling and spending time together, was amazing - and he'd been given 6 weeks off, so he was going to enjoy every second of it.
Oh, and like Ghost, he absolutely wouldn't be deterred by the experience in the slightest.
But is maybe a bit more mindful to put a pillow under his neck the next time he asks you to sit on his face.
Captain John Price
I reckon his neck is probably fucked already - like the muscles in his neck get so tight that sometimes he struggles to turn his head.
It's the norm for him.
But when he feels a sudden pop sensation just above his nape, he knows that something isn't right.
Probably would have encouraged you to continue riding his face if it wasn't for the intense pain shooting up his neck.
Would refuse to go to the hospital - "I've had worse on the field, Love, I'll be fine."
It wasn't until you pushed him into going for an x-ray that he realised he'd actually injured himself.
Wouldn't tell a soul what happened - not even the Doctors.
His private life stays just that - private.
Would grumble like an old man when he has to put the supportive collar on; "I look like a bloody dog when it's had its knackers cut off..."
Also wouldn't be annoyed at you at all - in fact, he promises that as soon as he's given the all clear to stop wearing "this bloody thing" he wants you back on his face.
Captains orders ~
Kyle âGazâ Garrick
Mans is just confused as fuck.
One minute you're riding his face, his hands on your ass guiding your movements.
The next he's in agony - and then in an ambulance.
It isn't until a Doctor reviews his x-rays with him that he finally clicks on to what happened.
You rode his face...and broke his neck.
The realisation has him breaking into a fit of laughter - which mildly concerns the clinical staff.
He's in the military, risks his life on the regular - and the worst injury he's gained so far is from oral.
He's honestly nearly pissing himself from laughter, which makes you laugh too.
The neck brace doesn't even bother him one bit - the medical leave is a bonus in his eyes because he gets to spend more quality time with you.
Doesn't tell the Team how it happened - but Soap put the pieces together in his head, and is clapping Gaz on the back with booming laughter at the realisation.
"Fuckin' hell mate, that's one way tae do it!"
Alejandro Vargas
Like Soap, he's a bit too happy considering the situation he's in.
He's a passionate man, so getting an injury during sex doesn't bother him at all.
Usually he's very co-ordinated and he definitely knows what he's doing in the bedroom.
So fuck knows how he managed to practically break his neck whilst you were riding his face.
One wrong jerky move of his head and the next - searing pain.
Also is a grumpy guy when he's wearing the neck brace.
Would definitely play on it a bit, giving you the big brown puppy dog eyes so you'd give him more cuddles and affection; "Mi Amor, it hurts less when you're by my side ~"
Definitely would still try and initiate sex despite being told to take it easy.
Would happily let you ride him on the couch - his typical positions weren't on the cards but any angle he gets of your amazing body brings him bliss.
Gets the brace off...and probably injures himself again because he was a bit too eager to finish what he started.
Rudy Parra
Like his comrade, he's also a very passionate lover.
Apparently, a bit too passionate.
Which is why he was currently sat on your couch, arms crossed over his chest with a slightly annoyed expression.
He's not annoyed at you - he's annoyed that he didn't get to finish what he started.
Rudy was having the time of his life, smothered between your thighs, and he probably would've kept going had it not been you that hurriedly hopped off his face when he let out a pained groan.
Would probably try and convince you to let him continue where you left off.
But the hospital staff would probably be less impressed if he ended up back in the Emergency Department because he hurt himself further.
So he waits...impatiently.
As soon as the Doctor gives him the all clear, he practically dives between your legs.
He has to make up for lost time ;)
König
The poor guy is mortified - heâs not angry at you, not one bit, but that trip to the hospital is one that heâll never forget.
Doesnât like social situations, or hospitals for that matter, so being in a busy A&E department really was making him feel gradually worse by the minute.
That and he still had a bit of a *ahem* problem since your activities got interrupted.
Wearing a neck brace wouldn't bother him too much - as long as he can still wear his hood, he's happy.
Speaking of which, imagine the poor doctors trying to persuade him to take it off so they can examine his neck.
Thankfully he doesn't have to go on-base wearing the support - he'd probably die of embarrassment if Horangi found out what exactly happened, because then the entire base would find out no doubt.
Somehow, his comrade finds out anyways, and texts his friend some thumbs up emojis; "Way to go, big guy, best way to end up in the ER ;)"
After he gets the brace off and has to take it easy for a bit he'd be a bit sad since having you sitting on his face is his all time favourite position :(
Still, he improvises - and when he has your knees pressed to your chest and his mouth is writing the alphabet between your thighs, you would never complain ~
#simon riley#soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick#captain price#john price#konig#rudy parra#alejandro vargas#simon riley x reader#soap mactavish x reader#kyle garrick x reader#captain price x reader#rudy parra x reader#alejandro vargas x reader#konig x reader#multifandomimagin3s
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Hi! Okay, damn, sorry, i tried to chill out and not request again so quickly đ
but I've been constantly thinking about your writing, and I've read all your Alastor one shots like 10 times each...
I'm especially hung up on the ending of More than Words, I did not expect you to end it in such a sweet way and honestly I'd love to see a follow up to that, basically a part two :)
Plot wise I was thinking:
It's been a few weeks since the two of you fell asleep on the couch and Charlie is getting impatient since nothing else happened between Alastor and reader but she can see the way the two looks at each other when they think no one is watching. So, Charlie being Charlie, makes up a plan to set you two up. She also involves everyone at the hotel and some people outside (Rosie) - she makes it so whenever there's some activity, you two are always paired up, or Rosie invites you both for dinner but five minutes into it she leaves saying she forget about something important. And you notice what she's trying to do and while you do appreciate it, you also see that Alastor feels anxious and pressured (you see that but not the fact he's growing feeling for you), so you decide to talk with her. And Alastor hears everything? And we get another amazing sweet emotional ending? đđ„°
Last thing last - please do not feel pressured to write it or anything, i just wanted to share this with you cause it's been on my mind đ
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You ask - the fluff fairy delivers! đ§âš I loved More than words, so I was super happy and excited to write a continuation - and it's as fluffy and wholesome as can be! :> Thank you, Anon, for the suggestion and your beautiful, kind words!!!
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Louder than Words
"...and with Niffty choosing Husk, that leaves you two."
Charlie clapped her hands together with a gleeful smile, eyes darting between an annoyed looking Alastor and an annoyed looking you.
"Yes. That leaves us.", you sigh.
"Again.", Alastor adds, the smile on his lips twitching.
"Oh come on, guys, don't be such spoilsports. Look at how much fun this is!" she gestured to a blindfolded and beaten up Vaggie, cursing at Angel in Spanish who howled with laughter as he pushed her through Charlies makeshift obstacle course with much too much carelessness.
"Well I'll be damned. Ange actually managed to get her to to run into the same desk twice without gettin' punched.", Husk said in amused bewilderment, just as a loud "OUCH, ey, stop it Vagina!" was heard. Niffty giggled, blindfolding herself and taking Husks paw. The cat groaned but started to lead her - or more she dragged him - through the course, constantly (almost purposely) hitting something in her way.
You and Alastor looked at each other.
"Well, I guess you don't feel like going through a minefield of office furniture.", you shrugged, and took the last blindfold from Charlies hands, ignoring her excited squeal as you put it on. "Don't let me run into the coffee table, my shins still hurt from last weeks bonding exercise..."
Alastor let out an exasperated sigh. "Very well, then."
This was getting out of hand. As you felt Alastor's hand on your back, pushing you into the blindness forward, you thought about the last few bonding and trust exercises and how blatantly obvious Charlie was in her determination to get you and Alastor together.
At first you didn't mind, since she didn't make you do anything that wasn't bearable. On one activity, you had to tell your partner what you appreciated about them, that had been easy. Before Alastor could turn to Niffty, who stood next to him, she had almost hauled herself away, insisting on Angel as her partner, and Angel - next to you - nodded with unfitting eagerness. Alastor told you about how good you were at listening and giving good advice, and you had told him you loved the way he spoke - the accent, his way of choosing words and the melodic voice he had, and that you liked his laugh. Easy.
On another activity, Charlie made everyone pair up (of course, you were Alastor's partner, and this time you were sure the sticks you drew were marked by Charlie and Husk by the way they had shared mischievous looks) and hug their partner for five minutes. That had been less fun. You were much too aware how averse Alastor was to physical touch, and although he could've had it worse with Angel or Vaggie, you still felt bad when you saw the look on his face as Charlie set the timer. "We don't have to, Al. I can just sit this one out.", you had told him, but with a pained smile, he wrapped his arms around you stiffly, holding you in an awkward embrace. "It's alright dear, just... stay still, would you?" It had been a weird, uncomfortable silence, those five minutes. You avoided any touch yourself and did not dare to look him in the eyes, so to not make it any more weird for him.
It had taken you a long time to understand that the radio demon was, in it's essence, just another former human being turned sinner. A man with a lot of traumas and issues, who had died and gone to hell. Not a good person by heavenly standards... by most standards really, being an overlord and cannibal and all, but in hell that didn't really mean anything, you were all there for a reason. It certainly meant nothing to you. With a lot of work from your end, he had learned to trust you, and in return he let you get to know him, step by step.
But all these efforts could go down the drain at this infuriating persistence of everyone around you to force something that shouldn't be forced. Alastor was already uncomfortable at being touched, already hesitant to share things from his past, or his feelings, already on the fence of showing genuine kindness and trust. The last thing you wanted was to lose all the progress you've made with him.
The feeling of his arms around you had burned itself into your memory, and the scent of him had stuck to your skin for a long time. You weren't stupid, it had been a long time coming, this goddamn crush on him, this fluttering feeling one gets when getting too close to another. You had fallen for him a long time ago, and you could argue with reason all you wanted - it didn't change the fact you liked Alastor more than just a friend. BUT - and this but was important - he never had shown any interest in relationships, romance, love or anything. And that was fine. You were content to have him in your life, and if that was as 'just' trusted friends, you would still take it in a heartbeat.
"Watch out, darling, armchair to your left." Alastor's voice, right next to your ear, made you flinch. "Careful now, the carpet is starting to change into hardwood.", he warned and you nodded, taking careful steps. You had no idea where you were in the foyer, or if you were nearing the door or the stairs. "Are we anywhere close to the finish line?", you asked him and you heard his quiet chuckle.
"Oh no, we still have quite a way to go. Don't worry, my dear, I'll make sure you're not going to run into the remains of the cupboard Niffty just destroyed." His hand on your waist, guiding you, made you swallow nervously.
That gesture reminded you of another instance of your friends overreaching insistence - your visit at Rosie's last week. Rosie, your long-time friend, had invited you and Alastor for a dinner party. She had sent a message through Charlie (which should have been your first clue that something was not right), but both of you had decided to go, because who were you to deny her hospitality? You had been surprised to find her emporium so... empty, when you entered. No servants, no other guests, no one. Only you, Alastor and Rosie, sitting in her lounge chatting about the newest gossip of hellish politics before she served a whole feast of venison, various vegetables and side dishes, all of which had looked exquisite and overly fancy.
She had left almost as soon as you and Alastor sat down, saying she forgot to pick up something important from across the colony, and to not wait on her while she rushed out of the room with a glistening smile. You had watched her suspiciously, knowing she was up to something. It didn't take a genius to realize she was trying to set you two up, and Alastor seemed to have understood the same, because of the way he pinched the bridge of his nose, visibly uncomfortable and tense the whole evening. It had been a somewhat awkward affair, the two of you eating and desperately chatting, unwilling to waste the food. But you couldn't even get a proper bite down your throat with how much your stomach was twisting.
When Rosie returned, she found you sitting on the sofa, drinking tea, while Alastor was absent.
"Did something happen?", she had asked you with a pinch of impish curiosity, and you had replied "No. Nothing." in a dry tone. She had sat down next to you, asking how dinner had been, and if the two of you enjoyed yourselves. "Oh yes, it was lovely, although your seat empty surely was a little damper on the fun." you had answered, giving her a fake smile. You never saw her that abashed before. When Alastor returned to bring you back to the hotel, the walk had been... silent. Awkward, as you hung on his arm he had presented you, with him unable to look you in the eyes and you not wanting to press him into more talking. When you had arrived home, he guided you through the double doors, his hand on your waist, before quickly saying good night and melting into his shadows to rush away into his room, leaving you alone in the dark foyer.
It was like you were standing on glass, always having an eye out to make sure others wouldn't push too hard and break the thin ice you walked on, with a dangerous fondness deep beneath the surface, too fragile to poke.
"...listening, Darling?"
"Huh? What?"
You felt the blindfold being removed from your eyes, the sudden light blinding you.
"You look a little flushed my dear." you blinked your eyes, only to see Alastor stand directly in front of you, just barely out of arms reach, staring you in the face with a scrutinizing expression. "The exercise is over, we made it through the course without a scratch, I hope I didn't cause you any discomfort."
It took a moment for you to realize that you stood at the edge of the maze of furniture, but what really knocked you off your balance was the way Alastor's head was tilted slightly to one side, his crimson eyes almost boring through you, staring deep into your soul, as if he was looking for you, truly seeing you, and how he reached out a sharp tipped hand towards you with the look of worry on his face. You took a step back, laughing nervously and raking a hand through your hair.
"All good, Al. I'm just glad there's no imprint of my face on any of the cupboards." You saw him jerk his hand back with a pained smile. "Splendid.", he laughed, the edges of it trembling. He looked everywhere but at you, "Shall we join the others, then?"
You followed him to one of the sofas and let yourself fall on the plush cushions next to him. You watched his ears twitch as Angel hollered a jubilant cheer of Vaggie's name, who finally reached the end of the course, the blood on her shins almost dried. Husk patted a panting Niffty on the back with a fond look, while Charlie cheered as Angel bowed for her with a big grin.
"Told 'ya the spicy taco and I could make it out alive and in one piece, Charls!"
Vaggie gave Angel a deathly glance, then sighed. "It's high time for lunch, hon. All the blood loss made me hungry..."
The group collectively agreed and headed towards the kitchen, talking and laughing loudly with each other. You couldn't help but give Alastor, who kept his gaze anywhere else than to you, a look, furrowing your brow. This had to stop, now.
"Charlie, do.... do you have a minute?"
The princess stopped to look at you, her smile disappearing and her eyes widening as she saw the stern expression on your face.
"Uh- Yeah, sure.", she shot Vaggie a look, as if begging for her help, but you just grabbed her hand and pulled her away into a nearby corridor while the others snickered and headed off, telling them to take their time. Charlie gave you a nervous glance, and the pitiful face of guilt only worsened your mood.
"Charlie, I know you mean well, but you have to stop."
"Listen, I didn't mean any harm..." Her face was full of pitiful remorse. You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed.
"I'm aware of that, Charlie, but you are making Al uncomfortable."
"I'm sorry, really, that's not my intention! I just Thought you two need a little push in the right..."
"This whole... THIS might end our friendship all together and I don't want to take that risk! You're even getting the others involved. For fuck's sake, even Rosie is in on it. Al doesn't want this - us, relationship-thing, WHATEVER, and it is not okay for you to press us!"
Her eyebrows shot up. "But you want it."
"What?", you said, irritated.
"You're only talking about him, and his feelings. But what I'm hearing is, that you... you like him, right? You'd say yes to..."
Tears of frustration shot into your eyes. Why didn't Charlie get it? "That doesn't matter. It's not something only one can decide, you should know that. He doesn't feel the same, and that's fine. He doesn't want to be with me, and that's fine. I can accept that. What I can't accept is the way you're hellbent on forcing a relationship on us. He is happy the way we are, and I don't want you and the others to mess that up."
You turn away from her, angry and hurt. "I just... want him to be happy. To have his boundaries respected."
"I... I'm sorry...", Charlie started, but you already walked off.
You were angry. Angry at Charlie, angry at everyone, angry at yourself. Almost at your doorstep, a hand on your shoulder stopped you.
"Dearest? I'd like to talk, if that's alright with you."
It was Alastor. Of course it was Alastor.
Your heart was pounding in your chest, a feeling of dread and guilt washing over you, as if he had overheard the entire conversation, and you slowly turned around, swallowing. He didn't seem upset, but his face was calm and serious, not the usual cheerful smile on his lips.
"Of course."
He held the door to your own room open for you, closing it behind him after you entered.
"Take a seat, Darling, if you would."
You sat down, hands in your lap, avoiding his gaze, looking at your carpet with feigned interest. Your heart was hammering against your ribs, a painful stinging sensation in your stomach.
"Darling, would you look at me, please."
With a heavy sigh, you obliged, looking up.
"Al, listen, I'm sorry...", you started, but were interrupted by the radio demon's hand, raising up.
"Please. Let me talk, would you, my dear."
You closed your mouth, and he nodded, a gentle smile on his lips.
"I know I'm a... difficult man. And I am not exactly the best in understanding the feelings of others. I also know that the princess and - under her meticulous orchestration - our fellow residents, are quite adamant in their endeavor to try and push us together."
You swallowed, hard. The way he looked at you made your stomach drop.
"Al, listen, it's alright, I've talked to Charlie and I'll tell the others to stop..."
"Darling, would you PLEASE shut up for a minute?"
The room was suddenly silent. He rarely talked like that to you.
"As I was saying..." He sighed, and you couldn't help but think he was utterly frustrated. You felt horrible. "I don't appreciate it when people assume what I want or don't want."
"Neither do I.", you mumbled, and he let out a laugh.
"That is precisely my point, Darling." Alastor took a few steps towards you, his cane twirling in his hands before he poofed it out of existence. "And as such, I've been pondering for a while how to proceed. The way the others keep pestering us, I thought it's better to clear things up between us."
Your heart sank. So he did overhear your conversation with Charlie, after all. You couldn't blame him. You would've done the same.
"Alastor, I understand..."
"Do you now?", he asked, tilting his head to one side, an incredulous smirk playing on his lips. Lips that were suddenly awfully close to your own. When did he get so close? Why did he get so close?!
Everything slowed down - his arm snaked around your waist, his hand came up to your neck, a thumb caressing the little dip of the bottom of your jaw. Your trembling hands came to rest on his chest, and you felt his heartbeat hammering underneath the fabric of his jacket. His eyes, those beautiful crimson eyes, were fixed on yours, and your breath came out in a shaky sigh before his lips closed over yours, kissing you so softly and sweetly you could barely comprehend what was happening. Your fingers gripped the lapels of his jacket, holding on for dear life, and as he deepened the kiss, you gasped, your whole body tensing, melting, yearning.
It felt like a dream, an out of body experience, and for a short, panicked moment, you felt the cold, hard grip of fear around your heart. What if it was just a dream, and when you wake up, everything is back to the way it was before? What if he would pull away any moment, and apologize, saying he made a mistake?
But the fear disappeared almost immediately, when Alastor hummed contently, and pulled you even closer to him.
You could feel the warmth of his body, the way his hand on your neck got tangled in your hair, how his breath was mingling with yours, and the scent of him filled your nose. The faint smell of spices, old books, wood and something like burnt amber, a scent you would never get enough of.
"Now tell me, dearest, if you understood.", he murmured against your lips, the grin audible in his voice.
"I... might need a little more explanation."
You could almost hear him roll his eyes as he leaned in to kiss you again, and his laughter against your lips made your heart skip more than just one beat. The sound of wood cracking and a loud rumble snapped both of your heads towards your door.
In a pile of heads and limbs, five bodies fell through the splintered wood of your door frame, groaning in pain, the remains of the door still swinging in its hinges.
Alastor looked at the pile of eavesdroppers, a wide, dangerous grin on his face.
"Dear me, what an entrance. I wonder, did the door offend you, or was that the result of a lack of proper manners?"
Angel, being the first to poke his head out of the groaning mess of sinners, pointed at you with one of his arms, the others fisted the air in victory.
"A-HA! WE FUCKING DID IT, fuck yeah!"
Niffty, the next one to crawl out of the pile, nodded eagerly.
"I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!", she chanted, jumping up and down excitedly on a groaning Husk's back.
Charlie's face came into view, a guilty look on her face as she untangled the others in a hurry, shoving them out of the door.
"Uh, so, sorry, the door was kinda in the way. Didn't want to interrupt anything, sooo, We're just gonna... get back to cooking."
With her tail between her legs, the flustered princess and her entourage vanished faster than the speed of light, leaving you and Alastor alone with your heart pounding fast, your hands still clutching the front of the overlords jacket, and his arms around your waist in a protective embrace, your breaths mingling.
"Would it bother you terribly if I killed them?", Alastor growled low in his throat, his smile widening.
You just couldn't stop grinning. "As tempting as that is... I rather you don't. For now, that is. Ask me again when they are finished cooking."
He returned your smile. "Fair enough, dear."
He closed the gap between you and his lips meet yours halfway in a soft, and most certainly not-enough-to-last-a-lifetime kind of kiss. You thought you could get used to this.
"I'm sure they can handle lunch by themselves, don't you think?", he hummed into your ear. You didn't trust your voice to reply, and simply nodded.
"Wonderful."
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A Date Date
Wolf!Natasha x Reader
You have been dating your best friend and wolf pal, hybrid Natasha Romanoff for the past week or so. And honestly, it was the best week of your life.
Natasha really furnished her cave on the Westview sanctuary complex site. She put in the couch, the kitchenette, the flatscreen TV and of course, the foosball table. You still have bragging rights over beating her the first time you played.
And Natasha didnât simply get much alone time, though because well, Natasha shared the cave with her sister and fellow wolf Yelena. not that you were complaining or anything. You and Natasha were happy to take your relationship slow. You were best friends before all these uncovered feelings.
Your mind couldn't help but think about how most of your time together was spent in the cave or on the sanctuary grounds. Natasha was an amazing girlfriend, she deserved to be treated like a queen.
"Hey (Y/N)" Yelena said, stirring you from your thoughts, "you gotta take Nattie on a date"
"Yeah I should!" you agreed, "i'm dating the most spectacular girl in the world and I want everyone to know!"
"That and I need my sleep" Yelena huffs, "you two kissing and cuddling keeps me up. Love is so gross."
You simply left the break room and made your way to your office. You began researching little events you could take Natasha out to. One certain little event caught your eye. It was perfect! It was local and it was something that you knew Natasha would love! You bought the tickets and made your way next door to your wolf girlfriend's office.
âHey Nat,â you walked into her office a little uneasy yet confident
âYes malysh?â She asks her tail swishing happily at the sight of you.
âThereâs a community theater production of Swan Lake this Friday.â You explain, âand I wanted to know if you wanted to see it with meâ
A small smile makes its way across her lips, âare you asking me on a date, malysh?â
âWell I am yourâŠand I want to..toâŠâ you find yourself stuttering nervously. Natasha gets up from her chair and saunters over to you, giggling.
She wraps her arms around your neck and her wolf tail around one of your legs. âOf course. I would love to go with you. I l or ballet.â
She kisses your cheek.
âItâs a dateâ you blush, âour first official dateâ
âFirst of many Iâd say,â she whispers in your ear before placing small peck to your lips. âDress nicelyâ
âI-I willâ you answer back.
Friday had arrived. You and Natasha had agreed to meet at the community theater. So you got yourself ready in your own apartment. You got a nicely tailored outfit and got yourself ready.
Meanwhile, Natasha was in her cave trying to find the right outfit. She found herself muttering in Russian as Yelena walked in.
âYouâre muttering again,â the blonde wolf smirked at her redheaded sister.
âDonât just stand there!â Natasha whined, âI need to find the right outfit here! Itâs my first date with my malysh!â
Yelena grips her sisterâs arms. âListen here sestra, (Y/N) loves you. So much. Like you could wear a paper bag and they would see you as a goddessâ
âThank you,â she whispers back, hugging her sister tight.
Yelena shoves an outfit package into Natashaâs hands. âHere wear this.â
âWhat? How?â
âI bought it for you as soon as I found out you two were into each otherâ Yelena shrugs and leaves.
Natasha made her way to the community theater. She was practically stunned to see you waiting for her on the steps to the theater in that nicely tailored outfit. How it fit you just right.
You were in shock, seeing her in that grey dress. How it hugged her curves and allowed her wolf tail to swish freely. The grey highlighted her red hair and the red fur of her tail and ears.
âHeyâ she smiles as she walks up to you, âyou look deliciousâ
âI could say the same about you,â you respond, âyou look amazing. The dressâ color suits youâ
Natasha hums in contentment. You offer your arm which she gladly takes. The two of you walk up the steps to the theater arm in arm.
You take your seats and enjoy the rest of the evening holding hands. The ballet was pleasant. Natasha keeps whispering all the techniques and styles of ballet that she remembers from her youth. You loved seeing how her eyes lit up and how passionate she was for the art.
The crowd cheered as the demonstration of Swan Lake came to an end. You could hear Natashaâs stomach growling.
âSorry I didnât eat before coming hereâ she blushes in embarrassment.
âTo the nearest diner!â You say in an over the top heroic voice as the two of you rush off hand in hand. The two of you laughed and giggled the whole way to the diner.
You and Natasha would go on to have many more dates. And each and every one of them just made you fall deeper and deeper in love with your redheaded wolf girl.
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Can you do an Older! Eddie x reader, where they're neighbors, and they tend to be flirty with each other, and one night, they go out and drink like, A LOT, and it ends up with reader calling Eddie "Daddy" and Eddie's like WTH did she just said? But reader doesn't remembers any of that, and after some weeks Eddie decides to go out to another bar with reader again, and Eddie kinda hints what happened last time they went out together, and Eddie ends up revealing what she had said to him and reader' s a blushing mess and panics and starts apologizing but Eddie reassures her (maybe Eddie likes being called daddy?)
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Daddy
Y/N moved to Hawkins a year ago, she ran from her family and needed to start over. She bought a small home, with a green yard and a good neighborhood. She was friendly and made sure to introduce herself around the block.
She connected with her neighbor, Eddie. He was a gorgeous man, toned, musical, and extremely charming. He had a smile that made her knees buckle and a voice that sent shivers up her spine. Over the months, she found herself flirting with him shamelessly, and happy to see he flirted right back.
She didn't make any moves, she was unsure of his life and if he had his own family. He was older and lived a much more life than she did. But she also couldn't ignore him. She felt a pull towards him.
He couldn't stay away from her either. Not that he tried. He's been married, divorced, and the whole thing. If he found her attractive, and if he felt happier than ever next to her. What's so wrong with that? He knew he was older and that put them at different points in life. But they met and connected. It was a sign of something he believed.
He had no shame in constantly going to her house or calling her to his. They hadn't done anything, and he craved to do a lot more than just talking. He wanted to taste her lips. He wanted her body against his as she cried out. But he also wanted to wake up next to her, go on dates, and show everyone she belonged with him. Something was going on between them but neither had the balls to make it go further.
Until Y/N got a little too drunk.
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Going out to the bar was a common thing they did together. There was a small bar just a few miles from their house, perfect for a drunk walk home.
Y/N drank a bit more than she usually did, and Eddie wasn't going to let her get drunk alone. Both slamming drinks and laughing loudly. Eddie was craving a cigarette but refused to leave her by herself. He didn't speak, just gently grabbed her hand, wrapped her fingers around his pants chain, and led her outside as he tugged for his pack and lighter. She blindly followed, she'd let Eddie bring her anywhere he wanted.
Once outside, she kept her fingers on his chain, loving the way she felt connected to him.
"Want one?" He offered, but she shook her head. She much rather watch him smoke than taste the tobacco off his tongue.
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On their walk home, she kept her fingers on his chain, this time dragging him along. She swayed and almost tripped a few times. His body caught her before she hit the ground.
They stumbled into her house, and he led her to the bedroom. Her drunk mind noticed how horny she felt. Her hands were on his chest as she walked him to her bed.
"Whatcha doing there?" He teased, his feet hitting the bed as he fell back. She giggled as she fell on top of him.
"Just wanna have a little fun, daddy." She whispered, her lips on his neck.
He wasn't sure if he heard her right. His thoughts out the window as her mouth sucked on his neck. Her hands felt amazing and her mouth had him breathless. He could feel his bulge growing in his jeans. He wanted to hear her say it again.
"Trust me, I want this too but maybe we should try it sober?" He asked, gently pushing her to his side.
She pouted but nodded. He was right but she was too drunk to know what was happening.
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A few weeks passed, and she hasn't brought up what happened. Eddie figured she didn't remember anything so he didn't want to embarrass her and bring it up. But it hasn't left his head.
They were back out at a bar and Eddie tried to stay focused on the conversation but Y/N could see his head was everywhere else. Both ordered water and stayed sober for the night.
"Something on your mind, handsome?" She teased, sipping her drink as she watched his eyes blink himself back into reality.
"Sorry, sorry. Just, I'm fine. You were saying?" He tried to shake it off. But her eyes were piercing through him. And that hint of lust was there, the same look when the word left her lips.
"Are you seeing someone or something? You won't even look at me." She said, a hint of sadness in her voice. It made her stomach turn to think about him falling for someone else.
"No! That's not it. It's just, do you remember what happened last time we went out?" He asked. She shook her head no.
"Why?"
"Something kinda happened and I can't stop thinking about it." He admitted, his jeans felt tight as he thought about it and as her hand slipped on his thigh.
"Tell me," she encouraged with a smile.
"Well you pushed me on your bed and kissed on my neck..." he started, praying it would connect in her head.
"Oh my God." She whined, removing her hand immediately. "I'm so sorry I practically harassed you! Shit, I can't believe I did that."
"You don't have to apologize, I liked it." He said with a smirk, she couldn't help but feel her thighs clench.
"Really? I didn't make a total fool of myself by throwing myself at you?"
"I told you that I'd like to do it sober." He said, a smile on her face as she bit her lip. He took it as a green light to move closer. His face inches away from hers. Her hand was back on his knee as their bodies melted into each other.
"I'd like to do it sober too."
"Do you remember what you called me? When you were dry-humping my leg and sucking on my neck?" He teased, his hot breath hitting her mouth. She almost felt like she was going to drool. She wanted to yank off his clothes and take him right there.
"No, what did I say?" She teased back.
Eddie smirked and began to quietly moan and whimper. "oh daddy, you feel so big. Oh, Daddy fuck my dirty pus-"
"WHAT?" Y/N screamed in horror. Her face was immediately in her hands as she shoved her face against the sticky bar counter. "I can't ever look at you again"
"Baby, I'm kidding! I'm kidding." Eddie laughed, his hand squeezing her knee. "You didn't say that." He reassured her, and her hot blushed face appeared out of her hands.
"If I did, I think I might die." She whined.
"You did call me Daddy though," Eddie smirked, again laughing as she dove her face into her hands.
"I'm so sorry. This is so embarrassing." Her voice mumbled as she spoke to the counter instead of him.
"It's okay and don't feel embarrassed." He said, then his voice got low, and his mouth was right next to her ear. His breath tickled the skin and she felt goosebumps cover her body. "Daddy liked it." She tried to ignore the ache she felt between her thighs.
"You did?" She mumbled into her hands. Still refusing to look up.
"Look at Daddy when he's talking to you." He said in a demanding tone. Her body followed his words before her brain knew what he said. Her face was inches from his as she looked into his eyes. His hand reached out and grasped hers. Gently placing it on his growing erection. She whimpered as she felt how big he was under her hand.
"I did." He said, a quiet moan leaving his throat when she added pressure and pushed down.
"Maybe I should help?" She asked, standing up as she removed her hand from his lap. She held out her hand and nodded her head towards the small bathroom.
"Damn, I wished you called me that sooner." He said as he grabbed her hand.
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In all the excitement about bi!Buck, (whichâ yay! Amazing! Very exciting! No notes!) I think thereâs a part of this story weâre missing. I havenât seen anyone talk about it, so have some rambling.
 It wasnât just Buck who looked at this experienced, older, queer man and wanted to know him. It was also Eddie.Â
We have never seen Eddie go so hard, so immediately for anyone. To the point his best friend of years felt like he was being ignored by him. Yes, Buck wanted Tommyâs attention for obvious reasons. But he was also slighted by the perceived lack of attention from Eddie.Â
Suddenly, Eddie is spending multiple times a week going out with this man. Going to Vegas with this man. Working out with him, working on his car with him, doing karaoke and trivia night with him? Asking his alleged girlfriend to babysit more than once so that he can go out with Tommy? Obviously, it was from jealous!Buckâs point of view, but seriously. If Buck felt ignored, what is Marisol even thinking? Did Eddie bother to make time for his new girlfriend? What spare time would he even have if they work several 24 hour shifts and heâs also gone out with Tommy at least three times in one week? And is probably planning more?
Not that I think Eddieâs feelings for Tommy are necessarily in the same vein as Buckâs feelings for Tommy. But my gosh, Eddie giggly and kicking his feet and twirling his hair while on the phone with Tommy was so very loud. And actually a pretty neat contrast to being distracted and trying to text Marisol âhey mari it me eddieâ to ask her out. Eddieâs sudden infatuation with Tommy was a thousand times more than anything weâve seen from him for anyone. Considering that what he stated he wanted was the magical chemistry heâd found when he and Shannon got together, like⊠is that not what he just found with Tommy?Â
Again, it doesnât necessarily mean Eddie has any explicit romantic or sexual attraction toward Tommy. I suppose he could? But the point is more that wow, there is some kind of intense draw pulling Eddie to him even if we interpret it as platonic.Â
Buck says at the end of the ep that they met this guy and he was so cool and Buck wanted to get to know him. Which makes sense given that Buck is canonically crushing on him and going to be dating him. But Eddie was actually the one who got there first. Eddie also had a reaction somewhere along those lines of âheâs really cool, I need to know himâ to the point where heâs all of a sudden spending most if not all of his free time with him.Â
And I donât think itâs a coincidence that this person Eddie wants to spend time with is an experienced, out queer man who is comfortable in his own sexuality and his own masculinity. (He has so much in common with Eddie! They have so many similar interests! They have a magical click together that makes Eddie want to be around him all the time! Thereâs so much they can do together!)Â
Eddie might not have even known it, maybe in the same way Buck also didnât know it, but Eddie definitely latched onto that, too. Which is very interesting, no? Veryâ queers finding each other and bonding over shared experiences even before they know thatâs what theyâre doing.Â
It can easily be someone who is likely confused about their own feelings but knows they are having certain feelings just not the names to put to those feelings, and consequently seeking guidance and reassurance that there are other people who are just like them who have these feelings as well. Itâs realizing how they can be themselves, that they can be queer in a way that fits who they are instead of what they might conceptualize as queer because of stereotypes and preconceived notions. Itâs learning you can be you and also be queer. That there are people like you out there.Â
Eddie found something with Tommy that he hasnât been shown to have found anywhere else. Itâs a new and different thing for him, too. And if it were just about excitement over a new friend, why is it so much so quickly all at once? Eddieâs a social person. Heâs a friendly, charming, charismatic person. He has friends. But it feels like this is a very different sort of friendship for him.Â
And the fact that this is the same man who just gave Buck his bisexual awakening is verrrry inch resting.Â
Also regardless of what kind of feelings Eddie and Tommy might have been having for each other, they were so going on dates. Flying someone to Vegas because you have tickets that have been sold out for weeks to something they enjoy? Like damn Eddie. You pulled a sugar daddy.Â
Anyway. Eddie is queer, too. Double sexuality awakenings, ready go!
That is all! đ
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au where abby and reader try to break up :( emphasis on try because they just canât stay away from each other :( they keep talking and updating each other on things until its too much :( and they get back together :)
(i put my whole back into this pls be nice)
ê© cw: no smut! abby x reader , reader works at a plant nursery , use of pet names
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the breakup was rough, to say the least. abby was your first everything. your first kiss, your first girlfriend, your first time, and your first everything. letting go of that was the most heartbreaking thing either of you had gone through.
for the first couple of days post-breakup you could hardly eat and sleep. your bed felt so cold and so empty without her next to you. you even made a lame attempt to line some pillows up to make it seem like she was there. and for a moment, it worked. but her warmth wasn't there for you to wrap yourself in. her heartbeat wasn't there to listen to. and her arms weren't there to hold you.
despite the fact that you were no longer together, you still talked. but less than you usually did. so many messages went unsent, so many calls you hesitated calling.
the first time either of you said something to one another was when you texted her about the job you had been wanting for months. she knew how much you wanted to work at the plant nursery down the street from your apartment, even before you split up. so when you got the email after your interview saying that you got the job, your immediate instinct was to tell abby.
"i got the job!" you had texted her.
"thats so amazing, sweet girl." she responded so quickly that it made you think she was anticipating you to text her, "i'm proud of you."
and just like nothing had happened, you were smiling down at your phone, just like you were before you started dating.
but that butterfly feeling in your stomach didn't last long. it fizzled out when you remembered you were no longer with her.
over the course of a few days you chatted about little things. your first day at your new job. abby's dog, alice, catching a squirrel in her backyard. little, minuscule check-ins. nothing too serious.
until a week later.
"want to get coffee?" she texted you one day, while you were busy watering plants in your denim overalls.
it caught you by surprise, to say the least, but you knew it wasn't a date. just two friends getting together for a cup of joe. not romantic. strictly platonic.
no matter how much you wanted to run back into her muscular arms and re-familiarize yourself with her touch, you couldn't. you shouldn't.
"sure." you text her shortly, without the need to ask which coffee shop or what time. while you were dating, you went every week to the same coffee shop at the same time on the same day and ordered the same drinks.
âââïœĄïŸthat weekend ïœĄâââ
the second you walked through the doors of the coffee shop your nostrils were filled with the scent you missed so much. freshly brewed coffee grounds and warm pastries. the faint sound of chattering from the patrons enjoying their own treats.
and there she was.
sitting at a two-top table, two drinks in front of her. she was already looking at you, as if drinking in your image. even though you were devastated and still a little heartbroken from the previous events of your relationship, you did a good job at finding distractions. which is probably why you don't look quite as miserable as she does.
"hey." she greets you as you sit down across from her, "i um.. i ordered the drink you usually got."
she remembered.
the mug was still warm, so she couldn't have been here long.
"thank you." you nod your head once, "you didn't have to do that."
"its no big deal." she shrugs, taking a sip of her coffee. black coffee, to be exact. you never understood how she liked the bitter taste of it, "how have you been?"
"good." you answer quickly. so quick that she has a hard time believing you. in reality, you were good. but you weren't great. you would never admit to her how you would accidentally cook too much food, because you were used to cooking for two people. you would never admit how many times you've accidentally set the table with two plates instead of one. how you would say 'i'm home!' when you walk through the door, even when nobody was there to listen, "i'm uh.. how about you? how are you?"
"im alright." she says.
but not good. you tell yourself in your head.
for a little while the two of you just chit-chat back and forth, talking about nonsense for half an hour before you notice abby fidgeting. she can't sit still, and you have a gut feeling you know exactly what's wrong.
"sweetheart, i cant keep doing this." she finally breaks, interrupting your rant about how you hate one of your coworkers.
"wait, huh? did i say something wrong?"
she shakes her head, glancing around the coffee shop like she's afraid to make eye contact with you, "we shouldn't have broken up."
oh.
your heart falls to the pit of your stomach, "what?"
"i need you more than i thought i did. i miss you."
you stare at her, eyes wide and lips slightly agape. you wanted to hear these words, but you never thought that you ever would, "are you.. are you serious?"
she nods her head, looking back at you.
"abby, i... i dont know."
"baby." she breathes deeply, desperate for your forgiveness, "dont make me beg."
you exhale, your cheeks burning crimson. you had waited so long for one of you to finally say something about the breakup. you waited so long for one of you to speak up about the need for the other.
without another moment of hesitation, you lean across the table, boldly smashing your lips into hers.
she tastes sweet, just as she always had. she was wearing coffee and the mint chapstick you left at her house and she never returned it, because she liked being able to have your taste with her.
she smiles against your lips, baring all her teeth. when you both pull away you can see her little dimples on her cheeks, the skin underneath her freckles a light shade of pink.
"so.." she says, folding her hands together in her bulky lap, "is that a yes?"
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boyfriend!iwaizumi when youâre a famous idol.
iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader.
genre: fluff.
warnings: bad english/grammar :p /mention of the kpop industry (in here, dating someone is less taboo than it is in real life) / first work so itâs not that good.
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after high school, you left japan for south korea, you always had this dream of becoming a kpop idol. during your time in seijoh, you were already known for being an amazing dancer but also for your angelic voice.
iwaizumi would always brag about you to the volleyball team, oikawa would tease him about you leaving him for a famous korean actor, after you became famous. to which, iwaizumi would respond with a kick in his friendâs back. truth be told, he was actually very scared of what the future had in store for you two after high school. he didnât know if long distance would work for you, or if you even wanted it in the first place.
during your last school day, iwaizumi walked you back home, like he always did, but he seemed out of it and almost, sad? you asked him what was wrong and he told you that if you wanted to break up with him to focus on your dreams, heâd respect your decision and always support you. he couldnât even look at you, tears starting to form in the corner of his eyes as he tried his best to keep a straight face. his words surprised you and broke your heart because you never knew that iwaizumi could be so dumb to think that youâd break up with him like that. "no matter the distance, it will never make me forget about how much i love you, hajime."
so you left for south korea and he left for america to study. you two called each other everyday, when you two were too busy, youâd try to call at least twice a week. iwaizumi was busy with school and finals took all his time while your trainee program took up yours. but somehow you two made it work. a few years later, you debuted as a soloist and sold millions with your first album whilst iwaizumi came back to japan after graduating, and became an athletic trainer for japan national volleyball team. you couldnât be prouder of him, and you were his pride. he streamed all your songs, putting them on speaker while the boys would practice, he brought all your albums and watched the variety shows you were featured in. he was basically the president of your fanclub. and he wasnât ashamed of it.
you two always made sure to go together on vacation in a foreign country, where kpop wasnât really the thing. the distance actually strengthened your relationship since being apart of each other for so long, made the reunion better. you knew iwaizumi was it for you, and he was also your muse for your music. your fans often joked about how inspired and how deep your love songs were. it made you laugh to read all their theories about you being married to a farmer. if only they knewâŠ
iwaizumi never minded being your secret boyfriend, he actually liked it that way. he didnât know if he could bare being in the public eye every time. knowing that you were south koreaâs sweetheart, being your public boyfriend would mean saying goodbye to his peaceful life, and iwaizumi wasnât ready for that. well, he wasnât ready yet. one day, he woke up to his phone being blown up by messages, actually tons of messages, from the groupchat he shared with the japan national team. he even had missed calls from oikawa, and all his close friends.
shoyo: IWAIZUMI-SENPAIIIIII
SID YOU SEE HHE NEWS???
kageyama: learn how to spell, idiot.
ushijima: blowing up his phone isnât the best way to announce something like that.
bokuto: HAJI-SAN ITâS TERRIBLE ARE YOU OKAY??
atsumu: JUST SHUT UP
let the man wake up peacefully damn
shoyo: IT WAS TO BE A FAKE NEWS RIGHT??
bokuto: YEAH L/N-SAN WOULD NEVER DO THAT
iwaizumi: what the fuck?
ushijima: you should check twitter, hajime.
iwaizumi had frowned, but went on twitter, an app you forced him to subscribe to. apparently it was the genzâs newspaper. to his surprise, your face was all over his feed, it wasnât surprising because he liked everything about you, followed dozens of fan account and basically became a fan account himself. but what surprised him was seeing those big account talking about your "relationship" with a famous korean actor.
"l/n y/n, the famous soloist who stole everyoneâs heart with her heartfelt songs and beautiful looks, is dating a/l a/n!"
his eyes widened as he typed your name to call you immediately. his heart was beating so fast as he didnât know how to feel about this. of course it was fake news, right? he knew youâd never cheat on him, you loved each other and iwaizumi couldnât see his life without you in it. he quickly became aware of how much he loved you and how important you were in his life. without you, iwaizumi would be nothing but an empty shell. "hajime? thank god, i tried to call you!" your voice made him release a breath he didnât know he was holding. "you saw, right?" your voice was small and for a second he thought that maybe you called him to announce your new relationship with this dumbass actor. "yeah, itâs not that fun to wakeup to your friends blowing up your phone and news outlets talking about your girlfriendâs relationship with that fucker." he rubbed his face with his free hand. "these idiots took pictures of us while we were in cabo and thought it was a/n. apparently you two look alike." he heard you chuckle which made him feel warm inside. he hated the fact that he doubted you for a second. suddenly, an idea popped up in his head, a crazy one but still. "you have an award show in a week right?" he asked you, a smile tugging at his lips. "yeah, why?"
well, iwaizumiâs idea was indeed crazy but you didnât care, you were down for it. and as your name got called in the category, "best female artist", iwaizumi was next to you, he stood up before you could even understand what was going on, and he kissed you. showing to the world, that you were his as much as he was yours. it was a crazy way to launch your relationship to the world, but you didnât care, because as long as you were together, nothing could happen.
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sleepover (Ken x GN Reader)
Reader:Â gender neutral
/Ken x Doll!Reader/
A/N: Hey! So... my requests are closed BUT with you'd like anything about this pretty himbo I would love to write it! Just send me a message ;)
Warnings: Technically SFW but very suggestive themes, I think "kissing laying down" would be equivalent to sex in Barbieland so⊠yeah. THEY DON'T HAVE GENITALS.
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Now that Ken was your official boyfriend and you had gone on several dates together, you decided it was time for the next step.
When you invited Ken for a sleepover at your house, he almost burst into tears at how happy he was... but of course, he tried playing it cool. "Sure, doll."
In your bedroom, you watched movies as you played dress up, trying to match as many outfits as possible. You painted each other's nails and brushed each other's hair, gossiping about other dolls... you had a lot of fun!
As the night continued, you grew closer and closer to each other. Sitting on your bed with thighs and shoulders touching. He just couldn't wait any longer, so he went for it eventually.
Ken kissed you tenderly at first, holding the side of your face with one hand and holding yours with the other. You had kissed a hundred times by now, but it always felt like the first time...
Then, the kiss deepened. Ken was now holding you by the waist, desperate for some more contact... you hummed in approval as his tongue grazed yours and he smiled against your lips.
You parted to breathe, and a thought came to your mind... it felt a little dirty, but you assumed Ken wouldn't judge you. "Ken, what if... what if we like, kiss but... laying down?"
He gasped, putting his hand against his mouth. You soon realized he was blushing HARD, and you regretted saying anything. "Sorry! Am I going too fast? I didn't want to-"
"No! It's ok! I mean, I didn't think you'd ask, but... I'm down for it. I... really want to." Ken looked at you with soft blue eyes, almost pleading. He would never admit it but he was really needy, and just the thought of being more intimate with you made him shake in excitement.
"Oh! Ok, then... c'mere, baby." He loved when you called him 'baby', so he gladly obliged, laying down next to you on your bed. You started kissing immediately, hands roaming all over.
After what felt like a few minutes, Ken suddenly moved to be on top of you, kissing your jaw, then down your neck... A sound escaped your throat and you weren't quite sure what it was. But you liked it... really much.
"Ken... you're so good..." you whispered, and immediately you felt him shiver. God how he loved to be praised... it made his entire day, week even. He adored being praised by YOU specifically, and those words... in these circumstances... it made him feel something he didn't quite understand yet. Like a heat in his chest, in his belly... he wanted more.
"(Y/N)... please... say that again..." His eyes suddenly darker by his blown-out pupils, mouth slightly agape, hair all messy... he looked beautiful.
"You're so good, Ken... You're amazing..." You were cut out by his mouth crashing into yours, lips working fiercely while tongues danced around. It was messy, something you two were not accustomed to. It felt dirty but so good... you grasped Ken by his hair and he hummed in approval, while he grabbed at your waist and thighs, making you whine.
He eventually moved to your neck again, and you had the chance to think out loud. "This is how they do it in the Real World, right?"
Slightly out of breath, Ken looked up at you and responded. "Most definitely."
You two would make out for hours, grabbing and touching and kissing until you grew tired and decided to sleep. You hugged Ken from behind while he adjusted in your bed, completely overjoyed.
In the morning, while having breakfast, you two discussed the night before. "Woah... it was awesome. Like, the best experience I've ever had!" Ken exclaimed energetically. "Maybe next time we can do it like the movies?"
You looked at him in innocent confusion, expecting him to elaborate. "You know, with... less clothes..." His head was slightly down, so his eyes went up to meet yours, just like a puppy. You blushed hard at the thought, but smiled and nodded, seeing his expression change from pleading to relief to happiness in a matter of seconds. "Cool."
"Like the movies, huh? How long have you been thinking about that?"
"Uh... for a while now." He admitted, bringing his hand behind his head and flexing his bicep in the process, drawing a big smile from you.
"So... do you have any plans for tonight?" You asked mischievously, resting your head on your hands.
Ken looked right into your eyes before licking his lips and imitating your pose. "For you, I'm always available."
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P1HARMONY . . . IMAGINES â.á
P1HARMONY ,, on the perfect date.
( OT6 ) â better together.
contains âŒïž : fluff , slight kissing , ass slapping ( let me know if iâm missing something )
a/n : lowkey didnât realize how long these are đ ,, intakâs is my favorite đ„čâŒïž Iâm sorry for how bad some of these are đ Iâve had this for a couple of weeks and Iâve been trying to get them done, Iâll make up for it I promise đđ
link to my masterlist . . . !
KEEHO âčđč | êž°íž
The two of you decided to go to a concert, finding the right prices to your favorite artist, sure it was in the middle, but that didnât matter. Having only been dating for 3 months, and with his strict schedule at times, it was hard to find time. But when he came back to your shared apartment together, the two of you knowing about the concert and the tickets, it was something you could pass up.
The two of you decided to were matching outfits. Going out shopping a couple days before. Drinking smoothies, eating what some would consider â fair food â , sharing kisses and joking. Just enjoying time together.
âYou look beautiful.â He spoke as he looked at you, adjusting your skirt slightly, pulling it a little not down your legs. You looked back at him with a smile, checking out him as well, his toned arms, muscles flexed showing through the shirt. And he swore his body wasnât up to par. âThank you, the skirt really brings it all together donât you think?â You asked, he nodded. His toothy smile appearing as he walked to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, the cold buckle of his belt hitting your stomach.
Keeho grabbed a handful of your ass, causing you to yelp, looking at him as he pressed a slight passionate kiss to your lips, you couldnât help but to return it and kiss back. Your hands gripping onto the males shoulders.
After a couple of minutes, you pulled away as well as him so the two of you could catch your breath. âWhat was that for?â You asked, he laughed and shook his head. âJust kissing my girlfriend.â The male placed a soft smack to your ass, pulling away and taking your hand. Noticing your red face, but who wouldnât?
The male opened the car door for you as he got in, starting the car and driving to the venue where the two of you would be seeing the person in concert. During the car ride, the two of you jammed to songs, laughed and told jokes. Your love language. Even though Keeho put sung you, you enjoyed hearing his voice.
âIâm just saying, $25 for some parking is so stupid.â He said, eventually finding a parking spot as you laughed, shaking your head. âI guess itâs just a way for them to make moneyâ you shrugged, finishing the rest of your makeup, applying lipstick. âWe already paid damn near $2,000 for some tickets, what do they want from me.â He finished the sentence off with a laugh, parking and shutting off the car. Of course he had to wait for you but after, the two of you held hands, swinging them as you got into the line.
V.I.P 1.
As you waited in line, the two of you talked, him back hugging you and the two of you taking pictures of each other, asking an older lady to take photos of the both of you. It was sweet and wholesome. As well as some people recognizing Keeho, but were totally respectful about the two of your privacies.
The line started to make its way inside, swiping the tickets the two of you grabbing something to drink, perhaps for your vocal cords. Once the two of you made your way to your respected place. Your heart began to fill up with excitement. Seeing your second favorite singer in concert, or just going to concerts and places in general was just so fun.
Keeho held your hand, swaying in the crowd as the stadium began to fill up, some music videos playing before the lights turned off. You looked around and to the male. Seeing such excitement in the males eyes as it was in yours.
And when the concert started it was like a sense of bliss and euphoria. The amazing sounds of the singers voices. It all was truly amazing. You sing along, got sweaty, screamed your heart out, with the male beside you. Holding your hand so the two of you wouldnât get lost in the crowds of fans. It was all truly something. Truly perfect. Once the concert was over, the two of you made your way out of the building, a big smile on your face. âBabe..?â You mumbled as you looked at him, the male stopped in his tracks, looking at you as he hummed.
âIâm cold..â you whispered, rubbing your arms as the wind blew past you. Keeho laughed and took off your jacket. âI told you to bring a jacket.â He started and you rolled your eyes playfully. âI told you, it was either my outfit or my comfort, and I *had* to pick my outfit, itâs so nice!â You laughed and gently shoved his shoulder as he took off his jacket, allowing you to put it on. You wrapped it carefully around your arms as the jacket basically swallowed you, warming up your body in an instant.
The male softly took your hand and led you to the car, opening the door for you and getting in himself. When the two of you were ready, you both left and headed back to your shared apartment.
The two of you changed your clothes into something comfortable. Fangirling and boying about the concert as you laid comfortably on his chest and his long thin fingers rubbed shapes alongside your arm. âThank you for today babe..â you mumbled, your eyes falling heavy. He smiled and shook his head, his chest slowly rising and falling as his eyes were closed as well. âItâs no problem, Iâm glad we got to do it.â He replied. Your soft breath hitting his neck slightly as you moved your head to that area, a small kiss on his neck before you mumbled the words.
âIt was perfect.â
THEO âčđč | í
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Fishing was truly not your thing. No matter how much you tried to get used to it. Especially since it was one of your boyfriendâs favorite hobbies and past times. You still werenât thrilled with the idea of going, but you wanted to at least experience it with him. Once. At least.
âI promise, itâs not as gross as you think!â He said excitedly. You nodded and smiled, looking at him. Doing things he loved always excited him, especially since you two always did things you liked.
âDo I have to touch the worms?â You asked. âNot unless you want toâ he smiled and parked at a place. âWe have to walk down from hereâ the male said as you nodded. Once the car was turned off, the both of you got out as Theo grabbed everything you needed. You grabbed the poles and the two of you followed a trail down to the fishing spots. A slight place covered in bush and trees. The spot was shady so the two of you wouldnât get baked alive in the sun.
You also hauled the cooler that kept your snacks and drinks inside of it before setting the cooler down near the two chairs that Theo unfolded. It was peaceful, it was only you two so you could have some peace and this could be the perfect date for the two of you.
Sitting on the chair, you leaned back as Theo took off the lid to the worms. âI heard these always work better to catch fish, hopefully we can catch something for dinnerâ he laughed. Your eyes being glued to the lid. âI donât know.. about that. But maybeâ you laughed and leaned over.
Even though you were disgusted, you were still slightly fascinated with it. You watched as Theoâs skillful hands maneuvered his way through the dirt in the small can, wrapping the worm around the hook and tossing it into the water, leaning it on something sturdy so he could help you, who currently had your line tangled.
He laughed at you, helping you with the line. âWant to touch the worm?â The male asked as you shook your head fast. Did you really want to? Maybe. Were you going to? No. âNever, can you do it please~â you gently jumped as you looked at the slimy things, dig into the dirt, poor insects.
Theo laughed and nodded, doing the same thing for you he did for him. You stood up and picked up the pole once it was ready, tossing it into the water, using the techniques the male taught you. And some of the videos you watched on YouTube.
The rest of the fishing trip went okay, Theo attempting to throw some worms on you. You catching a fish. âLetâs put it back!â You shouted with soft eyes. âBut we can sell him, make money~â Theo pleaded as the fish flopped around in the bucket. You shook your head and pouted.
âBut he probably has a family, please.â You said, grabbing into his arm, gently tugging it before Theo gave in and let you toss the fish back into the water.
After that, every fish that Theo caught, he made sure to calculate it, take a picture and toss it back into the water after heâd look at your soft eyes. âIâm never taking you with me againâ the male joked as the both of you carried the things back to the car. Setting them in their correct places so nothing would tip over. Theo shut the trunk of the car and wrapped his arms around your waist, his eyes staring at you. âIâm glad you at least decided to come with me..â he mumbled, pressing a small kiss to your lips.
âEven though everything was gross, I had the time of my life..â you started, pressing a kiss to his lips back. âBut next time, Iâm picking the date.â
JIUNG âčđč | ì§ì
"I have nothing to wear!" You shouted, leaning your head on the closet door, puffing your cheeks. Your boyfriend, putting lotion on his body after his shower. You were currently wrapped in a towel, your hair dripping slightly as you checked around. It wasn't like you *didn't* have anything to wear. But you truthfully did need new clothes. Jiung laughed, his smile being seen even in the back of your mind.
His towel was wrapped around his waist as he looked at you. "Babe, there are so many clothes there, you can find something" he laughed. You looked at him, a slight glare. "Says the one with the best clothes" you frowned, staring at your clothes. "All of these suck.. old, old, holes, old. I have nothing!" You shouted, a slight fit being thrown by you.
Jiung hummed and sat on the edge of the bed. "How about we go shopping for you, get some food. That way we can have a nice day and you can get clothes out of it?" The male suggested as you turned around to look at him. Thinking, that wouldn't be such a bad idea. "Okay!" You shouted. He smiled and stood up, walking over to you and pressing a kiss to your lips. "Get dressed so we can go" he spoke softly and you nodded. A smile on your face.
You loved shopping, especially with Jiung. By the evident look of your outfit, you loved his clothes. His style. Truthfully everything about him. You were both now walking into a favorite store of yours. Jiung set on finding you some new clothes. The fabric of his jacket clinging to you. Picking something out he thought you might like. A black jean jacket. You looked at it and smiled. "Oh, that's cute! It would go amazing with my black skirt" you mentioned and he nodded, very well accustomed to the skirt all a little too well.
You continued looking around the store. Finding jackets, t-shirts, hats and pants to please your mind and body. Jiung was carrying the bags. Looking around the store, finding a cute and sparkly 4 leaf clover. "Oh, this is cute.." the male said with a soft smile as you looked at the clover. "It would look so good on you" you smiled, gently taking it. "I'll buy it for you" you smiled and he nodded. "Thank you" he said with a soft mumble. The two of you continued to look around the store for a while.
Finally checking out after the two of you found everything you could possibly get. Spending at least 3 months rent on clothes. You carried a few bags even though Jiung refused to let you, smiling softly. The two of you made your way to the food court in the mall, getting some food as the two of you sat down, your head resting on the males shoulder.
"Thank you for today, you're such a sweetheart" you said softly, a soft kiss being placed on your cheek. "It's okay baby, I enjoy spending the time with you, and spoiling you" the male said as you chuckled. And it was true. You were both spoiled in love and in presents.
The two of you enjoyed the rest of your food, smiling as you took a piece of his food, taking a bite. "Hey~!" He shouted slightly, chuckling before humming. Doing the same to you.
Going back to the apartment the two of you shared, going back and trying on your clothes. Jiung leaned back and watched you try on the clothes, giving small opinions, majority of them good.
You laughed as you gently grabbed one of his bucket hats, the black one. Making your way over to him as you sat in his lap, his arms instantly wrapping around your waist. You gently placed the pin into the center of the hat, putting it on the males head before placing a soft kiss on his nose and his lips. "There you go. Something lucky for my lucky boy.." you said softly.
He looked at you, his eye smile bright before he gently pulled out a small necklace. Something you must've not noticed. "And a perfect necklace for my perfect woman." He said. Your heart fluttering as you looked at him with only love. Your heart was full, and you loved it.
INTAK âčđč | ìží
You could see the frustration on your boyfriend's face. How his eyes furrowed, his fist clenched the pencil in his hand. He was currently in his home office, soft music in the background playing. He had to write a song, but for some reason he'd been staring at the paper for a while. Only a few words could be seen.
Why was he having such a hard time?
He didn't even notice you leaning on the door frame before he groaned causing a frustrated face wipe to his face, hoping to relax the tension.
You didn't know if it was a good time to go to him and try to help soothe his distraught-ness, or to wait until he noticed you. In thought, Intak had already spun his chair around. His eyes softening when he saw you, his arms gently opening as you walked to him, sitting on his lap as his hands wrapped securely around your waist to hold you there. "Sorry.. I didn't want to interrupt you.." you said softly as he shook your head, dismissing your words.
"You're fine honey, I can't even think of anything to write right now.. so I'd rather spend time with you" he spoke, looking up at you before his head laid on your chest, his breath hitting your open skin as you brought your hands up and rubbed the back of the males head. To him, the feeling of you just rubbing his head, holding him or even just hearing your voice was like 1,000 pounds being lifted off of his shoulder.
"How about, we go out and do something hon?"Â He looked at you. "I need to write.." he mumbled and you gently shook your head. "You can't think of anything right now, how about we just walk, get something to eat and maybe something will come to mind hmm?" You said, gently getting off his lap before he puffed his cheeks.
"I do-" he started but you shook your head and gave him a look. He reluctantly got up, nodding. "Okay, but let's be home before 8" he said and you nodded, running off to the room to put on something a little more appropriate than your ass cheek revealing shorts as Intak did the same. Spotting you getting ready and sliding on one of his shirts. "You're so cute." He mumbled as you laughed and shook your head.
Before the two of you knew it you were walking down the streets of Seoul, hand in hand as you looked for a restaurant to eat at, wondering what it was you both were in the mood for.
"How about fried chicken?" The male asked as you shook your head, a soft pout on your lips. "No.. we had that last night" you spoke as he nodded. "Yeah, but you can never go wrong with chicken." You wheezed the males hand. "Stop trying to get home, you are out here to look for your lyrics, look for a muse." Intak sighed, you were right. What would he do without you?
The two of you finally found your way to the restaurant you were heading to. You had already made up your mind on the food you were getting. Beef and broccoli. Yum~
Intak led you to a seat before he went up to order for the two of you as you watched him closely. He was so hard working, and hard on himself. Sometimes too hard on yourself and it made you sad. Watching him stress about lyrics. Erasing, deleting and having to take deep and long breathes just to come back and do it all over again.
Once Intak came back over, you made sure to do any and everything to take his mind off of writing. You didn't want him to stress too much. Once the food got to the both of you, you ate and chatted. Mostly about random things. Things you wanted to do. And even having drawing competitions.
"No way, I'm such a great drawer!" You shouted, puffing out your cheeks. Intak laughed as he looked at your smile, gently leaning over and cupping your cheeks. "Your smile is what gets me through the day." You blushed and cleared your throat, pushing him gently. "Mmm stop it. You're only saying that because I'm your girlfriend." You rolled your eyes playfully. The male hummed. "You're right." You gasped and he gently pulled you close as you pushed his chest and then hugged him.
This was one of the best times the two of you have had in a while. It was perfect.
After the two of you ate, you got some dessert from an ice cream truck, making your way back to your shared apartment. Your hand on his.
( time skip )
You woke up to the sounds of humming. Getting out of bed you didn't spot Intak beside you. Feeing the empty space before you headed to where the soft hums were coming from. Intak's work space. You stood by the door. "Babe..?" Softly escaping your lips as he looked at you, a bright smile on his face. "What are you doing up at..?" You stopped to look at the clock. "3 am." You stated.
He smiled and ushered you to come and sit on his lap which you gladly did, resting your head on his shoulder, the sleepiness still evident in your movements. "After our date I got inspired.." he started, a small sleepy smile creeping on your face. "And I realized, you're my muse Y/N, I write better when you inspire me. Your smile, your voice. Just everything about you." He spoke.
You sat up to face with, a big smile on your face as your eyes opened. He looked at you and smiled. "That's the most romantic thing you've said to me all month." You joked and he playfully rolled his eyes. You cupped his cheeks. "I'm glad I could help."
The male gently leaned in and kissed you, your lips connecting to his before you gently hugged him.
You closed your eyes and let the male continue to work. Not daring to move a muscle so Intak could work and you could sleep.
SOUL âčđč | ììž
You and Soul stopped by your favorite food place. "What should we get?" You asked, your head laying on his shoulder as the two of you stood in line, gently slides up whenever people would place their order.
"Potatoes.. fries" he mumbled, arms wrapped comfortably around your waist. "Fries?" "Fries." He said and you nodded. Once it was the both of your turns, you ordered a meal for the both of you. Hamburger, basket of fries and two drinks.
Once paid and given your food, the two of you headed to the car, making your way down to the Han River where they were playing music. Multiple people out enjoying their time with significant others, family, pets and even their own children. It always warmed your heart to see others having an amazing time.
Soul carried the white picnic basket that carried the food, as well as a blanket the two of you would be sitting on. After a long week of you working, Soul at practice. The two of you needed a break.
You sat down the picnic basket after taking it from him and the two of you laying the blanket out across the grass. Placing yourself onto the seat, you quickly dug the food out of the bag and set it neatly on the blanket as Soul took a seat beside you.
Gently taking out the food and evenly distributing it between the both of you, you started to eat, enjoying the scenery as you watch Soul stuff a couple of fries in his mouth before he stood up, his body grooving to the music.
"Oh? Lunch and a show?" You teased and laughed as you took a sip of the drink, watching your boyfriend groove and dance to the music. Soul laughed at you, leaning down and grabbing his burger as you stood up, grooving your body to the music that was playing. Hearing the laughter of small kids and just people having a good time in general, you truly enjoyed it.
Soul wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned in, taking his thumb and wiping some of the sauce from your lip. "Messy." He laughed and you rolled your eyes, gently getting out of his hold.
The two of you sat down, sung to some of the songs and finished the food. Enjoying the sunset before you both packed up and went back to your shared place. Your mind far from any type of problems you had. This day was a perfect day. One you could enjoy with Soul and you planned to keep it that way. It was perfect.
JONGSEOB âčđč | ìą
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Jongseob grabbed the coins, looking at you as he jingled the cup full with golden tokens to you. âReally, Chuck E. Cheese out of all places?â You laughed, gently ruffling his hair. He gently rolled his eyes and swatted your hands away. âI havenât been in a while, I think itâll be fun. Come on!â
You used to come to Chuck E. Cheese a lot as a kid, it was somewhat of a pretty fun memory. âOkay, what should we do first?â You asked as he looked around. Spotting the racing seats open. âLetâs race, if i win. I get to style your hair for a week and vice versa if you winâ he says and you him, going to the seats.
Jongseob entered two tokens into the slots, you both picking your characters and starting. The male tried to cheat, reaching over and attempting to tickle you, you moving your body swiftly. But it only backfired on him, causing him to become in 5th place. âYeah pay attentionâ you shouted, laughing as you continued to drive, moving slightly to the side.
The game finished and you came in first place. Gasping and laughing as you looked over at the sulking boy. âYou will be okay~â you laughed, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. âFine, but nothing too crazy, I donât want the guys picking on me~â he groaned and you nodded, agreeing to keep it at a minimum⊠maybe.
The two of you decided on another game. Basketball. Though Jongseob had a bit more of an advantage in height. The two of you continued to shoot the balls, taking your chance in attempting to distract him, but it didnât work. Hun still beating you by 20 points.
âHa-! You thoughtâ he laughed and you rolled your eyes, shaking your head as he leaned down and collected the tickets.
You rolled your eyes as you grabbed his tickets, keeping them in the small purse you were carrying.
You and Jongseob played a few more games; ski ball, ticket collector, fishing, weasels hitting games. All in attempt for a big stuffed animal on the top hanging on the ceiling. âWe have to get itâ you would say each time your eyes glanced at it. Jongseob agreeing. âWe can just put it in the middle of the bedâ he smiled, and you agreed.
At the end, the two of you collected around 2,000 tickets. Being able to buy the capybara stuffed animal and a small stick of bubbles. Though you didnât care for the bubbles too much as you clung to the stuffed animal. Once you got in the car, you tossed the capybara stuffed animal in the backseat gently. Jongseob smiled as the two of you talked about the date over the small sound of music in the background. Your head beating softly from the small headache you had.
But none the less, today was an amazing day.
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A Big Decision (Teen Dad!Oscar AU)
(Part 8 of Teen Dad!OP au [Can be read on its own])
Summary: It is time to pop the big question
The twins had finally gone down for a nap after spending so long fighting it. The kids, at age three, have started to fight them more and more, leading their parents to start discussing if it's time for naps to stop. Honey, being a stay at home mom, had needed the nap time as much as her kids had in the past, giving her time to catch up on chores or just rest for a little, so she was really trying to get as much time as she could with it. But maybe it truly was over.
She was surprised to see Oscar pacing in their living room once she went back downstairs.
âWell, aren't you home early?â She says as Oscar immediately wraps his arms around her, burying his head in her neck and kissing it.
âMissed you all, did what they needed from me extra fast so I could get home earlier. Thought we could maybe go out tonight?â
âOscar, it's a friday night. Do you know how impossible getting a babysitter would be? The kids also take a while to warm up to babysitters, I donât think it's a good idea.â
âGood thing I thought ahead then. Lando had a free night and has been begging to see them after the last âbetrayalâ when they wore Sargeant hats. Even better, he said he would do it for free if it meant working towards being the favorite.â
âOscar, you canât get your coworkers to babysit your twin toddlers for free by dangling favoritism in their faces.â
âIt was his idea! I am just capitalizing off of it. I got us a nice reservation too, we just need to let him now in the nextâŠâ Oscar checks his wrist where his watch usually rests but finds it missing, âuh now. So I need an answer quickly, are we going to stay home and eat the same leftovers we have had for the past two days, or are we going to make Lando Norris the happiest man alive by letting him watch our kids for free while we have an amazingly romantic dinner?â Oscar quickly asks as he takes his ex-fiancee, now girlfriend, in his arms.
âFine, let's go out, we could use the night off. Let Lando know I appreciate him watching them for us.â
âPerfect, why donât you go out, do something nice for yourself, I'll take over with the kids. We still have time before dinner tonight.â Oscar suggested in a strange tone as he kissed all surface area of her face.
âWhat is up with you today? I donât mind it but you are so much more touchy.â She laughed.
âDonât worry bout a thing.â Was all he replied as he walked away. âTonight will be the best yet, I promise.â
Thatâs when it struck her, why he was being so weird. Surely, he was going to propose.
After the huge fight in Suzuka, she had called the engagement off, causing them to ignore each otherâs existence unless it came to the kids, for seven weeks. Since they had gotten back together, life had been blissful. Sure, it was most likely the âhoneymoonâ phase of their relationship, but even so, they had been so ready to marry each other before things started going downhill. Maybe days after they got back together isnât the right time to get engaged, but they had been to hell and back together since they got pregnant at 18 years old, they were it for each other, always would be.Â
Oscar taking off of racing had also been a blessing. It had been hard for him, certainly. But he had needed to learn how to put his family first again, a priority that got harder to keep up with since joining Formula 1.Â
As she sat in the nail salon chair, getting what were hopefully her engagement nails done, she thought back to how far theyâd come.Â
Arriving home with her nails done, and after getting the most amazing massage, Honey was giddy as she greeted her, hopefully, soon to be fiancĂ©. After an hour and a half of filling her head with wedding plans and thinking about their future when she would finally get to be Mrs. Piastri after 7 years, she was more excited then she was the first time he proposed.Â
This excitement continued from the moment she stepped into the shower, till the moment she sat in her seat at the restaurant. Oscar had hired a driver for the night, saying it was a night all for them, no need to be careful of how many drinks they were going to have, he had also told her he had plans to take them to the beach after where they could finish the night with a picnic by the water and stay as late as they liked.Â
There was one thing that was off about him though, while she had expected nerves, she had also expected excitement from him and soon noticed the more giggly she was, the more upset he seemed to be. Maybe he realized she had caught on?
She finally asked what was up after he spilt his drink.
âSeriously Osc, what is wrong with you? You claim this is such a nice night for just the two of us but you are a mess right now!â
âItâs nothing, Iâm sorry I donât know why Iâm like th-â
âBullshit. I thought I made it clear how awful of a liar you are Oscar Jack Piastri, just tell me. Please?â
Silence filled the air as he stared at her, words failing.
âI will get up if you donât-â
âI had a meeting with higher ups at McLaren earlier today and was told if I donât come back then I am out of the contract and I agreed to come back for the Spanish Grand Prix!â Oscar blurted out.
Again, a heavy silence landed on the couple, both of them daring the other one to speak first.
Then, without a single word, Honey got up from the table and walked to the car leaving Oscar at the table, tears starting to fall.
Part 2 out now!
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Little Helpers
Harry needs a bit of help, and who's better than his two little gremlins...
90sRockstar!Harry Ă Reader
A/N- Happens wayyyyyyy long in the future, like at least 10 years after they meet. Harry and reader are in their mid 30s
Only Angel Masterlist // Masterlist
*****
It was your birthday.
And Harry was struggling.
You've been out in New York for last week or so for work while he has been staying home with kids.
To say they're pain in the ass is an understatement, but he made his bed (or hot tub), so he had to lay in it.
Harry was the "fun" parent, to say the least, cause he can't say no, and those gremlins even tho they're only four years old are way too good at getting things their way.
Meanwhile, you knew how to shut down something you knew they didn't need. Like the large Nerf gun, Harry got them in secret and then had to listen to you yell at him while those two giggled from the stairs in timeout.
But that wasn't the problem right now.
The problem was that the house was mess, the kitchen was mess, it was your birthday and he doesn't know how to cook, clean all at the same time while taking care of kids who are already running around in backyard.
It was times like these he was amazed by how his mother, and even you did everything so efficiently. Never once did he saw a thing out of place when you stayed with kids, and he had to go out.
(Maybe cause you made the kids clean up after themselves while he sees one look of their puppy eyes and melts)
He took a deep breath in and called for the kids, "Jack! Soph! come back inside" He yelled, which caught the twins' attention. Their little head snapped towards him, and soon enough, they were running in giggling still in their pjs.
Harry shook his head and walked back inside and saw them talking to themselves. They were literally each others best friends, always attached to the hip, partners in crime, and he hoped they're like this when they grow up.
"Kids, kids and kids!" He announced dramatically. Twins giggled again, "There is only two of us, dada. Why are you saying kids three times?" They looked at each other and laughed again at Harry's trying to be mad face.
"Hey smartasses listen to me." He flicked their head lightly, "It's your maa's birthday today"
The twins' eyes went wide, and then Soph jumped, screaming "birthday" making Harry laugh. "That means we will get cake?" Jack asked his dad.
"You will if you help me" Harry shrugged, "Whoever helps me out the most will get the bigger piece!" Harry said.
Twins looked at each other again and then their dad and nodded their head quickly, "I will help you" Jack said, "Me too" Soph said in tow.
"Well then, let's start with this room. Pick up all your toys and everything else and put them where they should be." He said, walking towards the kitchen sink. It was an open plan, so he could still see the kids while cleaning up the kitchen.
He looked at the clock, and it was still 4 hours left to your arrival. He could do it.
He hopes he can do it.
*****
Harry was surprised and amused when he looked up and saw two heaving toddlers sitting on the ground.
"Well done babies, you did such a great job" He said, squatting down to their level and kissing both of their heads.
"We know" They said together. Harry laughed at that cause even if the kids looked like him, their personality was yours. Sassy, witty and smart for their age.
"We put everything in different boxes so you could see who did more work, and my box is the most filled" Jackson said cockily and Soph rolled her eyes.
"I'm just going to steal more from dad's plate" she said without any care as much as Harry would like to think otherwise it was true. He lost his right to have his own food when he become father and he's okay with it (to certain level). Harry still very much amused with their banter over cake slice, goes to the kitchen, and fetches both of them their water bottles along with a bowl of fruits.
"Why don't you two drink some water and eat all those fruits and then come help me bake the cake?" Harry asked them immediately, getting nods as an answer from hungry babies.
He took out all the ingredients while the kids ate and arranged them, so it was easier for kids to "help" him.
Soon enough, they were all done with their snacks and were standing on the large wooden stool beside Harry, watching him make the cake. Both of them have large chefs hat on and custom matching aprons Harry got for all of them for when they would cook together on Sunday mornings.
He was in the middle of cracking egg when Sophie started to fuss, "Dada I want to do it too!" She said, pouting.
Harry brought the bowl in front of her and stood behind her holding her hand, which had egg in it, and then cracked it open and put it in the bowl. Sophie giggled, finding amusement in cracking eggs, which made Jack feel left out so Harry did the same with him too.
The kids helped him as much as they could, with bringing him stuff, and finally, the cake was in oven.
Jack and Soph sat in front of the oven watching the cake like hawk cause in their words, "we want it to be perfect like maa makes it". Harry cleaned the rest of the kitchen.
"C'mon babies bath time." He announced which much to kids displeasure meant they had to move away from the oven. Harry literally had to drag them upstairs with Soph in his left arm and Jack in right.
"You two are getting heavy for me to pick you up and roam around" he said, groaning at the feeling of back ache rising.
"No, you're just getting old, dada." The twins laughed. Harry rolled his eyes at them and flicked their heads.
"In the bath. Your maa will have my head if you two are dirty" He said, starting the warm bath of them.
*****
There have been times Harry felt proud of himself, and right now, as he watches the clean house, clean kids, and a not burned cake, he feels proud of himself.
Kids were watching TV in the living room when they heard the car pull up in the driveway, and everyone was set on their mission.
Harry quickly lit up all the candles. Meanwhile, kids stood in the position near the door with paper confetti in their hands to throw at you.
Meanwhile, you feel exhausted as you get out of the car. The fashion week of this year was hectic. You were so busy you didn't even remember it was your birthday until you opened he door.
Colorful confetti flew on your face as you heard "happy birthday" in unison. Your kids stood near the door with the biggest smile on their faces with your husband behind them with cake in his hand.
"Omg, thank you so much my little munchkin" you said, sitting down on your knees and pulling twins into tight hugs. All exhaustion and stress were lost as you saw your favorite people.
"Hey, I'm also here." You heard Harry whine, making three of you laugh.
"C'mon maa, we want cake!" Jack said, first making you laugh. You kissed both of their cheeks and stood up, walking towards your husband.
You pecked his lips and smiled, "Thank you, baby." you said with a warm smile matching his. "My absolute pleasure angel" He said, kissing you again.
"Those gremlins helped me, or I was ready to have a panic attack this morning," he said, chuckling.
You brought the cake to the kitchen, Harry stood beside you his arms around your waist, and kids stood on the stool on your other side.
"Maa make a wish!" Soph said. You nodded and wished for your family to stay just like this forever and blew the candles. Jack and Soph clapped while Harry leaned down and kissed your cheeks.
Cake slices were cut and put in plate for all four of you and as you and Harry stood in the kitchen with your head on his shoulder watching your kids banter over who's slice is bigger you never felt more content.
This is all you ever wanted.
*****
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whatever you want | joel miller x f!reader
joel masterlist
summary: date night for you and Joel but we skip to the good part word count: 3,2k warnings: 18+ only, POV changes, no plot in sight, reader has no physical descriptions other than clothing, established relationship, pet names, smut, oral (m receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v, butt stuff, spitting, creampie, praise kink, panty kink, size kink, Joelâs filthy mouth a/n: this is the first thing i've written that's actually made it out the doc before being trashed forever - big thanks to my irl bestie for her continuous words of encouragement <3 this is very mildly edited because i'll hate it if i keep trying to improve it âïž i'd appreciate any feedback! again pls be nice thank you love you
You've been looking forward to this all week â date night with Joel. You usually stick to something simple, going out for a cosy dinner or just deciding to cook together at home â but he always ensures itâs a memorable night in one way or another, and tonight is no exception.
He suggested to you earlier in the week, lying in bed, âHow âbout this time you pick out something for me to wear? Hm?â It had your mind racing with ideas, thinking about all the possibilities now presented to you.Â
You glance at him, âSo whatâs in it for you, then?â
âNo ulterior motive here, sweetheart,â he puts his palms up near his face and smirks, âYou always look pretty for me, I just thought Iâd return the favour.â
âHm, thatâs a big decision,â you mutter with a playful smile.
Youâre well aware of what Joel loves seeing you wear â heâs always loved anything you wear, to be frank, racy or not â and decided to pose a deal to him, something you knew youâd both benefit from.
âI may have some ideas. Why donât we make a deal, then?â you inch closer to him and play with a stray lock of his hair. âYou do something for me, and Iâll do something for you.â Your eyes meet and you can tell heâs trying to figure out the game youâre playing.
âAnd what would that entail?â he asks, a hint of cockiness in his voice, impressed by your unusual boldness. You remove your hand from his hair and drape your arm over him.
âWill you wear that red shirt again⊠with the sleeves rolled up?â you ask shyly, trailing your fingers up and down his side.
âSure will,â he says, still smirking. Youâre only getting more breathless the longer this goes on, and you haven't even made your whole point yet.
âAnd⊠those black pants of yoursâŠ?â
âWhich ones, sweetheart? I got a lot of black pants,â he remarks, feigning innocence and a cheeky lilt to his voice. âYou know which ones,â you mutter, your hand stilling.
He shifts closer until youâre pressed against each other and whispers, âDonât think I do, youâre gonna have to tell me.â
You huff, annoyed at him for teasing you like this, and at yourself for getting turned on by his games. âThe tight-fitting, blackââ
âThatâs not what you really want to say, though, is it? Tell me whatâs going through that pretty head of yours,â he interrupts, and you shiver.
You look down at his chest, unable to make eye contact with him and pray he doesnât notice how your cheeks redden as you whisper back, âThose black pants that everyone can see how big you are, those pants, I want you to wear them.â
He skims a hand up your back, âSee? Was that so difficult?â he asks rhetorically, and you can practically hear his teasing smile and visualise the dark glint that you know will be in his eyes. âAnd what shoes should I wear, you know, to tie the whole look together?â
âYou know very well I couldnât care less what fucking shoes you wear,â you chirp back at him, forcing yourself to look him in the eye again.
Satisfied with your answer, he plants his hand on the small of your back, caressing you gently with his thumb, âYou mentioned some kind of deal?â
If he hadnât brought it up again youâre not sure you wouldâve remembered at all. Youâll always be amazed by how calm he is after derailing a conversation and making you so flustered.
You close your eyes, mentally shake yourself, and start your bargaining, âWell, I promise to wear the laciest panties I ownââ you look at him sweetly through your lashes, ââif you promise to keep your clothes on. And you can, you know, do whatever you want.â It comes out far breathier than you were planning, but itâs out. âWith me, to me, you know. Whatever.âÂ
He raises his eyebrows slightly, voice lowered, âWhatever I want, hm? And all I have to do is stay dressed? Quite the deal there.â
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Joelâs made himself comfortable in his chair, eyes trained on you in the doorway. Sitting here now, the nightâs only just beginning and youâre already like putty in his hands. He noticed hours ago your eyes had glazed over, and heâs been growing harder and harder ever since in anticipation.
âWhatâre you thinking about, sweetheart?â he asks, and your gaze refocuses on him.
âYou,â you reply, sweet and simple.
He does a once-over, taking in your flowery, strappy top and neat little black slip-skirt that falls just above your knees and hugs your hips beautifully â your hands fiddling with the hem of your shirt and youâre shifting your weight side to side.
He smiles softly and suggests, âWhy donât you show me those pretty panties you promised to wear?â and you nod gently, moving slowly further into the room.
Much more confident and comfortable in your own skin than when you took your clothes off for him the first time, you face Joel and lift your gaze to meet his. You reach behind your back to unzip your top and lift it over your head, dropping it to the floor. Pushing your thumbs beneath your waistband, you peel your skirt over your hips and hunch forward slightly, letting it pool around your feet. Standing at your full height again, he takes all of you in â clad in lace, black bra and lilac panties.
He widens his legs and curls a finger, beckoning you forward and you stand between his knees. Joel rests his hands on your hips, thumbing the lace over your hipbones.
âWhereâve you been hiding these?â he looks up at you and sees heat blooming across your chest and up your neck.
âI, um⊠Iâve been saving them, for uhââ you stutter, and he can see you start second-guessing your choice. Breathing shallowly, you murmur, âDo you not like them?â
He smiles at you, still playing with the lace, âI love them, sweetheart. You know I always do.â He lowers his gaze down to your panties again, eyes trailing across the fabric, and he doesnât miss how you press your legs together, seeking any sort of relief.
He pushes against your hip to turn you around, and almost canât believe how youâve both ended up here. You, dressed in your best lace just for him, ready and willing to do as he says? Youâd clearly been wanting to do this for some time now, but Joel would be lying if he said he wasnât excited, too. He kneads the swell of your ass, fingers toying with the lacy edges and hears you breathing deeply again.
âSo, whatever I want?â
You turn to look at him over your shoulder and reply under your breath, âYes.â
He turns you around to face him, hands still on your hips. He looks up at you again, âYou okay?â and squeezes his hands.
âYeah,â and you nod, smiling down at him.
âWell, you did such a good job picking these panties all on your own, sweetheart, I think maybe you need a reward,â he darts his tongue out and drags his hands along your thighs, resting his arms down and leaning back in his chair. âFirst, though, youâre gonna show me just how good you can be, okay? Câmon, on your knees.â
You lower yourself, getting comfortable between his legs, your eyes lingering on his bulge before looking up at him. He nods towards his lap and you start undoing his pants, palming him through the fabric. Reaching into his boxer briefs and wrapping your hand around his length, you stroke him a few times and pull his waistband down just enough to take him out, thick and heavy and already fully stiff in your hand. You bow your head to lick him from base to tip, hover above him and spit onto his cock, stroking him harder and smiling sweetly at him.
You start taking him into your mouth and he sighs, resting a hand on the crown of your head. âYou been waiting all night for this, huh, sweetheart?â
You hum a response and he groans, watching you bob up and down, taking more and more of him each time. You pull off and continue stroking him, and he smiles at you in encouragement. You take him in your mouth again, and he feels you hollow your cheeks and take him even further, the tip of his cock just about breaching your throat and you whimper around him.
âFuck, baby, doinâ so good,â he grunts and pulls you off. His hand moves to the nape of your neck, the other tracing over your collarbone and down over the lace of your bra, your nipples hardening through the delicate fabric. âThink you can do it?â
You nod eagerly at him, eyes glinting, hands stroking him languidly and you move to start sucking him again. He tightens his grip and stops you. âUse your words, please.â
âYes, I can do it.â You look up at him and his hold softens.
âGood girl, go on.â
You lick the underside of his shaft and swirl your tongue around the head of his cock and take him again, working him just to the start of your throat. Youâre breathing as best you can through your nose, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, lips stretched around him and brushing his wiry curls as you push even further and hold him there, fingers digging into his thighs. You start to gag and do your best not to pull off him, squirming to find any bit of friction and Joel moans at the sight, throwing his head back.
âBeinâ such a good girl, taking my cock so far down your throat, hm?âÂ
You moan and swallow around him, his hips jerking at the sensation and he pulls you off. âAlmost too good,â he breathes, âknow youâd love me coming down your throat, but not tonight.â He gives you a lopsided smile and you whine, moving back and forth on your knees.
âStand up for me sweetheart,â and you rise, looking down at him, still catching your breath. His hands are back on you immediately, squeezing your waist, hips, ass â any part of you he can reach. He runs his fingers across your panties again, trailing them down over your covered clit and between your folds and you tilt forward into his touch.
âSoaked right through these pretty panties of yours,â he looks up to meet your gaze and thereâs almost no colour to your eyes anymore, just pure blown-out pupils. He keeps rubbing his fingers along you and you whine again, clearly desperate for him to touch you properly.
He smirks up at you, âSo needy just from sucking my cock.â
Joel shoves his hand under the elastic of your panties and rubs his fingers between your folds and over your entrance, coating his fingers in your arousal. He shoves two thick fingers into you without warning and you fall forward with a strangled moan, hands supporting your weight on his shoulders as he pumps his fingers in and out, your cunt tight around him.
âAlways so wet for me, huh? Need me to make you feel good?â He stares at you, eyes shut and mouth hanging open as he slows his hand and you force out a yes, your voice hoarse. He speeds up again and curls his fingers into that one spot he knows you canât reach with your own hand, brushing over it again and again, the palm of his hand grinding against your clit.
Your legs start trembling and he pulls his fingers out and slips them into his mouth, sucking them clean. âTaste so sweet.â
He moves his legs between yours and pulls you towards him and down onto his lap, guiding your hips back and forth over his length, precome leaking from his tip. He leans forward, âYou gonna keep these on while you sit on my cock, yeah?â and tugs on the waistband of your panties, letting the elastic snap back against your skin. You nod frantically in response and lean into him, wrapping your arms around his neck to kiss him haphazardly. He licks into your mouth and moans into you, hands firmly gripping your ass.
You rise slightly and he takes hold of his cock, stroking himself and pulls your panties to one side. He lines himself up with your entrance and you start to sink down, eyes screwing shut at the stretch. He holds you by the waist, your hands like a vice grip on his shoulders and it takes everything in him not to pull you down and make you take him to the hilt. You take your time working him in, inch by inch, and Joel can tell how close you are already, your broken moans getting louder and louder.
Youâre fully seated and he takes a hand off his shoulder, plants a kiss on your knuckles and guides it between your bodies, spreading your fingers around where heâs splitting you open. âYou feel how stretched you are, baby?â You gasp and he leans towards you and lifts his hand to grip across your chin, mouth ghosting yours and squeezes his hand to purse your lips.Â
âOpen,â he orders and your lips part, spitting into your mouth and he feels you tightening around him. Pushing his index finger into your mouth, you suck and swirl your tongue around it, moaning as you lift up and down, grinding yourself onto the trail of hair at the base of his cock. Joel feels your legs starting to give out underneath you and he watches you with hooded eyes. He pulls his finger from your mouth and wraps his arms around you, hands reaching down underneath your panties to grab your ass and spread you wider. He prods his finger at your tight hole and your eyes shoot open to look at him, desperate and needy.
âYou gonna come for me?â You whine and nod, almost begging him with a please, over and over again. He pushes his finger in to just past his middle knuckle and you moan out wantonly, already completely wrecked. Joel feels your cunt clamp down on his cock and you come with a sob of his name, eyes shut and face contorted in pleasure as he whispers praises in your ear.
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At some point in your post-orgasm haze, Joel moved the two of you onto the bed â you waiting on all fours and Joel's voice breaking through from somewhere behind you.
âDid good sweetheart, always do, but Iâm not done with you.â His hands are all over you, skating across and grabbing any skin he can reach. You crane your neck to look over your shoulder in search of him and notice heâs still fully dressed â well, as fully dressed as he can be â and remember thatâs what got you into this position in the first place. Dishevelled greying curls, only the last couple buttons holding his shirt together, wide chest on full display, sleeves rolled up, pants and boxer briefs sitting mid-thigh, his cock, thick and hard and leaking and you clench around nothing just at the sight.
He hooks his fingers into your waistband and pulls your panties down to the tops of your thighs, placing open-mouthed kisses on the skin as itâs revealed. He spreads you with his hands and spits onto your pussy and you let out a choked moan. He drags the tip of his cock through your folds and the messy mix of arousal and spit and your last orgasm. You feel him notch at your entrance again, and he sheaths himself fully inside your cunt in one thrust, all but punching the air from your lungs and he groans. You feel the swell of his tummy pressed against you and his fingers digging into your ass as he spreads you open. âLook so beautiful like this, wish you could see it.â
He leans over you, breathing into your neck, âAlways take my cock so well, baby.â He pulls out almost completely, snapping his hips back into you and you can already feel heat pooling at the base of your spine again as he pounds into you, fingers gripping your hips so hard heâs bound to leave bruises. He snakes a hand underneath you to rub your clit and you feel your legs start to tremble.
All you can think is Joel Joel Joel, and his voice cuts through the ringing in your ears, husky and breathless. âYou gonna give me one more, yeah? Come for me, sweetheart. Be a good girl and come on my cock,â and you all but see stars behind your eyes, overwhelmed with the sweet praise. He stills as you come, his hands and affirming words keeping you grounded as you clench and gush around him.
He wraps his arms around you and pulls you up flush against him, your head falling back onto his shoulder and youâre not sure you can form words anymore, your chest heaving as you try to get your breathing back to normal. You turn your head towards him and he kisses you surprisingly gently.
âCan you be good just a bit longer?â He starts grinding his hips into you and you whine, your hands coming up to hold his arms. âAlways such a good girl for me, hm?â He drags his mouth along the side of your neck and you nod tiredly, feeling him smile.
He starts with slow thrusts, his grip around you the sole reason youâre still upright, his voice in your ear and hot breath on your neck and the heavy, familiar, drag of his cock in and out making you dizzy.
âSo fuckinâ tight around me sweetheart. Your favourite feeling, isnât it? Being stuffed full of my cock?â He starts rambling on and you know heâs close. âYou want me to come inside you? Want me to come inside your tight little pussy?â
âYes, please. Please come inside me.â
He mumbles incoherently and you tighten your hands on his arms; his thrusts get harder and his arms stiffen in their hold around you and you feel him twitching as he starts to spill inside you, warmth coating your walls. He lowers you both to lie down as he comes down from his high, cock still buried deep inside you and you feel his spend start to leak out around him and down your thighs.
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Shifting around and your eyes fluttering open, youâre wrapped up in Joelâs arms, head burrowed against his chest. You reach down and feel heâs cleaned you up and pulled fresh panties on you, a faint throbbing between your thighs. He stirs next to you and presses a kiss to your forehead, long and tender.
âSorry, fell asleep,â you mumble and wrap an arm around his torso to press yourself into him even more.
He pulls back slightly, lifting your chin with a finger to look at him. âSweetheart, think weâve done this enough that I know you get sleepy afterwards. Stop apologising.â He cradles your cheek, kisses you sweetly and whispers, âNow go back to sleep.â
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