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tender-rosiey · 8 months

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candy pretty! — nanami kento x f!reader

a/n: okay but what would nanami do if his little girl had a crush on gojo’s son 😏

nanami is a mature man, calculated, collected, and the picture perfect adult. he is the best husband who, without fail, treats you like a queen.

he is also the best dad out there and your six year old daughter will always defend that with her entire being. she is also very ready to throw hands at whoever disagrees. right now, however, the one throwing hands is your husband.

and it’s either at gojo’s son or gojo himself.

but the boy did nothing, and gojo deserves a beating anyways so he settles for the latter.

that’s at least until his darling daughter came in with the biggest smile on her cute face and holding a note—probably written by gojo’s son, considering the very terrible and unstable handwriting, but the small smiley face and cute heart—as she squealed, “daddy, daddy! akio invited me to a playdate!”

it takes every bone in nanami not to walk to gojo’s house and throw him in the nearest trashcan where he belongs; instead, he smiles gently at his daughter, “that’s great, d/n. when are you going?”

“right now!”

“sure—wait…now?”

she nods excitedly. nanami sighs then gives her a thumbs up, and the girl takes it as a cue to excitedly run to her room with giggles and squeaks, “mommy, he said yes!”

he hears you respond through the door and he can practically hear the smile in your voice, “really? that’s awesome! let’s get you dressed up, pretty girl,” you and her run happily run to her room and nanami smiles at the sound of footsteps.

he loves how lively it makes the house feel.

then hears the door close and he leans back into his seat.

moments pass by. a deep breath he takes, and a stare he gives the ceiling before mumbling very quietly, “what the fuck.”

“ooo, daddy said a bad word!”

“put the money in the jar, kento!”

ugh, this is going to be a long day.

the both of you are already dressed, and your daughter is busying herself with her favorite comic while you help your husband get ready.

he is glaring at the mirror and you chuckle while straightening his collar, “what’s on your mind, handsome? dad instincts acting up? she is growing up; she is bound to have crushes.”

he nods with a sigh, “I know, but like it’s gojo’s kid.”

“yeah?”

“no, y/n, it’s gojo’s.”

“oh right…ew. ew to gojo, not the kid. akio is an absolute sweetheart.”

he snorts, “he probably takes after his mom,” then he kisses your forehead when you’re done tying his tie, “but the thought of being related to gojo is just…” he grimaces, shaking his head, and that’s all you need to understand.

he can almost imagine it: them a couple of years later, completely and utterly in love, and he would be so happy for them. anyone who ensures the happiness and safety of his daughter is an a+ for nanami.

then gojo will enter, loudly and dramatically, and he won’t hear the ending of his annoyances, a pain he thought he will get rid of before he enters his 40s at least. he looks at the bright side: at least, he will have you by his side.

you lightly smack his—very broad and muscular—shoulder, “now, you’re being dramatic! he isn’t that bad.”

a stare of silence is what you’re met with until your daughter interrupts the judging look of your husband, “mommy! daddy! ‘gotta go! he is waiting!”

your husband sighs once again and you giggle, pulling him with you towards the car.

the ride is quiet, save for your and your daughter’s singing and her rambles about how excited she is to see akio, along with your husband’s frown as he realizes that maybe he is getting protective of her even against akio.

it doesn’t take much time, before you’re already in the gojo household and are seated while the kids are playing in akio’s room.

it’s just you, kento, and gojo because mama gojo went out to work. you would’ve loved to catch up with her about the latest gossip in town.

gojo grins as he looks at the both of you, “so how’s nanamin feeling about the kids’ love story?”

an instant scowl is plastered on your husband’s handsome face and it makes you and gojo laugh out loud. gojo understands why he is protective. when he has a daughter himself, he will probably never let a boy near her.

you cup kento’s face to press a kiss to his cheek and it relaxes him, even if it’s just a tiny bit. gojo lets out a whistle and both you and your husband glare at him.

you hear some rustling in akio’s room, before your daughter bursts out, red-faced and running towards you. she buries her face in your legs and you softly ask her, “what’s wrong, honey?”

nanami gently rubs her back and it encourages her to speak up, even if her voice is a mere murmur, “akio called me pretty,” she fidgets with her fingers. you and nanami share a look of a helpless smile and pat your daughter’s hair.

soon after, akio comes running out of his room , “d/n? are you okay? miss y/n, is she sick? is she okay? I can get that…uh—yellow thingy mommy gives me when I am sick!”

you chuckle and stroke your daughter’s hair lovingly, “don’t worry, hun; she is just a little shy about being called pretty,” you hear her huff on your legs and she looks up to frown at you.

you chuckle and kiss her forehead while nanami is staring—read: probably glaring or planning something—at akio.

akio tilts his head in confusion, “but she is pretty? the prettiest girl ever! even prettier than candy!”

your daughter whines, burying her face further into your leg, “akioo, stop!”

gojo chuckles, watching the scene unfold and thinking about how his very evident charms were passed down to his kid.

but the compassion in his eyes as he worriedly looks at d/n is definetly from his mom. akio pads his way to d/n, and gently pats her head, “I am sorry; please don’t be mad at me.”

he pouts and looks away while blushing, “you’re my favorite person to play with…and I never—um,” he hides his faces his shirt, “want to make you sad.”

your daughter peaks at him and you could swear you could hear the slow music and the chiming bells. you could also bet that the wind is a paid-actor cause when did the window open anyways?

your husband taps your shoulder and points at gojo, who is turning on a fan to give this sweet moment more drama.

and so, after a while, the playdate comes to a close and you’re at the door saying goodbye to the gojos—who you will probably see tomorrow, but whatever.

gojo is leaning against the door as he grins, “let’s do this again soon.”

your husband takes out a cloth to wipe his glasses, “I would rather not.”

you gently elbow him before kneeling beside your daughter, “come on, d/n; say bye to akio and uncle gojo.”

“bye bye, uncle gojo,” she waves and he excitedly waves back then she looks at akio in silence.

the poor boy is overthinking why she isn’t saying goodbye to him and he is probably about to tear up. however, your daughter finally musters up the courage and walks towards him.

they look at each other for a moment before your daughter pecks his cheek and dashes to the car.

akio stares in front of him before becoming a blushing mess and falling to the ground. it’s chaos from there on out.

gojo is cackling like he never laughed before in his life. your husband is speechless and probably planning murder. you’re trying to do your best to calm him down, but it seems like there will be no stopping this man.

family dinners will be so interesting.

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garoujo · 2 years

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「 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 | 𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍 」

feat : gojo satoru, geto suguru, fushiguro toji, fushiguro megumi, nanami kento, yuuta okkotsu + itadori yuuji

warnings : f. reader, previous breeding, aged!up characters & jujutsu tech sorcerer geto, how they take care of you after sex, softer moments.

note : i’m very deep in some brain rot with jjk men and it shows :,) my limit is normally five but i couldn’t decide who i wanted so !

・✶ ｡ﾟGOJO SATORU

— it’s almost immediate the way satoru melts into you after, his heavy cock softening inside of your still twitching walls and even though he almost collapses on top of you—it still feels intimate when he shoots you a more handsome, pink cheeked smirk, a breathless laugh falling from his lips as he gazes down at you.

“cmeer.” satoru grumbles, his biceps trembling as he falls down onto his side beside you before pulling you against his naked chest, peppering a few open mouthed kisses along your temple when you’re close enough as his slender, warm hands smooth across the dip of your spine. “you feel okay? was i too good?” the snowy haired male hums, teasing, but catching his breath and you feel his arms tighten around you at the question as he blinks down at you, leaning in again to place a few kisses against your pouty lips. “i’m good, ‘toru.” you reply and you watch his lips stretch into a grin at the sound of your voice “i’d say you’re better than just good.” satoru smiles, his hands moving to massage along the faint marks on your waist and you can’t help but melt into the featherlight touches, a stark opposite from the tight grip his hands had on your hips moments ago. “should probably clean up, huh?” you sigh, feeling the stickiness between your thighs and you hear your boyfriend groan before he flops over you slightly, caging you underneath him so he can nuzzle into the crook of your neck—leaving a few ticklish kisses behind with another airy laugh. “yeah, but you’re warm, and don’t you think i deserve a rest after that, sweetheart?” only deciding to get up when he feels like he’s stolen enough kisses from you, shooting you a wink and a smirk when your legs tremble as you stand.

・✶ ｡ﾟGETO SUGURU

— he was always a little clingy after sex and treated you like you were made of glass, wanting nothing more than to curl up into you afterwards to make sure you know how much he appreciates you—he knows he won’t be able to rest until he knows youre looked after. always pulling himself out of bed to clean you up.

“you doing okay?” suguru breathes, sweaty and panting above you as he leans over to place a gentle kiss to your temple, falling down onto the mattress beside you after while he catches his breath. “yeah, suguru—im good.” you murmur in reply, whimpering quietly at the growing stickiness between your legs and the slight discomfort on your face doesn’t get past your boyfriend as his eyes narrow, his body rolling over to the edge of the bed shortly after before he stands—pretty red scratch marks littering the pale skin of his back as he takes the hair tie out of his already messy hair. you blink up at suguru as he grabs his sweatpants, pulling them over his legs before turning to lean over you once more, pecking your lips as his thumb smoothes over your cheek affectionately “let me clean you up, baby.” he hums, shooting you a pink cheeked, lopsided grin before he leaves the room, returning with a wet cloth and your favourite shirt of his as he softly cleans the mess between your thighs, his other hand smoothing over your waist to soothe you when you wriggle in discomfort “almost there, babe—did so good for me.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ FUSHIGURO TOJI

— toji was rough, all blunt lines and sharp thrusts until you’re crumbling beneath him but despite his blunt, prickly exterior he still tried to take care of you the best he could afterwards. always trying his best to make you feel cared for, in his type of way.

you can already feel the aches in your body when toji pulls back from his place caging you against the mattress, calloused palms smoothing along the underside of your thighs when he finally allows them to fall from your chest and rest at your sides. “it hurt?” the dark haired male grunts, eyes flickering towards you and you’re not sure if it’s the fog still clouding your mind or if there’s something softer in his gaze when he looks at you, watching his well trained muscles move under the skin as he stretches, groaning deep at the relief he feels. toji turns to shoot you a lopsided, lazy sort of grin but it reminds you that he’s pretty and present, before he leaves, returning a few moments later with glass of water as he tsks, messily throwing a few pillows against the headboard before he makes a lazy attempt at fluffing them up with a few slaps—helping your sore body to rest against them after as he hands you the glass in his hands with a nod “drink. i’ll start you a shower.” feeling his fingers smooth along your leg soothingly, and you know it’s his own way of wordlessly making you feel better.

・✶ ｡ﾟ FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

— he gets a little scared he’s hurt you in any way so he’s always so attentive after, everything he learned he really learned from you, making sure you’re okay as he pulls you into his arms—his fingers roaming your body affectionately to smooth out any tension.

you shudder when you feel megumi pull out, your walls suddenly feeling empty after the loss of his heavy cock and you blink up at him when his eyebrows pull into a cute frown—framed by his pink cheeks and messy hair. “is it sensitive?” he huffs, his hands smoothing practiced shapes into your skin and you’re thankful for how gentle his touch seemed to always be with you. “you’re not sore right? wasn’t too much?” megumi asks again as his eyes meet yours and you feel your heart bloom at the worry pooling in the azure staring back at you. “i’m fine, ‘gumi. i promise.” “good.” he continues his movements, allowing you to relax before he moves to the edge of the bed and you can’t help but admire the way the muscles of his back move when he stretches, earning you a gentle, blushy smile from over his shoulder after before he turns to place a peck against your lips. “we should probably clean up, you normally have to pee too, right?” megumi hums as he holds you against his chest, grabbing a few comfy clothes for you before he helps you to the bathroom.

・✶ ｡ﾟ NANAMI KENTO

— he always takes aftercare very seriously, there was a lot of strength behind each of his thrusts—his body well trained and brooding, so he knows you can get a little sore after which is why he’s always going to be there to make sure you’re well taken care of. he likes the moments after to bask in you, his heart thudding against his chest.

nanami shoots you a gentle look when you turn around to face him over your shoulder, his body still curled over your back as you stay bent over underneath him—his hips pushed against your ass and there’s a certain comfort in the silence that blankets the room after until he eventually moves. “are you okay? sore anywhere?” nanami grumbles, his hands warm as they smooth up the dip of your spine, kneading at your hips and sides affectionately before he moves to sit against the headboard, guiding you to rest against his broad chest as he intertwines his fingers with your own. “just a little.” you reply and nanami kisses your forehead “i’ll run you a bath when we get cleaned up, i got some of the soak you like.” his gaze is soft and assuring when he speaks, his other hand continuing to dance along your skin in such a way that has you sinking into him with a delighted sigh and a nod, earning you another kiss from the blonde haired male. “you’re so good to me, sweetheart.”

・✶ ｡ﾟYUUTA OKKOTSU

— he’s attentive after losing himself in you. his eyes still a little dazed and his hair messy but you’re still his first priority, even when his muscles are sore and fatigued he still looks at you fondly when he leans over you before getting up, walking over to flick on the bathroom light while shooting you a drowsy smile.

you hear yuuta huff as he rolls off of you, his chest rising with each shakey breath he takes beside you and he turns his head to smile at you when you inch nearer, his arm moving to rest over you—encouraging you to cuddle up closer. “you look so pretty.” he breathes, his cheeks still flushed and his dark hair is mused from your hands and his efforts, his fingers moving to trace their way up the dip of your waist as you blink up at him. “was it okay?” yuuta asks, a slight nervous edge to his voice as he bites on his bottom lip but you watch them stretch into another soft grin when you nod in reply. “was perfect.” he sighs at your words, a content sort of sound before he leans in for you both to share a kiss, a slower kind that has you melting into him, drowsiness heavy in your features when you pull away and yuuta places another against your temple before he stands, making his way over to the bathroom to start the shower. he adjusts it slightly, approaching you again after as he crouches beside the bed with a gentle look “come, let’s clean up, i’ll take care of you.”

・✶ ｡ﾟITADORI YUUJI

— he always got lost in you, putting all of his strength behind each thrust so you’re never surprised when you feel a little achy after—but yuuji was always there. not only feeling a little remorseful but also to help you whenever you needed him. immediately making sure that you’re okay and that he didn’t hurt you.

your mind is still blurry, your thighs trembling against yuuji’s palms as he gently rests them down from their place pressed against your chest—but you still feel the warmth of his hands when they smooth over the aching muscles after, a small pout on his lips as he blinks down at you. “i’m sorry, babe.” yuuji grumbles, his eyes locked on your doughy cunt before he finally pulls out with a hiss, allowing himself a few extra seconds to admire the way his cum drips from between your folds before his gaze finally meets yours. “i’m okay, yuuji.” you reply, your voice still like honey despite the slight raspiness but it makes the pink haired male perk up immediately when he hears it, leaning over you to pepper a few wet kisses across your cheeks and face. “you just feel so good.” yuuji hums again, his tone a little lighter when he smiles at you and you try to sit up before you hiss at the ache between your thighs. “oh no, baby! cmeer—i’ll take care of you, okay?” his words are followed by him climbing off the bed to gather you into his arms, helping you to the bathroom with whispered praises about how good you are to him while he runs you a bath.

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s0ulm8s · 9 months

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cinnamon, honey, & sage — geto suguru x human!reader

ೃ⁀➷ genre : fluff

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⋆.ೃ࿔*: warnings & a/n : nothing, just fluff, girldad!geto suguru, honestly nothing too crazy or exciting just suguru going soft for a human (lmk if i should make a part two)

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geto suguru didn't particularly look forward to having to saunter into the small bakery just a mere ten minute walk from his current residence. no, not because it was unsanitary or even that the food was bad — he simply wished to never interact with the monkeys nearby if he could help it.

they left a stench, one of greed and unworthiness. rotten and disgusting. actively seeking them out was not on his to-do list.

yet nanako and mimiko couldn't let the small place go. they loved it there. when suguru would give the girls a wad of cash and urge them to spend their day in the small city nearby — this place was always their last stop.

despite being branded as a bakery it stayed open late and sold sake, and even though the cute owner that sat behind the counter would giggle and politely refuse to sell the two girls the alcohol — she always gave them an extra pastry and let them spill their teenage gossip to her.

we bought you a scone geto-sama... but we shared it on the way home nanako would admit with a half-guilty grin but you should really try it yourself anyways! the owner is very pretty and i promise it smells nice!

he'd scoff lovingly at this, but the more the pair gushed about the owner and her sweet attitude towards his girls, it had become a recurring thought. and since mimiko had gotten sick, and inevitably passed it on to nanako — he figured the girls deserved some cheering up as they were getting better.

suguru looks up, the neon sign reads magic shop in japanese, lighting up in a pink and purple hue with the words bakery & bar underneath.

the sun was setting now and the bell to the door rings softly, alerting you from the back of the shop to a new customer. though you were open for another hour you weren't expecting many more customers on a week night.

suguru observes the small building, comfortable booths line the wall, and the ceiling to floor windows are littered with hanging plants and vines. lights dim and colorful flood his vision while soft music meets his ears. the atmosphere is nice, calming even and suguru finds himself looking for something to be displeased with. he grunts when he can't find anything.

so far his girls were right, it does smell nice. yet he hasn't seen another person yet, until he hears small padding footsteps come to the front — you must be the sweet owner who gives away free treats.

your face is pleasant and welcoming as you take in his appearance, skin a bit hot as you observe the much taller man. his dark hair is long, half tied up into a bun and the rest cascading over his shoulders. he's wearing a black button up, sleeve rolled up and tucked into casual black slacks that accentuate his figure nicely. and he is handsome. god, is he handsome.

you let the thoughts drift away as his gaze looks a bit apprehensive before slowly approaching the counter.

"hi, welcome in." you greet softly, voice melodic and sweet and he can't help but rejoice a bit that you aren't overly cheery or theatrical. "were you looking for anything specific tonight?"

he finally stops right in front of counter, gaze boring down onto you as he studies you. "yes, actually." he responds, voice low and dreamy as he scans the window with the pastries. "two raspberry muffins, three cinnamon scones, a cheese danish, and a loaf of your homemade bread."

his recitation of the order is precise and memorized, and you can't help but let out a giggle to yourself before commenting, "you must be the protective hermit who looks after mimiko and nanako, yeah?" you ask as he looks at you with a slightly shocked expression. you giggle again, and he leans a bit closer instinctively at the sound. "their words, not mine.. it's geto, right?"

he nods in confirmation, for some reason introducing himself with his full name as you do the same. at your comment he actually lets out a small chuckle, a grin finally finding his face and actually meeting his eyes before he nods, "i suppose that would be me.. i don't find myself out much, i have.. sensitivities." he admits, in the middle of his sentence realizing he hadn't even grimaced at a certain smell yet. no. you smelt nice, inviting even — you smelt of cinnamon, honey, and... what was that?... a hint of sage maybe. not too sweet or overbearing. suguru mentally slapped himself for enjoying it as much as he did. "you knew that just by their order?"

you laugh again as you nod, beginning to grab his items before speaking. "yeah, they've become some of my favorite regulars. they typically order the same things — aside from the homemade bread." you tell him, "you must not have much of a sweet tooth." you observe as he nods in confirmation. "that's okay, i don't really either.."

"yet you run a bakery?" suguru quips, letting out a small laugh as you nod.

"and bar." you correct with a smirk, "i know, i see the irony, too. but baking was something i learned to love from someone who just.. meant a lot to me." you find yourself admitting for reasons unknown. why were you so easily telling this man things about yourself?

he can almost see you inner turmoil, but he can understand your passion — loving something because someone you loved also did. it was slightly heartwarming, and he could feel his past creeping up his throat a bit. he swallows it down.

you clear your throat. "oo, i know! i have a new item i'd like you to try.. it's a taro bun but i make it with a different herbal mix, not too sweet but not too bitter. i think you might like it." you suggest, placing two of the lilac colored buns into his now large packaged box that was decorated in your logo and littered in small doodled flowers.

typically suguru would flinch and disregard anyones assumption at what he might like, yet he found himself gravitating toward you. listening intently, and he even hoped you were right. then he could come back and give you his honest review.

was he seriously searching for a reason to see you again already? tsk. maybe his girls were right, you do seem quite intriguing and magnetic. he can't believe he's allowing himself to think this way about a non-sorcerer.

"speaking of, where have those two been? i haven't seen them the last week or so — i was starting to get worried." you ponder, ringing his total up on your register. typically any pry into his life would annoy him, but your concern seems genuine and leaves him curious.

"ah, mimiko seems to have caught an illness and of course, nanako got it from her." suguru explains, and you're worried gaze finds his and he is quick to reassure you. "they're both already on the mend, don't worry. they talk a lot about this place.. and you.." suguru begrudgingly admits, "i figured this would cheer them up a bit."

your face immediately blushes at the idea that he already knew about you prior. "hmm, that's very sweet of you... here, take some tonyu with you as well. they usually get a few boxes, but they always switch up the flavors." you tell him, and he's only just now realizing how attentive you've been to them while on their own. he finds himself grateful that they were in good hands. you give him four different flavors of the drinks.

you bag all of the items together and you both find yourself a little bit desperate to spend a bit more time in the other's presences. "say, what time does your shop close?" suguru finds himself speaking before his brain can process what he's doing.

you look up at him with big eyes, almost shocked before you stutter out an answer. "i close in about.. uhh.. 13 minutes." you tell him, not realizing how much time had passed. "why do you ask?"

"any chance you'll let a customer in after close to share some sake with?" he asks next, a sweet grin painting his face as you blush wildly. how had a human woo'd him so easily?

"hmm.. only for the handsome stranger i've heard so much about." you hum to yourself as his shoulders bob a bit though his laughter. "go to your girls, i'll have our drink ready when you get back." you smile warmly, and he thanks you.

not even twenty minutes later you see his silhouette approaching, and you go to unlock the door. as you pull it open, you see a small box in his hands and realize he's brought the taro buns with him.

"i figured we could share these, and i could go ahead and give you my honest review, yeah?" he speaks as he steps inside, stopping just in front of you. his tall frame swallowing you as he leans in and you grow bit flustered. you grin. "ready for that drink?"

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overtake · 19 days

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“a sexual awakening so intense it registered on the richter scale” is the single best and most accurate description I have ever heard.

pov: you're 16 years old and doing the final test for your super license ahead of joining f1 as the youngest ever driver. you expect the doubt and hate, and you know you can prove on track why you deserve to be there once you actually get in a car, but until then, you just have to be the subject of everyone's headlines and criticism for a factor you can't control.

then this guy comes along.

race winner who got himself to a top team and is beating his world champion teammate, a cool older handsome charismatic guy with a giant smile and big brown eyes, beloved and kind while still being fiercely talented, competitive, and hungry? the guy who you met in 2011 and who gave you the time of day before you were old enough to sniff at the f1 grid. he's not even going to be your actual teammate (yet), but he still takes the time to tell you he's looking forward to seeing you on the grid when so much of what you've heard is nonstop criticism.

he tells you good luck for your super license with a big grin meant just for you

and this is how it makes you feel.

this is live footage of daniel ricciardo becoming a permanent fixture in max's spank bank. it's one of those foundational crushes you have at a young age that sticks with you for life and unconsciously affects "your type" forever and never truly goes away.

also, i just think everyone should hear the way max very softly says "he's a really nice guy, yeah" with so much affection packed into every word.

how are you not to psychosexually imprint on him? one look at that video and max was ready to risk it all. he's been metaphorically tucking his hair, kicking his feet, and giggling since day one. he found a guy who he could race hard, who would challenge him on track, but who would still make the miserable pr days better for them, who was always laughing at max's jokes every time he did his little glance over to ensure it landed. max is so fiercely loyal to his people, and daniel has clearly earned that trust.

tldr: max verstappen is number one dirlie and if he were on f1blr, he would be writing long posts with onboards, data, and that ☝️🤓 attitude of his explaining in detail why everyone is wrong about daniel, and i hope it haunts all the max fans who get their rocks off to calling daniel a washed asshole loser that max's porn folder is daniel late braking compilations.

#ask #this got long. sorry. i also took a 5 minute crying break over old videos of daniel.#my exams start in a week and this is what i'm doing #anyway #OBVIOUSLY i don't think you have to like daniel ricciardo in order to love max.#but it's perplexing to me that people can look at someone who makes max so visibly happy #and dedicate their entire life to obsessively hate-posting about him.#move on! ignore him!#i couldn't tell you anything about a driver i hate's race besides the basic race coverage #because i don't dig into every facet of it to feed an pathological hatred.#i definitely couldn't tell you things about their personal life/anything what they've been up to/recent quotes/etc #because i just see them and scroll. wish others had that ability.#maxiel

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thenewausten · 10 days

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2019 Quackity Imagine: One bed.

TW: smut 🔞

You and Alex were best friends since you both were twelve years old, your both moms were "besties for life" according to a post of your mom on Facebook and even your fathers could get along in a conversation with each other in a company of a beer. You loved Alexis, he's handsome, smart, gentle, respectful and very funny, and as your mum says, he's the best boy-friend you could have (she also posted it on Facebook). Of course Alexis also loves you, the most beautiful girl in the world, so funny, intelligent, cute, gentle... Oh, he's obsessed with you (in a good way, obviously).

So, with all this love for each other's family, Alex's mom decides to make a trip with your family. In the middle of nowhere.

"I can't believe we don't have internet here." Alex complains and you laugh. "Shut up, dude. It's cool, we can camp and swim." You say. "We'll sleep together, okay? I already said it to my mom and she just said "of course!"."

"Your mom loves me, Y/N. Tell me if one day she breaks up with your dad, uh?!" He says and you slap his arm. "Ay, it hurts." He says and you shrug. "I don't care, you deserved it."

"Sorryyy." You roll your eyes and Alex hugs you from behind. "What?! Are you jealous?"

"Of course not, Alexis." You say, the boy kisses your cheek and laughs. "You're very cute, you know?!"

"Whatever." You say and turn your face around to see him, your lips almost touch his and Alex smiles. "What? Want to kiss me, Y/N?!"

"Ew, no!" You answer, Alex rolls his eyes and smiles. "Yeah, gonna pretend I believe in you, princess." He mocks you and pulls you away from his arms. "Fuck you, Alex!" You say and he laughs. "I'm kidding, Y/N."

At night, your family went to a restaurant, you had so much fun with them, and of course, specially with Alexis. He always makes you laugh. You both walk with your family, his fingers intertwined with yours as the both of you make your way to the small bedroom you'd share. "There's just one bed?!" You ask as soon as you open it, Alex sighs and nods. "I bet it was my mom's scheme..." Alexis starts and you shrug. "Well, it's okay." You say to your best friend, he nods and gets his pajama. "Can I shower first?!" You nod and watch him go to the bathroom.

When you leave the bathroom after your shower, Alexis is already on the bed, staring at the fuckin' ceiling since there's not even Wi-Fi around the place. His eyes moves to your body and widen as he sees your little babydoll. Also, his heart beats very fast in his chest and he's very aware of his puberty right now. "Uh... Are you, you'll sleep with this...?" He asks. "Yeah." You say and turn on the air conditioning, Alex feels so nervous with your presence as soon as you lay down on bed next to him, his fuckin' virgin body makes his cheeks burn in a slightly red. "Why are you acting so weird, 'Lex?!" You ask him, it's dark, the little yellow light next to him is the only thing that lightens the both of you. "I'm not. I'm just tired, Y/N." He whispers and you approach your best friend, one of his hands caresses your waist. "Can you spoon me, Alex?!" You ask him and he nods. "S-Sure." He whispers and watch your ass as you turn around. "Why is this so fuckin' short?" He whispers to himself and covers your ass with the blanket. "What's wrong? It's hot." You say and take off the blanket from your body. "I can't spoon you if you don't cover yourself with the blanket."

"Why?" You ask him, confused. "Because I can see your ass." You sigh, tired. "Alex, I was using a bikini today in front of you."

"Yeah, today your ass wasn't on my crotch." He whispers and you laugh. "Are you scared of a random erection?! It's okay, I won't be mad."

"Yeah, it'll not be random, Y/N." He says, embarrassed. You pull your ass on his crotch as you approach him, Alex sighs and feels your ass against his almost hardened cock. "Jesus, I hate you." He whispers and you laugh, Alex holds your belly and hides his face on your neck. "Good night, 'Lex."

"G-Good night." He whispers. Oh, he won't be sleeping tonight. You hold the hand that was on your belly and move your ass against his body to be more comfortable, smiling as you hear the boy sighs in your neck. "Can you stop?!" He asks. "What? I wasn't doing anything, 'Lex." You say, making the boy rolls his eyes. "Just... Don't move, okay?" He asks and you nod.

You try to sleep, but as soon as you feel Alex's hardened cock against your ass you can't even close your eyes anymore. His deep breathing in your ear doesn't help and his hand roams through your chest to your belly. "I can't sleep." You whisper to him. "I can see it." He whispers and you turn your head to Alex. "Do you have condoms?!"

"W-What? No, I don't." He says, you laugh with his embarrassment. "Can I confess you something?!" You ask and he nods. "I'd fuck with you." He stares at you for a moment and grabs your chin, connecting your lips in a desperate and intense kiss. God, he's such a great kisser.

You start to turn around and Alex stops you, the boy holds you against his crotch and you whimper between the kiss.

"Fuck." He whispers when you both pull out to breathe, Alex smiles to you and you laugh. "That's funny." You whisper and he laughs. "Not for me. It hurts, you know?!" He says and you smile to him, making him rolls his eyes. "How can I help you?!"

"It's okay, Y/N." He whispers and you turn around to face your best friend. "I want to." You whisper and kiss his lips, Alex groans when he feels your hand on his dick. "Shit." He whispers and you laugh. "I barely touched you, dude."

"Shut up, Y/N." He says and you laugh, your hand around his dick makes Alex closes his eyes. "So... I don't, uh... I'm just as virgin as you." You say, a little embarrassed, and he takes his short down with his underwear and puts his hand on yours. "F-Fuck." He whispers as he moves his hand and your hand on his dick. "Okay." You whisper, Alex takes his hand away from yours and you start to pump his dick. "Uh, is it right?!" You ask. "Y-Yes." He whimpers, you watch Alex's face and kiss his lips. "Can you move a little faster?" He asks and you obey, the boy moans in your lips and you kiss him. "Shi-, shit!" He whines and you start to give a lot of pecks in his neck. "You're so hot." You whisper in his ear, your lips on his sensitive spot makes Alex loses his mind. "F-Fuck, Y/N." He whimpers. "It's so..." You bite his lobe and the boy whines. "Is it what?!" You ask. "G-Good." You smile and approach his dick, Alex touches your ass when you turn around. "Beautiful." He whispers. "Thank you, 'Lex." You say, your mouth touches his dick, slowly sucking his tip, Alex moans and grabs your hair. "Let me..." He moves your head against his cock, your throat takes all of his length as the boy moves his hips onto your mouth. "Fu-, oh. Fuck!" He moans and takes your mouth off his dick, cumming in his stomach. "Shit." He whispers and you smile to him. "Are you better?!" You ask him and he laughs. "Yeah, I'm." He says and you lay down next to him. "I'll be back soon." He says and gets up, you watch him leave to the bathroom.

"Hey." Alex lays down next to you and kisses your cheek, you turn around to see him, the boy smiles to you. "It's my turn, you know?!" One of his hands touches your waist and you smile. "Oh, is it?!" You ask him and the boy kisses you, his hands travels through your body, touching your boobs, waist, thigh and ass. "You're so perfect." He whispers as he breaks the kiss. "You know that I'm obsessed with you, right?!" He asks and kisses your neck. "Really?" You ask and Alex nods. "Yes, princess." He kisses your face, one of his hands goes to your laced panties. "Can I touch you?" He asks and you nod, his fingers caresses your pussy and you whimper. "Tell me if I do something wrong, okay?" He asks and you nod, Alex takes your panties off and touches you again, it's funny because he seems to be a bit curious. He rubs your clit, making you squirm a little with the feeling, you try not to moan because of your both parents. "Oh, c'mon, Y/N. I want to hear you." He whispers and you smile to him. "Make me moan, then." You whisper and Alex smiles and rolls his eyes. "Alright." He rubs your clit again and you moan. "Am I doing it right?!" The boy asks and you nod, a smirk on his face as he makes you moan again. "You're so wet." He whispers. "Is it all for me, uh?"

"Uhh, no?!" You mock and he laughs. The boy leans in towards you to kiss your lips, two of his fingers plays with your entrance. "Can I?" He asks. "Yes, please." You whisper, his fingers slowly enters your hole, Alex watches you close your eyes with pleasure and thrusts his fingers on your pussy. "Alex, oh my-" You moan loudly and the boy covers your mouth with his hand. "Not that loud, Y/N." He whispers and kisses your neck, the essence of your perfume on your skin makes Alex sucks your sensitive flesh. You protest against his hand, that's still on your mouth. "Shh." He whispers in your ear, your moans and whines fill the bedroom, even with his hand on your mouth, and the wet sounds of his fingers on your pussy makes everything even more dirty and hot to the boy. "I can't wait to fuck you." He whispers in your ear, his fingers finding that spot inside of you when he decides to push deeper on your cunt. You bite his hand to don't let a loud moan escape, your worst nightmare 'd be wake up your both parents right now. "Fuck, Y/N." Alex groans, his fingers fucking you harder and deeper, making your whole body squirm. "Are you close?!" He asks, you nod, watching your best friend put his face between your legs, his mouth attacking your sensitive clit as soon as he finds it. You put your hands on your own mouth to stop yourself from moaning loudly, Alex sucks you at the same time he's fucking you with his fingers, your legs start to shake and involuntarily close. You can't even control your whines and moans anymore, coming in Alex fingers with tears in your eyes. "Holy shit, 'Lex." You whisper, the boy kisses your pussy and inner thigh before approaching your face, you feel his hardened cock against you. "It sucks you don't have a condom." You whisper and he nods. "So much." He kisses your lips. "But, it's also good, right?! Our parents can sleep now." He mocks you and you roll your eyes, Alex kisses your neck and then, your lips. "I love you, Y/N." He whispers and you smile. "I love you too, Alex." You get up to go to the bathroom and when you come back, Alex pulls you into a hug. "Do you really think they heard us, 'Lex?!" You ask, a little worried and embarrassed. "Yeah, your mom just made a post on Facebook. "Can't sleep... It's hard to have a teenager daughter with a best friend."" He says and you laugh. "Unbelievable." You whisper and hug him tighter, he laughs and nods.

"Good night, princess." He whispers.

"Good night, 'Lexie."

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy the writing! :)

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herzgeist-writes · 7 months

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One Piece Headcanons - Renamed

Characters: Zoro, Law | Trope: Them giving you pet names | Content: for female readers / Wholesome - enveloping you in fluffy teddy bears

A/N: Clearly, you are their kryptonite. Feelings are blossoming towards you and what better way than to give you a 'different' kind of name? This is for the girls out there, who need some red tint on their faces and make their hearts go 'doki doki' ఌ

Dividers by cafekitsune ~

My Girl It involuntarily slips out of him, when he’s either extremely proud or confident in your abilities to conqueror anything standing in your way. His chest swells with pride, whenever he sees you take on hordes of marines, kicking their asses without effort. And the way you move, it all makes it seem so easy. A ferocious and passionate woman? Count him in.

“Oi (Y/n)! Are you alright over there?”

He calls out to you while watching you fight five marines at the same time. With one single blow, they bite the dust. You heard the swordsman yell something incohorrently.

“Huh? Did you say something, Zoro?”

“Oh uh, no. Nevermind.”

Tilting your head in question, you shrug it off nonchalantly and proceed in printing those marine fools some more footprints into their behinds. The swordsman chuckles to himself.

“Hm, that’s my girl.”

Sweet thing Is what he calls you when he’s quite playful. Always his first choice when teasingly bickering around with you, sometimes leaving his lips with a hint of sarcasm. It drives you insane - and that’s his goal. How can he resist that pouty face, when you huff at him like that. Naturally, he won’t admit it to anybody, not even you. You are just his sweet thing, end of story.

“Come on, Zoro! Let me try it!”

“No means no, (Y/n). That’s high potent sake. Nothing for a little girl like you. It’s the ‘I’ma split your head the next morning’ kind of alcohol, you don’t want that, trust me.”

Holding out to the mug in his hand, which dodges your failed attempts in grasping it, you blow up your cheeks in annoyance. No chance, (Y/n). The Vice Commander won’t let you taste the ‘demon’s blood’, but your expression changes soon after, for you have a secret weapon. His kryptonite is laid bare.

“You’re just afraid I will beat you in a drinking competition.”

“Oh? Now I wanna see you try. Drink up, buttercup!”

He hands over another mug, sake nearly overflowing from the brim.

“I can taste victory already!”

“Oh sure, sweet thing.”

Though you haven’t even placed your lips onto the rim, to let the brazen liquid flow down your throat, you’re already burning up. It’s the handsome smile he flashes at you, while lulling you in with his raspy voice. To Zoro’s notice, he doesn’t understand, why you’re already glowing so hard. He just called you his sweet thing, so what?

"Sweet thing?"

"I mean, aren't you?"

Oh dear . .

Hot stuff This man is so TACKY. Zoro isn’t a man of big words, hence he sticks to the silly namings, even when things get ‘steamy’ he prefers to adress you softly and caring. Unless you ask him to get more ‘foward’ with his wording, which by the by only you can unlock in him. After all, he’s the King of Hell and there’s no way he keeps away the more ‘ferocious’ side from you, giving you the whispered spicy nothings you deserve. . . However, that stays behind closed doors, dear (Y/n).

“That’s a nice workout routine you got there. Care to share, hot stuff?”

While you’re on your felt like quadrillionth biceps curl, you nearly let the dumbbell fall to the ground by his rash choice of words. Hot stuff? Heat rises into your head. Is he doing this on purpose?

“D-Don’t tell me you like what you see?”

“I do. Very.”

Screaming internally, you find it way too ambiguous of you. He just means the work out. He just means the work out. Based on your reaction, the green-hair can tell he must have said something to fluster you, and now he is the one, babbling in mere abashment and uncertainty.

“Yeah . . you look hot- I MEAN you look good! Great work out for you. Tones your body nicely- WAIT NO I . .”

Backing up he slowly treads out of the room, rambling about and occassionally stumbling over his own feet, or words in his case. You have to supress a girly giggle as you observe how his face begins to radiate. It’s the first time he ever called you that and something tells you, it won’t be the last. In the distance you can hear:

"Shit! What was that about? Hot stuff? What was I thinking? Damn it, might as well just cut off my tongue."

That drama queen.

Dove You’ve gained his full trust, respect and affection. It’s a sign of his feelings caving in for you. When you hear him say it, the strong and composed swordsman he is, melts by the sight of you. There’s nothing better than calling you his Dove, seeing you take on all kinds of colours in your face, mainly red that is. Besides sake, you get him drunk on a different level. So, KAMPAI, Dove!

The Straw Hats organised one of their famous banquettes once more. Everyone is cheerful and in the mood for good food and head spinning ale. The Vice Commander however is nowhere to be seen, for he usually hangs around the sake barrels most of the time, when events like these are planned. As you take a look at the crows nest, you find your sleepy swordsman staring out the window.

“Hey, are you alright?”

“Mhm? Hi, guess so.”

Shifting to the side to give you some space next to him, he stretches his arm out, beckoning you to come over. You comfortably nuzzle against him, soaking in the warmth he emits. This feels . . strange, having such an intimate moment as friends. Perhaps, you hope it could turn out to form into something more? As if he read your mind, he speaks.

“Hey, umm . . this might sound weird, but uh - can I call you Dove?”

“Dove? A weird name indeed, but I take it. What made you think that suits m-“

Before you can finish your sentence, he shuts you up by turning your face to his, with his fingers on your jaw, and gently places his lips on yours. Well, that explains why he chose to call you Dove. Butterflies start to flutter around in your stomach and you gaze deeply into his onyx coloured eye.

“I think it’s . . cute.”

“It is.”

Taking a deep breath in, he continues.

"Whenever I feel down, you are the one bringing me up again. You are the wings lifting me up, giving me the ability to soar through the skies, showing me a different angle of the world."

Big words for a man of his usually reserved nature. His arm snakes around your waist from the side and pulls you even closer. Your heart just left out a beat. From now on, you gladly are his Dove.

(Y/n) Did you notice it? Yes! He left out the suffix. You should be honored he decided to grade you a level up. But in all honesty, he took a liking to you and your name. He thinks it to be rather pretty, it would be a shame to destroy the sound of beautifully aligned letters, as if molesting the title of a charming book. You have earned his trust. Interest - is peaked.

Sitting at a bar counter, you enjoy the evening at an inn, where the crew decided to take a break. It wasn't as calm as you excepted it to be, for a overly friendly and slimy man couldn't stop talking, obviously hitting on you.

"Can't you see she's uncomfortable around you, dumbass?"

The creep scurries off to the other side of the bar, all the tension in your shoulders crumbling, sighing subsequently in relief.

"Thank you, Captain."

Law gives you a reassuring nod and goes his way again.

"It's my job, (Y/n)."

Almost waiting for him to speak out that '-ya' of his, you tilt your head. Did the loud stir of the bar swallow that small suffix or . . does he deem you worthy of calling you by your normal name now? Your heart skips a beat out of happiness, hoping for the latter.

Sweetheart Teasing is one of his daily routines. Running out of ideas to get you either flustered or bewildered, he saw fit to take it up a notch. His heart races whenever he rolls the ‘sweetheart’ off his tongue, in order to adress you with a hidden sarcastic intent. Over time though, you begin to be his sweetheart. Just by the thought of you growing on him makes him shiver - positively.

"Why do you keep on doing this (Y/n)?"

"What do you mean?"

Innocently nibbling on a chocolate chip cookie, you flutter your puppy eyes up at the now faltering Captain, who furrows his brows at you.

"Baking cookies? We're pirates! Not some sort of- mhm . ."

You stuff his mouth with the tasty and crumbly goodness. Laughing at his fuming face, it's obvious to you he isn't completely opposed to your sweet counter attack. He keeps on chewing.

"Good right?"

Earning a low rumble in response, he averts his gaze and gulps loudly. His stern eyes sway over to the tray, filled with more crunchy cookies and you deny him that 'hungry' wish right away.

"Nope. Those are for the others. That was the only one for you. Besides, I thought you didn't like sweets., let alone dough."

Suddenly he takes a seat next to you, leaning in closer to you. His lips curling mischeviously, face now dangerously near yours.

"Oh how considerate of you, sweetheart."

Hold on, sweetheart? Frozen in place, you stare into those mesmerizing grey orbs, the perfect moment for the doctor to 'shamble' the snack into his hand and make a go for it, which he does without a word, practically sprinting out of the kitchen door.

"H-Halt! I mean wait! Stop right there! Trafalgar you thief!"

Darling He has you trapped in his room and vice versa. There you stand, no chance to escape. (No, he won’t sing it to you.) Besides singing that sweet jazz, that deep sultry voice loves to call you his Darling, when the time has come to playfully show you, that you have affected him. It’s a sweet name, however it bears a hidden, more lecherous intent, depending on how he enhances his words around you. Once or twice you caught him oogling you with those steel eyes, that’s when you realise, he does have a male instict, wanting to ‘court’ you, simply explained.

It's time for your annual classic health check up, no devil fruit voodoo, for he prefers to reserve his power, if not neccessarily needed. Meaning, you'll have to - strip. Oh don't worry, you're still wearing your underwear, nonetheless, you're heart beats out of your chest whenever he inspects your body, writing down your vitals and searching for any anomalies.

"Tell me if you feel any pain or discomfort."

Some touches tickle you, some induce your heart with pumping fuel and others make you go weak in the knees. The last one is new. What makes your position even more difficult now, is the fact that the stethoscope is up next, to check your heart rate.

"Are you nervous?"

"As if I am. It's just . . cold. That metal . . thingy."

"Stethoscope."

"I was about to say that."

His breath grazes along your naked skin, as he keeps on listening to your heart from the front and back. To your sassy comment, he can't help but chuckle lowly and gives your back a gentle glaze of his slim, wrapped in rubber gloves fingers, before moving on.

"Of course you were, darling."

If that doctor puts on that silly stethoscope again, he would have heard that literal jungle drum in your chest. He knows what it does to you, when he plays that extra sultry card on you, all with a hint of mock and sarcasm. Yet, a tiny slip in his voice tells you, he actually enjoys calling you that. - He is torture on two legs, keeping you on your toes.

My heart This is the part where you have defeated him completely. He is addicted to you and your cute reactions of him calling you his heart. Who would have thought a cold and serious man like him could be unintentionally romantic? Though he appears to be lacking the ability to express his emotions thoroughly, it doesn’t mean he can’t slip by and whisper your new title at you by coincidentially meeting in the Polar Tang’s corridors. As long as there is nobody around, snooping about of course. Though uncomfortable to show it in public, he gives it his all to prove his point that he is oh so head over heels for you.

He HAS HAD IT with you and your annoyingly adorable round puffy cheeks, whenever you throw a temper tantrum at his commands you vaguely dare to disobey. You leave him no choice but to:

"Room . ."

"O-oh no. Wait I'll-"

"Shambles."

You'll never get used to that. Finding yourself far off from the others at the harbour, he has warped the both of you to a secluded alley of the adjoining town.

"You. You. You! Just. Just!"

Visibly upset he throws his arms through the air, close to snake his giant palms around your neck to strangle you, however restraining himself with a forceful shake in his hands. Restless he walks up and down the narrow cramped aisle. He comes to a stop before you.

"I BEG you, to stop acting so god damn cute! Your back talk gives me even more reason to just . . to just-"

You shrink away from his intimidating demeanor and apologize with glistening eyes. A white hat on your head takes you aback, for he roughly propped it onto you, now pulling down the tip to restrict your vision and . .

"You idiot . ."

. . kisses you.

"Stop being a bratty crew mate and be mine already, my heart."

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captainpulisic · 1 year

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take my hand, wreck my plans - m. mount

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you had grabbed masons phone because he had asked you to. he had texted one of the boys a question hours ago and asked you to check if there was a response. there wasn’t anything strange about this, you and mason were friends who were close enough to check each other's phones. he was too occupied playing fifa, anyway.

yet, as soon as you put in his passcode and his home screen greets you (a picture of the both of you with summer), a notification pops up at the top. its a message from a… priscilla?

tomorrow is good for me, i can’t wait <3

you stare at the screen in shock, even long after the message has disappeared from the screen. of course you expected mason to be talking to girls, why wouldn’t he? he’s handsome, charming and really nice. you should feel happy for him, he deserves to find someone and maybe this priscilla is that someone. okay ouch, just the thought of that being true hurt more than you had anticipated.

“what’d chris say?”

“hm? oh yeah,” quickly diverting back to your original mission. “he said no, to ask kai.”

mason hums at that, finishing his latest game. before he can start another match, you lean your head on his shoulder, facing him.

“so, wanna hang out tomorrow?” you ask, nonchalantly.

“er i can’t, sorry love.” he pauses before continuing. “i have plans.”

“what type of plans?”

“with a friend, might meet up with them.”

“you have other friends besides me? i thought only i had the privilege of knowing you.” you feign shock. “do i know who this lucky person is?”

his cheeks get a tint red, “you don’t know her, i think.”

you poke his cheek at this, “her? you have plans with a her? sounds like you have a date to me, masey.”

he rolls his eyes, “she texted me back didn’t she?”

“hmm? I don't recall what you’re talking about.”

“you're just so nosey, aren’t you?” playfully, he taps your nose twice. you both can’t help but laugh as you continue to feign ignorance.

giving him an innocent smile, “i do have a nose, thank you for finally noticing.”

“smart ass.”

you keep up this charade. laughing and teasing him about his impending date because if you really thought about it, you’re sure you'd want to lay down and cry. you love him, you’ve loved him for quite some time. and just because you’re too afraid to admit it doesn’t mean he can’t find someone who will tell him they’re interested. mason deserves to be loved, and to be told he’s loved. and you love him just enough to stand aside and let him be loved by whomever he wants, even if it's not you. it’s all very bittersweet.

“it’s getting late, I should get going.” you begin to grab your belongings, forcing a smile in his direction. before he can protest, you’re already heading down the hallway. he’s not slow to follow. “hope your plans go well.”

he pulls you in for a hug and kisses your nose when you pull away, “text me when you’re home, okay? bye nosey.”

as you begin the short distance to your own flat, your heart hurts even more. thoughts full of mason and her won’t leave you alone. how can someone so beautiful make you feel so horrible?

the next day, the grey clouds are more present in the london sky than ever. a perfect reflection of your horrid mood. barely forcing yourself to get up, you hear your phone buzz with a new message.

getting ready for my plans :) just wanted to let you know that the boys are getting together later tonight at the usual spot. they want you to stop by and I do too. friend and I will probably head there after.

okay, that hurt. how can he say ‘i want you there’ but then mention he’s bringing his date along? he truly will be the death of you, you swear. before getting the chance to type up some half hearted response, an incoming call from sophia pops up.

as soon as you accept, “she lives!”

“hey soph, everything alright?”

“no, we haven’t seen you in forever!” sophia scoffs, “mason keeps you all to himself!”

you can barely make out kai in the background, “the lover boy has to let everyone know she's taken.”

letting out a dry laugh, you tell sophia to tell kai to shut it. “yeah, well my supposed lover boy is currently on a date with someone else, so.”

“oh, that’s not-”

cutting her off, not wanting to go into more details of masons love life, that doesn’t include you. “are you guys going to this thing later tonight?”

sophias lovely voice is undeterred, “of course, we are! why? aren’t you?”

“i’m not entirely sure,” you hesitate. sophia was one of the few people you told about your unreciprocated crush. she always told you tell him, to put yourself out there. she swore on all the stars that he felt the same way, that ‘it was obvious to everyone’ mason was in love with you. she promised that you two were meant to be, you both just couldn’t see it yet. in a low whisper, “what if it’s weird? he’s bringing her by, he told me himself.”

you hear kai protest, followed by several moments of shushing and heated, argumentative whispers. you stand by while you hear them lowly bicker and sophia send him away. tone full of sympathy, “i don’t know why he’d bring her but you should still come. we’ve all been wanting to see you and i know mason will be really disappointed if you're not there.”

as if she can hear your internal battle with your thoughts, she adds a hopeful, “please?”

“oh, alright. just please don’t leave me alone with them at any moment.”

the club is too noisy for your liking. the music is louder than usual and there's twice as many people. everyone seems to be having a good time, trying to forget the string of bad luck they’ve had with recent games. well, everyone except you. your mind is running a mile a minute, dreading the moment mason shows up with her.

this bad feeling wasn’t going away, especially when you realised everyone was here, minus him. was the date going so well that they had lost track of time, lost in each others presence? were they already in love and eloping? god, you needed another drink.

you’re sat at one of the booths, opposite sophia and kai. she’s kept true to her word, sticking by you to make sure you’re not alone when the impending doom comes. they’re both drinking and enjoying the night, making sure to include you in all the conversations. you’ve tried to contribute and match their moods, not wanting to bring them down. it just wasn’t working. your brain won’t shut up about mason and it’s become quite depressing.

kai slides you a shot glass filled with who knows what, “drink, you’ll feel better.”

trying to muster up a genuine smile, “thanks, I just don’t feel too well tonight.”

sophia and him exchange a long look before they give you a sympathetic smile. they’ve seen the sadness in your eyes and how you keep glancing at the entrance behind them. you can see them having a conversation, an argument with their eyes. sophia reaches across the table to grab your hand, “we can leave, want us to walk you home?”

“no, stay, enjoy your night off.” you begin to get up and gather your stuff. trying to give them your best, fake smile, “it’s not far and I could use this time to think.”

“going straight home?” kai ask, not looking up as he’s too busy texting.

“straight home- i'll text you when i’m there.” you direct the last part to sophia, giving a small wave as you leave the booth.

stepping out into the cold night, you’re met with a busy crowd of people walking on the sidewalks. the world seems so happy tonight, even the stars are shining bright. it’s as if they're all mocking you right now.

as you continue down the road, your traitorous mind begins to think about mason. you’re reflecting on your unrequited love, on how he’s never shown to feel the same about you. the universe was cruel for having you meet the sweetest, most handsome man on the planet and making him just your friend. every step you take brings forward a detail you love about him. how he throws his head back when he laughs, how he actually laughs with his whole body. how he always has to be touching you one way or another, let it be a hand on your lower back or your pinkies interlocked (something all good friends probably do, right?). another step, another thought of how he’s always the first person you want to tell good and bad news to. once, he confided that he thought the exact same thing about you, and said he “just wanted to tell you everything, always”. you’re positive you’d follow that man to the ends of the earth.

years of pining and yearning and obsessively waiting for just a crumb of attraction back. that’s all you’ve ever asked the universe for. you scoff to yourself as you round the street to your flat. if the universe was ever so kind, it’d deliver mason to your doorstep, wrapped up in a bow.

once you’re stood in front of your door, you keep true to your word and dial sophias number.

“hey soph,” you can barely hear her response, the club music bleeding out from the background. digging your keys out of your bag, you continue, “well, i just wanted to let you know I just got home.”

“oh, uhm good,” she sounds hesitant. “is mason not there yet?”

what?

“no.” you trail off. “why the bloody hell would mason be here?”

instead of answering, she hangs up. or maybe the signal was too weak that the call disconnected. still confused by her question and lack of answers, you call her again. no answer. you call again, no answer. more muddled than before, you dial kai’s number. maybe sophias phone just died?

too busy cursing kai for not answering either, you don't hear the car parking right in front of you. the universe was being too cruel to you today, it was really unfair.

when you do notice the looming car in the dimly lit street, you panic. frantically, you’re trying to find your pepper spray as a shadowy figure gets out of the car. your voice cracks, “don’t come any closer! i’ve been trained in the arts of karate!”

“you took one lesson when you were nine, spare me.”

you hear masons laugh as he says it. your body betrays you and instantly relaxes when it hears that wonderful sound. it feels like home and spring and everything nice.

“mason,” you're confused and sad and in love and your heart won’t stop beating a mile a minute. in seconds, he’s met you at the tops of the stairs. “what are you doing here? didn’t you have those plans with your special friend?”

“i did.” the idiot has the audacity to blush. cheeks rosy and he’s looking very shy all of a sudden. gone is all the confidence he’s always oozing. “but the more time i tried to spend with her, the more i realized i couldn’t be there because i was in love with someone else.”

“cheers.” you force a weak smile. “good news for you, bad news for your friend.”

you don’t know what else to say. knowing he’s on a date with someone hurts but him flat out telling you he’s already in love with a different girl? it’s a knife to the heart.

mason looks at you in disbelief. he couldn’t believe you weren’t getting what he was trying to confess to you. “yeah well, i told kai to try to stall you while I got to the club but he texted me, freaking out, that you were leaving. told me to come straight here, instead.”

“why?” you take a step back, anxious about where this is going.

“why?” he repeats, taking a step closer to you. “so I could tell the girl that I love, that I’m stupidly in love with her. and to hope she’ll say it back.”

“you’re in love with me?” you’re barely able to whisper. you have to point a finger to your chest, still not convinced he could be talking about you.

“yes,” he takes another step closer when you take another one back. “I kept dragging the date along, hoping to feel an ounce of what I feel when we’re together and I couldn’t. I probably sound like a complete prick saying I realized my feelings for you while on a date with someone else, i’m sorry. but I just kept wishing it was you with me, I kept hoping to hear your voice. I love your voice, have I ever even told you that? because I do, it’s really lovely. just like your face, I think your face is really lovely. everything about you, really.”

he was rambling, and gods help him, it looked like he hadn't exhaled once throughout his whole speech. you kept trying to say something, hoping to give him a chance to catch his breath. but just like him, your brain was short circuiting.

“you love me?” was all you could manage. your mind still couldn’t comprehend this was truly happening. the universe couldn’t be this kind.

“I have for the longest time, I was just too dense to realize it.”

“oh god, mason!” you can’t help but laugh at this bizarre situation. “i’ve loved you since forever but I didn’t think you felt the same. ask sophia, she knows. kai probably knows, too.”

“no way,” mason shakes his head, looking down at you. “he would always tell me to ask you out but i’d tell him you’d never see me that way. he called me stupid many, many times.”

“so everyone knew we were two idiots that couldn’t see we loved each other?” you look up at him, baffled. at this point, he had trapped you between him and the front door. him pressed against you, hands sneaking around your waist. instinctively, your hands find their way onto his shoulders. his body heat was making you feel dizzy, you didn’t even try to fight the lovesick smile on your face.

“‘m afraid so, love.”

from an outsider's perspective (sophia and kai and, basically, the whole team), it was kind of endearing how you two could be so dense to such obvious pining. yet, at the same time, very frustrating.

you had imagined kissing mason millions of times. you imagined how soft his lips would be, if those ridiculously expensive breath mints he was always chewing really did taste like strawberries. you had spent countless nights dreaming of how he would hold you, of how gentle or in control he would be.

for the first time tonight, you decide to have courage and meet mason halfway. here he is, putting his heart on his sleeve and the least you can do is the same. bodies already together, all you need to do is raise your tiptoes and brush his lips. it’s shy and nervous, more of a touch than a kiss. that’s not enough to satisfy mason, though. not wanting to wait any longer, his hands go up to your head and bring your mouth to his.

and your imagination? nothing compared to the real thing. it’s messy and desperate and you feel both of you smile into it. oh, those stupid mints really do work.

you only pull away when it is absolutely necessary for air and not a second sooner. both of you adorn stupidly sick smiles as he tries to chase your lips. trying to find something to say, you’re at a loss for words. your mind hasn’t been able to recover, mentally doing somersaults. you finally have him, the way you’ve wanted him for the longest time. so why speak? nothing else has to be said right now. you both know everything you want to say to each other. in a way, you two have always known. plus, how could you say anything else when he’s already leaning in for another kiss?

loving mason was a wonderful thing but having him love you back? the gods and universe and fates couldn’t have given you anything more heavenly.

#mason mount fluff #mason mount #mason mount x reader #mason mount imagine #mason mount x you

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joaofelix70 · 8 months

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69 WITH JOÃO FÉLIX | a concept.

author's note: first of all, thank you for reading this and my first story that was boycotted by his ex's fans, lmao (i know joão's flopping here, actually) 💀

many people are not writing for him anymore and that's why i'm doing justice to him, so you're welcome, lol. please, tell me what you think about this work, polite feedbacks are VERY appreciated. i get inspired in the morning and wrote it kinda quickly. really random, but i need to say how obsessed i am with joão being religious, like this gif shows. the way he's crossing himself, kissing his hand and pointing to the sky 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

I'M CRYING, SOBBING ON MY KNEES AND BEGGING HIM TO HAVE A RELIGIOUS FAMILY WITH ME. also, my requests are open. i'm waiting for you to talk to me there <3

warnings: self-explanatory sex position. +18 content. smut, nsfw without context. plus, he's also fingering you here (our dream 😭).

words: 461.

"holy shit, what a good pussy. i missed it, princesa (princess). i missed you!" his fingerprints wrap in your midst of the hot, overflowing fountain: causing an insatiable thirst, to which no other substance would be able to succumb.

"i always need you so badly, gatinho (handsome). i fucking belong to you!" your whimpers exude despair in the name of pleasure, making joão laugh and his ego to inflate.

"of course you do! all this shit, all this is only mine. fuck, i'm such a lucky guy." your walls tighten and compress his beautiful bones, sending sinful sensations to his area of hardness and dampness. then, you're empty. his tongue curls around his fingers, appetizing you.

"so fucking delicious!" wet kisses are deposited on your neck and boobs: delighting his face on each, vehemently sucking and biting them.

"use my body to show it, joão. i'm yours!" your hands involve around the structure of his cock, lips swallowing the resplendent pre-cum from the head and witnessing it run down your chin. stroking and tasting the testicles, you lift your mouth and enter every inch of it into your throat, scratching his toned tights. your hair is pulled by félix and your head guided to have him deeper, completely.

"yeah! just like that! be the good and grateful girl that you are. i'm so proud of you, princesa." joão's destabilized, moaning in portuguese, echoing your name with his beautiful accent, while eyes are closed. however, he doesn't stop. his saliva spread throughout the shape of your torso, hickeys pigmenting the place below where you're most begging to be touched. his mouth explores your intimacy, painting formats and drawings, like you're his work of art: his nose rubbing your clit and offering continual instigations, the tip of his tongue persistently granting the beg leave in the entrance. so he persists, controlling your greedy movements against his face: firm pressure on your waist.

"let me know when you're close, ok? wanna take care of you!" félix grabs your ass, flattening and reddening your skin. tears are shed over your flushed face, your voice weakened after so many verbal liberations. you hold his dilating dick and slap it on your cheek, teasing it through licks and your light, sensitive touch.

"tell me how much you love me, gatinho. i deserve this for being your good girl who is about to cum on your face." you testify his acts getting intensified: ecstasy, along with sexual spasms, protruding from joão. his head goes back and, at this point, he's worshiping you. you're his religion.

"i fucking love you, y/n. gonna cum in your precious mouth and throat!"

"that's my man who i fucking love! please, come for me and i'll do the same for you!"

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celestiababie · 10 months

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Cat Cam- W.JH

Pairings: camboy! Jun x gn! reader (kinda)

Genre: just pure smut ngl

Warnings: mild pet play, male masturbation, indirect mentions of other members, cum eating, use of petnames (prettyboy, baby, babyboy, kitten) reader's username is princesspeach so jun calls them princess at one point. tbh this is just jun jerking off..idk what else to add

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: Okay so, I meant to post this a while ago, but a lot was going on in my personal life. Sorry that it's so short...and I didn't edit it that much, but I hope you enjoy it anyway! Feedback is always appreciated, please don't be a silent reader!

"Oh! There's a package from sweet_tangerines. Thank you very much! The last item you sent ended up being my most viewed clip when I used it, so I have a good feeling about this one," Jun said as he waved the box to the camera.

Jun winks into the camera, causing an influx of horny messages to scroll by on his screen, and the tips he made sure to thank as he opened up the package set in his lap.

Truthfully this was what he loved most about his job, the attention. How he could do anything, and his viewers would eat it up graciously, leaving messages that made his ego (and something else) swell.

At first, it meant to be a side hustle, a way to dig him out of the student debt and bills he was suffocating in. His paychecks sure as hell weren't cutting it, and he needed an answer to his problems fast.

Really fast.

Luckily for Jun, his prayers were answered one fateful night while browsing his favorite pornsite, cock in hand. Yeah, he was struggling, but everyone deserves to make themselves feel good. And if he was paying for his phone not to get shut off, he might as well make good use of the wonders of the internet.

Usually skipping over the ads, he couldn't help but hover his finger over the button, tilting his head as a light bulb went off in his head as he watched a girl in the ad promote a cam website.

Jun never considered himself egotistical, but he was far from blind to his attractiveness. He had a handsome face, a body he worked hard for despite taking up extra shifts at his job, and a pretty cock, in his opinion. Who wouldn't want to watch him jerk off? He could do that for a few months, and all his problems would be solved.

And so he did, making an account and gaining traction pretty quickly due to his looks and how much he interacted with the audience.

A year later, he was still going live for his viewers, not just for the money, but because jerking off without thousands of eyes on him didn't do it for him anymore. He needs the attention to cum; the times he tried without left him only more sexually frustrated than before he began.

Another perk of the job was undoubtedly the gifts he received over the year, but with the package in his lap now opened, he was starting to question his audience's sanity.

Jun typically refrained from kink shaming, but a pair of cat ears? Really?

"Sweet_tangerines, I'm not sure what you expect me to do with this, but I'll put it on just for you," Jun shyly smiled into the camera before going off-screen, causing his viewers to start guessing what the item could be.

sweet_tangerines: he's gonna look so CUTE!!

dinonono: is it a thong? I'm betting on a thong

gyubear97: I don't know what it is but I want it to be a thong 💓

princesspeach: whatever it is, I know our baby boy will look so sexy

princesspeach tipped 500 coins!

Jun hears his tips go off from the corner of his room as he adjusts the cat eats on his head. A blush washed over him at the sound signifying a big tip, knowing exactly who it was.

His favorite reoccurring viewer was going to watch him pleasure himself dressed up in cat ears…

Jun took one last look in the mirror before making his way back to his desk, his head out of frame due to his height and hiding the surprise from everyone. Once he plopped down onto his chair, he was sure his computer was ready to crash with how fast the chat was moving.

His shyness slowly faded as he tried to keep up with the messages as much as possible.

"I see that you guys like the cat ears. We should all thank sweet_tangerines for this generous gift," his deep voice rang out to his audience, almost as if he was teasing them for enjoying this so much.

But truthfully, he was enjoying it just as much.

Maybe not the cat ears specifically, but all the attention he was receiving because of it sure had an effect, his cock straining against his jeans, a visible tent forming, which people quickly took note of.

princesspeach: the kitty is getting hard already. you haven't even touched yourself. you should show us, pretty boy.

Jun bit his lip as he caught your message in the sea of others, making eye contact with the camera knowing you were paying full attention to him.

His hand mindlessly starts rubbing his thigh, inching further up until he palms himself, squeezing the sides of his shaft through his jeans and giving some relief. His head tilts back in his chair, eyes closing as he basked in the fact thousands were watching him tease himself.

princesspeach: show us your pretty cock

princesspeach tipped 300 coins!

The sound of another big tip forces Jun's eyes open, reading out the message and thanking you for the tip as he stands up to shimmy out of his jeans.

He takes his sweet time taking off his underwear, the band of his boxers sliding along his cock before his full length slaps against his toned abdomen, another wave of messages causing his cock to twitch.

Sitting back down, he makes eye contact with his webcam again with his cock in his hand. He slowly begins to pleasure himself, feeling his veins pulse in his grip as he moves his hand up and down along his shaft.

"How was everyone's day? I hope all of you can lay down and relax with me," he practically purrs, his deep voice rumbling in his chest.

princesspeach: how’s your hand feel, kitten? your cock is leaking so much

“Fuck, it feels so good. I wish it was you around my cock instead, baby…” Jun’s eyes flutter at the sight of the nickname, his cock jolting in response, a bead of precum leaking out of the slit of his tip. He presses his finger against the sticky substance, pulling his finger away, causing a trail of his precum to follow his finger, glistening in the mood lighting in his bedroom, driving his viewers further into a state of desire.

His intense gaze captivates his audience through the camera as he brings his finger to his lips, his tongue darting out to lick his arousal off his fingertip before sliding two digits into his wet mouth, his tongue swirling around them as his other hand takes hold of his cock, jerking himself off faster this time around.

gyubear97: oh my fucking god this is so hot…i’m not gonna last

dinonono: me neither tbh, the cat ears are a nice touch

sweet_tangerines: shit, he always looks good

princesspeach: see how many people love seeing you jerk that pretty cock, kitten? I bet you love the attention

princesspeach: such a pretty slut for us

princesspeach: I’d love to stuff your cock in my mouth, make you cum down my throat

Jun can’t help but focus solely on your messages, the words flying by fast, but fueling his pleasure, getting closer and closer to his impending climax.

Jun takes a second to tug his shirt over his head, finally giving his viewers a good look at his stunning body, the mood lighting emphasizing the hills and valleys of his abs. He chuckles at the immediate response he receives while he readjusts the cat ears on his head that nearly fell off his head while removing his shirt.

He sits back in his chair, his right hand quickly moving back to his cock, his left one rubbing up and down his stomach before inching further up to tease at his nipples, moans slipping out of him as more precum leaks out of his cock, making it easier to fuck himself with hand.

At some point, Jun’s eyes close fully, losing himself to the pleasure as his head falls back on the headrest of his chair, his adam’s apple bobbing as he desperately tries to swallow his moans but fails miserably.

Almost anyone would agree that this was one of the most sinful sights they ever laid their eyes upon.

The man's body on full display, cute cat ears adorning his head despite his acts being anything but cute. How the perspiration on his body glistened as he got more worked up, the dark red flush of his cock as it leaked precum continuously, his cock glossy from his arousal and emphasizing every vein along his shaft.

princesspeach: babyboy gonna cum for us?

princesspeach tipped 300 coins!

princesspeach: cum for me baby

princesspeach: I'll cum with you

The notification sound of your tip forces his eyes to reopen, making the grave mistake of looking at the messages that followed.

Jun's hips stutter, fucking into his hand uncontrollably as he finally falls over the edge, his whole body burning hot as flashes of pleasure run through his body.

"T-thank you for the tip, p-princess," he moans out, thick globs of cum slipping out of his slit and onto his hand as he desperately tried to ride out his orgasm for as long as possible.

Once it felt like too much, he finally pulled his hand away from his softening cock, reveling in the light and blissful feeling he get when he had an intense orgasm. He pants heavily, taking a good couple of minutes to regain control of himself before he blinks up at the ceiling.

dinonono: damn, he came more than usual today

sweet_tangerines: i hope he uploads today's stream…i need to rewatch it

gyubear97: I already came twice…

Jun finally looks back into the camera, a subtle smirk across his lips as he raises his cum covered hand to his face to lick it off.

princesspeach: does the kitten like cleaning himself off? tastes good, doesn't it?

Jun chuckles softly at your comment as he licks off the remainder of his cum.

"I think it's time I wrap up this stream, guys. I had a lot of fun and hope all of you enjoyed yourselves as well. I'll do another stream in two days but don't worry! Tonight's stream will be posted to hold you over in the meantime. Have a good night, everyone!"

Jun winks into the camera before waving goodbye, his free hand moving to his desk to stop his stream.

He lets out a huff as he leans back in his chair, too lazy to get fully cleaned and dressed just yet, but the ringing of his phone from his bedside table forces him to get up out of his chair.

He rolls his eyes despite the blush on his face when he sees who's calling, taking a deep breath before sliding his thumb across to answer.

"Did you have to call me right after I closed the stream?"

"Oh shush, I'm only calling to ask if I should come over tomorrow since you won't be live."

Jun bites his lip at the offer, his mind thinking back to the times he's had you in his bed.

"You can come over, baby. I'll even wear the cat ears since you seemed to like them so much," he purrs into the phone.

"I'll hold you to that, kitten."

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creedslove · 8 months

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Bringing Pedro boys to meet your family for the first time. My heart is just melting thinking about those confirmed men being nervous and whispering to you in searching for some comfort and reassurance.

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

A/N: this is soooo cute I love it 💓❤️

Javier Peña: Javi would be nervous and praying that no one from your family has heard about his reputation or something like that. Of course once he's there, he's not gonna show it, throwing charming smiles here and there, he is able to make your mom giggle and even if he claims he is not good with kids, for some reason your little cousins are obsessed with him

Joel Miller: he's every girl's dream husband and every mother-in-law's dream son-in-law and yet he still manages to feel anxious? As if your family was crazy and wouldn't like him. Truth is: he is afraid of not being good enough, so he's worried you'd find someone better or your family thinking you could do better, but of course that would never happen because you love Joel more than anything in the world and your family knows that, and above all, they recognize how hard-working he is and how lucky you are for getting a man like himself. Also, he's very skilled at making barbecue and he also offers himself to help repairing a few things here and there. Oh, and the little kids from your family can see right through his grumpy face and beg him to bring Sarah over next time so they can play

Agent Whiskey: Jack used to be loved by his first wife's family, so meeting the parents, relatives etc wasn't much a big deal as he felt comfortable and at home with them, so he was very relaxed to meet your family too; he knows some people might like you and some might not and it's okay, no problems at all. When he gets there: driving the Bronco, cowboy boots, hats and aviators, everyone finds him kinda funny, but he is able to win them over as soon as he opens his mouth. He charms the ladies - in a respectful way, of course - impresses the gentleman with his polite and smart conversations and of course entertains the kids with his lasso tricks, he also brings your mom a bunch of fresh, sweet fruits he picked up from his own ranch and a bottle of the Statesman's finest for your dad

Javi Gutierrez: Javi G doesn't go to meet your family, he flies your family to meet him. He doesn't want to be pretentious he just wants to be nice and give your family some spoiling, because he knows they deserve it as much as you do. He would prepare the best accommodations for them, the best menus his employees could ever prepare and also yeah, he would rent an actual movie theater so you all could watch your favorite movies together

Dave York: sure, your boyfriend is an assassin and that might be a deal breaker for some people, so that's why you decide your family doesn't actually have to know that, instead, you just tell them your good, handsome government agent boyfriend is coming over on the weekend to meet them. Dave can be nervous, but he is definitely not showing it to you or anyone. He knows how to keep his shit together, so he will put on some good clothes, get his face smooth and well-shaven, and display one if his big and beautiful smiles and face the challenge. Your family likes Dave, he's very clever and nice and they are happy you found each other

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spinningwebsandtales · 1 year

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Imagine Dancing Under the Star With Vash

Vash the Stampede X FemReader

Rating: T

Warnings: Angst, Suggestive themes

Word Count: 1.2k

(A/N:) SOMEBODY GIVE THIS MAN A HUG! Man I know I have wrote a couple things for Nicholas but I can’t deny Vash is a looker to. But man I want to hug him and make sure nothing bad ever happens to him ever! Poor thing! So this is me trying to give this handsome weirdo the comfort he needs! Enjoy and until next time happy reading! ~Countess

When you had gone to bed laying under the stars and glow of worms, Vash had been right next to you. You slept easier with him by your side not only because of the protection but the warmth as well. You rolled over expecting to find his form but nothing but cooling rock met your wondering hands. Sitting up and blinking sleepily you called out quietly with no answer. You gave him a few moments to return but grew frustrated when no sign of him even appeared. You liked your sleep and you liked being warm while sleeping, so you couldn’t help but be a little grumpy by the blond’s disappearance.

He’d been ran out of another town while the people cursed his very name. Vash liked to act that he was used to this sort of treatment and it didn’t bother him but you knew, it hurt him every time, despite him trying to hide it. You stuck close by never willing to leave his side, especially after these moments of receiving animosity from others who he wanted to protect. Vash always means well even though the majority of the time it ends in disaster.

Wrapping your thin blanket around your shoulders you set out to find him and drag him back to bed. It was cold tonight and you were exhausted. He had found a large mesa for you both to camp out on. It was fairly easy to climb up, but the trek was still exhausting for you. You knew Vash was exhausted himself, but when he was in a state like he is now he’ll keep pushing himself until he drops. It didn’t take long to find him, sitting on the edge with his feet dangling. You blew a stray strand of hair out of your face, ready to do whatever it takes to comfort him. Vash didn’t even look your way when you sat beside him. His bright blue eyes staring vacantly across the land that always seemed to be against him.

“It kinda sucks sleeping without my heater,” you teased after you had given him a few moments of silence in your presence.

“Sorry about that,” he chuckled looking towards you with a sad smile.

“I guess I can forgive you this one time,” you stated before shuffling closer. You draped half the blanket over him before nuzzling into his side. Vash stiffened at first as your body pressed against his before he melted with a sigh.

“Thanks,” he said. You nodded giving him another round of silence before you would press a little further. He needed to talk about it, but that didn’t mean he was not going to be stubborn and hide it with a fake smile. Worms danced around you both, lighting up the night with a bright green flicker. They did freak you out at first until you had grown used to the creatures and now you could say that they were even pretty as they bunched in the sky. You looked back up at Vash watching him hide the tears and forcing them back once more.

“Y’know you can talk to me,” you whispered. “I know you can’t be in a good place right now.”

“It’s fine,” he replied flatly.

You glared at him, “No it’s not fine. Vash, you don’t deserve to be treated that way. No matter what you’re just trying to help!”

“Honestly,” he looked away knowing that you would get mad at him, “I think I hurt more than I help.”

You huffed before elbowing him in the ribs, “If I didn’t love you so much I’d push you off this cliff. You’ve helped me a lot and I’m much better off for it.”

“Yeah,” he said bitterly, “I’ve gotten you shot at, almost killed, and now you get to sleep outside under the worm lit sky.”

“I actually think that wormy sky is really pretty now thanks to you.”

He turned and smiled but you gripped his cheeks causing his lips to pucker.

“Stop it. You don’t have to fake smile for me. It never reaches your eyes,” you released him, “and it breaks my heart.”

“Sorry,” he dropped the smile.

“And stop apologizing!”

“So...,” Vash stopped at your glare. “I get it.”

“I hate it when you’re sad,” you huffed. “It’s like I can never get you to cheer up. You just bounce back like a ball, it’s a little annoying.”

Vash chuckled quietly. “Wanna dance? It’ll make me feel better.”

You were floored by the request and it seemed like you couldn’t get up fast enough. You had become so close to the man they call Stampede and you couldn’t deny feelings were growing deep inside. Your womanly wants couldn’t deny his handsome features despite the goofy attitude. You took his offered hand the warmth of his skin seeping into yours while the cool of the metal tingling against your waist. He hummed a nameless tune while pressing you closer into his chest. You reached up stroking the hair from his eyes and he pressed in further enjoying the gentle touch.

“You have such a handsome face,” you purred.

“Careful you don’t want to stroke my ego too much,” he warned teasingly.

“Please,” you blew a raspberry. “You’re the only man on this forsaken sand pit that needs to get a little bit of an ego. Cause honey you ain’t got one.”

“Hey,” he laughed holding onto you tighter. You squeezed back, just holding him while the sky came alive with the buzz of worm wings. You both didn’t need music, as just swaying to the natural rhythm of the land was enough. Vash had a hint of the smell on him mixed in with his natural musk. You didn’t know how you made it so far without him but when you looked up from his hold to see that genuine smile finally pulling at his lips you felt overjoyed.

“Finally got you to smile for real.” You brushed his cheek once again. Vash leaned down getting closer to you. You searched his face quietly seeking answers to his deepest secrets within the depths. But they were going to be hard to unbury and it would take time, and you were willing to give all the time you needed to discover what makes Vash, Vash.

Vash leaned closer and you knew exactly what he wanted so you opened yourself to him and he took his chance. His lips started gentle before picking up pace. You moaned into his mouth pulling him closer as the green light painted you both in the night. He pulled away panting gently as you kept a hold on him. You kissed the side of his mouth before pulling away but still keeping a grip on his metal hand.

“Let’s get some sleep you handsome typhoon,” you yawned.

“Your wish is my command,” he bowed comically.

“Good! My wish is to be warm,” you started walking and he followed. “Come on heater the night is a wasting and I am not one to pass up good sleep.”

Vash chuckled again helping to ease you down onto the ground. He followed suit nestling beside you with an arm wrapped around your waist. Your scent comforted him and the feel of you against him brought good memories.

“Goodnight Vash,” you mumbled already falling asleep.

“Goodnight,” he replied waiting a little longer after you succumbed to fall asleep. He wondered what he did to deserve you until he too fell asleep. Maybe time would answer that question for him, but until then he wouldn’t question it much as he was thankful for you.

#Vash X Reader #Vash / Reader #Vash the Stampede X Reader #Vash the Stampede / Reader #Trigun #Trigun Stampede #Vash Imagine #Trigun Imagine #Imagine #Not My Gif #My Writing

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jiminiecrickets · 5 months

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How betrayed and hurt would jungkook be if he ever found out through his bf that a close friend of him and the guys came onto him very aggressively, as in actually trying to get him to leave jungkook. And how would he react? Could we maybe get a little fic based on that?

sfw. warnings for alcohol consumption, blood/wounds described, probable continuity errors, and bc i am bad at choosing names :[ iykyk whoops

2k words lol. this really is a 'little fic'

"you deserve better than him."

his words are like poison in your ears. even in your memories, you can't knock off the venomous edge of his voice seared into your head.

you should tell him. it's a moral obligation. you really, really should tell him.

but jungkook is so, so sweet and so, so kind. in some manners, he's naïve to the ways of love, averse to the concept of hook-up culture and the pressures of transactional sex. he needed physical intimacy in an ascending staircase: touches, hugs, kisses, then the bed. it was comfortable for him – it felt natural, a gentle progression.

it'd break him to know that his own friend, someone he graduated high school with, was trying to take you away from him for something so small as the refusal to let you see him bare.

you like to think of yourself as a non-confrontational person, but it's getting particularly hard when someone's making fun of your boy. he knows it's bad – that it's wrong. he only says anything when hoseok, taehyung, and yoongi aren't in hearing range.

you sit at the dining table, twisted halfway in a chair to chat with hoseok by the sink and yoongi struggling with brownies. taehyung is eating the chocolate chips straight out of the bag, much to yoongi's exasperation.

taking a seat next to you, hongjin places a hand over yours, itself grasping a short glass. a small puddle of golden whiskey remains at the bottom. your gaze flickers down, sharp and guarded.

he smiles, eyes glimmering. "you drink well. you should come out clubbing with us more often."

"thanks, but it's not really my scene," you reply, shifting your hand on top of your glass when he moves the bottle of whiskey closer and moves to pour some. "i'm good."

he sits back, popping the cork back into the bottle. he crosses his arms, smiling at you unsettlingly. you shift your overshirt tighter over your chest, as if you could defend yourself with it in some way. it's a little too warm with it, even with the sleeves rolled up to your elbows, but you're not taking it off. not now.

"taehyung! stop eating the chips! i need them right now and i swear, if there aren't enough left, i'm going to gut you like a fish."

"why do you even need them?" he pouts. "brownies are already all chocolate, you don't need more!"

hoseok snorts. "they're not even that tasty by themselves, taehyung. i have better chocolates in the pantry if you want them."

taehyung clutches the small white bag to his chest. "no. i like these ones."

"you're such a toddler, taehyung, just give me the bag!"

taking the opportunity of their commotion, hongjin leans closer and nudges your knuckles with his fingers, playful. he's tall, handsome, a nice-enough guy, but he can be a bit presumptuous at times – like his opinion is the only right one. there was a reason there was a group chat without him in it.

"so, you're not really planning on staying with little jungkook, are you? you're just his second boyfriend – ever. he's twenty-three and still cries easily. you're not worried that he's a bit, i don't know... immature?"

"no...?" you say slowly. "he can take care of himself, and he's a fast learner. he has an emotional insightfulness that i didn't have at that age. i don't see how such sensitivity is immature – if anything, i'd call it maturity."

he chuckles, shrugging. "yeah, okay. mature, but too shy to let you fuck him? it's, what – five, six months now? c'mon."

"five," you supply, voice flat. "what does it matter to you?"

he notices your grip on the glass, tendons tense and bulging against your skin. briefly, he lifts his hands in surrender. "relax, i'm just teasing. you don't think it's weird that he needs to be cosseted like that, though? that he's taking it – you – so slow that he can barely hold your hand in front of us without getting embarrassed?"

"i'm not cosseting him, nor do i care that his values are different from yours. you're—" you chuckle, gesturing discreetly "—you're doing the thing again, hongjin. the thing that makes people not like you."

he laughs and rolls his eyes, taking it more of a joke than you hoped. he has a dimple in his left cheek, and god, if he could just stop doing that single thing, he'd be so much more likeable.

"that really doesn't bother you? wow. you're, like, a paragon of patience. i could never. hey, listen," he leans in, "what do you do, then? when you wanna, but you can't because of him?"

"then i find that gratification elsewhere," you say with a hint of incredulity. what does he expect? "i'm very happy to wait until jungkook wants to, if at all. alright, i'm not for censoring sexuality, but can we talk about something else?"

"if at all? shit, man. you sure you don't mind? i could talk to him, if you like. maybe all he needs is a little push in the right direction. or, maybe you'd wanna set aside your baggage, go out and window-shop...?"

he smiles, coy. your grip tightens around the glass until it hurts.

lowly, you ask, "are you suggesting i break up with jungkook in order to find someone else to satisfy my need for sexual intimacy?"

he laughs. "oh, the way you talk – you sound like a doctor, or something. i like it." he shrugs, humming. "boiled down to its simplest form: yeah, i am. he's not good enough for you. surely a handsome guy like yourself won't have much trouble finding someone willing to go the extra mile, yeah?" he shifts back in his seat and spreads his hands, and you know for a fact that it's an invitation, a suggestion. you've seen that smile before, confident and assured.

he winks.

the glass in your hand shatters with a sharp crack and the tinkle of its shards hitting the table, rolling onto the floor, is melodic. a harp, perhaps, and a triangle.

in an instant, hoseok and taehyung are at your sides, frantically asking you what happened and inspecting your bleeding palm. yoongi rushes for clean cloths from the bathroom, returning just as you pick out a large shard of glass and whip out a tissue from the box on the dinner table. you place the bloodied piece on it, apologising to hoseok as sincerely as you can while trying not to lunge at the wide-eyed motherfucker across from you.

"i just set it down too hard, i think, i'm so sorry," you say as hoseok grabs a couple of tissues and brushes the tiny shattered pieces from your clothes. "ah, shit, got glass fucking everywhere..."

if he notices your unusual use of expletives, he doesn't mention it, telling you instead not to worry – it's just a cup, it's like seventy cents, at least we're all wearing slides.

you angle your gaze towards hongjin, and you take a sick satisfaction in the way he flinches from your eyes.

taehyung, the poor thing, is chanting hospital, hospital under his breath. as yoongi cups your hand in cloth to stop you bleeding all over the place, he takes you to the bathroom to wash the wound out.

plural, you realise. wounds.

"jesus, how tight were you holding that thing?" yoongi asks, staring at the separated edges of a large slash across your palm. the other ones are smaller, and you're surprised about how much it doesn't hurt. adrenaline does wonders for the human body.

"i think taehyung was right," you say mildly. "that one looks like it needs stitches."

"hold these to it and don't show him or he'll faint," yoongi orders, "and get into my car. i'll call jungkook."

—

with the speed jungkook gets to your home, it's as if he flew. he finds you seated neatly on the edge of the bed, flipping through a book with one hand.

"hyung!" he flies over, and you have just enough time to stand up before he's crashing into your chest. "when yoongi-hyung c-called me to say he was at the hospital because of you, i almost had a heart attack! are you okay? does it hurt? why are you here? what happened? are you going to die—?"

"calm – calm down, baby, please," you try, huffing a short laugh as he strokes your hair and guides you back down onto the bed. he cups your face, searching you for injuries the nurses might have missed.

"calm down," he squawks, "calm down? you were in a hospital! explain – right now!"

"you want the truth, or the truth i told the others?"

his grasp lessens slightly, his huge glossy eyes staring up at you with unshed tears. his chest heaves from his sprint down the block to the entrance. "th-there's a difference...?"

with your good hand, not wrapped in gauze, you stroke his wrist, leaning into his touch. you sigh. "you know how hongjin is, right?"

he shrugs. "well, yeah – bit of a bastard, like the rest of us."

"i'm afraid he's a different kind of bastard from the rest of you," you admit. "here – let me take your bag. how was class?"

"don't ask me how class was when you've only got one working hand," he snaps, wresting his backpack from you and dumping it in the corner. he drops back to the bed, collecting your hand in his and pressing it against his cheek. he pulls himself into you, legs tangled with yours.

you can feel his heartbeat through his back, quick and anxious like a rabbit. "i'm sorry, bunny," you say, the nickname rolling easily off of your tongue. he doesn't seem to mind it, and you continue. "you know how much i love you, hm? how you're my beautiful, perfect boy, and how i wouldn't change a thing about you for the world?"

he glances away briefly, heat rising to his cheeks for a soft pink glow. "yeah, hyung, you never shut up about it..."

"just making sure you know i have a crush on you," you tease gently, and he scoffs, burying his face in your shoulder. out of your sight, a big smile adorns his lips.

"sure, if i was dory or that guy from memento," he mumbles. "just tell me, please. why is your hand wrapped up in gauze?"

you pause. exhale.

he deserves the truth. the whole of it.

you cup the nape of his neck, playing with the soft hairs there, and he presses his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. he waits, patiently, for you.

"alright. hongjin seems to be under the impression that all romances require sex as a major component," you whisper. "he thinks that we aren't doing enough together, as a couple."

he clicks his tongue. "he thinks that because he's constantly searching for vulnerability he can control. why's he so concerned over us?"

here comes the hammer of dawn. "er... he wants us to break up... so he can sleep with," you wince, "me."

jungkook goes absolutely fucking still.

after several seconds, you pull away slightly, opening your eyes, but jungkook doesn't shift an inch. you're not even sure he's breathing.

"baby...? bunny, talk to me."

he sucks in a steady breath. "did you hurt your hand by hitting him, hyung?"

"no – no, i squeezed a glass i was holding too tightly and it cut me when it broke. i couldn't hurt your friend."

in one smooth motion, jungkook stands up. it's almost mechanical.

your gaze flicks down to his hands, clenched into white-knuckled fists at his sides. they loosen and tighten, and you get the distinct stone-drop feeling he's flexing his fingers to ready them. you fold a hand tightly around his wrist and give him a warning look.

"jungkook... whatever you're thinking, step me through it."

"you might not hurt a friend," he begins, voice uncannily smooth, "but that's why they say opposites attract."

#asks #jungkook x male reader #seven days a week

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rocketyship · 6 months

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What don't you like about the '' i have no mouth but i must scream'' game versions of the characters? ( except ellen's story because that's understandable …)

OH HONEY LET ME TELL YOU!!!! As you said like most people I don’t like Ellen’s and it is understandable. But besides her I strongly dislike what they did with Gorrister, Benny, and especially Nimdok.

Gorrister: In the original text before AM took him he was a peace activist, a rights marcher, he was a man with intense morals that AM broke. That concept alone is just so fascinating to me. Our morals are what shapes as a human being, they affect every aspect of our daily life and AM took them and broke them and he ruined this man with a great sense of justice and turned him into just another shoulder-shrugger. Whilst what the game did to him was not that outrageous, I just don’t like him being a truck driver red-neck type. Personally I imaged Gorrister as someone very educated, well-spoken, and likely someone who may have played a role in the war which would add so many more layers to the story if that was the case.

Benny: This man was the biggest missed opportunity, and what they decided to do to him in the game just breaks my heart. In the og story and the radio adaptation there was the idea of Benny being a brilliant scientist, well respected, world renowned, he was handsome, and he was gay. AND AM TOOK ALL OF THAT FROM HIM. AM literally broke and blended this man so much that when you put his life during the war and the one after it, it’s like to different people. And then there is this opportunity, this idea that game missed out on. In the book Ted called him luckily because he’s had everything taken from him and doesn’t even know it, but like what if he does? What if he is still conscious and trapped in his head and literally unable to do anything about it. And when AM decides to turn his eyes to jello, then Damn!!! He is just stuck in this dark void where he feels this pain, hears it, but can do nothing about it. AM turned what seemed like a cool dude into a horrific animal and that’s so fascinating to me. The problem with game Benny being “a monster” before AM took them, also kind of defeats the horror of the whole twisting him into one. Like I don’t care that this terrible war person has been forced to devolve, he kind of deserves it, like what is he gonna learn about himself? What is he gonna confront? “Oh I’m such a bad person!” I’m pretty damn sure he knew that already and just didn’t care. Where’s the tragedy? What reason do I have to be entertained, horrified and sympathetic to this dude? No reason. He just sucks

Nimdok: Why the actual f*ck is he a n@zi?!?! Like I like the idea of all the survivors being from all over the world and not just American, but why in every damn piece of media are German characters always n@zis?!?! In fact, since he is one I don’t care what happens to him, I don’t care about his regrets, or the “nice” things he decides to do in the HOLOGRAPHIC WORLD. HE DESERVES TO SUFFER AND THAT IS THAT. I HATE IT. I HATE IT. AM’s hate and torturing of humanity is meant to pointless. He picked these humans cause they were either everything he desired to have and be, or by possible chance. Normal people, perhaps even good people, he twisted into this way. In the og story it was so vague what was up with Nimdok, the only clue to him being German was Ellison’s dramatic reading of the story where he puts on a accent for him. The horror is that this older man has been given a speed run on Alzheimers, which in itself is Damn scary in real life, he has this fake childlike bravery, this way to aimless believe whatever AM tells him. He doesn’t know his name! His identity is gone! No one is there to help him figure it out, cause the other survivors can’t, there is nothing he can and that’s just that. (I’m actually getting very frustrated right now, so I’ll just stop here).

So yeah. There. That’s my hot takes. Maybe someone will disagree with me, but never in my life have I seen anyone like Nimdok or really his story in the game.

#i have no mouth and i must scream #ihnmaims #am ihnmaims #ted ihnmaims #ihnmaimsloveau #alternate reality #ellen ihnmaims #harlan ellison #ihnmaims game #rant post #allied mastercomputer

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eds6ngel · 8 months

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I'll read anything you write for the teacher au. But yeah I need to know how their first date was and how Alena reacts to it <333 They just deserve to be happy :')

thank you so much nonnie! and they do :)) i hope you enjoy ♡

warnings: dad!steve. singledad!steve. 90s!au. fem!reader. mention of cleavage. swearing. food mentions. alcohol mentions. very fluffy. pet names. mutual pining. platonic stobin being my favourite duo in the world. rovickie being cute as always. alena being the biggest shipper on planet earth. it's just super cute and fluffy really! [2.8k].

full 'when i kissed the teacher' masterlist.

If Steve was being honest with himself, he was scared shitless to go on a date with you.

He tried every possible way to come up with some crappy excuse to say he was busy, but Robin and Vickie egged him on to their heart’s content.

So, that’s where he was now. Robin and Vickie had picked up Alena just over an hour ago, huge purple backpack disproportionally sitting on her body, the seven-year-old toddling out the door with the couple to spend the night at theirs, Steve’s date with you ending past her bedtime.

He felt like he checked himself in the mirror over one hundred times, or maybe he did, he’d lost track at that point.

And once he arrived at your doorstep, he spent five minutes arranging every hair on his head in the rear view mirror, mumbling to himself, “Goddamn Farrah Fawcett, why aren’t you working?”

And from the other side of the door, you were just as nervous as him. Styled in a long, sequin-covered, dark blue dress that reached the floor, hair done up in a loose bun, you almost felt that you were overdressed.

But, with Steve taking you to Enzo’s, a very posh restaurant on the outskirts of Hawkins, you felt you had to look the part.

And thank God you did, because when you opened your front door to him, he was wearing a full-blown suit. White shirt, black tie, black blazer and trousers, he was the smartest you’d ever seen him.

“Jesus…” he mutters to himself, taking in how beautiful you looked. He thought you looked pretty in your modest, child-friendly uniform, but the dress you were wearing? The gorgeous slit up the leg and the v-neck that showed just the perfect about of cleavage? It was enough to make him fall head over heels in love.

You smile at him, replying with a giggle, “Hello to you too, handsome.”

“Shit, um… Yeah, you just… God, you look beautiful. Like… so beautiful.”

You place your hand to your chest, beaming back, “Thank you!” And that’s when he noticed your nails. The overall colour was a gorgeous cream, but the tips matched up perfectly with the colour of your dress. You had been planning this out all week.

“Um… shall we get going? Reservations at 7:30,” he asks.

You hum, “We shall. How far is Enzo’s?”

“Around thirty minutes. You good with that?”

He helps you into the car, making sure your dress doesn’t get caught or tangled, you replying, “I’m good with anything, Steve.”

The drive there had Steve panicking like crazy. Did he put his hand on your thigh? Or was that too soon? Maybe it was too soon. Hold your hand? No, both hands on the steering wheel, he doesn’t want to crash.

And if he wasn’t overthinking that enough, the choice of restaurant was freaking him out even more. Was it too formal? Did you want something more simplistic? Was it too much for a first date?

But, there was no time to worry as he turns left into the parking lot of the restaurant. After being a gentleman, taking your hand and helping you out of his car, you don’t seem to let go, letting your fingers interlace with his. His hands match the softness of when your lips first touched his, delicate and gentle.

“Hi. Um, two for Harrington?”

The waiting staff smiles, directly the two of them to a small, dainty table; covered with a red cloth decorated with golden flowers; in the back corner of the restaurant.

Steve pulls out your chair, you quickly thanking him as he sits opposite you, careful not to waste the woman’s time.

She lays the two menus on the table in front of you, “Here are your menus. Feel free to look at our wine list for the evening. Someone will be over in five to take your orders.”

You both thank her as you open the menus, Steve looking utterly confused at the very well described options.

“Okay, what the hell is an Ore— Orecchiette ai Cime di Rapa? Or a… Vermicelli Alla Puttane— Puttanesca?”

You giggle at him, “Pasta dishes, Steve. I can help you out if you want? I’m pretty accustomed to Italian names.”

He looks up at you in shock, “You speak Italian?”

You shake your head, sighing out, “I wish. I’ve been to Italy before though. So, I’ve done my research into the Italian names for pastas.”

He breathes out, smiling away, moving his hair out of his face with his hand, “I mean… I was thinking if you did, then…” He whistles, making you flirt back, “Better start taking some Italian language courses then.”

Before Steve gets the chance to reply, the waiter returns asking for your drinks. You tell her the fancy name of some simple red wine, Steve ordering the same, even if it wasn’t his drink of choice. He was trying to make you feel as comfortable as possible.

After explaining the different types of pastas they had on offer, he ends up ordering the Tagliatelle al Ragú Alla Bolognese, noticing the key words of foods he likes. You order the Pesto alla Genovese, deciding to add in some well-needed greens into your diet. It was very apparent that you and your roommate Amy had not been the healthiest as of late.

Once the waiter leaves, you lean your head on your hand, laughing to yourself as you ask, “God, this sounds so stupid… But, tell me about yourself, Steve. I mean, I sort of only know you as Alena’s dad, I would like to know about you as a whole.”

“Of course, yeah…” he pauses for a second, trying to make himself sound as interesting as possible. He doesn’t want to steer you away. But, what he doesn’t know is nothing could ever steer you away.

“I grew up here in Hawkins, went to Hawkins High and everything. Worked at an ice cream store and met my best friend Robin there, and then we moved onto working at a video rental store because the mall we worked at burnt down. Stayed there for a couple years until Alena was around two years old. Well, more than a couple… more like seven years,” he chuckles, “Then I moved onto being a bagger at Target, and have been ever since.” He smiles, before shrugging, “I know, I’m a pretty boring person with a pretty crappy job, but I am what I am.”

You reach out to rub your thumbs over the top of his hand, calming the boy, although he wasn’t presenting it on the outside. “I think you’re super interesting, Steve.”

He can’t help but let the smile creep onto his face, “Thank you. I’m sure your life is a lot more interesting that mine though.”

You wave your hand, brushing off his smooth compliment, “Oh please, you wish! Well, I grew up in Missouri, so not super far from here. Had a pretty average childhood, doing average childhood things. But, somehow, on a complete whim mind you, I got onto the education program at Perdue University. Still don’t know to this day how I did that, but nonetheless,” you smile, “Got my college degree and then worked at Hawkins Elementary. And, well… you know the rest of the story.”

He raises his eyebrows at you, “You wish, my ass. That is so much more interesting than mine!”

You open your mouth up in fake shock, “I guarantee you it is not! I’d rather work at Target than be studying 24/7.”

He snorts, “I’d rather do none.”

“Makes the two of us. I’m guessing you’re not much of an academic then?”

The mention of his academics bring back memories he forgot he even had stored in his brain. “You think an academic guy would be working as a bagger at Target?”

You hold your hands up in detest, “Hey, I’m not one to judge! It could’ve been your personal choice!”

“Definitely not.”

The rest of the date went amazingly well. A little too well for your liking. You were waiting for Steve to hate the way you eat, or for you to spill wine down your dress, or trip up on the way out of the restaurant. But, none of that happened. It went perfectly.

Your conversation points varied from favourite childhood memories, to favourite movies (which you judged immensely), to life goals and everything in between. And with each answer Steve gave, you fell more and more in love with him, as did he with you.

The car stops in front of your apartment block, Steve already getting out of the driver’s side and running around to your door, taking your hand and walking you up to the main entrance.

“I— Um, I had fun tonight,” he nervously says, looking down at his feet scuffing along the floor.

“I did too,” you smile, a small blush forming on your face as you grab his right hand, “And I was wondering if you’d like to go out again sometime.”

“Sure,” he blurts out a little too eagerly for his liking, “I’m pretty much free any night of the week. Just need to check with a friend if they can have Alena for the night first.”

“Of course,” you say, “Um… Do you have a pen or anything? I could write down my number and then you can let me know if whatever day we choose is fine? I was thinking maybe Wednesday? We can plan out the details on the phone.”

“Yeah, I do… At least I think. One second,” he pauses, sprinting back down the steps and to his car, leaning through the open window, you giggling at his rushed manner, obviously not wanting to leave you standing there alone for too long.

He returns, holding up a pen and smiling brightly, “Got it! Just, uh…” he pulls up the sleeve of his blazer, “Write it on my forearm.”

“Are you sure? Ink poisoning can be a dangerous thing.” Jesus, you were the cutest.

He brushes it off, “I’ll be fine. And if I do, I’ll happily let you nurse me back to health.”

With a messy scribble of numbers written in blue on the inside of his arm, a part of you was now etched into his skin. It felt like a connection, even if it would trickle right off in the shower he has later tonight.

“There you go!” you smile, clicking the pen off and passing it back to him. Biting your lip, you place a tender kiss to his left cheek, making the poor boy turn bright red. “Thank you for tonight, Steve. I’ll potentially see you Wednesday?”

“Yeah…” he breathes out, “Wednesday.”

And before he knows it, he’s left standing outside your apartment block with a blue pen loosely held in his hand, you leaving him to enter your home.

It was safe to say that you were not leaving his mind anytime soon.

With three raps at the door, it swung open, Alena grinning at him, bouncing on her toes as Robin and Vickie stand tall above her.

“Daddy!” she beams, body-slamming herself into his leg with full force, looking up to him with bright eyes, “How was the date?”

He couldn’t help but tell his daughter the minute he got home from the grocery store earlier that week about his date with you. Let’s just say that he had a very happy child zooming around his house for the next five hours, slightly regretting sharing the news when it took her an extra two hours to fall asleep.

“It went well, pumpkin! Miss. L/N was super nice. She’s a very lovely woman.”

It felt strange calling you by your last name, but he felt you should be the one to share that information with Alena, not sure how quickly you wanted to move past the barrier of being her former teacher.

“Yay!” she bounces, shaking his leg all over the place, him ruffling her hair to calm her down.

“So, did you two kiss?” Robin asks, wiggling her eyebrows at her best friend with a smirk plastered on her face.

“Ew, gross Robin!” he grimaces.

“What?” she defends herself, “You’ve already kissed before! It’s not like I’m way off the mark with that or anything.”

He shakes his head, pinching the bridge between his brows, “No, Robin. She kissed my cheek, that’s it. You happy?”

She scrunches up her face, before blinking rapidly and shaking her head, “You straights are so weird. I kissed Vickie on the first date and we had our own apartment three months later.”

“That’s because you lesbians move exponentially fast!”

“Hey!” Vickie butts in, “I’m bisexual.”

“Fine,” Steve scoffs, the couple knowing that he was only joking with them, “You women… who love other women move exponentially fast!”

“I would just say the straights move exponentially slow…” Robin mumbles, scratching the back of her neck.

Steve shakes his head, “Anyway, we are planning another date next week, so I was wondering—”

“Yes,” both girls say in sync.

“You didn’t even know what I was gonna ask,” Steve asks with a look of confusion on his face.

“Yes, we can look after Alena,” Robin playfully rolls her eyes.

“There’s a second date?” Alena beams.

Steve chuckles, ruffling his daughter’s hair once again, “Yes, pumpkin. There’s a second date.”

“Yes!” she exclaims, clenching her fists together and jumping up and down. “I wanna know about this date, and the next date, and all the dates ever!”

“Of course sweetpea, I’ll tell you during the car ride home, okay?”

She simply giggles, squeezing her eyes tight and showing off all of her teeth, or at least the ones that were there. Her front two were currently missing, her reaching the age where her baby teeth had started to fall out, mysterious dollar notes appearing underneath her pillow every few weeks.

“Besides, I was going to ask because I thought Vickie had that work meeting next Wednesday?” Steve queries.

But, Vickie instantly brushes it off, “Yeah, but Robin can handle her for a few hours on her own, can’t you babe?”

“Of course my love, this little cupcake is the easiest to look after, unlike her father,” she looks up at Steve with a deadpan expression, him sticking his tongue out right back at her, the most age-appropriate gesture he could think of with his seven-year-old attached to his leg. “We’ve got her for the afternoon, overnight, two days, a whole month, however long you need.”

Steve replicates her deadpan expression as she shrugs, “What? If it took you two five years to suck each other’s faces off, I will raise your daughter for the rest of her childhood.”

“Robin!” he shouts at her, signalling down to his little girl, warning her of her more mature use of language.

“Sorry,” she holds her hands up, pursing her lips.

“What my beautiful wife is meaning to say is we will happily have your daughter over whenever you have a date with your girl,” Vickie steps in, taking a more adult approach, Robin’s immaturity still shining through after all these years.

“Thanks Vic,” he smiles, hoisting his daughter up onto his hip with an overexaggerated grunt, pretending she is much heavier than she is, making her giggle, “Right, I better get this toothache home, I’ll see you guys on Wednesday!” He begins to turn around, before looking back and pointing to Vickie, “And good luck with that meeting!”

“Thanks Steve! See you on Wednesday!” she waves at him, Robin smirking and yelling at the top of her lungs, “Bye dingus!”

He shakes his head as he opens the car door, placing Alena down in her car-seat as he makes his way around to the driver’s side. He barely makes it two inches off of Robin and Vickie’s driveway before Alena shouts, “Tell me everything!”

“All right, all right,” he replies, trying not to get too scared by his daughter’s outburst, “Let me get onto the road first and then I’ll give you every last detail, okay?”

“Okay!” she giggles, kicking her feet.

And not only did the questions last the car ride home, but they continued for the rest of the day. Alena wanted to know absolutely everything that went down, from the minute he saw you to the minute he bid farewell. But, he would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it. It was you after all, and even if it was to his seven-year-old daughter, he would talk about you for the rest of his life.

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Sunflowers

You know, it's kind of concerning that it's easier for me to write angst and heartache than it is to write happy fluff. Oh well, I hope you enjoy it and please leave your thoughts in the comments! Thank you to @doubleb11, @nburkhardt, and @carlyv for the prompt ideas!

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Eddie was in over his head. He’d dreamed of dating Steve, of taking him out on dates and being the perfect boyfriend. The problem was, he was all talk. He had no experience with dating and Steve was blowing him out of the water.

Because Steve was the perfect boyfriend and Eddie didn’t know how to handle it. With every whispered flirt or door held open or any other small act of chivalry, all Eddie could do was blush a deep scarlet and pull a chunk of hair in front of his face. Last week, Eddie had choked on his beer because Steve told him he looked handsome under the starlight. Two days ago, Steve came to his set at The Hideout and gave him a thumbs up which caused Eddie to very nearly mess up his lines and fall off the stage. And when Steve picked him up today, he brought both he and Wayne homemade breakfast sandwiches and a thermos of coffee.

How the hell was this guy so good at being a good boyfriend?! Literally, they’re sitting at a picnic at that very moment in a valley in the woods, surrounded by sunflowers, and Steve kept flustering him. Eddie’s face was going to be stained permanently red if he kept blushing like this.

“You look really cute today. I love your Metal guy shirt, it really brings out the softness of your hair.”

Now what the fuck was he supposed to say to that? Steve wasn’t even trying and Eddie could feel his face heating up just from the small comment. He had to one up this guy and fast.

“Um, first of all, it’s Metallica. I know you can read that from there. Also, I don’t know why my hair looks soft. I used the same two-in-one I always do.”

Steve’s face does something complicated, a mix between scandal and constipation. Eddie could tell he was holding himself back from saying something. Oh shit, he said the wrong thing. Flirt Eddie, flirt!

“You look really hot with the sun hitting you like that. And the yellow flowers remind me of your sweater at Lover’s Lake. Very hot. I’m literally sweltering just thinking about it.”

Steve blushed and looked up at Eddie through his eyes. “Yeah?”

“Oh yeah!

Eddie had his opportunity. When Steve blushed down to his neck and looked down at the ground with a soft smile on his face, Eddie plucked the nearest sunflower to them and moved to kneel on one knee in front of him.

“Stevie, my baby, my love, the paladin of my dreams. Would you do me the sacred honor of accepting this sunflower that displays the affections I hold for you?” Eddie waited with bated breath. They’d only been officially dating for like a month and this was essentially a half-assed proposal. Nice going you dipshit, you’re going to scare him off-

Steve’s shy smile turned into a beaming grin and he yanked Eddie into a bruising kiss. “I’d love to, Eddie! Give me the flower. Did you know sunflowers are my favorite?”

Eddie smiled as he tucked the flower behind Steve’s left ear, brushing his fingers against his cheek as he did. “Of course I did, sweetheart. They’re sunny just like you. And might I say, you look beautiful.”

Steve couldn’t do much in the face of his compliment but smile adoringly and pull him in for another kiss.

Eddie might not believe himself to be a good boyfriend because he would never be able to match Steve’s flawless charms. However, Steve couldn’t imagine how he got so lucky as to have such a pretty and kind metalhead boyfriend that gave him his favorite flowers and called him beautiful. Eddie was the smoothest person there was and he could never measure up to it. They might both question how much they deserved each other but they had a lifetime to prove it.

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