#if you want the best imma need a check

[restinslices]

ALRIGHT ENOUGH SWEETNESS. LIN KUEI BOYS FIRST TIME FUCKING THEIR PARTNER 🎤 (please)

Omg y’all, my brain let me write again😃

I don’t feel like looking for gifs and my storage space is in hell so I ain’t got photos. Sorry twin

Bi-Han

I know I start his parts off with “the haters will tell you” a lot 

IDC. Imma do it again 

The haters will tell you he won't care and he'll do his own speed and yadyadya. No. 

He's an asshole but be fr y'all 

I'm gonna write this as you're both experienced but it's your first time together. If that's not what you meant then lmk but until then-

You're both experienced but he's still careful 

He's the type to pick up speed fast but he's not immediately gonna be aggressive 

You're experienced but not with each other so he's gonna actively try to be slower and softer 

Very observant towards your needs and adapts quickly 

I think he’s observant in general so I think he’d easily notice how you react to certain things 

More of an action guy 

What I mean is he won’t verbally say a lot. Like you know how some people will ask “does this feel good?”? (That looks ugly as fuck-) He won’t 

He won’t because he’s paying attention to how you react and what gets the best reaction. He doesn’t need to say much 

He’s not completely silent but I don’t think he says much in general, so the first time would especially be quiet because he’s focusing 

Do I think he’s rough during sex? Yes. For the first time though? Probably not. He still feeling shit out

When it comes to making him feel good, he makes sure to let you know. He’d never be the type to lie about nutting. That’s just not him. He’s gonna make sure you do it right 

Very handsy 

He’s vocal when it comes to grunting and I think he’d go out of his way to make noise in your ear if it was something you enjoyed 

Pays attention to both your needs 

I could see him wanting to go a couple rounds before stopping 

Leaves tons of marks as a reminder of what happened 

Now that you’ve started now, don’t be surprised when he wants to do it consistently 

Kuai Liang

Mostly pays attention to what you need 

I think he’s way more verbal than Bi-Han so he’d actually verbally ask what feels good and what doesn’t 

He goes slow

Lots of emphasis on foreplay and trying to set the mood 

His lips are everywhere 

Like legit, every part of you has felt his lips or tongue 

I get it, you may think he’s very fast and intense because fire but no

Fire can also symbolize passion and Kuai Liang is a very passionate lover 

Considering it’s the first time, there’s no need to rush

The type to always be pleasing you. Even if you’re talking or making small comments, his fingers are still gonna be working on you 

When it comes to fucking he’s not doing it fast but how hard he’s going makes up for it 

Will go faster if you ask

Is also leaving marks 

Does frequent check ins to make sure everything is ok

He’s a big dude (in the sense he’s swole as fuck) so he’d probably prefer for you to be on top so he won’t crush you 

If I said he pulls on hair will I be booed or cheered?

If you’re bald then ignore that

Offers to give head. Doesn’t matter if you’re laying down or sitting on his face. He’s leaving here with smth-

The ratio when it comes to orgasming is off as fuck because he’s the type to pull out and start eating you out 

Extra points if it’s after you came 

He’s pulling out all the stops. You’re not going anywhere after this

Doesn’t particularly care how many rounds you go for

Main focus is on how many times you cum. There’s some people that try to be sweet and “I didn’t cum but if you’re tired then-“ don’t piss him off 

You’re either stopping because you’re tired or you’re shaking (or you wanting to stop but that’s not a saucy ending)

Tomas Vrbada

He’s always gonna be a sub to me, idc

He would try so hard to be big man on campus and all strong and shit, but bitch one good tug at the hair and he’s folding 

Lets you take the reigns for the first time 

Don’t think just because he likes being tossed around a lil, he ain’t gonna say how he feels. No 

You can be submissive and still assertive. That’s Tomas 

Similar to Kuai Liang in the sense that he is really focused on what you want and what feels good to you 

Already moans a lot and loud as fuck but he’s especially loud once he’s finally inside you 

He wants to go slow but life happens. The wind just kinda blows this way and next thing you know he’s fucking you like he’s saying goodbye. It’s the winds fault fr 

Is also verbal with what he wants and wants you to be too 

You’d think y’all have fucked several times with how comfortable he is when it comes to saying what he’s into. What do you mean “choke me”?

What do you mean you wanna fuck the cum outta someone or vice versa? Let’s take a breather, calm down, gather our thoughts-

Once he’s horny his brain shuts off and the whore comes out. You’d expect it’d be Bi-Han that would become this bold, but no. He’s bold all the time. Tomas gives mfs whiplash. 

Like bro we were just eating dinner 20 minutes ago

Like I said, he’s really focused on what you want since it’s your first time. You gotta leave an impression 

Is his brain cells shutting off? Yes. Will them bitches turn back on if he notices you don’t like something or you say something feels weird? Yes 

He’s attentive 

Probably came before you because he’s sensitive but he’s not the type to roll over and be like “welp, guess it’s a wrap”

He wants your brain to be as fuzzy as his and he’s determined to make that shit happen 

Idk why I changed my profile to this Fear Street aesthetic when I never write for them but here we are. I wanted to change it and this is where I landed.

#mk1 #mk1 2023 #mortal kombat 1 #bi han sub zero #bi han #bi han smut #subzero smut #bi han x reader #kuai liang scorpion #kuai liang #kuai liang mk1 #kuai liang smut #scorpion smut #tomas vrbada smut #tomas vrbada #tomas vrbada x reader #smoke smut #mk1 smut

[allywthsr]

WARMING UP | (l.norris)

summary: you come home from a shopping trip and Lando warms you up

wordcount: 1k words

pairing: landonorris x fem!reader

warnings: none!

notes: Y/N is friends with Charlotte Síne

advent calendar

”Lando? You home?“

You were coming back from a shopping trip with Charlotte, even after Charles and her broke up, you two stayed good friends. And with you living in Monaco, because Lando and you moved here a few years ago, and most of your friends in different countries, you were glad to have a friend near you.

You just came into the hallway and yelled out for Lando, it was freezing in Monaco, and you forgot to put on your gloves, your shoes also weren’t the best ones to keep you warm, you kept looking out for new ones, but you haven’t found the perfect pair yet. With still your bags in your hands you yelled out for Lando one more time. ”Lando?“

He also didn’t answer, you wondered where he could be, so you put the bags on the ground, grabbed your phone out of your purse, and checked his ’Find My‘ status, you two had the location tracker on, on your iPhone, so you could always see where the other was, it wasn’t like you two were stalking the other, mostly you were together anyways, but it was nice to have it when you’re shopping together in a mall and lose the other. Or for a situation like this, when you came home from something and he wasn’t answering, the little picture you set for him appeared close to you and in your building, quickly you removed your shoes and the rest of your winter clothing and went for the hunt of Lando Norris.

First, you checked the living room, no sight of Lando, next you looked into the kitchen, maybe he was making himself a tea or a snack, but no, no Lando. Maybe the bedroom? Nada. You checked both bathrooms but he also wasn’t there, utility room was empty as well, so the only place he could be was his gaming room. You opened the door and saw him sitting on his gaming chair in front of his computer.

”Lan?“, you softly whispered.

He turned around and his eyes lit up, ”Baby! You’re home.“

He got up and walked to you, embracing you in a hug and pressing a few kisses to your lips.

”Yes, I’ve been looking for you in the whole apartment, even yelled out your name and shit.“

”I‘m sorry, I didn’t hear you. I guess my headphones were too loud.“

”It’s fine, are you streaming?“

”No, just playing some games with the guys, I can log off after the round?“

”Mhm, please.“

He kissed your lips once more and put his hands on your cheeks, stroking them, ”Baby, you’re freezing! Imma log off now, do you want to lie down on the bed? I‘m coming to cuddle after I make you a hot chocolate, yeah?“

You nodded and put your head on his chest, breathing in his scent, with one last look in his eyes, you turned around and went to the bedroom. With fresh clothes, that belonged to Lando, and under the warm covers you already warmed up a little, yet you waited for Lando to come and cuddle you, that way you would be warm in no time.

”I got your hot chocolate, even added some marshmallows, why are you so cold?“, he placed the mug next to the bed on the bedside table, opened the blanket, and slipped in next to you, he opened his arms and you cuddled close to him, lying your head on his shoulder. He reached over to the bedside table and gave you the mug with the hot beverage, you carefully took a few sips after you sat up and answered his question.

”I don’t know, I guess I need actual winter shoes and thicker scarfs, maybe gloves too.“

”Baby, I told you multiple times you need to buy more winter clothing.“

”I know, but it’s so expensive and I can’t seem to find something I truly like.“

”If you want, we can go shopping for clothes tomorrow.“

You nodded and cuddled closer to his chest, you could already feel that your hands got warmer and your feet were warming up too. His legs were entangled with yours, and he tried to keep them as close as possible to his own, giving his warmth to you. You drank the rest of your hot chocolate and gave the empty mug back to Lando, so he could put it back on the bedside table.

”But how was your day with Charlotte?“

”It was good, we had a lot of fun, I can show you the stuff we got later or tomorrow, I tried to find new shoes but you know me, I always buy what I don’t need. I need more space in our closet because I bought like five new hoodies.“

”Why do you buy yourself hoodies? You mostly wear mine anyway.“

You let out some air, ”I know, I just like hoodies, what can I say.“

He let out a laugh and cradled you closer, rubbing your arms with his hands to try and get you to warm up quicker.

”Are you warming up?“

”A little.“

He wrapped his arms around your shoulder again and hugged you close while pressing several kisses to your head, making sure you were comfortable. The comfort he was providing made you sleepy, and your eyes started to close more often.

”I hope you know how comfortable you are, Lan.“

”And I hope you know how perfect you fit inside of my arms, love.“

”I will fall asleep in a second, but please don’t leave me, you’re too comfy.“

”I need to change into my sleepwear, but then I am yours for the night.“

He got up and quickly pulled off his sweatpants and T-shirt, exchanging the shirt for a different one and he kept on his boxershort, he went to the bathroom for a pee and then came back to cuddle you.

”Baby, you’re freezing again.“

”Because you were gone.“

”I am here now, let’s sleep yeah? I will not let you go all night.“

With that, he laid down on his side with you in front of him and he pulled you close to his chest, keeping you cuddled to himself all night long.

#lando norris #lando norris imagine #formula 1 #lando norris x you #lando norris x reader #lando norris fluff #lando norris x y/n #lando x reader #lando norris one shot #lando imagine #christmas

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: Kiss Me*

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Summary: Another Joe prank! After engaging with so many couple pranks and trends on Tiktok, your FYP just keeps giving you more ideas! This time it's wiping your lips after Joe kisses you…

Warnings: fluff, unserious/funny, pranks, smut at the end.

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine universe: Into The Mystic

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*no particular date for this blurb!*

(y/n’s pov)

Today was a slow, boring, rainy day. Joe was downstairs making dinner and playing with the boys while doing so. My parents were coming down for dinner tonight and Joe has always felt the need to make a three-course dinner for them every time they come over, even though he’s had their approval for several years now.

I sat upstairs on the bed. It was that time of the month and I was also coming down from a stomach virus, not fun at all. The only positive was Joe playing sexy nurse for me, bringing me soup, and tissues, checking my temp, holding my hair when I got sick, just all around being the best husband ever.

The sounds of giggles spewing from my twin boys playing with their daddy warmed my heart. Their laughing patterns had me guessing what was going on down there. My hypothesis was Joe was “chasing” the boys, catching them, trapping them on the couch, and tickling the daylights out of them.

I was contemplating going down there to find out but the giggling stopped, and before I knew it Joe was walking into our room. He respectively knocked and when I told him to come in he did.

“Hey. You doing okay, mama?” - Joe

“Mhm.” - you softly smiled

“That's good. Do you need anything? If you're not feeling 100% we can cancel on your parents, I'll even call them myself.” - Joe

“No, I’m okay Joe. I appreciate your offering though. Can you come here for a sec?” - you

“Mhm.” - Joe

Joe softly smiled at me as he made his way over to the bed and got under the covers on his respective side.

I rolled over into his chest and got comfortable as Joe rubbed my back.

“I love you, J.” - you

“I love you more. I've got dinner mostly done, a couple of pieces of chicken aren't up to temp yet but the sides are finished.” - Joe

“Good job Mr. Chef.” - you giggled

“Mr. Chef? Sounds kinky.” - Joe chuckled

“Joseph Lee!” - you leaned up and gave him a dirty look only to find him laughing with his head back.

“Sorry, I had to. You should know by now that if there's an opportunity for a dirty joke Imma jump on it.” - Joe

“I know it, and your jokes are funny. Just get it out of your system before your in-laws are here, Burrow.” - you laughed

“Yes ma'am!” - Joe laughed along with you.

Joe went to lean down for a kiss and a memory flashed in my mind from this morning.

This morning when I woke up alone in bed the shower in the bathroom told me that Joe was in there, I scrolled on TikTok for a little bit and ended up in my collection of videos saved with the title “Do with Joe.”

It consisted of all the couple trends and pranks that I've already done on him plus ones I wanted to do but haven't yet.

Due to the gloomy weather outside, I felt like a prank would be fun to do today. This one specifically was going to be very fun.

Joe and I kiss maybe 10,000,000 times a day. That's definitely not an exaggeration either. Before we were even a couple we loved little pecks or even long make-outs; kissing each other was just essential when the feeling of each other’s lips felt like two puzzle pieces fitting together.

What this prank was is every time your partner kissed you, you'd wipe it off. Whether it be a hand kiss, a cheek kiss, a forehead kiss, or a kiss on the lips. It was to be wiped off.

Now that Joe was going to kiss me for the first time it was a perfect time to let the ranking begin.

His smooth pink lips were on mine softly and before I knew it he was pulling away.

Joe smiled down at me as he started to lean up from the bed but paused when I wiped my lips with the back of my hand.

The small smile on his lips faltered and he furrowed his brows at me.

“I've brushed my teeth this morning, so I don't have morning breath… what's up?” - Joe

I shrugged and Joe frowned.

“Are you worried you're gonna get me sick? Because you know my immune system is like a brick wall… even if you were still a little sick we could have a full make out and I promise I’d be fine.” - Joe

“Mmm, okay.” - you giggled

Joe smiled at me giggling at his response, hoping that meant he had convinced me to let him kiss me. It was a few seconds later that Joe leaned in again, pressing his lips with a little bit more force than the first time.

“I love yo-” - Joe stopped when you wiped his kiss off again

“Baby, I’m fine to kiss you.” - Joe

“I know.” - you

“Then why do you keep wiping my damn kisses off??” - Joe whined

“Just don’t feel like it today.” - you

He looked hurt and taken aback by my reasoning. Joe knew I loved kissing him so this was weird to him. Was it something he did?

Eventually, Joe walked out of the room playing with his bracelets anxiously. I'm going to absolutely smooch him to death later because even though I'm choosing to do these pranks, he always takes them personally and it makes me feel bad.

After getting out of bed and ready for dinner, I walked downstairs to find Joe setting the table. Tyson and Miles were already dressed in their usual matching fashion and their hair was fixed. My heart warmed since their hair had recently started getting curlier, and they now both had one singular blonde hair hanging over their forehead. They're just like their daddy.

“Thanks for getting the boys ready.” - you smiled at Joe

“Oh, you're welcome. I didn't want you to have to do it so I went ahead and did.” - Joe

I nodded and walked over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and laying my head on his chest after he put the last plate down.

“Have you heard from my parents?” - you

Joe laid his head against mine and mumbled a “Mhm”.

“They said they'd be here in around 30 minutes.” - Joe

“Okay sounds good. Do you need help with anything?” - you

“Nope, I've got it all. Dinner is done, the table is set, the boys are ready, and drinks are in the fridge.” - Joe

Pulling away from his chest, my smile gleamed as I looked at my man.

“You are the best husband ever, Joe.” - you

“I try to be, baby. You deserve nothing but the best and that's what I try to be.” - Joe

“Gosh. I love you so much. You make me feel like the luckiest girl in the world, Joe.” - you

Joe was grinning and rubbing my back, he went to lean in and kiss me but awkwardly paused and pulled back.

“Sorry I… forgot.” - Joe

Fuck.

God I was supposed to be pranking him but now all I wanted to do was grab him, throw him on the couch, cuddle him, and whisper in his ear how much I loved him as I kissed all over his face.

“You make this so hard.” - you sighed

“W- what?” - Joe

“I’m supposed to be pranking you by wiping my mouth after you kiss me but now I just feel bad. You're too sweet and cute for your own good. I'm sorry for pranking you again. I think it's going to be funny but then you make me sad.” - you

“Sorry for ruining your prank, baby.” - Joe giggled

“You didn't ruin anything… you're just too… perfect.” - you

“Def not perfect. I'm not gonna lie though, I'm a little sad about your prank.” - Joe

“I'm so sorry. After my parents leave we can do whatever you want, I won't complain.” - you

——

“Bye guys, see you soon!” - you

“Bye, get home safe!” - Joe

“Bye, gamma!!” - Tyson

“Bye, gwampy!” - Miles

My parents waved bye at us one last time before Joe opened the front door and gently guided the boys inside.

“Mama, tuck me in?” - Miles

“Of course, sweetie!” - you grinned at your boy

“Me too mama!” - Tyson hugged your leg

“I’ll tuck you both in don't worry.” - you smiled

“Why do you guys not want Daddy to put you to bed?!” - Joe

Joe held his arms up in defeat, waiting for Tyson or Miles to answer as they hugged at my legs.

“You don't read as good as Mama.” - Miles giggled

Joe’s mouth hung open from how distraught he was that his boys were turning away from him. I giggled at the look on his face before bending down to rub the boys’ backs to get their attention.

“Say goodnight to Dada and then we’ll go upstairs.” - you

Tyson was the first one to detach from me and run up to Joe, who happily scooped him up with one arm. Ty laid his head on his dad’s shoulder and Joe leaned over to kiss his cheek. He ran his fingers through the light blonde hair that was identical to his when he was their age.

“G’night, Dada.” - Tyson

“Night night buddy.” - Joe handed him over to you

Joe squatted down and Miles immediately walked into his father's embrace, wrapping his tiny arms around Joe’s neck as he hugged him. Joe had one hand on Miles's back and the size comparison was insane, his hand covering his son’s entire back.

“Night, Daddy.” - Miles

“Goodnight, Mi-guy.” - Joe

Miles wiggled out of Joe’s arms and back over to me. Joe stood back up at his full height and towered over me in such a delicious way.

“Stay down here. I'll be coming back down soon.” - you

The smirk forming on his lips told me he read between the lines and he realized the promise I made earlier was more sexual than he had originally thought.

Anything I want, Joe thought.

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The boys went to sleep rather quickly but before I went downstairs I made a beeline for the bedroom. I grabbed a hairband put my hair up, just in case, and took my clothes off. I slipped one of Joe’s shirts over my naked body and went downstairs.

Joe was sitting on the couch, manspreading in his usual fashion as he watched the TV in front of him.

The light from the TV showed off every beautiful curve in his face and accentuated his chiseled jawline.

After giving him a slow look up and down, my eyes lingered on his crotch where a clear bulge had formed in his slinky shorts.

He's definitely been thinking about what he wants to do.

Walking out of my hiding spot on the stairs, Joe’s eyes averted from the TV to my frame and a smile graced his lips when he saw my ponytail.

“Hey…” - you sat down next to Joe

Joe flicked the TV off, and now the room was only being lit by the small table lamps, this lighting made Joe look ridiculously sexy.

He looked over at me and licked his lips.

“What are we gonna do?” - you smiled

I watched Joe fist his shorts and pull the legs of them higher up, showcasing more of his gorgeous muscular thighs. God, those thighs.

“Since you didn't want those pretty lips touching my lips. We're gonna use them somewhere else. Sound good, mama?” - Joe

Nodding, a smirk formed on Joe’s lips as I lowered onto my knees.

I palmed Joe through his shorts causing him to groan, and satisfied I pulled them and his boxers down his long legs.

Joe’s dick was already hard, swollen, and slightly wet from the precum beading at the red tip.

Gesturing for Joe to lift his arms, I pulled his shirt over his head and almost moaned at the familiar sight of his erect cock laying against his chiseled torso.

Taking his base in my hand I finally did what Joe had been wanting, kissing his tip sloppily.

“Oh god. Fucking suck it baby.” - Joe groaned

That was all the praise I needed to take his length into my mouth, sucking on it as I bobbed up and down. Joe was groaning and cursing left and right.

“Your mouth baby… your lips, wish I could have ‘em around my cock 24 fucking 7.” - Joe

His words only made me moan around him, causing Joe to moan out himself.

Joe was letting me do the work, for now. It wasn't long after I thought that when he grabbed my ponytail and started moving me on his cock.

“Atta girl, mama. Makin’ me feel so good.” - Joe

Minutes later Joe’s hips started bucking, signaling to me that he was close so I doubled my efforts. My hand moved on his base to stimulate what I couldn't get in my mouth and Joe’s moans told me he appreciated it.

“Gonna make me fuckin’ cum.” - Joe moaned

It was soon after that, I tried to quicken my pace even more and Joe was an absolute mess. He was choking on his own groans and was so close.

“Baby! I'm cumming!” - Joe grunted out

Shortly after his warning he released in my throat. I stayed with his dick in my mouth as I watched him through my lashes.

Joe looked completely blissed out and his chest was heaving and glistening with sweat. His forehead was also sweaty and the veins that ran through his body were bulging out.

He pulled at my ponytail, telling me to get off, and when I did I grabbed a tissue out of the box on the end table to clean him up.

After I cleaned Joe up and slipped his boxers back on, I went to wipe my mouth off but Joe grabbed my forearm.

“Dont you fucking dare wipe your lips.” - Joe

Feeling the abundance of saliva and precum on my lips and chin, I sucked in a heavy breath.

“Kiss me.” - Joe

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Authors note: guys even I'm giggling at the ending.

Request for this fic; (anon I literally took your idea and RAN with it. I actually have no way to defend myself on how this turned into a BJ.)

Hope you enjoyed! 💕

#joe burrow #bengals #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #joey b #cincinnati bengals #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow smut

[sanspuppet]

𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐬 - 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

PAIRING: Yunho x fem!reader

RATING: smut (18+ MDNI)

W/T: colleagues to lovers, unprotected sex (do not), kinda rough sex, overstimulation, choking, mention of toys, creampie, pet names (doll, princess)

A/O: i want to thank @yuyusbunny for proofreading this fanfiction (i hope the next ones too) and helping me improving myself, lov u Laz 🫶🏻🫶🏻.

𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾

You were now walking down the street, your eyes clinging to your phone, searching for the nearest way to reach the bar that hired you the day before. You were messing with your left hand nervously, as you were trying to imagine your first day of work.

"It's very famous to be a bar, what if im not meant for it? Nah... they say the owner is very kind... i hope so."

Your best friend Jongho found this job for you, knowing that you were searching desperately for one, he was also a noticed costumer there, so when he mentioned you, it was almost like you were instantly accepted. Honestly you weren't into locals, that one was very well known in town, but you've never went there. A few minutes later, you were facing the entrance of the bar, the led writing with the name of it, as an attractor of attention. Flower, tiny trees and bonsais were decorating the outside, even if the local was recently open that morning, most of the tables were occupied by the people, drinking their coffees and eating something for breakfast.

"There it is..." you entered, hesitant, looking for your boss.

"Uhm... hello? Is there... a Jeong Yunho? Im y/n, the new employee." you asked at the bartender. He looked at you from head to toes, his smile making him look easily approachable.

"Oh, y/n! We finally meet, Jongho told me of you a few times. Wait a second, imma look for Yunho."

You leaned on your elbow on the counter, and tapped your fingers on the wood, while looking at the inside of the local. Soon after, you saw the figure of a tall man, heading towards you.

"Good morning."

you turned your head, looking at him. His low voice almost scared you for a second, despite his puppy eyes studying you. Meanwhile, you were already struggling to keep yourself composed:

"Shit, i didn't expect him to be this hot."

His black shirt, slightly unbottoned, was revealing his collarbones, and what it seemed the shadow of a tattoo.

"And he is supposed to be a barista??"

His cheekbones popped out when he smiled at you, revealing his sweet attitude.

"Im Yunho! Your boss, but i hope we'll get closer in the future, i'd like to be friends with my employees, if it doesn't bother you." You shaked your head, smiling back:

"Absolutely not! my name's y/n."

"My pleasure, come here, i'll teach you the work."

The day went great, the tasks were pretty easy, and you loved the chill mood created in that local, lounge bar music relaxing you and the costumers as they were waiting for you to serve their order. The only problem was that, everytime your boss was in your vicinity, checking you or just asking you to do something, your mind always blocked at his sight. No need to say because of his hotness, out of tune with his sweet personality, you'd say he's the perfect man.

"Y/n, can you come here?" you nodded and headed towards him, behind the counter.

"Yeah?"

"I need to teach you how to make coffee. You can't just be a waitress, right?" Yunho chuckled.

"Uhm... yeah, i think."

"Don't worry, it's pretty easy. We use instant coffee."

He turned, giving you his back, and took a few sticks containing the coffee mixture. Once he turned to look at you, he handed you one, smiling. Until that moment you didn't realize his hands, god his hands... slender, bony and veiny, his nails well taken care of. You shuddered when they made contact with yours, shivers running down your spine, fighting not to let yourself be carried away by your own thoughts, dirty thoughts.

"You have to pour the mixture in the cup." he gave you one, so you could copy his movements. You were quite slow in all you were doing, mind only focused on his long fingers, doing their job. You seemed... lost, or simply confused.

"y/n? you alright?" he asked, trying to figure out why you were so worked up from that easy tutorial. He then held the cup in front of your face, two fingers wrapped around the base of it. "You have to pour the boiled water slightly above two fingers, understand?"

"Wha- Oh, yes, yeah." you shook your head, trying to kick those pretty hands away from your mind.

"Then you keep stirring it until it looks good, easy right?"

"Yeah..."

Yunho grimaced, tilting his head to one side. He moved his hands on your shoulders, his fingers gripping at you. He then dragged them down your arms, slowly.

"You're so hot y/n." he whispered, his warm breath reaching your sensitive skin.

"W-what?" you felt your heartbeat accelerating from just that simple, innocent sentence. You looked at him, already panicking. He moved his right hand on your forehead, your mind was going to go on stend-by, from the feeling of him softly caressing it. You were surely developing the fattest crush you'd ever had, on him, your boss.

"You sure you're feeling good? i think you probably have a fever, your skin seems burning."

"Why does he have to be so handsome and adorable at the same time??" you said to yourself, unable to focus on his words, given his aphrodisiac beauty.

"Look at your cheeks, they're of a burning red." he caressed them, his thumb brushing the corner of your lips.

"It's because of you, dumbass." You moved your sight on his puppy eyes, probably unsuspecting the effects that his touch were giving to you.

"No, im okey." you murmured finally. Yunho moved his hands off of your body, and started to put away all of the stuff positioned on the counter.

"Uhm, anyways... the local is going to close soon, you can go for now if you want to."

You nodded, and made your way towards the door, almost forgetting it was made of glass... Well, not almost, because you bumped into it, making Yunho laugh.

The next days, and weeks, went similar: you simply did your new job. Went to work at late morning and got home at 7 p.m. You got used to that routine, you were well paid and had good company, perhaps the presence of your boss was what definitively convinced you to stay... hell ya, you were pretty sure he was the principal cause. Everyday he somehow found the way to touch you, making your insides fall apart in every single case: he'd move you away by grabbing your waist when he has to pass nearby, hold your hand when he'd accompany you to the back of the bar, or when you'd have your new nails done to get a closer sight, he also complimented your look every morning. In short: or he was the gentleman in person, or he was just clingy, or he also was infatuated by your simple existence. (No need to say that the last one was the one you hoped for so bad). At the end, you really became friends, after days of you joking and laughing together during work.

𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺

"y/n, i was wondering something." he broke the silence between you two, when he turned his head to face you, behind the counter where you were waiting for new costumers to come. You were quite nervous everytime you were alone with him: your foot kept beating on the floor.

"Uh-huh?" you murmured, focusing on the people sitting in front of you, both for not thinking of Yunho too much, and to make sure they were satisfied with your service.

"Today is Monday, right? So tomorrow we're open by the afternoon" his gaze glued to your pretty side profile.

"Yeah, i know" the feeling of his eyes sticking at you made your legs dizzy. "What's his purpose?" you thought.

"Wanna hang out later?"

"Oh no, he didn't-" you weren't mentally prepared to spend an entire evening with him, another touch from him and you were sure you'd fall on your knees for him, dick straight choking your throat. "Holy shit... and now?"

"Sure..." you couldn't deny, right? the worst thing that could have happened was that nothing would happen. In facts, you surely wanted him to just grab your hips and fuck you already. What? he couldn't just wear those skinny jeans and "accidentally" press his bulge against your ass, without expecting you to get horny. he was a freaking bastard in those moments, or he was dumb, or he liked the way you blushed and had your heart freaking out everytime he touched you, what a sadistic bastard. Yeah... you were definitely losing your mind, you craved for that man like a drugged craves for his drugs.

"Perfect! Give me your address, imma pick you up later, what about 8 p.m?" he took his phone, ready to take notes.

"shit, he's gonna enter my house"

"Uhm yeah, wait a second..."

A few hours later you were struggling to choose what to wear, still half naked from the shower you just took, hands grabbing dozens of dresses to look at them, trying to figure out which one to wear.

"if he told me at least where we're going..."

"should i wear just something cool?" "and if we go to a multi-star restaurant? i should be elegant..." "and if he takes me to his place?"

you suddenly heard the doorbell ringing, Yunho's voice speaking through the entryphone: "y/n? are you there?"

"duh... really??" you picked the first dress that caught your attention, wearing it while heading towards the principal door, you fixed your hair before opening it.

"Oh, here you are." he smiled at your presence.

"I need to do my make-up, it'll take a few minutes, come inside." you moved to one side, making him able to enter the house. He followed you till your bedroom, taking a look of the furniture, instead you entered the bathroom minding your own business. While you were putting on your mascara, you were staring at the reflection of Yunho through your mirror, and finally noticed how simply gorgeous Yunho looked: the smoking suit he was wearing fitted perfectly his slender body, the dark blue waist coat adhering to his chest. You lost yourself again inside your thoughts, your hands automatically moving and the figure of Yunho was only present in your mind. Once you got back to reality and exited your bathroom, you saw him sat on your bed, holding what seemed to be the buzzing toy you used to use during your desperate nights, and coincidentally, the night before was one of them. He was looking at it intensely, turning it around to see every detail. When he saw the small button he couldn't help but click it, making the vibrator starting to do what it was supposed to.

"Oh" a small whimper left his mouth as the toy he was holding started vibrating.

"No. nonono, fuck-" you ran towards him, intent on taking back what was yours.

"Give me that, Yunho." you took the vibration from his hands, holding it like it was your most intimate treasure.

"Uhm im sorry, i sat down and felt it under the blanket, didn't mean it." his innocent gaze turned quickly into a smirk, he leaned back on his elbows facing you while his body rested on the soft mattress of your bed, his legs open. "Didn't expect you to use that kind of stuff."

"I don't..." you tried to say, despite you perfectly knew that you sucked at lying.

"It's still wet." he chuckled, seeing your eyes widening, full of embarrassment, no wonder why your cheeks were of an intense red, and it surely wasn't because of your make-up. "Uhm-" you murmured, trying to think of a good lie this time.

"Don't lie to me, princess. You're a woman, it's normal to need some pleasure, right? Only thinking that looking at you, you'd easily get something way better than a vibrator."

You raised one eyebrow, asking again to yourself what were his wills: "What do you mean, huh?"

"Don't know, want me to prove it?" his smirk getting wider as he noticed you on the verge of your denial resistance.

"For now? No thanks im good with it."

"seriously? i had the chance to take him and i just wasted it? God, im so stupid." you wanted to slap your face right there, refusing yourself to believe what you just refused.

"Well, if you say so. Come on now, the restaurant is waiting for us."

He brought you to a famous italian restaurant, thank goodness that you were wearing an elegant dress, which as always Yunho complimented:

"You look so beautiful in that dress, the color matches your eyes perfectly." he said, when you both finished your dinner. The situation was quite embarrassing: you were constantly making eye contact, but not a single word leaving your mouth, expect a small murmur:

"Thank you, you're also very handsome..."

You didn't know if what happened at your house was only a joke, or his attempt to approach you, whatever it was, his previous proposal was now torturing your mind. After thinking of it a little too much you finally chose to just ignore it, and tried to enjoy some good time with Yunho.

"Oh God... he's drunk" you looked at his red face, chuckling while taking other sips of wine, his sight seemed fogged as he was trying hard to focus on your face when you talked:

"Yunho, you should stop drinking."

He laughed out loud, almost losing his balance, sat on his chair: "i can't! im so happy!"

"Why?" you asked, confused.

"Because i finally asked you to hang out with me!" he smiled, before standing up, already on the verge of falling, you stood up and immediately wrapped his arm around your waist, yours on his shoulder, helping him to walk straight. Your legs were shaking too, not because of the alcohol, but for the feeling of Yunho's finger gripping at your body, which drove you crazy. A smirk was continuously placed on his face, his head resting on the top of yours, as you were accompanying him to his car. You asked for its keys and sat in the driver's seat. You didn't know his address and because he was drunk he couldn't remember it, so you drove to your house. You were in your bathroom brushing your teeth and getting ready to go to sleep, once you got out, you found him already sleeping on you bed. You headed towards him, and knelt down to look at his tired face.

"He looks so cute... wait- and now? where do i sleep??"

You looked around, despite you hadn't another bed at your place, and there was no way you'd sleep on the floor, excluding your mini couch. You had no choice but to lay on your bed, staring at Yunho till collapsing from your tiredness.

The morning after, you woke up at the sunrise, when you turned your head to look for Yunho, you're heart almost stopped at the sight of his face a few inches from yours. His soft cheeks resting on the pillow made him look adorable. That moment felt perfect, until you moved your gaze down his body, and noticed his crotch pressing against the fabric of his pants, as if it wanted to escape from them, you widened your eyes, amazed:

"Jeez- he's pretty big..." you murmured, and suddenly frozen hearing Yunho yawning, having just woke up.

"what did you say, y/n? Wait... why am i laying on your bed?! W-what happened yesterday??" he immediately stood up, panick rushing inside his body.

"Nothing, you were drunk so i took you to my place."

He looked down at the feeling of his pants tightening, and gasped, knowing that you probably noticed it too, he moved his gaze at you nervously, then chuckled shyly:

"Uhm well... i should go now and take care of... the bar" he squeezed his eyes and sighed: "Yeah, the bar..."

𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼

The next weeks went as usual, just working and drooling secretly for your boss, handsome and kind as always. You were now sure that you loved him, what you kept asking to yourself was if he felt the same for you. And how could you prove that? Teasing him. Usually he was the one that "involuntarily" teased you in many ways. So you finally decided to test the waters, pretending to act normal as you were voluntarily driving him crazy. You actually acted like an annoying slut in his presence, rubbing yourself against him in every occasion, walking sensually, sure that his gaze was glued to your ass, sometimes you even vaguely flirted with cute costumers just to get him jealous. After only a week, you could tell that he was extremely on the verge of losing his patience.

It was late October, outside was raining hard and the bar was completely empty of people, just you and Yunho. He was looking intensely at you, while you were decorating a cupcake for fun, sometimes licking the cream off of your fingers joyfully. He sighed, arm crossed:

"Why you keep acting like this, huh?" he headed towards you, till he was just a few inches far from you.

"Like what?" you smirked at him.

"Like a slut, are you joking or just needy for cock? Tell me."

"Maybe both, don't know. Maybe i just need to get what im craving, don't you think?" Where did you even find that confidence all of a sudden? Was your whore side finally taking the control?

He got closer to you, the feeling of his heavy breath on your lips: "Uh-huh? And what do you crave so bad?"

you giggled, your heartbeat starting to accelerate: "Guess."

He sighed again, but this time a small smirk taking his way on his lips: "Come on doll, just stop joking around, i perfectly know you want me." he got closer, whispering at your right ear: "Just wondering why you didn't fuck me that night." You bit your lower lip, how many times you asked yourself the same question? "i don't even know, maybe you can ask me again to."

Yunho laughed, nodding. He took you in his arms, and make you sit on the counter, his hands on your sides to make you stay still. You could hear his heart pulsing quickly, yours was about to flutter, and the both of you inhaling deeply the air. He whispered again, his voice lower than ever:

"Wanna fuck, my beautiful?"

You chuckled: "who told you that im yours"

"Gonna mark you right now."

You whispered back: "Go on, then." Before he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him, kissing you passionately. Your tongues found their ways inside your mouths, his hands moving on every inch of your body, you could feel your skin burning under his touch. Thrill rushing in your blood as he sucked on your neck, leaving hickeys all over your sensitive skin, he was about to hike your t-shirt up when you stopped him:

"Yunho... the bar is open."

He rolled his eyes back and sighed: "Okey then, i'll bring you to my house, now." He took your hands, helping you to get down of the counter. He turned off the lights and the power of the place, you ran to his car while he was closing the bar. When you arrived, Yunho was already taking you in his arms, heading towards his bedroom. You giggled when he pinned you against the wall, him holding your wrist while you were stuck in a long, wet kiss. Small whimpers leaving your mouth, happy because you finally were trapped in his arms, horny because you were imagining what was coming next:

"Come on boss, teach me how to behave."

He groaned, looking intensely at your smirking face: "Oh fuck, i love when you call me that way" he sucked your earlobe, then murmured: "it gets me so hard, you can't even imagine." He gripped your waist, and throwed you onto the bed, leaving small kisses down your body, while he was dragging your clothes off of you, until you were completely naked. Shivers were running down your spine at the sudden cold feeling. He stood up, taking a complete look of your breathtaking body, his boner exposing his needs.

"God, you're soaking wet, all because of me." he chuckled, his chest expanding continuously as he was breathing heavily, while unbuttoning his shirt. Once he had only his boxers on, you were desperately begging him to go ahead: "please please please take them off..."

Yunho opened your legs, making room for himself. He pressed his bulge on your bare cunt, forcing you to whine annoyingly.

"You like when i tease you, don't you?"

"God im begging you please i need you inside me"

"Oh i see, should i give you what you want since you're acting so good for me?" he dragged down his underwear, his cock popping out, standing proudly: "Hmm?"

You kept nodding: "Yesyesyesyes-"

One hand held your thigh firmly as the other stroked his length a few times, preparing at the incoming pleasure he was about to feel. You arched your back when he finally pushed himself inside you, unbelievably hitting your g-spot with the first thrust:

"Fuck! Shit Yunho- s-so perfect..."

His hands were caressing your belly softly, unlike the way he was pumping in you roughly. He was too excited to finally have you, he couldn't contain himself and be gentle. No, he wanted to ruin your pretty hole so you would stop to seduce him and getting him hard during work.

"Now that you're so whiny, do you still wanna tease me?" he stopped, knowing that it would drive you crazy. He felt your walls clenching intensely, signaling him that you were "so close so close- please keep it in!"

"You're already reaching your orgasm, doll?" his cockhead rubbing against your clit, enough for you to roll your eyes back and suddenly creaming your folds. You moaned loudly, you're voice broken after only a few minutes. He leaned on you, his hands caressing your collarbones, feeling your chest widening under his palm.

"Too bad, because i haven't yet."

Yunho wrapped his fingers around your neck, squeezing it enough for you to breathe but not to groan. You looked at him with desperate eyes, feeling your soul almost leaving your body because of the overwhelming pleasure.

"i'll be forced to give you some days off, you're not going to walk for a week"

You wrapped both of your hands around his wrist, helping yourself to stay still while he was pressing you against the mattress. Every single thrust felt like heaven, there was no way he could be a virgin, he knew every spot where you needed to be touched. Yunho was also pretty loud during sex, your pussy fitted him perfectly, so much that he became addicted to it within the first minute. A mix of low and high moans were leaving his mouth constantly, he threw his head back once he felt his climax getting closer.

"Fuck you're so perfect for me, can't wait you to be mine."

Yunho took his hand off of your neck, and held your legs while he was pumping in you lastly. He bit his tongue forcefully, you were surely the best fuck he'd ever had. He didn't want to stop, despite the pleasure becoming too intense to be handled. Tears were falling across your face, feeling your pussy getting worshipped by his dick, too fucked out to even answer him:

"Want me to fill you with my seed, princess?"

You nodded slightly, biting your lower lip and rubbing away your ruined mascara from your eyes.

He pulled out and in, one time, rougher than ever.

"I want you to use your words when i speak."

You whined in reply: "Shit- yes boss, im begging you."

A few more thrust and he felt his orgasm hitting his body, releasing a big load, ropes of hot cum taking their way inside you, mixed with your own arousal. You both groaned at the addictive feeling. His cock was swirling once he finally slid out of you. Yunho headed towards the bathroom and brought you a towel, he caressed you inner thighs while cleaning you from the mess he made. He kissed your body repeatedly, getting closer to your face. He stopped at the sight of your surprised expression:

"Aftercare?" you asked.

"What? I might be a rough dom but im still a gentleman."

Yunho joined you on the bed, and wrapped his arms around your body in a warm hug. He moved your hair from your face leaving a small kiss on your forehead.

"Gotta make sure you'll never leave me."

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[lemonandlime22]

Could I request Bitey Child Yuu running to Malleus, Lilia, Riddle, Cater, and Ruggie (Maybe Floyd if you have time but I won't be pushy) crying cause they bit a beast man who's now hunting them down so they came for protection? I just think that'd be really wholesome and cute.

Malleus, Lilia, Riddle, Cater, Ruggie, and Floyd protecting bitey Child!Yuu

Warning(s): Cussing, a bit of rambling, a small plot hole that will not be acknowledged in Cater's. not yet edited

A/N: HOLY FUCK- this is so cute!!!! I have never squealed so much when I saw a req! this exceeds my character limit but imma do all anyway. ty for requesting I hope ya like it! btw, Yuu is called 'fry' in Floyds cause that's what a baby shrimp is called, thought that'd be a cute touch.

[Bitey child!Yuu Masterlist]

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Before I start I would just like to remind yall that it takes a lot to make you cry if it's not cause you can't bite someone, so let's set up a lil scenario,

You were having a normal well normal for you day, vide checking people and all, when you came across a rather tall and large beast-man who, unbeknownst to you, had had a very long and agonizing day and was on the verge of snapping, if not having a full-on overblot. All you know was that he didn't pass the check and needed to face the punishment for being intimating. As you know, it didn't work out so well for you, The beast-man ripped you off his hand and held you by the collar of your uniform jacket, then started to yell threats in your face. Your eyes started tearing up as you tried your best to grab onto any part of him to bite and hopefully let you go. When your plan failed tears ran down your cheeks but the man's screaming only got louder. You managed to squirm and wiggle your way out of the jacket and ran to hide or find someone that could help, while the beast-man was hunting you down with the scent from your jacket.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus stood at the front of the school admiring the gargoyles for his club activity

usually he would pick you up from whatever you were doing so you could look at them together

but he saw you playing with Ortho when he went to pick you up, and he didn’t want to disturb you.

Before you could even get within 20 feet of the front of the school, he already had heard your sobbing and teleported right in front of you

you bumped into his legs and fell back, but Malleus quickly caught you and held you in his arms

not even questioning it you squeezed your arms around his neck and cried into his shoulder.

Malleus was already on alert and looking for the person responsible

that’s when he saw a rather aggressive beast-man student stomping towards him, holding your jacket and screaming in your direction

it only took mere moments for the beast-man to notice the taller Draconia dorm leader holding you so dearly, and take off running

not wanting it to see what would happen.

Malleus turned his attention back to you, making note to speak to the beast-man later on,

he shifted you in his arms so you would be more comfortable, he sat you on his forearm and placed his other arm around you with his hand cradling your head and hugged you close to him

he decided to continue his club activities with you in his arms.

You would occasionally move your face out of the crook of his neck to look at a gargoyle

then he would tell you all about the one you took notice of.

You two eventually made it to Ramshackle, where Grim was waiting impatiently

“Yuu! There you are! I’ve been worried- I mean… huh..?”

Before Grim could continue, Malleus shushed him, motioning that you were asleep

he placed you down in your bed and tucked you in

he then went to drag the armchair to sit at your bedside, and Grim hoped into bed next to you.

Malleus watched over the two of you till deep into the night when he finally felt it was safe enough.

The next day he brought you your uniform jacket when he came to bring you along for his club activity that day.

Lilia Vanrouge

This omniscient fuck-

Lilia was just doing his thing,

scaring people, hanging literally with the bats, going to classes etc

when he heard a child cry

I doubt he even needed to think about who it might have been before he ran teleported?? towards the sobbing.

You ran into a bush in the courtyard, to hide from your assailant, and covered your hands over your mouth to muffle the weeping

after what felt like hours of his searching the courtyard, he was drawn away down a hall

where he thought he heard your footsteps.

You crawled out of the bush and ran in the opposite direction

when you had gotten far enough away, you looked back behind you to make sure he wasn't following

but while you were distracted you ran into someone's torso

looking back you found Lilia standing there with his signature mischievous smile on his face

"Well, hello there little batty! How are you this evening?"

You didn't even listen to him before you ran behind him and hugged your small arms around his lower torso and continued to cry,

"Oh~ my little bat... if your worried about that beast-man, 'there's no need, he won't bother you, dearie."

Lilia turned in your hold and put your jacket on your shoulders.

"There you are! Now, what do you say to coming over to visit Diasomnia? I'm sure the boys would love to see you!"

Once you gave a curt nod, he picked you up and brought you to Diasomnia.

You spent the rest of your afternoon playing with Malleus, taking naps with Silver, and chewing on Sebek's hand which he begrudgingly allowed you to do when Lilia told him to let you do it

when it was late, Lilia was happy to let you sleepover

but made sure to go and pick up Grim to sleepover as well.

He tucked you both in and hummed a soothing melody until the two of you were fast asleep.

"Goodnight little bat," Lilia kissed the top of your head

"and goodnight little cat, hehe..." he lightly patted Grim's head, and left you both to sleep peacefully.

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle was making his way from a Dorm Leader meeting and to his next class when your smaller form knocked into him, arms wrapping around him, and twisting to hide on his other side.

He was about to scold you for running in the halls when he felt a growing wetness on his uniform and noticed your shaking

"Yuu?... What happened?"

He was extremely confused and worried

he's never seen you cry.

Placing a comforting hand on your head, he knelt down to your level to hopefully help you feel more comfortable to tell him what happened

in response to his movements you wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your slimy face into his shoulder

Riddle has never been all that good comforting others, but he did his best to make you feel better.

Before he could ask you again a large beast-man came barreling down the hallway,

"There you are you little brat!" the beast-man said through gritted teeth

your body stiffened at the aggressive voice, which did not go unnoticed.

Riddle tried to stand up and let you go but you had a strong grip on him, your small hands balled into fists around the back of his jacket

so instead he lifted you up a little bit and turned in the direction of the booming voice

Riddle also noted that the student had your jacket.

"May I ask what you need with Yuu?" Riddle had an idea of what might have happened, and if that fresh bite mark on the beast-man's hand was a clue, he was right-

"That little shit bit me! Hand them- OVER!'

the beast-man yelled through gritted teeth before stepping forward and attempting to snatch you from Riddle by the collar of your shirt.

Riddle was quick to shut that down, by grabbing his pen and collaring the student

the beast-man stepped back and paused in shock, Riddle took that opportunity to grab your jacket from him and pick you up to walk to his next class.

He made sure to keep you with him for the rest of the day, which was petty easy considering you were asleep for most of it,

only waking up when Trey brought you one of your favorite goodies.

He made sure that headmaster Crowley was informed of this as well.

Ah~, and Riddles going to need a good massage though, he carried you for most of the day even when Trey and some teachers ask if he wanted them to carry you so he could have a break, he's not used to carrying something for so long.

Cater Diamond

Cater was getting things set up in the music room for the music club

it usually would be him, Lilia, and Kalim all doing this together but they had to go to a house warden meeting, and Lilia had to fill in for Malleus as always.

He was in the middle of tuning his guitar when the jiggling of the door knob caught his attention

when you came through the door. Cater was a bit surprised

usually you didn't come to the music room unless he would bring you when Riddle or Trey was busy.

But what surprised him more was that you were crying and when you flew past him to hide behind the drum kit it worried it quite a bit

he was about to ask you what you were doing when he heard loud stomping coming from hall

then a rather large and angry looking beast-man busted through the door.

"Where are they?!"

"I'm sorry...?"

"You know who I'm talking about, that brat that bit me!"

Cater inwardly sighed, he knew sooner or later you would piss someone off enough to want to get back at you like this

"Sorry, haven't seen them today." Cater shrugged, turning his attention back to the instrument in his hands.

The beast-man was about to protest, but Cater strummed the guitar, interrupting him

after a few more interruptions, the beast-man huffed and stormed back out of the club room

once Cater was sure whoever you pissed off was far enough away, he turned to the drum kit

"Its ok to come out now kiddo, he's gone."

He waited for a minute but you never came out of your little hiding place

Cater sighed and lightly shook his head with a small smile

he stood up with his guitar and walked behind the drum kit to sit next to you,

you had your knees to chest and was playing with the bow around your wrist

Cater nudged your leg with the instrument to get your attention, once you gave it to him, he started telling you about the guitar

how to tune it, how tuning worked, why some things worked the way they did, etc..

And that's how you spent the rest of evening,

Cater continued to teach you all about the instruments in the room unit Kalim and Lilia arrived,

from then, you sat in front of them as their little audience for the next hour or so.

After that Cater took you back to Heartslabyul and treated you to some of his favorite spicy snacks, then when it was bedtime he told Ace and Deuce to walk you back to Ramshackle

he also told them about what had happened.

Deuce gave you your jacket the next day he got detention getting it back but he thinks it was worth it.

Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie was doing Leona's laundry, hanging up his clothes on the line outside of the dorm building

and just as he was grabbing a clip, he caught the sound of his name, or rather a shortened version of it, causing his ears to twitch

he turned towards the direction his name came from, and saw your small silhouette running towards him

as you got closer he could also hear your chocked sobbing of his name

"Ru-g! *hic* Rug- Ruggie-" Your yelling was cut off by another sob

Before he could fully register what was happening and react, you had already rushed to him and started hugging his legs tightly.

Ruggie did his best to console you through your sobs, he tried to pick you up but your grip on his legs was far too strong

yeah he rly could just rip you off but you were crying so he had to be gentle, also your a kid so.

he settled for rubbing your back and offering to make you some food.

Soon after your sobs had finally started to slow, Ruggie heard yelling and cursing coming from the direction of the portal mirror, the same one you came from

it was a common occurrence in the Savanaclaw dorm so he paid no mind to it

not even when you also heard to and started to cry again, he just continued to console you

you let go of his pants and ran into the clean laundry basket behind him and hid

he didn't rly think much of it, just thought that the shouting from a random student had startled you

he continued to do the laundry for a moment before the culprit of all the yelling ran up to him.

"Where the hell is that brat Ruggie?!"

"I don't know what your talkn' about"

"Don't play dumb, hyena! That little shit that's always hanging 'round you bit me!-"

Ruggie was quick to shut his classmate up with his unique magic and make him walk a good distance away

once he deemed it alright, he quickly finished up the laundry and took you,

still in the clean laundry basket, and finished up his chores.

He found you fast asleep under the clean clothes as he was putting them away

and decided to let you sleep and carried you around in the basket while he made some lunch for the two of you when you wake up.

Floyd Leech

My mans just thought you were scared of Jade again.

He was just walking around when he saw your little form ran passed him

and he could hear the very obvious crying.

Floyd easily picked you up and was unsurprisingly met with you kicking, thrashing, screaming, and crying even more

"Hey- Hey! little fry! relax it's just Floydy!"

he held you in front of him so you could easily see his signature toothy grin, and you surprisingly calmed down

but still crying, and now grabbing at his hands that were around your torso.

Floyd obliged and readjusted so that you were sitting on his forearm and facing him

he also gave you his free hand for you to play with it, to which you started to nibble said hand.

This wasn't an uncommon thing, whenever you started crying cause of Jade, Floyd would let you play with and nibble on his hand, which always seemed to calm you down.

He knew it would probably take a little while for you to calm all the way down, so he decided to continue walking around, doing whatever the fuck he does.

Like he thought, your calming down took several minutes, and everything seemed fine for a minute or two until you looked over his shoulder and started shaking again and hugged his arm closer to you

Floyd turned around expecting to see his brother

except he was met with a very angry beast-man speed walking towards the both of you yelling something about "finally finding you freak"

he doesn't know, he didn't care to pay attention.

The beast-man, without fully registering who was holding you, tried to make a grab for you

only to be kicked away by Floyd and knocked on his ass

the beast-man didn't move, far too scared of the tall eel's next move.

It took him a second, but Floyd was able to connect the dots,

the expression on his face was... less expressive than usual, he looked completely serious

but that quickly changed when he looked back at you,

"Hey lil fry! why don't you go find Jade and Azul, pretty sure they're at the lounge!"

Floyd set you down but gave you his jacket before you ran to the lounge, but made sure to grab his magic pen out of the pocket.

When you got to the lounge you were still shaking and refused to answer any questions Jade or Azul asked you.

When Floyd came back he seemed to have some red stuff on his shirt and face, he also held your jacket in his hand.

You stayed at the lounge for the rest of the day just hanging out and helping around, and Floyd carried you back to Ramshackle when you fell asleep in one of the booths.

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#holy fuck #this took forever #but it was so worth it! #twst #twst x gn reader #twst x yuu #twst child yuu #twst yuu #twst malleus #twst lilia #twst riddle #twst cater #twst ruggie #twst floyd #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #riddle rosehearts #cater diamond #ruggie bucchi #floyd leech #twisted wonderland x gn!reader #twst hcs #twst headcanons #twst drabble #bitey child yuu #twst requests #twst grim

[hoesformatt]

NOT FOR YOU

4th day of riyah’s badness marathon

and tbh idk if imma finish the marathon cause y’all ain’t showing love 😭, y’all love me when you miss me

matt smut, at first it started real cliche then I pulled a lil twist

dom!matt • poc!reader friendly

contains: oral (m!receiving), quickie, fingering, heavy petting, pet names, no use of y/n, best friend’s brother trope 😦

word count: 1.1k

not proofread

In my bra and underwear half naked taking pictures of myself in the mirror before I got my change of clothes. “Hurry up the gropchat wants to see!” Nick bitches from the bed throwing the basket of bikini’s at me as I was in-front of his mirror.

The beach body was beach bodying. Spending the start of the year busting my ass at gym (making my shit fatter than it already was). I made sure that I was going to look young, fly and sexy (and did).

“Yessss, I love this one the color makes your dark beown eye pop” He faced me towards the mirror. He was not wrong

I prepared to model my new bikini’s to my friends, taking pictures of me in the two-pieces and Nick photobombing all of them, but I didn’t care bitch I look good as fuck nobody could tell me nothing. So I went on my way to send them to the groupchat with the caption ‘which is the best’ went straight to the first person on my bestfriends list on snap.

“Let’s go toast some pop tarts or something, i’m hungry as fuck” We both raced out his room, the door flying open to rush down the stair and slide into the kitchen.

Rummaging through the pantry I pulled out the box of Poptarts as Nick brought out the toaster when I got scared and saw a body move on the couch in-front of us.

“Holy shit you scared me” Nick faced my direction to see Matt stand up from the couch, approaching us. “Sorry”

Me and Nick have been friends for a hot second but this was probably the third time we hung out at his place because he liled the fact that I lived alone and we could do whatever we wanted over there. All I knew about his brothers was the Chris was younger and lethargic one, and Matt was the closed off *handsome* one.

But he didn’t call him handsome of course, just observing. I talk to him sometimes but not often.

Matt’s face was plastered red and he looked somewhat squirmish. “You okay?” I asked him trying to get a better view of his face as he was staring at the ground holding his crotch “Yeah—I was just about to go to my room” he left going upstairs hastily.

Opening my snapchat checking my snaps I got one from my friends Matt, clicking on it the text made my eyes widen.

“Should I be seeing this?”

I sent him my fucking bikini photos. I sent soft nudes to my best friend’s brother.

I left the photo on opened and I scratched the back neck debating in my head, what I was going to do. That’s why he was so awkward.

I finally decided to just leave shit alone until I was confronted about it.

Me and Nick continued to do whatever we wanted to do eating out pop tarts and talking our shit when Chris was calling to Nick in the garage “What the fuck do you want!”

“Come ‘ere I need help!” He screeched from the garage and Nick profusely put down his pop tart going into the garage to join Nick. A ping went through my phone, picking it up I saw it was from Matt.

You still here?

Yeah why

Come up, i need to talk to you

Oh shit here we go, I took one last bite of my pop tart, going upstairs knowing his door is the opposite of Nick’s bedroom. I knocked on the door and Matt instantly answered “Come in”.

I leisurely opened his door walking in to see Matt under his covers, a tent around where his crotch is. I panicked “Sorry about the pictures, I was tryna send it to my friends”

“You just send bikini photos to your friends?”

“Yeah— But what’s up”

“To be honest… My dick” Wow. Okay, he was way more blatant than I thought he was and way more freaky than I thought he was.

Matt held my hand to put it over his boner. I caught on and I started to palm him bare through the sheets, the bend of his tip had made a dark spot. Keeping complete eye contact with him while I touched him, I peeled off the covers for his length to spring up.

I spit on his raw cock creating a lubricant to stroke him with both of my hands, from the tip to the base. “You know— You made me so hard with those photos-Shit— you need to send me photos like that more often”

Moving back, I lowered my body with my ass peaked up curving downward sucking his tip as I gazed up to see him staring at my ass like he wanted to take a bite. Hollowing my cheeks on his dick, Matt was squirming up on the headboard desperately moaning before he lightly gripped my hair bobbing my head.

“Fuckkkk” Matt’s eye’s begin to get heavy but he forces them open just to catch a glimpse of me sucking his cock and he felt content with what was in-front of him.

Being left in a trance, licking off his tip in my mouth, Matt’s whine’s and moans gave me ignition to give more “Lemme cum in your mouth baby” I nodded my head, rotating my head until I heard his desperate stringing whimpers ringing in my ears.

My mouth was filled to the brim with Matt’s cream-colored sticky liquids. He pulled me up by the neck to view me swallow his fluids. “You like to be a good girl for me don’t you?” Matt’s hand peered down my shorts, under my thong to feel for my pussy.

His fingertips grazed my slick folds, rubbing on my clit and he chuckled at how wet I was. Inserting his middle finger, the palm of his hand slapped my cunt as he was knuckles deep.

“Another one please” I begged wanting to feel him curl inside of me and he pressed in another finger and I immediately tightened over him. Sliding across my warm pussy, he didn’t bother to let go of the pressure he had on my neck, keeping me close.

My heart was beating out my chest at this point of how heavily I was breathing as Matt kissed along my jawline still thrusting his fingers into me until my stomach tied together then released, the liquids seeping out my dripping cunt.

“We should do this again, but instead with my digging in your pussy”

Shit. I could live with that.

tags: @chrisenthusiast @miguelsangelsarchive @lunariaxzz @thesturniolos @angelic-sturniolos111 @littlebookworm803 @chrissturniolosbitch @leahsbussy @luv4kozume @alinaa131 @sturniolopowers @mattslolita @sturniofilmd @sturnioloooooo @mattsneezing @muwapsturniolo @idkwhosnyla @strniohoeee @iiheartstef @nonamegirlxsturniolo @ka1nani @1800chokedathoe @fuzzycupcakebeliever @mattgirly @me4chris @mattslutt @nicksmainbitch @luhsexcbihh @hearts4chriss

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[discount-shades]

Sleepy Baby Part 1

a/n: I got this in my head and couldn’t find another fic that mentioned it. This is the first fic I've ever written.

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin/reader

Warning: brief mentions of car crash and cheating

Word Count: 1100 ish

Summary: Jake must defend his call sign to a stranger, and he is on a timer. 

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You checked the timer on your phone for the third time, sighing at the 32 minutes remaining. One hour, every week, socializing with strangers. That was the deal you made with your therapist. 

Eighteen months after a horrific car crash killed your fiancé and childhood best friend your therapist suggested you ‘get back out there.’ It wasn’t just their deaths that you were working through in your twice monthly therapy sessions. It was the fact that she was blowing him when they crashed. You thought that was something that only happened in movies and tv shows.  Your grief was… complicated. 

So here you were at the bar of the week nursing a whiskey sour until the timer on your phone said you could go home. You surreptitiously glance around. Judging by the uniforms of the other patrons and the décor the Hard Deck was a military bar. You massage your temples and check your phone again, 29 minutes to go. 

“Need some company while you wait for your date?” You glance to your left at the southern drawl. An unfairly handsome man in a uniform with green eyes is looking down at you and you stare a little too long. “I’ve been watching you check your phone,” he explains, “he’s an idiot to keep you waiting.“ 

“I'm not expecting company,” you roll your eyes at him. “But thank you for assuming I’m being stood up. It was definitely the vibe I was going for.” You take another sip of your drink so you have something to do with your hands. 

A slow smile breaks out across his face. “In that case I’m Hangman.”

“I'm sorry your parents hated you.”

At your deadpan response he chuckles. “It’s my call sign,” he explains smugly. “I'm a fighter pilot.” He is easily the most attractive man in the bar and he knows it, and there is something about his inflated ego that makes you want to pop it. Just a little.

“Hangman like the spelling game?” you ask and he nods and brushes your arm, leaning into you.

You hum noncommittally, cocking your head as you look at him. “You know some schools discourage playing hangman.” You tell him. “They don’t want to encourage violence in children so they play Sleepy Baby instead.”

“Sleepy Baby?” He asks in confusion, leaning back.

“Yeah, you draw a baby in a crib instead of a man on the gallows,” you grin at his scandalized expression. “You could change your pilot name to Sleepy Baby, so you don’t scare the children and all.” 

“Darling, you are the only one I’d let call me ‘baby’.” You laugh at his smooth recovery. “What’s your name, beautiful?” He is charming despite his ego and his intense stare is giving you butterflies. 

“Tic-tac-toe.” 

“Imma call you Hugs and Kisses and you can call me Baby.” You can’t help but laugh at his confidence. 

“So if you are not waiting for anyone why are you always checking on your phone?” The pilot sits down beside you leaning forward again so his knees brush against yours. 

You contemplate your answer before deciding that fuck it, you will be at another bar next week and will never see the handsome pilot again so might as well be honest. “My therapist has suggested that I should ‘socialize with adults that are not coworkers or the children I work with.’” You explain. “So one hour a week I must socialize.” You wave your hand vaguely at the bar. 

“Are you one of those teachers banning hangman?” He asks in mock outrage, graciously glossing over most of your explanation. 

“Child Activity Coordinator at a local library actually, but yeah I’ve been know to play a few rounds of Sleepy Baby.” You say with a shrug.“ Some parents get upset at certain things and it’s easier just to avoid it than die on the hill of hangman. Plus there was one little boy who would cry when the man was hung so it was best to avoid the tears.”

“He would cry every time?” The green eyed pilot has a fond smile on his face. 

You nodded. “I mean the same kid also cried when someone stole his imaginary kitten so some things can’t be helped but sometimes it’s just easier to avoid it.” You said with a grin remembering the moment. 

“It’s hard to believe we live in a world where imaginary kittens aren’t even safe.” He shakes his head solemnly and you burst out laughing. The unexpected arrival of the cocky pilot has been a delightful addition to your evening. 

“So one hour a week?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. “How much time do I have left?”

You check your phone, “you have 17 minutes, Flyboy.” You grin. “So what made you join the AirForce?”

He looks offended. “Darling, I'm a Naval Aviator.” 

You blink blankly at him. “I was genuinely not aware the Navy had pilots.” 

“The navy has aircraft carriers,” he grins “who do you think flies the planes?”

“Honestly, I never thought about it and I think I just assumed it was a Navy / Air Force cooperation situation.” You trail off still thinking before shrugging. “I guess you learn something new every day.”

“I could teach you something else,” he sends you a flirty wink.

“I think I’ve reached my knowledge quota for the day,” you laugh back. “But what did you learn today?”

“That my call sign breaks the heart of little boys and their stolen imaginary kittens, and I could use a therapist that suggests going to a bar.”

“Good news Sleepy Baby, I don't think you needed the help to make it here.”

You feel your phone vibrate in your pocket notifying you that your hour is up and a not so small part of you is disappointed. You pull your phone out and hold up the timer to the pilot in front of you. “That’s time.”

“Can I get your number?” He asks hopefully as you gather your purse and finish your drink. “We could spend the full hour together next time, therapists advice on socializing and all.”

“I’ll pass this time, but next time, who knows?” You say as you stand, feeling a little sad that you will never see him again. 

“As long as you remember, Hugs and Kisses, I’m in the Navy.” 

You look up at him grinning. “Don’t worry, I’ll remember.” 

As you leave you walk by the jukebox glancing down and see the perfect song on the track lists. You hit the number grinning to yourself as you walk to the door. 

When you reach the exit you turn around and find the green eyed pilot has made his way back to some others in uniforms at the pool table. “Hey Baby,” you call out over the noise of the bar. You grin when he looks up eagerly as the Village People begins to play over the jukebox. “This song’s for you!”  You shoot him a mock salute as you walk out the door. 

#jake hangman seresin #hangman #hangman/reader #jake seresin #top gun fanfiction #top gun x reader #topgun maverick #top gun hangman #top gun maverick #hangman top gun

[theorphicangel]

𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬. | 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨’𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Tags: enemies to lovers, college au, smut, 18+, slow burn,

synopsis: It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single, brooding man in possession of a good future in genetics, must be in want of a girlfriend.

Or at least a fake one to get his family off his back.

(college au & fake dating trope ft my favourite grumpy man who doesn't fall first but ends up falling harder. ouch.)

Chapter two: low expectations.

taglist: @oharasfilipinawife @palesatan @yougavemeyourheartyouknow @amelialysm @crimin4llyins4ne

A/N: sorry for the late update, but imma catch you guys up 🫡

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Over the next few days you manage to get your pre-reading all done and dusted.

You can’t help but already feel exhausted by the amount of things that you have to juggle at university.

Just as soon as you were completed with one task, you groaned at the thought of your long list of remaining errands. Bills, assignments, grocery shopping and your shifts at the cafe were all piled on top of you constantly, not to mention your attempt to attend your lectures and classes, double checking that they were the right ones.

But the most stressful by far was trying to avoid your mother’s calls, which occurs at least twice a day. As of recently, you had thought that you were safe, coming up with excuses left, right and center.

At least that was before you had seen a missed call from your dad this morning.

That’s how you know that you’re really in the shits.

You’re gonna have to come up with something. And in quick timing.

But for now, you’re going to have to sideline your personal dilemmas.

With your new job at the cafe, you have no choice but to remain consistent with your routine, that is of course, if you want your new job to last.

After weeks of rejection or rather, the lack of replies, you had managed to secure a job at your roommate’s favorite cafe spot.

And by secure you mean that you had sort of lied about having experience in a cafe previously.

You didn’t entirely lie…just exaggerated the truth a little bit.

This was one of the only jobs that had replied to you out of a whole stockpile and you weren’t going to let it go to waste. Not under any circumstances.

You did have the experience of watching and observing what your classmate did at her family owned cafe whilst you were on the till for a few minutes.

But nonetheless, what’s so hard about making coffee? Anyone can do this shit. It’s okay if you’re learning on the job, doesn’t everyone? Currently, you succeed in trying to rotate between keeping track of orders and making drinks as well as trying not to get in MJ’s way too much.

But you were handling it to the best of your abilities. Even if that did mean messing up a few of your customers' orders every once in a while. MJ had said nothing about it so far which means that you're in the green light.

For now.

“You really should be getting some sleep, don’t let your first year knock you out before midterms.” She acknowledges, elbowing you slightly.

“I kno–” you barely finish your sentence, another yawn coming out of nowhere.

“See?” She hums, finishing off an order for the previous customer. “You need some beauty sleep.”

She’s referring to your bruised under eye bags that have started to appear. Ultimately, the results of you staying up till midnight yesterday to finish off an assignment. You had only managed to get a few hours of sleep before waking up in time for your 6am shift.

“I also need money, but we can’t have it all can we MJ?” you note, keeping your tone light before you move on to serve another customer.

You’ve only been on shift for a couple of hours but you think you’re coping well so far. MJ forewarned you about the morning lecture rush hour. You guessed that it was soon by glancing at the old clock hung up on the wall, indicating that it was just after 8:30 am. Students continued to spill in and out of the cafe, the bell above the front door continuously ringing in your ears.

A small line had begun to queue up and you swiftly moved through them with ease. As your next customer came up to the counter, your face lit up at the sight of a familiar face.

“Oh hey stranger–” you begin, recognising the same grueling face that you had seen last week bore into you. But you barely get a chance to finish your sentences before he cuts you off sharply.

“Coffee. Black.”

Your mouth forms an ‘o’ as you tap his order into the machine, immediately sensing his disgruntled aura. By the expression on his face, you can tell that he doesn’t seem up for teasing.

He seems…frustrated? Or maybe even upset?

“Name?”

“Miguel.”

You can’t tell whether he’s cranky because it’s 8am in the morning or rather that you failed to notice this the last time you saw him. Either way, it makes you a little dazed. Perhaps he wasn’t a morning person. You understood that because you were the complete same. Taking his name, you brush him off instead hoping that your coffee will cheer him up.

You inform him of the price and he swipes his card without a second glance. He leaves to take a seat in one of the corners of the cafe which just so happens to be the only part of the cafe that wasn’t so overwhelmed with customers.

It’s not long before you head over there yourself with his order.

“Here’s your black coffee.” you say, setting it down in front of him. Hastily, you’re about to run off to prepare your next order before his words stop you.

“I ordered a black coffee. Not a latte.”

You turn around abruptly, realizing your full mistake. “Oh shit, I’m sorry—”

“Are you new here or just incapable of making a simple cup of black coffee?” Miguel interrupts, his tone laced with vexation.

“Who do you think you’re–”

Your outrage comes to a halt by the sound of your name being called by MJ. You glance over your shoulder and notice her point towards an ever growing queue of customers. Shit, you don’t have time to cuss him out.

Taking a deep breath, you make the decision to be the bigger person, after all it’s like what your manager Steve said…

‘ The customer is always right.’

“I’ll bring it over for you, m’sorry.” you apologize again, rubbing at your forehead, suddenly overwhelmed with the pressure. With sweat beading at your brows, you look over to see a small queue beginning in front of the till again.

MJ throws you a hurried glance, a look which you know means ‘hurry the fuck up and make these orders.’

You end up taking longer than five minutes to return back to him, run ragged with the new orders of coffees, teas, lattes, macchiatos and hot chocolates that continue to pile up.

“Here you go, sorry about that.” You place his new and correct drink in front of him.

“No worries.”

You’re almost taken aback by his response. First he snaps at you and now he’s telling you not to worry about it? God, he was so confusing.

“Enjoy.”

You think that you hear a mutter of ‘thanks’ leave his mouth but you don’t turn back to hear his words clearly. Yet… you can’t exactly keep away.

For some reason your brain keeps lingering towards a burning question which has rattled your mind all through the past week. Giving in to your temptations, you end up turning around and prompt Miguel with another question.

“How did you know ‘Pride and Prejudice’ was set in the 19th century?”

“Huh?” He glances up from his phone, his thumb paused in his mindless scrolling.

“Last time, when I saw you in the library. You knew it was set in the 19th century.”

“I didn’t.'' Miguel huffs, and your eyes can help but notice the size of his biceps. You estimate that they’re bigger than your fucking hands. “It was an estimated guess.”

“Really? You don’t seem too-”

“Listen.” Miguel quips, his sharp tone suddenly returning, causing your voice to trail off midway through your sentence. His fingers pinch the bridge of his nose as he speaks. “I’m going to try and say this in the nicest way possible, but I’m really not in the mood for some crap about your literature degree, okay? I really couldn’t care less.”

Ouch.

Your expression drops and you’re immediately aware of the distance between the two of you.

He’s right. You barely know him. He’s just a guy who just so happened to be there at one of the most embarrassing moments of your life. “Right, sorry.”

You’re about to leave his table before he stops you…again.

“Y’know I ought to tell your manager that you messed up my order.” Miguel begins, continuing to scroll on his phone, not bothering to even look up at you. “This is a very reputable cafe and if you start slacking on the job then…”

“Then what?” You question. “Are you trying to threaten me with a bad review?”

“I wouldn’t necessarily say threaten is the right word but…now that you say that perhaps I should write one.”

Your stomach drops at his words. “Oh, you fucking wouldn’t.”

He smirks, still peering down at his phone. “Maybe I would.”

“Bet.”

“Don’t start betting on things that you’ll end up regretting, nena.”

Your brow raises at his phrase which you don’t entirely understand but you really don’t have time to question it. Your patience is running out as well as your time to get back on track with the orders.

As you walk away from his table, his words seem to settle into your skin.

He wouldn’t? Would he? No… he hasn’t got the balls to. What kind of person has that amount of free time on their hands to write a bad review? At least he had gotten his coffee in the end, you were in your right mind not to spill it all over him on purpose.

“He’s a dick, he’s a dick, he’s a total dick.” You mutter under your breath, making your way back to your station. But you should’ve guessed that from your conversation with him in the library, recalling his mocking tone of your embarrassment.

You should’ve kept your expectations low if you ever thought that you were going to be friends with him.

“What did you say?” MJ queries, hearing your mumbles as you join her.

You nod towards Miguel, still sitting in the far corner scrolling mindlessly on his phone.

“He’s an evil, brooding…” You fail to think of an appropriate ending.

“Dick?” MJ ends.

“Correct.” you say. You promise to yourself that from this moment onwards you are refraining from looking over at that corner.

You find that time passes quickly during your shift and once the rush hour of students finally dies down, you and MJ get the chance to finally take a break.

“Fucking hell, I never want to do that again.” She murmurs wiping down the surfaces near the coffee machines for any spilt substances.

“Ditto that.” you murmur, grabbing a cloth to wipe down some empty tables.

Learning that MJ was a performing arts student made you more than happy to get along well with her. She was in her second year, yet in a sea of sickening STEM students here you had real proof that you weren’t the only humanities student.

Take that Miguel.

/

Currently eating dinner alone in your apartment, you reminisce on your day in silence, your roommate out at her weekly computer coding club. You think that it was safe to say that it was a good day today, despite all the stresses at work.

Speaking of work, you recall the conversation from this morning.

You don’t want to give this Miguel guy too much credit but you’d be lying if you said that his threat earlier didn’t scare the shit out of you for the remainder of your day.

Even MJ had to ask if you were alright when it got to the end of your shift and you had brushed it off, blaming it on your exhaustion.

He was totally bluffing….right? I mean, he doesn’t even know you.

You bite down on your metallic fork, anxiety rapidly filling you within.

No, you can’t help it. You have to check.

Chewing on your fingernails, you type in the name of the cafe that you work out and head over to the reviews section on Google.

Scrolling down to find the latest reviews, your stomach practically drops at one comment, under the simple username of: @miguelohara20.

‘New barista lacked the ability to do her job. Couldn’t pay attention to even get my order right. Talks way too much unprovoked, to the point where you might as well save some money and make the damn coffee yourself.’

The fucking nerve of this guy causes so much anger within you that your fork practically falls from your other hand as you immediately go to text MJ. You send her a screenshot before typing with fury.

- ‘Did you see this? This was that guy that I was complaining about earlier: the rude, evil, brooding STEM one.’

Sent: 7:34pm

It’s not long before you receive a reply from MJ and it’s one that makes your stomach drop.

- ‘Yeah I did :/ Steve texted me about it actually.

Received: 7:36pm

MJ sends through another text, a few seconds later.

- ‘He wants a meeting with you on ‘customer etiquette’ !!

Received 7:36pm

Dropping your phone on the table, you let out a groan, holding your head in your hands. Now, this day went from ‘good’ to being the second worst day of your life, now with your job on the line.

Yeah…you think you fucking hate Miguel now.

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-Good morning princess <3

~Abby Anderson smut~

pairing(s)! Abby anderson! x fem!reader

SMUT

warnings! porn with barely ANY plot, cursing, vulgar words, strap on! (r-receiving), sub!dom! dynamic, power and strength kink, dom!Abby w/slight rough, sub!reader, somnophilia (if you squint) vulgar description of s*x, oral! (r-receiving)

proofread?? yes? no? kinda?

word count?? 2,790

a/n! hi, so a quick lil side note. i definitely started over with my writing (not happy with my first one) . really wanted to take my time n write something with abby cuz i luvvv her!! based on a a scenario i know would happen after abby was stressed out ><

PLEASE lemme know how this is!!! is my first one imma actually keep hehehe

summary! after a busy morning, abby comes home to find you curled up in her bed, and she simply can't resist

Smut under da cut ;)

Abby wasn’t one to complain. She kept it tough, kept it together. But when it came to you, Abby felt weak. Abby felt weak in the best way. Walking into her apartment after a stressful morning of patrol and running into Scars, Abby was overjoyed to see you curled up in her bed, a blanket tossed over your sleeping figure. Nightmares had been plaguing you for days now, losing so much sleep every night. The bags under your eyes when you two saw each other for inventory meetings and patrol had worried Abby sick. She often was woken up in the middle of the night to meager knocks on her door, opening it to see your disheveled figure shaking with tears painting your cheeks. Abby never asked much, just swept you into her arms, shushed your sobs and wiped the tears away from your puffy eyes. You ended up sleeping in her bed most of the time now, grateful for a warm strong body curled up next to you. 

Abby softly dropped her bag, unlacing her boots by the door. She scanned your body, checking for even breathing, making sure you weren’t in the middle of a nightmare. Since you had lost so much sleep, Abby refused to let you join her on patrols so early in the morning, shushing you back to sleep with soft kisses. You felt extremely guilty, letting that guilt get the better of you whenever Abby got back particularly pissed off. She never blamed you, even when you got angry. You had never seen such a vulnerable side of your girlfriend, where she comforted you that you were still incredibly important and vital to the WLF, even with nightly terrors.

Quickly donning a more clean outfit, the edge of the bed dipped as her weight fell onto the soft mattress. Gingerly scooting closer to you, Abby laid down on her side, softly capturing you in her embrace. She slowly pulled her body flush against yours, chest meeting your back, your backside resting against her pelvis. Abby loved how small you looked compared to her, her chin resting on your head, dwarfing you in size. Her soft fingers reached onto your exposed side, running them along the length of your ribcage. Softly moving them down, Abby traced her fingers along the smooth and warm plane of your stomach. She could never get enough of your warm and soft skin, supple to the touch. Her other arm moved to scoot under your pillow, settling between your neck and jaw. Her lips came forward and ghosted a kiss over the shell of your ear, moving them to place feather light kisses on the back of your head. She smelled your hair, so soft and clean. Abby could kiss and touch your skin forever. Tracing her fingers along your belly with soft scratches on your abdomen, Abby moved them up under the sleep shirt you wore, a stretched out tank top she usually wore to work out in.

 “It smellsss like you,” you would say, for any chance to wear it. 

Exploring the soft warmth of your skin, Abby sucked in a breath when she realized you didn't have a bra on. Ghosting over the skin of your breasts, Abby’s desire to touch you grew tenfold. Realizing the need for your sleep, she resigned herself to tracing her fingers along your skin. She groaned internally when her fingers traced below your naval, gently cupping your clothed cunt, incredibly warm to the touch. If you were canvas, Abby’s hands would paint you a masterpiece. 

Feeling the memory of soft warm fingers on your skin, you slowly blinked, still half asleep in your dream-like state. You smelled a familiar scent and let out a content sigh as Abby realized you woke up. Her fingers could mold you into clay, keep you as soft as putty. 

“Good morning Princess,” she whispered softly, placing a delicate kiss on your ear. Even though it was 3pm in the afternoon.

You hummed, scooting your ass higher into Abby’s front. She nipped at your ear, fingers cupping your waist, scooting you as close as possible to her. 

“Cruel beautiful thing,” she rasped, to which you softly smiled and hummed again. 

She kissed down your ear onto your jaw and neck, relishing in the amount of exposed skin you gave her as you opened your neck to her assault of kisses and licks. Placing soft and wet kisses on your neck, softly biting down onto your sweet spot, she dragged a low moan from out your parted lips. 

“Can I touch you princess?” Abby cooed, almost like she was begging. 

You hum, slowly nodding your head, not entirely awake yet. 

“I need words, pretty girl,” she whispered once again, nipping at your earlobe, making sure you were lucid enough to say yes. 

Breathy sighs fell from your lips as she held your ear in her teeth, 

“yes baby,” you sighed. “p-please touch me.” 

You had never ached for something so strong. 

Snaking her hand up your shirt to cup your breast, she smiled to feel your pert nipples push against the fabric. She gathered the sensitive pink bud between her fingers, rolling it with painful slowness. Your eyelids fluttered, a breathy gasp leaving your lips. Abby got you right where she wanted, moldable and malleable. Her lips continued kissing, biting and licking your neck, eventually settling on placing a warm hickey. 

“Oooh… Ab-Abs baby,” you moaned, electricity and warmth zinging down to your clothed mound. As she rolled your nipple, pulled it and stroked it, a pulsing heartbeat began to build deep in your belly. You were sure the blush on your cheeks was wild. 

“Yeah princess? You like it when I play with you? Playing with these delicious tits of yours?”

“yes yesyes yes,” you breathed out, another moan falling from your mouth. 

“Yes, what baby? What's my name beautiful?” Abby whispered, voice soft and low, laced thick with desire. She was sure her eyes had shifted, almost cobalt in their lust. 

“Yes da-daddy,” you ground out, hungry for more. Your ass ground into Abby’s waist, earning a low chuckle from the blonde behind you.

“Atta girl,” Abby cooed again, taking the other breast in her hand, rolling the nipple between her strong fingers. You looked to see the muscles in her arm, taut and tight, heartbeat in your pussy growing by the second, aching to be filled. You clenched around nothing, soft shame burning your cheeks and turning your ears red. 

“Ba-.. daddy… please please, i-i want,” you managed to babble, feeling warmth pool in your sleep shorts. You were sure they were soaked. 

“Hmmm.. princess? What do you want? Gotta speak up for daddy,” Abby toyed with you, pausing her to pull off your chest, whining at the loss of contact. 

“Touch me, oh please touch me,” you pleaded, breath turning shallow and fast. 

“Touch you baby? Isn’t that what I’m doing now?” Abby chided playfully. The immense power trip she got from teasing you, displaying her obvious strength over you made your mouth water. Your outright begging to be touched was enough to snap Abby’s self control leash like a twig, delighting in the pleasure in riling you up until you practically screamed to be fucked. 

“Or do you want me to touch that sopping cunt of yours?” She hissed, reaching her hand to roughly grip your clothed mound. You moaned loud at the feeling, dominance pouring through her words. Her vulgarity was striking against the formality she usually spoke at. 

“You jus need daddy to fuck you, stuff you so full with daddy’s cock you can’t think? Is that it doll? Fuck you back to sleep?” Biting your ear as she said these vulgar things, you moaned, rutting your ass against her front one last desperate attempt to feel something. 

“Pleasebaby i need–i need it i need your cock please ill take it good i swear…. I swear!” you plead, Abby easily grabbing your body and tossing herself over you, locking you in a cage of her arms. Her lips attacked yours feverishly, her honey hair cascading over you. Your hands immediately snapped up into her locks, interlocking your fingers, whilst wrapping your legs around her waist. The sounds of your kisses were filthy, coupled with spit and teeth. She swiped her tongue over your bottom lip, biting down and pulling your lip out. You groaned into her mouth, as she groaned low and loud from her throat. 

“Shirt off,” she said, an air of power in her voice. Obeying soundlessly, tossing your shirt somewhere on the floor. Her approving smile warmed your insides. 

“Pants off too angel,” she said, kneeling in between your legs as you kicked off your sleep shorts. She licked her lips at your obedience. As you leaned your head back on the pillows, Abby took your shut legs and wrenched them open, exposing your warm wetness to the cool air. It made you gasp while Abby stared, downright leered at your cunt. Her eyes grew hungry, mouth slightly opening, swiping her tongue over her lips. She took your body in, naked and spread only for her, and it fueled her. 

“You’re fucking soaked angel, so wet from just me playing with you,” she chuckled. She took her thumb and led a slow languid drag down your slit. Your pussy was on fire, the simplest touch making your back arch and a moan split out of your mouth.

“You’re fucking pathetic baby, just a needy slut who needs daddy’s fuckin, is that right?” Abby questioned, almost laughing.

When you just whimpered, she took you by the neck, fingers wrapping around your throat. Her near animalistic stare locked with yours, pure hunger and admiration in her eyes. 

“Answer me when I’m talking to you angel,” she emphasized the angel part, squeezing just a bit tighter. Your pussy pounded for relief at the feeling, cries falling on deaf ears as you said, “yesyes yes yes daddy i need your cock please!” you cried out, near tears. 

“Then I gotta get you ready, don't I baby?” Abby mocked, moving her body down and locking your legs around her strong arms. She attacked your thighs with tongue and teeth, sure to leave her marks on you. She left a chaste kiss on your most sensitive bundle, then licked a clean and slow stripe from your needy hole all the way up to your clit. You nearly came to that feeling alone. Strangling your fingers in her hair you let your head fall back, drunk in the feeling of her mouth on your cunt. Abby was messy and she had no shame in it. Sucking and licking your clit in circles, moving down to fuck your hole with tongue, reaching up as far as her tongue could go. Loud sucks could be heard in the room, near pornographic moans accompanied. Abby hummed against, vibrations making you gasp. 

“Ab-Abs abs abs oh-oh fuck daddy!” your legs shake, on the brink of the most delicious release. Suddenly, she stopped, earning another loud whine from your lips. Sitting up fast to stare at you, she gripped your neck again. 

“Whiny whores don’t get dick now do they?” She softly threatened you, eyes dark and wide. Your puffy lips, fucked out eyes and pink cheeks made Abby’s pussy pound. The outright control had you in a puddle. Abby needed to make you feel good, needed to make sure you knew exactly who you belonged to. You shook your head in compliance.

“N-no daddy,” you blubbered, looking up at her with your wide doe eyes and pout. Abby couldn’t help but mock your pout, moving to kiss you slow and tenderly. 

“Good girl- ass up and out princess,” she whispered, using her strength to easily flip you on your belly. Abby kneeled on the bed, lazily palming your ass, spreading your cheeks to see your soaking wet, throbbing cunt. You moaned loud at the feeling. You were making a mess on the bed, slick dripping down your thighs. Abby could feel that heartbeat, practically see it, and lavished in its thrum. You shook your ass slightly, earning a chuckle from the blonde as she pushed her hand down your spine, pressing your head into the pillow. Hearing the sound of clothes being discarded, your pussy grew hotter, swelling in anticipation. As 8 inches of silicone traced down your wet cunt, you pushed your hips toward her, greedy.

“daddyplease daddy please fuckme ive been so-soso so good,” you moaned low. Abby just hummed and filled you in one fell swoop without warning, gripping your hips so hard against her body bound to leave bruises. You groaned, something akin to a moan, or a scream. She picked up a steady rhythm of plunging deep inside your pussy and pulling out just far enough to suddenly pound farther in. 

“Abs AbbyAbs oh fuck oh fuck!” you gasped and heard the wet slap of your pussy being stuffed rut against Abby’s skin. You gripped anything, knuckles white on the bed sheets. You’ll feel sore tomorrow, prey to Abby’s relentless teasing.

“Say,” thrust. “You.” thrust. “Are.” Thrust. “All.” Thrust. “Mine.” she ground out, the filthy sounds of your pussy filling her ears, moaning at the feeling of your ass against her. You squealed as she pulled your hair rough, back pressed against her now bare chest. 

“Im- oh fuck daddy! im -im a-all yours, jus yours Abs” you shook out, nearly passed out at the speed and energy of her thrusts. You were fucked dumb, completely at her mercy. Short cries and mewls into the air left your parted lips drooling. She pushed your head into bed, hand still in your hair. 

“Yeah baby? Only m’cock- fuck- c’make you feel this good hmm?” Abby cooed, unable to keep her own moans quiet anymore.

And you felt it, felt that orgasm from before growing in your belly; Abby could feel it too. She picked up your waist and lifted your bottom half off the bed like you weighed nothing. You gasped at her brute display of strength, loving the feeling of your pussy being used for Abby's pleasure, like means to an end. A white sticky layer of your come coated the strap, dripping down your thighs. “Yes daddy m’love your cock s’much on-on-only you,” moaning and blubbering your words as spit rolled off your tongue.

She pounded recklessly into you now, sweat lined her brow as your moans grew higher, laced with profanities. You were hers and Abby loved seeing you like this. Completely under her power, experiencing the greatest pleasure you could ever know. The only woman to ever make you feel this loved, this fucked out. 

“Gotta give you one angel-fuck hmm oh fuck- gotta make it good baby yeah?  You‘been so good princess- so so so good for me,” Abby rushed out, unable to keep her own orgasm from stopping.

She became sloppy, the squelch of your pussy taking her strap felt like music to her ears. She unlatched one hand n’began to stroke your clit with her pointer finger. The pressure deep in your belly grew. 

“Oh fuck-fuc-abs- daddy m’please don’t stop donstop, mma’come Abs imgonnacome oh my god!” you cried, voice growing in pitch. The pressure in your pussy swelled, and your orgasm swelled over you like a wave, mouth dropping out in a silent O as your her name left your mouth strangled and loud.

Abby felt your cunt squeeze around her strap, clenching and unclenching, liquid gushing out of your swollen hole, falling onto the bed below. Seeing that sight ended Abby, tipping her over the edge, the pressure on her clit euphoric. She tipped her head back, moaning.

As you came down from your high, your legs shook and Abby slowly lowered your legs back to the bed. Abby took hands off your hips and kissed up your spine, making sure to end every kiss with “i love you,” “you did so good baby,” “my perfect girl,” “my best girl.” She sang your praises, occupying your mind as the strap slowly pulled out. You cried short of the feeling, suddenly empty. You collapsed, body sweaty against the bed. 

“Princess?” Abby cooed, quiet and tender now. She tucked hair behind your ear, kissing your forehead, once, twice. She had moved off her knees onto the floor to see you open your beautiful eyes.

“I’m gonna clean ya up m’kay baby hm? Get you all clean. Can you roll for me sweetie? Good girl thank you,” as you rolled over, thankful for the cool air.

She examined your fucked out face as you rolled. Your chest rose and fell in slowing breaths. Abby looked at the hickeys littered on your body, smiling. Kissing her sweet and tender, you hummed, closing your eyes. Returning quickly with a warm rag, Abby cleaned you then climbed into bed next to you, wrapping her arms around your body as you clung to her, head nuzzled into her neck. Her bare legs against yours was heaven.

“I love you s’much Abs,” you looked up at her, smiling, kissing her chin delicately. “That was the best way to wake up from a nap,” you giggled, as Abby laughed and kissed your head. 

“I love you s’much princess,” she soothed. "Go back to bed, I got you baby."

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Prettiest Smile in the Paddock

Request: May I request a writing piece with Daniel Ricciardo dating a black reader who has dimples, captivating smile, and he’s absolutely whipped yet horny for her. Every time he talks to you he focuses on your plump glossy lips and gets whipped when you laugh. Gets possessive of you whenever other men compliment your smile, it’s real pretty y’all LMAO, and he kisses you in front of them or leaves a few comments online. I like your works <3

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x Black!Reader (@iamsamiira face claim)

Word Count: ~4.2k words; Some smau

Warning: Smut (fingering, slight voyeurism, p in v), Jealous Dom!Daniel, slight praise kink (not on purpose 😵‍💫), but like it's also kinda cute

A/N: Imma just say this right now, I say the word "horny" in the request and ran with it. Brain went feral. Thank you to the anon that sent in this request! It was SOO much fun to write. It's also been a while since I last wrote smut, so it took me a bit to get in the groove, but I think I made it work 😁. Anyway, hope you all enjoy! Love y'all!! 💖💛💖💛💖💛

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    “Y/n! I haven’t seen you in a while.” Max exclaims, hugging you once you finally reach him after walking across the large car filled showroom.

   "It's only been, like 3 months. And I've said hi to you a number of times through phone calls  and facetimes." You adjust your medium sized purse on your shoulder and cross your arms, looking around the large room.

   "Okay, yeah, sure. But that's nothing like seeing you in person." Max rests a hand on his hip and pushes the bill of his hat down a bit with his free hand.

   "True. We need to go on a group trip again. Me and Kelly have been talking about that for a while now." You mess with the high ponytail you had your braids in before quickly checking to see if you've gotten any texts from Daniel, which there was one.

Daniel

I'm almost there, love. Meeting ran late. 😘

Y/n

Okay, honeybun. See you soon ❤️

   "Was that Daniel?" Max nods towards your phone that you're stuffing back into your purse.

   "Yeah, he's running a bit late. He had a meeting early this morning." You fold your hands in front of you, checking your lavender colored manicured nails.

   "Wait, how did you get here then?" Max's question is accompanied by mild hand movements.

   "He got an Uber for me. I think he has plans for us after all of this so he didn't want both of us to have a car to drive from here." You allow your gaze to roam again over the various winning formula 1 cars lining the wall of the room.

   "What was the meeting for?" You attention was back on Max who has now decided to cross his arms.

   "To be honest, I have no idea. But he seemed pretty excited about it." You shrug, flashing a small grin to driver in front of you. The conversation varied from this point, hitting several different topics while waiting for the Q&A to be set up and for Daniel to finally arrive. When he does he spots you but doesn't approach you yet. He greets people without actually looking at them because he's watching you interact with Max. Watching your plump glossed lips move to continue some running joke between you and Max, and the smile they create when you guys begin to laugh. He typically loves the sight and sound of you laughing, in fact he still does in this moment, but it's the fact that it is not him as the cause of such sight that irks him. The debrief he was being given about the Q&A was a small buzz in his ear as he continued to get even more hot and bothered at the sight before him. Smiling. Talking. Grinning. Laughing. Touching… A small touch to Max's arm, seeing your soft manicured hands touch another man, even if it is, no, especially because it is one of his best friends, sends him over the edge.

   "Mhmm, yeah. One sec." He give the person talking to him a brush off and stalks toward you and Max. You didn't even realize he was there until Max's attention shifted briefly to right over your right shoulder, but it still didn't stop you from jumping slightly at the sudden feeling of Daniel's arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you impossibly close to him.

   "Oh, hi baby! When did you get here?" You shimmy your right arm from between your two bodies and mess with his hair, seeing that his curls have gotten a bit long.

   "A minute ago." He silently nods a hello to Max, eyeing him a bit two long.

   "How was the meeting?" You finally rest your hand on his chest, his attention still on Max.

    "Fine. I'll tell you about it at dinner." He finally tears his gaze away from Max and places it on you, causing something to stir inside him. That grin he was envying was now for him. Your doe-like eyes pulling him in. The sight of you alone never fails to make his dick jolts a little, so being this close to you now, along with the added possessiveness he was feeling at the moment, he knew that there would be something he would need to hide when he finally sat down for the Q&A.

   "Well, I think they're ready for us." Max breaks Daniel's intense transfixion on you, prompting a fierce side eye from him that is really only visible from your angle.

    Daniel didn't truly respond to Max's word. He instead responded to the interruption caused by his words. So he first nodded, turning his head slightly to look at him, and then, with his large, spread out tattooed hand, he reaches around to take a firm yet gentle hold of the nape of your neck in order to guide you into a passionate, possessive kiss. A kiss that let anyone paying attention know in no uncertain terms that you were his. He made it a point to take in your full bottom lip, to push his tounge into your mouth and allow the two of your tongues to dance together. You were shocked initially but soon fell into the kiss that lasted another approximate 10 seconds before Daniel finally retracted, using his thumb to wipe of the corner of his mouth while maintaining eye contact with you, before finally giving a verbal answer to Max's comment. "Well, let's go then." He turned on his heels and left headed back towards the woman who was previously debriefing him. What you and Max didn't see after he turned around was a dark expression that settled on his face briefly and him quietly muttering to himself "That'll show the fucker." Before he eventually regained his composure once he got back to the woman.

   "What the fuck was that?" Max was just as stunned as you were, both of you just watching as Daniel now cheerfully interacts with the people running the Q&A.

   "I have no idea." Sure you were confused, and you absolutely wanted to be mad, but there was absolutely no negative feeling that could negate the pooling warmth forming between your legs. What in the world has gotten into Daniel?

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   Daniel was glad that the Q&A was on a couch with pillows, because watching you behind the camera, laughing at his off handed jokes, smiling at heartfelt answers. Every once in awhile, he has to reel his attention back in. It was whenever he starting thinking about the curve of your lips, your dimples that appear beneath the corner of your mouth. The inability to take his eyes off of your beauty is what drew him to you a year and a half ago, which also meant that he had to endure seeing that laugh and that smile be pointed towards the actions of his colleague.

   So that was what was playing in his head the entire drive to the restaurant for dinner. He did engage with you during the drive, joking about the day and the interview, but the entire time he was stewing. It has never been this bad, his possessiveness over you, but he ultimately chalked it up to you two not having been physically in each other's presence for 3 weeks. All he wanted was to be near you, to have all of your attention, and having to share it today was excruciating. But now he was here, you sitting pretty across the table, a large part of him wishing you were in his lap instead, but you being across from him allows him to keep a devilish side of him that seems to be dominating today at bay for a moment

   "So, the meeting? What was it about?" You place your chin on the back of one hand that had the elbow resting on the table as your other hand brought your wine glass to your face. The action had your lips perching perfectly on the rim, leaving a beautiful stamp of them with your pink tinted lip gloss when you do remove the glass from your mouth. Daniel shifts in his seat uncomfortably when he feels his pants tighten.

   “Oh, uh, yeah. I think it went well. Jist of it was, uh… I think I’m gonna have a race seat next year.” The bright smile that he flashes you makes your heart swell, but also turns on your protective mode for a second.

   “‘You think’ as in they said maybe or…” You gave him a knowing grin, waiting for the answer that you have anticipated all day.

   "I absolutely have a seat next year." You fail at stifling a squeal that emerges from your excitement as you get up from your seat and fall into Daniel's waiting lap, wrapping your right arm around the back of his neck and using your left hand to squeeze his cheeks to manually pucker his lips for a kiss, selfishly using this moment to rub your thumb over his handsome stubble.

   "I'm so proud of you, you know that? I never doubted it though. You're too good and you love this sport too much for you to stay out of it too long." You allow your eyes to roam over his face which displayed obvious intoxication, not only from the alcohol served to the two of you but also by your scent. Your face. Your weight on his lap and the feeling of your butt on his crotch. You two stay this way for a moment, just admiring each other, but when you move to get up, Daniel hooks his arms around your waist to keep you in place. "What?"

   "I did want to talk about something else, and I think it's best we discuss it like this." His hand begins to slowly rub over your dress, up and down your waist. "You know how much I've missed you the last couple of weeks?" 

   "Of course, baby. And I've missed you too. Facetiming wasn't nearly enough." You lean into his body slightly, fingers combing through his grown out hair as you hold an innocent gaze with his eyes. Your smile was gone and was instead replaced with the resting pucker your lips normally have.

   "Exactly. So you'll understand when I say that seeing you share that smile…your smile... your laugh…with Max, it made me feel a certain way." His hand has abandoned your clothed waist and has now moved to your thigh, pushing up the fabric of your short, pastel lavender milk maid style dress in order to have full contact with your skin.

   "What way?" Your eyebrows scrunched together ever so slightly as you begin to scratch his scalp with your nails, causing him to have to hold back a moan.

   "Like I had to do something to show him that that smile you were giving him was mine. That you pretty little face is all mine." His hands travel higher to play with the hem of your underwear as his eyes grow darker and more lustful.

   "Well you sure did that." You shift on his lap a bit, reacting to the wetness producing between your legs and due to your boyfriend's words and the location of his hand. 

   "What I did today was the kid friendly version." He stops his hand to lean closer to your ear. "If I could've fucked you right there to show everyone you are mine, I would've." These words nearly ruin your underwear as you are shocked by the raunchiness of your boyfriend. He's always been pretty goofy and horny like a teenager, but this domineering side, this was new. You were too stunned by his words to respond in the moment, eyes widening before looking around the empty restaurant patio.

   "Daniel, what the-" You didn't intend to finish the expletive, but you were never given the chance, jumping at the hem of your underwear being snapped on your ass.

   "Shh, still my turn, love." Daniel taps your upper thigh like nothing just happend, and you lean your upper body back so you can get a full visual of his face, a mischievous grin and raised eyebrow looking up at you from your perched position. "So, basically what I'm saying is that seeing you be oh so friendly with my colleague made me feel 'a certain way' to the point where I had to hold a pillow to my lap for dear life."

   "I see…" You work to hold back a laugh, instead producing a strained grin that so beautifully accentuates your dimples, further making Daniel's point.

   "That! That pretty face right there! How could a person in their right mind share that pretty face?" He runs his hand along your thigh again, examining the glow of your brown skin under the string lights on the patio. Your beauty does things to cloud his mind, but he eventually gets back aboard his train of thought. "The point I'm trying to make is that I think someone need to be punished for what I had to go through today, and Max isn't here so…." His finger was back at the hem of your underwear, tugging lightly.

   "Me, huh?" You were now raising your eyebrow at Daniel, unsure of what was about to ensue. He nods at you and hums an affirmation.

   "Yeah, sorry sweetheart." He cranes his neck upwards a bit to capture your lips in a loving kiss that's followed by a few pecks, before initiating what neither of you expected to be a long night. "We're gonna start with these. Go on to the restroom and take them off for me, love." His sweet smile was a stark contrast to the nature of his request, but you obey, getting up from his lap and heading to the bathroom and returning a few minutes later, stealthily placing your underwear Daniel's out stretched hand. When you go to sit back down, crossing your legs as the night air hits your pussy.

   "Happy?" You squint your eyes at him as you finish the bit of wine that was in your glass.

   "Yes. But I would watch the attitude if I were you. We're just getting started." This was the understatement of the year. Once you guys were done with dinner, he purposefully took extra long interacting with people that came up to him, causing you to squirm due to your covered up indecent exposure, and the slickness producing between your thighs because of the situation. What especially doesn’t help your situation is when one fan of his, male and obviously more excited to see Daniel than anything else in the immediate vicinity, takes the time, once he noticed that you were there as well, to say “Y/n! My girlfriend loves you! She always talks about how pretty your smile is and now seeing it in person I understand why.” You could feel Daniel’s eyes burning into you and the guy during the very short interaction and when you agree to take a selfie for the guy to be able to show his girlfriend and we're unsurprised when he rushed you to the car afterwards. Once he pulled away from the restaurant and began the drive home everything was fairly normal when looking at conversation alone. The topics were normal and like any other conversation, Daniel worked hard to make you laugh until your sides hurt. But inbetween the laughing and the talking, the moments when silence reigned supreme is when Daniel took the opportunity to torture you again, running his hand up your thigh, brushing against your exposed pussy. The closer to home he got, the more impatient he got, which meant the longer his hand would linger, even providing the occasional rub to your clit, making you hips buck and gravitate toward the source of the feeling. "Patience, love. Patience."

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   After was felt like an eternity, Daniel finally had the car parked and you guys were making your way inside, still giggling about whatever the mundane topic was before exiting the car, but once you got inside, there was an obvious shift in the air which caused you to turn your attention to Daniel. 

   "You ready to continue your punishment, hun?" He presents you with a scheming grin, crossing his arms briefly before unhooking them and instructing you. "You can take that off, then come to the bedroom." He turns on his heels and walks in the direction of the bedroom, not giving you a moment for rebuttal, but you still do so anyway.

   "Don't I get a say in this?" You protest to his back, yourself unmoving.

   "No." Is all that comes from the stairs that head up toward the bedroom, which is then followed by some more instruction. "You can leave the clothes there." With him out of the room you knew that what little protesting you have done has probably increased whatever was coming your way so you just follow directions, first slipping off your sneakers, then removing your dress, and small burst of surprise when you see your underwear already gone, leaving your bra as the last item of clothing before you were fully nude and making your way upstairs, stopping at the entryway to the bedroom, seeing him seated on the ottoman bench in front of the bed. "There's my pretty girl." The smile he gave upon seeing you in the doorway oozed with genuine, undefiled love for the person he was looking at, making you shrink a bit under his admiring gaze, crossing your arms over your chest and hunching your shoulders slightly. "Aww, don't do that. Come here." Daniel coos your way, patting his lap. You make your way over and take a seat, both of you unbothered by the way you were already creating a wet spot on his pant leg. "You're beautiful, you know that?" He looked up at you from from where you sat with an immense amount of longing and concentration, eyes very obviously scanning every inch of your face.

   "Yes, I do. But I still love to hear it from you." You give him a bright grin, flaunting your dimples, flattery clearly painted on your face.

   "God, I hate that I have to share you with anyone. I wish I could just have you to myself all the time." His hands begin to roam around your body and then starts a direct trek up your leg, over your thigh, dipping inbetween before continuing up your abdomen and finally finding a home on your breast, eyes neglecting to meet yours.

   "Well, I can't help that completely, but I do know that you have me to yourself right now.” You subconsciously squeeze your thighs together, satisfying the underlying need for contact between your legs as you wait for whatever is to come your way.

   “You’re right. You’re always right, my love.” The mushy grin stays stagnant on his face. “Get up on the bed, baby.” He tips his head to the bed behind you two, and you obediently oblige to his words.

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   “Ah, fuck Daniel!” You reach and grab the wrist of the hand that belonged to the two fingers moving in and out of you. “I-I can’t. I can’t.”

   “Yes you can, baby. Just cum for me one more time.” Daniel coos in your ear. He was still fully clothed, lying on his side, using his fingers to make the most obscene noises come from your pussy.

   “Please-fuck-I think two is enough.” You whine, basically pleading for your life. You just get a maniacal chuckle in return.

   “I think you can give me three.” You whine to his response. “Oh come on, pretty girl. Where’s that lovely smile of yours? You shared it with everyone else today. It’s my turn.” Daniel slows his moving fingers to a stop and removes them, sucking you off of them before using them to languidly rub circles on your clit, winning a gasp from your full, parted lips. No words come to your brain to respond to his words, the change in sensation bringing you closer to Daniel’s goal. He varies the pressure and speed of his actions in response to the reactions you have. Your words flee further and further from your brain as you get closer and closer to cumming for the third time, hips bucking into his hand as weak strings of profanities drip from your lips. Finally, a feeble attempt of a smile graces your face as convulsions take over your hip movements, allowing your third orgasm of the night to over take you, surprised by the feeling of fingers being removed from you, not remembering when Daniel reinserted them, and then your head being cradled into his clothed chest. “There’s that smile.” He just holds you close to him and caresses your tired out body, praising you. “You took your punishment so well, pretty girl.” He caressed your ponytail and placed a kiss on your flushed brown forehead. He truly had nothing more planned, ready to just call it a night, so one can understand his surprise when he finally hears your voice.

   “Daniel, I need you.” It was simple. Short. All you could think of at first, but when you don’t hear a response you speak up again. “I need to feel you. Please.” You start to press your hands up his abdomen, beginning to exposed the various tattoos on his upper body.

   “Whatever my pretty girl desires.” Daniel finally responds with a content smile and proceeding to remove his own clothes.

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    “You take my dick so well, pretty girl.” Daniel pauses his rhythmic thrusting and uses the thumb of his free hand to massage your clit, his other hand holding your right leg vertical. You lightly whimper to his praise, simultaneously loving and regretting your momentary increase in libido that was the cause of this round. 

   “Move, please.” Your word are weak and come out like a moan, but Daniel just keeps massaging your clit, grinning down at you.

   “Not until you give me a smile, honeybun.” His words were sing songy, and the movement of his thumb begins to slow, causing slight panic in you that prompts a weak, forced smile to be produced. “Good girl.” He thrusts once shocking a groan from you. “And it better stay there.” And so you attempt to hold your smile with each thrust that is occasionally combined with the massaging of your clit, expletives interrupting your disposition every once in a while. “Ah, ah fuck. That’s my pretty smile. Mine. Who’s smile is that?” He jolts his hips once and stops, waiting for your answer.

   “Yours. Your smile.” Your groaned words were harsher, voice becoming hoarse from the noises you have been making all night.

   “That’s right, my love. Good girl.” He continues to move his hips again, leaning forward a bit, changing his angle inside you and adding a delightfully painful stretching sensation to your hamstring that you did not expect to push you closer to another orgasm. “You gonna cum again, sweetheart? Do it. Cum for me.” His words weren’t anything extremely special, but the force they were said with. The fact that he was demanding you. The throaty groan of his voice. That is what pushed you over the edge. The furthest over the edge you’ve gone all night. So far over the edge that it resulted in Daniel’s torso being soaked and his dick being squeezed by the repeating orgasmic spasms of your pussy, driving him to his own end, cumming into the condom wrapped around him and then dropping onto the bed next to you. Once you both come down from your highs Daniel gets up to dispose of the used condom in the bathroom, but before he exits, you hear the bathtub faucet turn on before he returns. “Come on, love. I’ll clean this up. You go get in that bath. You’ll no doubt be sore after all I put you through. Sorry about that, by the way. I have no idea what got into me.” He helps you out of bed and over to the bathroom.

   “Don’t apologize it was hot. You’re cute when you're jealous.” You giggle, accepting the help since your legs still felt like jelly.

   “Oooh, you shouldn’t have told me that, honey.” He kisses your temple before stopping the water and helping you into the warm bath.

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   The next day was more filming for youtube videos around the Milton Keynes campus for all three Red Bull drivers, Checo being able to be a part of everything today after his travels were held up the day before. At some point they found themselves conversating between takes.

   “So, where’s Yn today? After what Max told me happened yesterday, I expected to see her tied to you or something.” Sergio jokes, taking a swig from his water. Daniel just nervously chuckles and rubs the back of his neck.

   “To be honest, I didn’t expect for her to be able to walk today.” Max chimes in, giving Daniel a knowing grin.

   “She’ll be fine by this afternoon, I think.” Before the other two could respond to his innuendo, the three were being called back to film, the topic thankfully dropping as he checks the text he got from you just before the break.

Y/n 

The soreness has gone down enough for me to slowly make it to the kitchen to get some cereal for breakfast.

Daniel

It’s noon.

Y/n

Shut up, this is your fault. 🤬

Daniel

Love you. ❤️

   He tucks his phone away, only thinking about how excited he was to see you later.

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[shotmrmiller]

All the nurses are confused why there 4 large men crowding around the baby in your hospital room.

Price is a baby hog: imma say it. He wanted to be a dad so bad, it’s all of their kid! but, Price will hip check anyone out of the way to be the first to hold the baby. Gaz acknowledges the baby, adores the baby but, he beelines to you. Right now? You need his attention and affection. You’re his priority, he’ll have his baby time eventually.

Soap wants the baby SO FUCKING BAD! But nothing is going to make Price put the baby down (Except you, he’ll gladly hand the baby over to you) Soap’s acting like a crackhead looking for his next hit. Simon doesn’t want to hold the baby yet, he’s fine watching for now… he pokes the baby ngl

Gaz rocks along with whomever is rocking the baby. (It’s a thing) A subconscious thing, someone else has the baby, bouncing it, Gaz his rocking and bouncing in sync with them. His voice turns soft and sweet whenever he talks to the baby. When it’s Gaz time? It’s soft and sweet calm down time.

Soap holds the baby in increasingly weirder ways the older the baby gets. Like, that kid is nothing but a rugby ball to Soap. He randomly bites the baby. Not like ‘chomp’ but, like mouths the baby’s chubby cheeks. MAN HANDLES baby! Not too rough, just to get the giggles going. When it’s Soap time? It’s high energy fun time.

Price is a baby head sniffer, a coddler, the one who’s scolded most about holding the baby too much. They’re not going to want to be put down! “Well, why do you think I got these muscles for? So I can hold them s’long as they want! Mind your own damn business!” When it’s Price time? It’s Stern loving care with no nonsense.

And Simon, oh Simon. Simon is the worrier. He checks to see if the baby is breathing every 20 minutes, he has *everything* on hand. Blankie’s, dummies, hats, extra socks, anything that baby needs? Simon has. He’s the one they’ll run too when they need anything. When it’s Simon time? It’s dumb jokes, happy giggles quiet time.

They- they have a girl. They’re all girl dads, no question.

(Poly baby au. You’re the Squad’s girl and it’s their baby)

You inspired me.

(That and I just became an Auntie and, disgustingly, have baby-fever. I hope it goes away soon)

POLY FUCKING BABY AU!!! CHRRRRRIST!!!!

IM GOING INSANE

THEIR BABYYY!!! i need a poly au baby or im gonna lose my goddamn mind.

Can you imagine like the nurse being like so, who's the father? only for 4 hands to go up.

oooookay...who's the biological father? Simon, bless his tactless soul just bluntly says, "We all fu-err, sleep with her."

The nurse just sighs. "Someone needs to fill out the paternity acknowledgement form and the baby needs to have a last name."

Johnny thinks that it should have all of theirs because MacPrilerrick is definitely something that should go on paper.

But the genetics are obvious, so the baby's last name is Garrick.

Price is the one that rips his shirt off for skin-to-skin time, though. "Everyone piss off."

Johnny would totally cackle at him like, "Yer gonna smother the bairn with yer chest hair, Cap." Because his body hair situation is that much better.

Kyle's softly speaking with the nurses, asking them a bunch of questions they're more than happy to answer.

Simon's simply staring at the baby, because why is she so small? You'll pull him out of his reverie with a soft touch to his wrist. "You won't hurt her. There's no place safer for the baby than in your arms, hm?" He has to sit down to hold her because his knees spaghetti.

Congratulations!! The newborn phase is the best. They just smell like BABY.

I could eat them right up.

[hunterbunter3000]

OH LORD MAMA TAKE THE WHEEL THISNIS MY LAST ONE.

imagine the boys just got back from a mission and when they enter the base, they found sweetheart cooking their country food for them. The taste is giving ✨SEASONED✨, its giving ✨you want me to marry you✨, its giving ✨that type of food that added 10 years to your life span✨, ITS GIVING ✨YOU DID A VERY GOOD JOB AND IM PROUD OF YOU✨

NOOOO NEVER STOP THESE I SWEAR YOU'RE JUST FINE 😍😍🫂🫂 these give me life you have no idea miss roro💕

(@missroro ROROOO GURL IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER😭😭 PLS FORGIVE ME I WAS SHADOWBANNED AND THEN OTHER ASKS KEPT POURING IN🧎‍♀️this is quite long, so hopefully you will take that as a sacrifice for my tardiness 🙏I hope you're doing well! I miss you LOTS 💓)

BUT UGHHH GOD

And the FACT that I already have a scenario that's kinda like this blows my mind 🤯🤯

When Sweetheart wasn't needed for this certain mission, she said "aight bet. I know yall are gonna be so damn tired and hungry so watch this WORK."

(Idk if you wanted Sweetheart to cook her home food, or cook their country meals, so imma do both 💀)

Her home-cooked food:

When Task Force 141 came back to the base they smelt that SEASONING IMMEDIATELY LIKE--

Gaz: Something just happened.

I know he's the FIRST to book it to the living room, and then he sees the PLETHORA

GRITS, SWEET YAMS, MAC AND CHEESE, CHICKEN, HAM, GREENS AND OX TAILS, CORNBREAD-- ALL THE GOOD SHIT YOU CAN THINK OOOFFF

Gaz squeals (LITERALLY SQUEALS) cause he's been wanting to taste her cooking.

(He's always asked about African-American cooking since he grew up with British cooking. Sweetheart told him the goodness and he's been hooked on it ever since)

Everyone else comes in and sees the table and they're just in shock

Like what the hell- how long did it take you to make all this?? I love you???

It felt so domestic, like coming home to a home cooked meal after getting off work and seeing your wife smile at you saying "welcome home, dear!"

Sweetheart is just beaming at them, saying "I know yall have been through hell, so have a lil' piece of heaven!" (She's so CHEESY) the mother in her comes thru, telling them to take showers and get situated first then come eat.

WHEN I TELL YOU THAT THEY B O O K E D IT TO THE MENS SHOWERS TO GET CLEAN-- GHOST PUSHED ALEX AND SOAP INTO A WALL SO HE CAN GET THERE FIRST (König and Price were already in there LOL they're witches I swear)

They were done so quickly Sweetheart had to check if some of them were actually clean

Sweetheart: Suds?

Soap, flushed: uhm, yeah?

Sweetheart, eyes squinting: Did you wash yo' ass?

Soap:

Soap: Yes...?

Sweetheart: GO GET CLEANED

Soap: BUT FOOD--

Sweetheart: G O

(Alex and Gaz low key laughing at him and Price is disgusted that Soap sometimes doesn't wash his ass)

They all finally sit down and they just enjoy the warm feeling in their chests while looking at the food. Sweetheart turns on some r&b music (is this a black 80s BET movie? MAYBE) and she walks to the edge of the table, eyes are filled with love and pride for her team. "Aight, I'm gonna keep this short and simple cause I know all yall are hungry and tired," she starts. The team sit on every word she says, as they always do. She smiles. "I'm glad you all made it back safely. Successful mission or not, I will always be proud of all of you. I love yall."

She's too good for them, man. Wtf

They all just fell in love with her more AHA

So she sits down and the chatter and clatter begins. They all moaned so much when they ate the food 💀💀

(They all went into a food coma and had the BEST SLEEP EVER)

--

(If she made everyone's food from their culture) (I put my whole ass into this wow)

When SAS and Los Vaqueros trudged through the hallway, they heard a clang and a yelping "Ow! Son of a-"

Price and Ghost look at each other before picking up the pace towards the kitchen. "Sweetheart? Are you -" Price freezes when he sees the kitchen filled with different types of food. " - Okay..."

"Oh fuck-- Hey! Yall are back already! That's wonderful." Sweetheart nervously laughs as she wipes her hands on her messy apron. The others start to come in, not expecting the different dishes on the counters. She squeals, "Nah uh! Don't come in here! Go and get cleaned now, all of you!" They stare at her for a bit until sprinting to the Men's Showers. Shouts and loud bangs from falling tact gear are heard, making Sweetheart chuckle and shake her head. Once the men came back to the kitchen, she was gone and so was the food. "In here!" She yelled. Soap made it first to the dining room and let out a big gasp. On the long, make-shift table sat a multitude of different foods and drinks each man recognized from their home country.

"Oh, mo leannan, this looks barry!" Soap exclaims.

"In English, Mactavish." Ghost mumbles, making Soap kiss his teeth. "This looks wonderful, St.! I'm- how did you--" Sweetheart shushes him, Soap still smiling ear to ear. "Don't ask questions! Just come sit down and get your plate."

They all grab a plate and utensils with rushed steps and big smiles.

- 𓆩♡𓆪 -

Price, Ghost, and Gaz sat at the end, where they all recognize the things to make Bangers and Mash. Shepherd's Pie and Fish and Chips could be found on all their plates with a side of Barm cakes. Their dishes melt in their mouths, dragon breathing at every bite since it was still hot. Ghost had a feeling in his chest that he felt extremely warm and overwhelming. He didn't think she would make something like this for him. "How're yall enjoying it?" She asks behind Price. "Umberweivable!" Gaz spouted out, a disbelief and amazed look on his face. Sweetheart laughs at him, "Hopefully, that meant unbelievable!" Gaz nods quickly with big food-filled cheeks. "Absolutely amazing, Princess." Price says after taking a swig of homemade Ginger Beer. "Haven't had Shepherd's Pie and Ginger Beer in so long. Good run down memory lane." Price smiles with soft and grateful eyes. Sweetheart snorts out a laugh and taps her cheek. Price raises an eyebrow until the embarrassment creeps in. He grabs his napkin and wipes the food that was stuck to his cheek. "I'm glad you like it, Cap! It was so hard finding an easy recipe for that damn beer." Sweetheart grumbles, looking at the kitchen with furrowed eyes and hand on Price's shoulder. He leans into her touch and sighs. "All in all, thank you." He murmurs, lifting her hand and placing a kiss on it. Sweetheart giggles, ignoring the heat coming from her hand. "You're very welcome!" She moves to Ghost, who has been quietly shoveling food in his mouth. "Hey Ghost! Are you--" Sweetheart stopped when he looked up at her. Eyes big with tears running down his flushed, stuffed cheeks. His eyes tick away from her changed face. "What...?" Simon whispers. She gives him a soft smile as one of her hands wipes off his tears. He didn't even notice the tears falling... "You enjoying the food?" She asks softly. Oh, that tone. That tone she uses only for Simon. He shivers, nodding his head slowly and then laying on her hip. She coos, wrapping her hand around his head while giving him head scratches to calm him down. You're alright, Simon. She's saying through her touch. Enjoy yourself.

Soap was practically vibrating in his chair when he saw a pitcher of Scottish Ale next to a big pot of Cullen Skink and an array of Scotch Pies with small Bacon Butties on the side. He did a double take when he saw a dish filled with Stovies and fried cut potatoes. Just how he ate it when he was younger. He lets out a disbelieved laugh as he reaches for it. "St.!" He calls out to her. She comes over with a worried look. "Wassup Suds? Everything okay?" He looks up at her with glassy eyes and a smile, nudging the Stovies. Sweetheart snickers, "I told you I would make it! I remember you tellin' me that your...màthair? Or-- mudder- damn I forgot how to say it-- but ya mom use to make this for you! So I looked up a recipe and may have added some of my extra spice to it." She explains as she whispers and laughs that last part. He can't believe that she remembers that. He told her that when he met her; telling her all the different Scottish cuisines. "I hope it tastes good..." She mumbles to herself. She cares. Soap grabs his spoon and collects some of the dish. She cares so much. Memories going through his mind when he chews it. She cares too much. "It's delicious." Soap whimpers out. Sweetheart smiles as she bends down to hug him. "I'm glad you like it."

Alejandro exclaims loudly when he takes a bite of his abundantly covered Elote. Rudy chuckles at him, taking another big ladel of Pancita and putting it in his bowl. "Hey guys, are you- WOW," Sweetheart yells. "You guys really ate almost everything! The Tamales and Flautas are gone..." Alejandro hums as he swallows. "So is the Ceviche and the Pipián." They both laugh at Sweetheart's surprised face. "Yall were hungry!!"And we still are, mama!" Alejandro snickers, taking more bites of his corn. "Mi flor, how did you make some of these dishes? And by yourself?" Rudy asks. He's so proud of her. He feels like he's back at home. "Oh, I had some help! Kinda-- some of the rookies helped me make the dishes! But then I kicked them out cause they were getting on my nerves." Sweetheart said, making the men laugh. "I knew you were a good cook. You would make a good wife someday, Sweetheart!" Alejandro shouted out as he smiled. Her shy laugh made him feel warm, but he wants his statement to come true.

König wanted to cry. He hasn't seen such a big pan of Tiroler Gröstl in a while. A basket of Kaiser Rolls is next to some Kasnocken and a pot full of Potato Gulasch. He scratches the brown hood he has on. Sweetheart made it for him so he could wear it when he's on base, since his other one was stinking up the joint. He watches Krueger take a big bite of his food and gulp down his drink that tastes like Almdudler. He's also wearing a hood that Sweetheart made for him; light blue fabric and handmade yellow stars scattered around it. It's scrunched up to his nose, his scarred lips still munching on his roll. He seems to be enjoying himself. König hasn't eaten with Krueger ever since they were kids. The impact on Krueger's actions in the past really changed everything for König and the family. But at least they're bonding in silence. "Hey, you two! Enjoying the food?" Sweetheart asks. Sweetheart. "Yes, meine kleine Göttin. It's very tasty." Krueger compliments her. She giggles, but it's cut short when Krueger grabs her arm and kisses her cheek. "Thank you for this wonderful feast, my love." He whispers in her ear with a smirk. Her mind goes blank for a moment, the heat of the kiss still searing on her brown skin. König grips his fork hard, turning his knuckles white. She sputters and then loudly laughs. "Yeah! No- no problem! I uh, König? How you uh, you enjoying the food?" He looks down at his plate, still quite full of food, yet not feeling like eating any of it anymore. König smiles with his eyes. "I am, Schatz. Thank you."

Horangi was enjoying himself to the fullest. Slurping down some Jajangmyeon with korean fried chicken and Kimchi fried rice with an egg. It reminds him so much of his mother's cooking, and when he didn't receive any Valentine's Day gifts so he would eat the noodles on Black Day. He blows on the noodles, the steam fogging up his black sunglasses. He wishes his past choices didn't bring him to this point. To be reminded of what he had, and now it's gone. He drank some of his soda, causing a big burp outta him. "You seem to be enjoying it, Horangi!" But without all his choices, he wouldn't have met her. He chuckles, covering his heavily scarred smile with his hand. Her warm hand snakes around his, gently pulling it down. She wants to see his smile. Her eyes sparkle at seeing his half-uncovered face. He's so pretty... "You like the noodles? M'sorry if I got the sauce wrong, I think I forgot some ingredients--" Horangi shakes his hand up. "No, no! It's perfect. The black bean sauce is amazing. I almost finished the whole pot." He's extremely impressed by her, but the cold feeling in his spine is wanting him to put the mask back on. Sweetheart squeals and claps, "Oh wonderful! I'm so glad you like it! By the way.." She leans down to hug his frozen form. "I hope to see your smile again. It's very pretty." She says. He is not grateful for his past choices, but he is grateful for her.

Alex and Roach enjoy their food in comfortable, happy silence. Alex hasn't had a decent cheeseburger since his leave. He dips a crinkle cut fry in ketchup, while Roach enjoys a big Maine Crab Roll. He's never tasted one before, but he always has, ever since Sweetheart gave him a postcard with the Roll on it, it's been his dream to taste one. "Yo, Alex! How's the burger?" Sweetheart asks, walking up to the both of them. Alex hums with a smile on his face. "You can't go wrong with a cheeseburger unless it's from a dirty bar." Sweetheart laughs, "Amen to that! And you're you doing, Gare Bear? Ya like the roll?" She asks sweetly. Roach can feel his face heat up from the nickname. He puts it down, finally taking breaths from horking it down non-stop, and putting two thumbs up. Her bright smile made both of them feel warm inside.

Graves sighs. His bones and joints hurt so damn bad. That mission with everyone was successful but it always costed some type of labor pain. He went to his dorm, already clean and changed into casual clothes. He could've sworn he heard laughing on the other side of the base... It didn't matter to him. All he wanted to do was to sleep off this pain. He notices a big plate covered in tin foil and a small note plus a coke-a-cola on his door mat. His eyes scan down the hall way with confused brows. Is he being pranked by one of his shadows? He better not be, he doesn't have the patience for it- Oh it's from Sweetheart. Wait- "What?" Graves mumbles, eyeing the messy note. The note reads:

Hey Graves. Congrats on the successful mission

Made you some dinner cause I'm pro proo pri PROU FUCK proud of you. That is the only time I'm gonna say that to you and it's not even in person. Doesn't matter, enjoy the food

Sweetheart ♡ (p.s. you still an asshole and NO I did NOT put laxatives in your food this time)

He huffs out a chuckle with a wobbly smile. So she does care for him. In a-- weird, hateful way. He walks in his dorm with food and drink in hand and opens the tin foil, the smell of barbecue baby back ribs, steamed carrots, buttered rolls and mashed potatoes fill his nostrils. His mouth waters immediately as he sits in his desk chair. He digs in with the utensils that Sweetheart gave him, his mind immediately going to his repeated fantasy about having a family with Sweetheart. Her, serving him a big plate of food with their baby boy on her hip. She kisses Graves's forehead and situates their son in the high chair before she starts to eat as well. A happy smile works on his face, not feeling the tears streaming down his cheeks. A happy family. "It's delicious..."

- 𓆩♡𓆪 -

After Dinner Bonus!

"Hey, no one go ANYWHERE! Yall are helping me clean all this shit up!" Sweetheart points out with a frown. Soap laughs, "Of course, hen! Why wouldn't we?"

"You did a lot for us, Princess. We'll take care of everything now. Go and take a load off." Price says close to her. Very close to her. "Nah, I can help!" Sweetheart pushed. "Your shoulder has been bothering you, hasn't it?" Ghost said, making Sweetheart flinch. "Why you gotta call me out like that, man?" Sweetheart whined. He was right, though. She's been rotating her left shoulder from time to time, playing it off every time one of the boys asked about it.

Alejandro laughs, placing his hand on her hip. His thumb doing small circles on her thin clothing. Rudy and Krueger strolled towards Sweetheart. Rudy wore a soft smile, yet his eyes told a different story. A more mischievous story. Alejandro's voice dropped an octave, making a hot jolt spike through Sweetheart's spine. "Come now, mama. I know just what to do to help you relax."

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[yuyu1024]

Cherry lips

Pairings: San x Y/N

Genre/tags: idol dating, au, establish relationship

Warning: 🔞 a little smut, cursing, sensual touching, making out, pet name, fluff too

~~~~[lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 1.3k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: just random drabble again. I made these a few days ago or probably a week ago.. but just posted now coz i forgot..? 😂

Also side note.....Adulting life is hard 🥲 hehe

Struggggling hahah anyways Have a nice day and night to everyone.

Brb.

***

San messaged you, saying he's not feeling well today. So after finishing your work, you hurriedly commuted to get to his dorm so you could check on him and see if he needs anything.

"Huh? Y/N, what are you doing here on a friday?" Seonghwa asks, surprised to see you standing at their front door.

"How's Sannie?" You ask

"Ahhh...." he chuckles. "He's in his room... acting like a baby." He moves yo the side, gesturing you to come in. "He already ate. Mingi cooked him a soup dish to make him feel a bit better."

"Does he have a fever?"

Seonghwa shakes his head, "He's a lot much better now. He has been deligent taking his medicines, drinking water and eating well."

You sigh a big relief. "Thank goodness..."

"He just finished showering and going back to bed to watch a movie... he is basically okay now actually.. so I'm not sure why he asked you to come?" Seonghwa says scratching his head.

"What else? San probably wants some cuddles from Y/N...and get babied even more." Mingi says as he comes out of his room. "He even asked for a hug from me yesterday when I gave him his food..." he chuckles remembering how San acts.

"Probably..." you agree.

"If you two get hungry... There is food in the fridge. I cooked something for lunch earlier... just heat it up." Mingi says as he ties his shoes. "Imma go to the studio... so..."

"Be safe... you and manager." Seonghwa says

"Bye!" You wave to Mingi.

And as soon as Mingi is out

"I'll be in my room and watch a kdrama... I'll put my speaker on... and if I do get out I'll put my headset."

You title your head to the side. "Why? What for?"

Laughing softly, "We all know how San is... when he asks for you..."

You suddenly felt your cheeks heat up from what Seonghwa just said. "Oh dear!" You cover your face.

"Don't worry... We don't judge... it's part of human nature and..."

"Does that mean... you guys could hear... oh dear!" You panic

"Yah... don't worry about it... we don't really hear it all out..  probably just once time... and we learned from it."

"Oh God!" Your cheeks and ears are totally red now.

Seonghwa pats you at the back. "Sorry... I should've not said anything..."

Shyly looking at Seonghwa. "No it's fine... if ever... hmmm... we.... well... I'll try to tell him to be more quiet... and.. me too..."

"Cute." Seonghwa pinches your cheek.

Caressing your cheek after Hwa pinches you. "I'll go and check on Sannie..." you say

"Okay... I'll go and make myself busy now." He scoffs before turning his back.

You waited for Seonghwa to totally shut his door before you march towards the opposite direction, where San's room is.

"San?" You call as you knock lightly.

No answer. It's quiet.

"Sannie...?" You twist the doorknob and slowly push it open. "Sannie??" You whisper while your head is slightly tilted to take a peek if he's there. "Hmm... maybe he's asleep..."

You slide one foot first and then the rest follows. You are very cautious, trying your very best to not make any loud noise that could wake your boyfriend.

Scanning the whole room, you see that the room looks okay, nothing to clean so far. The TV is on but with a very low volumn that you barely hear it.

'He must've forgot to turn it off or probably fell asleep without him noticing' you say to yourself as you carefully walk further more in and look for the remote to turn it off.

"What are you doing?"

You screach a bit loud the second you hear someone talk just as you turned off the TV, making the room completely dark.

"I've missed you."

It's San.

"Fuck! You scared me!" You're heart is beating out of your chest.

"I can feel it..." he sounds amused by you getting scared. "You're heart is beating so fast..." he have you in his embrace from your back. "Sorry if I scared you... I was just waiting for you to get close..." he sniffs you by the neck. "I didn't thought that you'll turn off the TV..."

"Well... me too...I didn't noticed that your mini light weren't open... now it's completely dark."

"Just turn on the TV again so we can see..." he snuggles onto you more while he wrap his arm around your torse. "You're wearing a blouse?" He asks as he let his hands feel your top.

"I came straight from work..." you say. "I was so worried about you when I read your message..."

"Sorry if I got you worried..." his slides two of his fingers between the gap of your buttoned up blouse. "Mingi and Seonghwa took care of me well... but the reason why I did texted you still is  because.. I miss you..." his fingers gently touches your breast. "I miss you so bad." He breathes in your scent from your nape

"I miss you too..." you take his other free hand and kisses his knuckle. "You're schedule have been hectic and I got bit busy too..."

"I'm free tomorrow and on sunday..." he hums, brushing his lips all over your exposed neck. "Stay with me..." he breathe the words as he turns your head towards him so he could kiss you. "Your lipgloss... taste like cherry..." you could hear him smile as he pulls away from the kiss

"Sannie... I need light... I want to see you..."

"You do?" He suddenly lets you go

"Hey!" You try to catch on and grab him as he moves away but you lost balance and fell off the bed. "Aw!!" Your knee hit the frame of the bed.

"Baby!" San panics and hurriesly switches on the soft light from the side of his bed.

You are wearing a black skirt with a slit on the side. And the expose knee hit the edge of the bed real hard.

"Does it hurt?"

"Yeah..." you are holding on to your knee. "It will be fine... though I'm sure I'll get a bruise..."

"Baby... I'm sorry." San grabs your face and kisses you on the lips and then on both cheeks.

"Hey... I hurt my knee...not my lips..." you chuckle.

A smile spreads across his lips and his cute dimple showing. "Please... stay..." Then he goes to kiss you again making you smile.

"Okay... But..." you raise your index finger and taps the tip of his nose. "No sex..."

"What? Why???" He pouts

"Well... unless we're not alone." You sit down and suddenly remember how embarassed you felt earlier. "Just... I don't want them to hear us..."

"But they already did..."

"You know?!?"

"Baby, how can they not? We are loud... what do you expect?"

"Fuck!" You fall down on his bed, face down. "No! I didn't want them to hear." You mumble over his duvet.

"Baby..."

You suddenly got up. "No... control yourself okay? No sex... until we are completely alone."

"You're saying that but your face shows you are not happy with what you're trying to implement." San burts to a laugh looking at your troubled expression

"Fuck! I miss you too and of course... I nee-- no... I wan--- no..." you are trying to breathe in and breathe out. "No... I'm here to cuddle and take care of you. We can play games and watch movies... to divert ourselve."

"Whatever you say, baby." San leans in and kisses you on the lips again. "I'll do whatever you say..." he hums those words like he's testing if you will break seconds into your pep talk.

"Don't lure me, Sannie. You already opened my blouse... yes... but no..." you smile into the kiss...

"I can try again later." He then pinches your cheek as he pulls away from the kiss. "I love you."

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[rzyraffek]

You did a request on fainting in front of Brahms, so how would the Sinclair Brothers react to reader fainting? Thank you! Y’all have a good one! :3

Yay! My writing spirit came back! So now imma spam you all with fanfics!! I also wrote a bit more that JUST Sinclair bros

They/them, sfw, Request Open

Slashers with s/o that faints

Bo sinclair

Will immediately pick them up, check for any damage.

Will be stressed af, and get so protective i swear

Will overthink it, he kinda has anger issues so he might think he did something that casued it??? Idk

When s/o wakes up he gonna be so realived. They really gave him a scare

Will ask if anyone hurt them? Or is it like normal for them

Overall 7/10 probably died 5times while waiting for you to wake up

Vincent Sinclair

Tralala vibing with my love lala HU- WHY ARE THRT ON FLOOR??? UHH BO? BO! S/O IS IN FLOOR

Will knee and check breathing and heart beat. Of thank god at least they are alive

With bo's help carried them to bed room and he didnt leave their side! Holding their hand whole time

When they wake up he gonna shower them with kisses and hugs!!! Yay so you are alive!!! Yay!!

Will lay in bed with them, moving his legs in air while s/o turns into Wiki page and tells him all sympptoms, what to do ect

Overall 8/10 live laugh love Vincent

Lester Sinclair

S/o got to tell this man about their 'fainting problem' before it happends

Bcs this dude might cry, or have mental break down

Especially if it happend when yall where in Forest, AWAY FROM ANYONE THAT COULD HELP OR COMFORT

S/o probavly gonna wake up in middle of car ride home and this guy will be so relived

Guy will acually take notes of stuff he needs to know about their fainting problem, so in case he panics next time he has everything written down

Overall 9/10 boy is doing his best

Jason Voorhees

P.A.N.I.C

Immediately picks them up, so so worried, will check their heartbeat by putting his ear on their chest

Lays them down on the most comfy bed he could find in this god forsaken camp

Sits down next to it (probably in chair or if there's non he will just sit on ground)

When they wake up he will be so so happy but also so so puzzled? Did you ate something bad? Were you too hot? Too tired? Too worried? What happened! Tell him

You gotta to tell him step by step how to react, how to notice that s/o will faint and what to do afterwards

Man will be on full alert after every time they pass out. Like this guy will lay them gently down, put water bottle right next to them so it's close and litteraly stab anyone in 100meter radius (boi gets protective)

Overall 8/10 good care taker

Myers Micheal

... okay? So your sleeping now??? Weird

Nah but fr he was in ASYLUM for FEW years, he probably saw plenty of people who pass out, due to stress, emotions, self destructive stuff ect ect

So he knows what to do and how to do. But he simply doesn't want to lol

Hes sure that you will be fine. He will just make sure that you didht break anything or that you are laying in position that makes you able to breath of course

S/o gonna wake up with muscle pain and headache :(

Gonna tell micheal that. No babe you arent edgy, you are just an asshole

Next time he gonna sigh loudly and put s/o back to bed. Only because they gonna be mad at him afterwards.. its not that he cares! Pfff micheal? He totally doesn't care pfff

Overall 4/10 will judge the position you passed out in

Billy lenz

Will sit on their chest, litteraly he gonna choke them frfr. But he didnt mean to so it doesnt count!

Will talk to them while they are passed out

Will drag them to couch because no way in hell hes going to drag them all way upstairs

Will get bored and lonley >:(

When s/o wakes up they have to explain to him that, no s/o wasn't sleeping, they were timed out of life

Gonna bring them glas of water

Gonna look at them with his goblin eyes,and be like 'sooo can we play uno now?' 'Honey I see everything doubled now 'okay... so can we play uno now'

Next time they pass out he is gonna put them in so many blankets they turn into burrito (not only in looks but also its probably extremely hot)

Overall 6/10 would rather play uno

Asa emory

"Ooh honey..." picks them up✅, carries to bed✅, puts in right position✅, grabs water and mess from kitchen✅

He is so ✅✅✅

Will ask them about how they feel, do they need to puke? Maybe stronger meds? Are you cold? Or maybe too hot?

But he isn't very 'in your face' with all those questions, he asks them just like doctor would, with absolute no emotion or huge facial reactions. He knows it might be stressful or overwhelming

Will give space if needed

He also made sure to reread books and articles about people who pass out randomly to make sure to read theirs body language

Dont worry little butterfly you can rest now

Overall 10/10 but made you watch his beatle collections while you couldn't leave bed

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[pablitogavii]

Please do one where gavi is super dom so every time she goes out he has to remind her she's his (even tho he would let her wear what ever she wants he knows it turns her on also)

Behave, muñeca

After Pablo’s injury you really didn’t want to go out at all, or leave him alone for a second. You wanted him to rest and you to take care of him and everything else.

So when your best friend invited you to go out for her birthday party you immediately refused not even telling Pablo about it. It was unlucky that your best friend happens to be Pedros gf and he told Pablo all about it.

“Callate! You’re going amor! It’s her birthday!” He insisted while you whined saying you couldn’t leave him alone at home and he groaned.

“I’ll be fine. I’m not a baby you know?” He frowned and you asked him where his medications were to which he didn’t have a clue.

“Fine! Just leave them out for me and go have fun with Fran..and I’ll call if I need? “ he said and somehow you agreed rushing to get ready.

A few hours later…(think SpongeBob)

“Amor I’m ready! I put your medicine on the cupboard by the bed and you have dinner on there as well. Let me know if I missed something..” you said walking out but Pablo was shaving many dirty thoughts to care about any of what you said.

“You did muñeca..venga aqui” he said in a soft yet demanding tone and you walked up seeing him pat his lap and you immediately knew what that meant. You sat down on his healthy leg careful not to hurt him.

“Que pass amor??” You ask although you already very well knew what it was all about..

“You look very good preciosa..” he said moving your hair back and snuggling his nose into your neck where your perfume was driving him crazzy!!

“Thank you..” you say shyly knowing where this is going. Per usual Pablo’s lips found their way to your neck and he started to diligently suck on your skin. You tried to hide moans..

He bit the skin and you whined naturally pulling away or just trying because he was pulling you right back towards himself.

“Behave muñeca..you know the rules. You wear whatever you want but with Papis marks on your neck..” he smirked and you smiled nodding your head and moving closer again giving him more access to suck in more of marks onto your skin.

“Vale, now you’re ready..” he said licking his lips while admiring your neck covered in hickeys. Pablo was proud!!

“Hmm they look so good Papi” you wink knowing it builds his ego as he smiles leaving a few kisses on top before you get up.

“They look good on you muñeca” he said while you checked yourself up in the mirror.

“Hm I don’t need jewelry..this is my second favorite necklace..my favorite is..your handprint” you whisper into his ear that last part and he clenched his jaw wanting desperately to recover and take you how only he knows..it’s been so long.

“ Behave muñeca..or imma make you go on your knees before you leave” he said and you pouted kissing his lips slowly as he put his tongue into your mouth holding your jaw roughly.

“Mm maybe that’s what I want Papi” you smirk getting on your knees in front of him while he tossed his head back with a loud groan.

[bigtreefest]

Chapter 5: Heaven + Back

From: Bigger Houses Series

Pairing: Mountain Ranger! Ari x Reader

Summary: Heaven isn’t even half as far as you’d thought it’d be. It’s barely out of town.

Word Count: 2,181

Content/Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, kissing, sundresses, size difference (applies to all readers bc Ari is just THAT HUGE), dry humping (imma call this technically smut), like sickeningly loving glances but don’t call it love, dancing, getting fed dinner

Author’s Note: I’ve never written anything sexual before, so go easy on me. Also, nothing gets me going like a man who treats his partner equally, taking care of certain things and not expecting anything in return, even though the relationship is full of equal exchanges. I hope this chapter shows a little bit of that back-and-forth. Likes, comments, reblogs, and asks are sooooo welcome and appreciated!!

Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Below is the song which inspired this chapter. Kinda a sweet little flouncy tune.

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You and Ari had been officially dating for about two months now, but had agreed to take it slow for the sake of both of your hearts.

At this point, you were much more aware of the other’s schedule and trusted each other enough to share your locations, something he made sure of so you never had to stress over where he was like that one night. The one night that changed everything for him, for the better.

As you were getting off work, you looked down at your phone to see a text from Ari:

‘I’m picking you up at six. We’re going for a picnic. Rest is a surprise😘’

You smiled at the device in your hand. Ever since that night, he also made sure to tell you a general plan of the dates to ease your worries. Whether or not to eat before, what you might want to wear, could all be implied since he gave just enough detail without spoiling the whole plan.

Ari smiled down at his phone when he saw your reply:

‘I’ll be ready, see you then, Bear❤️’

Ari’s buddies at the ranger station took note of his dopey smile, the way he was always checking his phone unlike anything they’d seen in years of working together. Not even when he was dating his ex, Savannah, or as they all said amongst themselves, ‘the she-devil who must not be named,’ had he ever been this plugged-in.

She never cared to be around, and Ari never cared enough to check his phone for his messages while on the job, and that’s all they needed to know. You, however, they all really liked you. You had come by to surprise Ari during one of his later shifts, so only a few of them were around. Rachel and Max sat with Ari in the dim shack, lit mostly by the golden light that came through the blinds facing the west, a product of the sunset.

You knocked and came in, wearing a sundress and carrying a light dinner you had made using croissants you got from the bakery in town, along with a few baked goods for Ari and the other rangers. It was your day off, and another day of trying a new spot, so you’d figured it was as good a time as any to see where he worked and make a good impression on the closest things he had to friends besides Sammy.

You introduced yourself and sat with the three of them for dinner, everyone raving about the food and thanking you for the rare treat. When you got up to leave, Ari walked you out, giving a bear hug and kiss before he opened your car door and watched until you drove away.

He returned to the station to be greeted by two smirking faces as they chewed their desserts. “We like this one. Don’t mess it up.” Rachel quipped.

Ari went to sit back down at his desk, thinking about you in that sundress, unable to wait until the next time he could get you alone.

Ari was far from a home cook. All that his fridge really housed was enough to get by, but not enough to impress you, so Rachel helped him pick the best restaurant to get some takeout for your picnic date tonight. He’d cook for you someday, but he figured it was better to have enjoyable food now, while he was still learning. You didn’t deserve to be fed garbage.

He stopped by town to grab the meal before heading up the winding road to your place. You stepped out on the front porch in another one of your sundresses, hair down and sunglasses perched on your head to combat the evening light. You weren’t wearing a jacket, but this was by design. Maybe Ari could keep you warm. Little did you know, he had the same plan. He had purposely not said anything about needing one, excited for the chance to put you in a jacket of his own. It made him feral.

Ari walked up and greeted you with a peck, holding your hand to guide you back to the truck. Well, more like him holding out his pointer finger for you, with your smaller hand wrapped around it. You learned that first night after holding his hand that it was a little difficult to spread your fingers to accommodate for his large ones, so this was one of the solutions, besides holding hands without interlocking fingers, just as good of a fix.

He opened up the driver’s seat of his truck, knowing you would’ve slid as close to him as possible anyway, and grabbed your waist to help you get in as you jumped and slid, scooching over. Ari followed and held your hand once again as he drove.

“So where are we going?”

Ari glanced between you and the road with a smile. “Somewhere very special.”

He took a turn off the paved road and onto a dirt path, an access route that was part of the lesser-used hiking trails. Ari pulled past a creek, and through the evergreens, until he reached a rocky clearing, turning the truck around so the bed was facing a cliff.

He hopped out of the truck as you scooted to the edge of the bench, legs dangling over the side as Ari moved to stand between them. He rubbed your sides, leaning in and placing his forehead against your chest. He took a deep inhale, comforted by the scent of your perfume, but you could tell it was more than that. He was about to say something important, something that made him feel vulnerable. You ran your hands over his hair to comfort him, an attempt of telling him he could take his time, you would wait. His eyes raised to meet yours.

“This is my favorite place. I don’t think many people come out here, but it’s probably the best view you’ve ever seen. I used to run up to this spot just to get away from everything. Seeing town so small really put everything into perspective at a time where I was so fragile and everything was falling apart. I wanted to share it with you.”

You looked down at him, grateful that he trusted you with something he valued so much. “Thank you, Ari. Thank you for bringing me here.”

You leaned down and kissed him before he helped you down and led you to the edge of the cliff. He was right, it was a phenomenal view of the town below, framed by the rest of the mountains that created a valley for it to sit. A haze was falling down the mountainsides, covering everything in a light mist that caught the golden-pinkish hue the sun began to cast.

Ari opened up the truck bed, where you saw pillows and blankets wrapped up. He helped you in before joining, the two of you working together to lay them out before he pulled out the food through the back window of the truck.

You offered a hand, but he insisted on finishing the setup himself, pulling you across his lap and feeding you bites, alternating with his own.

As you finished up and Ari set the containers aside, you shifted to straddle his lap, your sundress draping over both of your legs like a puddle of fabric. From his point of view, he swore the setting sun formed a halo over your head. You looked angelic, and it was fitting, for the grace you always gave him. Sunday morning had nothing on you and the miracles your simple existence had done for Ari. He didn’t know he had needed saving, and that was just what you had done for him and then some.

Ari admired everything about you. It’s like there was magic in your eyes. For all he knew, this gravel road was a street of gold because you touched it. The only thing he hadn’t seen you do yet was turn water into wine. But to be fair, he hadn’t asked.

As you looked into his eyes, searching back and forth, you could see how deeply he was looking into your soul.

“Hey, Bear, what’s going on in your head?” You leaned in closer. He always looked at you with such deep care, but it was too soon to call it love, right? Maybe it was longing? Maybe it was trust, or appreciation? What was a word to describe all of those things together?

He looked up at you with the dopiest grin. “Just thinking about how amazing you are.”

His hands rubbed your back, slowly pulling you down closer to him until your lips met. Your fingers ran through his hair, nails scratching his scalp, causing him to moan into your mouth. This kiss which was soft and tender at first became needier. Ari’s hands moved to your hips and squeezed.

His grip pulled you forward, creating a delicious friction against your core. You could feel yourself growing wet through the thin fabric of your panties as he continued to guide you back and forth in his lap. You pushed yourself against him harder, feeling his erection grow through his jeans as you maintained a rhythm.

You finally pulled away from the kiss, gasping for air and tucking your face into his neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses on his sun-kissed skin. The salty taste of a thin layer of sweat hit your tongue, swirling with his familiar cologne and the surrounding pine, creating a comforting musk that was so him.

One of Ari’s hands moved to your cheek, guiding your head so you could look into his eyes again.

“Eyes on me, Duchess. You look so beautiful right now. You’ve gotta be an angel, this feels heavenly.” Ari panted between his words.

You began to move your hips furiously against his, whines leaving your mouth as you could feel yourself cresting towards a peak. You could tell Ari was getting close, too, his moans growing deeper and raspier as his fingertips dug into you.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that. I can feel how wet you are through my jeans. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

His eyes, his words, his body. They were all begging for release. The combination pulled you towards the edge as you felt a warmth flush over your entire body, your eyes squeezing shut, abs tensing, and pussy clenching around nothing. Ari’s strong hands kept you moving, riding out your high as he finished below you with a low grunt, your open mouths against each other, exchanging air.

When you opened your eyes again, you were met with Ari’s, half-lidded and hazy with satisfaction. You scooted back towards his knees to see a shared wet spot on his pants from both of your releases, but Ari wasn’t embarrassed or ashamed at all. He had just shared an intimate moment with his favorite person in his favorite place, and every second of bliss was worth the slight discomfort he was beginning to feel. You grabbed his hands and pulled him to sit up from his spot leaning back against the truck cab.

Ari could see the shiver that ran through your body now that the sun had set, taking the heat with it.

“I’m, uh, gonna change into some of the spare clothes. You want a jacket?”

He vaulted over the side of the truck bed, landing in the dirt with a soft crunch of the pebbles under his feet as he opened the back door.

“Yes please.” You had moved to the edge of the bed, looking out over the cliff at the lights that now glowed in the windows of homes and shops below. It was picturesque, almost like a model village.

You turned over your shoulder as you heard music start to play. Ari had turned on the radio, low on the dash, a familiar type of music coming through the speakers and open driver’s side doors. You could see he had changed pants as he reached out a hand toward you.

“Care for a dance?” You jumped down and joined him as he slipped a hoodie over your head and pulled you close. Once a couple songs has passed, Ari stopped swaying and pulled away, looking at you sheepishly.

“I kinda didn’t think this through, but I need to turn off the radio so I don’t kill the truck battery.” You laughed and nodded, heading back to push yourself up and sit on the edge of the tailgate.

“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea. As much as I love being out here with you, I’m sure being stranded bear bait is not a good look on me.”

Ari returned to you and scrunched his nose, leaning close. “Too late.” He whispered in your ear before playfully biting your neck and joining you up in the bed again. You giggled as he pulled you closer, the two of you eventually falling back, laying there and looking at the unobstructed sky full of stars.

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Bonus A/N: How badly do you think a person needs a pinky toe? Because I would definitely cut mine off for a truck bed date with Ari.

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