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dear-bunnyboo · 8 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 || 𝐉𝐎𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖

important note: my face claim will be madison beer but you can imagine whoever you desire. also the songs mentioned are not all technically all madison’s i will be incorporating other songs from other artists.

all the pictures seen below are not mine, however they were edited by yours truly. credits to the owners.

this took an embarrassing amount of time— hope you enjoy this chapter,,, oh and as a gift I will be posting a blurb about this specific chapter, so look out for that <3

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Joe Burrow x Singer!Reader / Brief Ex!Jack Hughes x Singer!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Welcome to Wonderland! It’s finally the day of your opening concert in Cincinnati— marking the beginning of your American tour. As you take the stage for the first time in a few months after the breakup, fans notice a certain someone in the crowds causing quite a stir on top of that you drop your new album the second the concert ends.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cursing, mentions of past relationship, mentions of cheating, light angst, crowds, media, haters, paparazzi, fluff, cute moments, concert setting, fanboy!Joe, Joe being a lowkey simp?

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐍𝐇𝐋 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

It was a hectic day— you loved every second of it.

Your day started after being dragged by Y/BF/N out of bed at 5 in the morning. It is safe to say that being hungover from the Bengals’ after party the night before didn’t help Y/BF/N case— she was pissy the entire morning, threatening you to get out of bed.

You being her bestest friend in the entire world giggled every time she turned her back at you. You remember telling her over and over again last night to pace herself on the drinking but knowing her and her stubbornness— she never listens, hence, the migraine she was sporting along with her bed head and scowl that look like it would be permanently etched on her face.

It was a great day.

You ended your night last night after sending your new found friend Joe his ticket through text which ended with you two getting to know more of each other— he was a cool guy.

Y/BF/N was convinced you would end up together but you had to constantly remind her that you weren’t ready for another relationship— let along with another star athlete that had the potential to steal your heart and stomp on it .

You were happy with your progress, you found yourself thinking less and less of Jack even though he tried to reach out to you through your DM’s which you ignored— you didn’t want anything to do with him anymore, you didn’t want to hear his excuses. It was clear, he cheated on you with another woman, pictures and videos surfaced throughout the internet, you block him and refused to talk to him after six months, and he tries to talk to you— to what? To explain? What is there to explain? He clearly knew what he was doing— heck, he’s dating the bitch now, what is there to explain?

Nothing.

You’re making progress and that’s all that matters, you’re not crying or thinking about your cheating ex anymore, you finished your album, you’re performing again, you went partying last night after not leaving the house for almost two months, and now you have made a new friend who you didn’t even know if you could talk to last night but here you are now— progress.

“Stop smiling about Joe and get in the shower. You’re gonna be late for your rehearsal.” Y/BF/N deadpanned as she looked at you with a scowl, her headache increasing from talking.

“Did you take medicine. You look so miserable.” you continued to taunt her as you gathered your stuff before heading straight to the bathroom door your best friend was holding open for you.

Y/BF/N glares at you and lightly shoved you in the bathroom, “I did— now get in and get ready, we leave in an hour.”

“I told you so!” You yelled reminding her that you indeed told her to stop drinking last night, you stuck you’re tongue out at her before closing the door in the speed of light, giggling to yourself as you started the shower.

Today was a great day.

Rehearsals was exhausting as ever but you wouldn’t have it any other way. You loved your job with ever ounce of your being and all the late nights, the lack of sleep, the sweat, and tears were all worth it.

The PayCor Stadium look completely different than it did yesterday— instead of the green of football field, it was your stage that had included a long thrust stage headed to the middle of the stadium. You continued rehearsing and checking the necessary technicalities that needed fixing and that included you mic, your ear-piece, the speakers all over the stadium— and once you were finally satisfied with everything, you headed back to the backstage to start getting ready for the night.

You were seated on the makeup chair with your robe on as you were getting your hair and makeup done— you were too focused on watching a movie on your phone that you failed to notice one of your bodyguards placing something in front of you making a loud thump in the process.

Pausing your movie and looking up from your phone, you noticed the huge flower arrangement of orange roses right in front of you.

“This was sent for you, Ms. Y/N” your bodyguard stated before walking away back to his post.

“Ooh la la, those are pretty, Y/N— There is a note! Look!” Y/BF/N practically yelled as she jumped out off of her seat, eyeing the folded note tucked in the roses.

Picking the note up, you read the contents written on the paper— it was short;

Congratulations on your opening concert. A little something to thank you for giving me free tickets– consider us even. Go kill it tonight :)

- 9 -

Looking up from the card, you were met with Y/BF/N looking at you with a knowing smile on her face. She gave the flowers another glance before looking back at you and winking, “How sweet of him.” She teases you without even asking who’s it’s from.

“Y/BF/N don’t start.” You warned your best friend before sitting back down on the makeup chair— opening your phone back up to thank Joe for the flowers.

“I know, I know. You’re just friends, you’re not ready for another relationship— I know. I was just teasing, Y/N.” she gives you a soft smile understanding the emotional trauma you experience not long ago.

“Anyway, enough about boys. Wear your outfit! I wanna see it on with the hair and makeup!” she squeals handing you first outfit you’ll be wearing for your first batch of songs.

Safe to say the squealing ceased to end as you finally made your way to the underground lift that would lead you straight to the middle of the stage— Y/BF/N’s hands worked busily as she smooth out the skirt you were wearing as the countdown began playing in your in-ear, signaling the final seconds before showtime.

You took a deep breath once you heard the roaring screams of your fans in the stadium— quietly waiting for the lift to move, Y/BF/N gave you a quick kiss on your cheek before comfortingly squeezing your shoulders.

“You’re gonna kill it as always— love you lots, girly!” she cheers you on before leaving your side to go back to the quick change station where she will be assisting you with your outfit changes.

“Final 10 seconds, Y/N” you hear in your in-ear.

Taking another deep breath— you placed your hands on your hip, your mic placed near your mouth.

“3

1— and play music, go!”

As the music blasted throughout the stadium so did the deafening screams of the audience— the lift shook under your feet as it took you higher up from under the stage, the bright lights meeting your gaze as you began singing. The first sound of your voice shaking the fans’ to their core.

You missed this.

The adrenaline that filled your veins as you continued singing and dancing to your opening song got your heart filling with love— the last few months has been difficult but now you were doing what you loved the most which got you forgetting all your problems and pains.

Once you’ve finished the first couple of songs for the opening you remain standing in the middle of the stage, the spotlight hitting your form as the cheers continued, your fans watched you catch your breath before smiling to the main camera, “Cincy, welcome to Wonderland.” your voice coming out a little deeper and raspier than usual from all the singing you just had done.

This however, caused a lot of positive and passionate reaction from the crowd, eliciting a laugh from you. This dynamic continued throughout the entire show— from singing your most upbeat songs to your most heartfelt slow songs. Every song, every dance, every quick change, and quick conversations were responded which so much love from Cincinnati and you found yourself getting teary at some points of the concert.

You knew that this crowd deserved the surprise they were getting— they all do. So as you were saying goodbye after your last song, waving to every person you could wave at, you spotted a certain quarterback watching you with an amused look on his face— Joe was standing at the VIP tent, a drink in his hand.

You gave your new friend a quick wave— earning you one back before moving to your final mark back at the very center of the stage, “Thank you for tonight, Cincy— I love you all!” the platform beneath you descents down, leading you back under the stage.

And on cue, the screaming tripled causing you to laugh out loud— right this very moment, the big screen in the stadium lit up showcasing the cover art of your new album, the name in big bold font forming underneath it— TEARDROPS with today’s date written just below it, signifying your album officially dropping this very second.

You knew that you were gonna release the album by this month but decided to drop it at the end of the concert as a gift to your fans.

It was a great day.

You were now back in your dressing room— changing to more comfortable clothes, getting ready to head back to the hotel. This was your last day at Cincinnati as you were now headed to New Jersey for your next concert— you loved touring but you were already aware of how exhausting it is, which is exactly what you need— distraction, especially in New Jersey of all places.

Y/BF/N was quietly helping you remove the pins in your hair, letting it down to breathe when your comfortable silence was interrupted by a knock.

“Ms. Y/N, you have a visitor, he has the All-Access tickets, ma’am.” the head of your security team announces before opening the door.

“Do you think it’s daddy Jo–” you nudged Y/BF/N so hard that all Joe saw when he walked in the door was your best friend flying against the wall.

“Hi” you smiled ignoring Joe’s confused look and your best friend’s stifled laughter behind you— you were gonna kill her.

“Hey, just wanted to come by and congratulate you. You were amazing out there.” Joe nodded at you in acknowledgement. You simply thanked him before giving him a teasing look, your eyes darting from him to the arrangement of orange roses he sent that was placed on top of your table.

“I think you have congratulated me enough, sir” you raised your eyebrows teasingly earning a hearty laugh from Joe. “I’m kidding, they’re beautiful. Thank you again.”

“I’m glad you liked them— so your leaving tomorrow, where you headed?” Joe asked as he watches you twiddle with the discarded ribbon in your hands that was previously tied up on your head.

“Headed to New Jersey for two days.” you said in a sort of almost fake enthusiasm which Joe surprisingly caught but decided not to pry and ask.

You love your fans, you were excited to meet and perform for them again. You love New Jersey, you love the different sights, the landmarks, the people— maybe you loved the people in New Jersey too much which is why going back after so long was bittersweet, it was the memories you made there and the person you made those memories with— he was in New Jersey.

“So two shows in New Jersey, that seems unfair— we only had you for a day.” Joe teases after sensing your mood slightly drop after mentioning New Jersey.

“First of all, I was here for two days as well— sang at your game and all and second, I only have one show there—my first day will be the concert while the second day will be more of a free day for everyone to rest and get recharged before continuing with my show in New York.” you crossed your arms looking at him with an equal amount of sass and tease which made Y/BF/N smile as she continued to tidy up your things as she eavesdropped.

Joe chuckled before furrowing his eyebrows, “Wait– you’re free your last day in New Jersey, right?” He asked which you replied with a silent nod confused as to where he his question was headed. “And your headed to New York after for another show. We have a game against the Jets before your show in New York .” Joe deduced giving you an accomplished look.

You eyed him, your arms still crossed against your chest, “and that would mean?” You giggled.

“That would mean that I would be seeing you again soon.” He said as if it was the most obvious thing ever.

“Oh yeah? And what makes you think that?” You raised an eyebrow at the quarterback.

“Because I’m asking you to come to my game.” Joe said with so much confidence that you could practically hear Y/BF/N stifle a squeal.

You disliked how confident he was. You disliked how it seem to have an effect on you and you didn’t like it— you can’t. You won’t. You can’t keep doing this to yourself. He is a friend who was being nice— probably guilty you had to give him free VIP tickets so he wants to repay you by doing the exact same— that’s all that it is, there was no need to overthink and panic.

“And what makes you think I’ll say yes?” You throw back at him earning you a smile— even his teeth was perfect.

“You won’t?”

Before you could reply, you two were interrupted by the most exaggerated cough you ever heard in your entire life— Y/BF/N was acting like she had tuberculosis. You and Joe turned towards her, your glare hitting the side of her face as you watched her glare right back at you as if she was telling you to say yes.

“Sorry, allergies.” she said.

Turning back to Joe you sighed and gave him a smile, “I’m only teasing. I’d love to watch your game, Joe.” you gave in. You knew Y/BF/N wanted you to go not only cause it’s Joe and she has been shipping you two together but also because she knew how depressed you were about to be in New Jersey which as much as you hated to admit, you knew that the second your plane lands you might start crying— so a football game with be a great distraction.

“Yeah? That’s great— I’ll send you both tickets, if you want to come, Y/BF/N, right?” Joe politely asked your best friend who turned and gave him a curt nod before turning to you for approval.

“That would be great, thank you.” She says.

“I know you need to head out and so do I— I’ll see you in a few days.” you told the blonde before reaching up to give him a friendly hug which he gladly reciprocated.

“I can’t wait— I’ll text you.” Joe waves one last time before swaggering out of your dressing room.

“He’s a keeper.” Y/BF/N mutters under her breath earning a glare from you.

“Y/BF/N! I told yo–”

“What? As a friend! What the hell were you thinking?” She retorted a smirk threatening to from on her face.

“N-nothing! Bitch let’s just go, I need sleep.” You huffed before storming out of your dressing room with your best friend in tow who was quietly teasing you from behind.

“Nothing, yeah right.” She giggled which you ignored.

It was nothing. Nothing at all.

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yongbokkk · 1 year

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Do you know those complications/iconic moments on youtube where stray kids are being a bunch of simps for each other? If so do you think you could do iconic moments/complications with stray kids where they are being a bunch of simps for member reader? I prefer male reader but you can do gender natural, i wouldn't mind☺️. Also i apologaize for any mistakes because English is not my first langauge.

pairings : STRAY KIDS x m!reader

genre: 9th member au, skz being simps for reader

a/n: hi! so i made it only one moment because i have no ideas for a lot more🤚😭 i hope this is okay for you <3 also this is kinda cringy i hate it

the spinning wheel landed on your name, to which now it is your turn as it said.

the game was to show your sexy side and dance, basically, attempt to dance real hotly.

the other members hyped you up as they cheered loudly, enough to break your ears at some point.

embarrassed, you walked up to the front and closer to the camera, the video was now focused on you.

the song played and you found yourself vibing with the rhythm, it was smooth and 'sexy' as they wanted it.

so, you danced, dancing on the floor at some part and rizzing up the camera, along with getting close to the members.

you paused and took a moment to laugh at yourself out of embarrassment whenever the parts became too much for you.

though, the other members said otherwise. one fell to the floor and the others dropped themselves to the ground as they screamed like fanboys in a concert.

they were for sure going to save this moment for the rest of their lives, and tease you about it.

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chunksworld · 1 year

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Grant Your Wish

LE SSERAFIM Chaewon x Male Reader | (Tags: Smut) | needy!Chaewon

A/N 1: Finally got the chance to write my iz*one/le sserafim bias. Thank you @kaedespicelatte as always for proofreading and beta reading, this is dedicated to you and all of my fellow chaewon simps.

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“Manager-nim, don’t miss us too much okay? You still have Chaewon unnie to accompany you. Mwah!”

Before you could even respond, the rambunctious blonde blows you a kiss and already has one foot out the door with her luggage while the rest of the members follow her with their own. It’s only unfortunate that you couldn’t come with them knowing that they’re going to Jeju Island and a vacation is definitely what you need after a stressful past few months—you’ve also heard just how good the seafood is over there and you definitely wanted to try it yourself. But at least the girls get a well-deserved break, they truly have been working their tails off for their fans and it’s nice to see them get rewarded for it.

Work for you, however, continues as you’ve been assigned as Chaewon’s personal manager for the meantime—a two-week arrangement that certainly doesn’t bode well for you considering that you have such a huge crush on the group’s leader, her unreal visuals combined with her angelic vocals causing you to fall in love with her hard. You should be ecstatic that you’d get to spend plenty of alone time with her as a result but she’s the member that you interact with the least, focusing most of your time managing Yunjin instead. Plus, you don’t exactly have the confidence to just strike up a conversation so casually with her.

The challenge starts as soon as the members bid you farewell and the door is shut, leaving you on your own in this oasis known as their dorm. You’ve only stepped foot here once or twice (ten times if you count all of the instances that you’ve had to personally carry a drunk Yunjin home) and it only hits you now just how stunning the place is, the company clearly invested heavily on the group. The living room is as big as your studio apartment and filled with furniture that you know you’ll never be able to afford while the kitchen is filled with top-of-the-line appliances that chefs could only dream of.

Sit on the couch and feel just how soft the fabric is, perfect to sleep on—you didn’t even need to bring your sleeping bag. But you didn’t want to move around too much, this is still their personal space and you are just a guest. A male guest, more specifically, and considering that they’re a girl group, they probably don’t have guys over their dorm that much (except for that one time Yunjin brought some random dude she met at a bar and you went to great lengths to make sure she didn’t get exposed). But you don’t know what else to do, Chaewon is probably sleeping in her room and management specified for you to never leave her side for “security purposes.” Since when does a grown person need babysitting? And why did she choose not to tag along with the rest of the girls?

But orders are orders, plus you’re getting paid to basically do nothing so you can’t exactly complain. Thankfully you brought your laptop with you so you can get some work done and watch some Netflix to pass time so these next two weeks should be a breeze, right? Maybe Chaewon will only leave her room for meals, maybe you won’t have any heart-racing interactions with her that will cause you to inevitably stutter and start fanboying like an idiot, maybe everything will go smo–

“Hey, manager-nim.”

A familiar soft, yet piercing voice breaks your train of thought and the aforementioned woman emerges from her bedroom looking oh-so-adorable in an oversized white shirt—the sight alone already has you malfunctioning internally. Fuck, she looks so cute. Even more so when she flashes you a smile and a wave as she walks over towards the couches and sits next to you. Your palms are starting to perspire and your heart is beating so quickly you might as well have just ran an entire marathon. You’ve already lost your composure and just like that, your plans are thrown out the window.

“H-Hey.”

Great. Now you can’t even utter such a simple word. It must be so obvious just how much you’re freaking out because she laughs hard and the way her eyes form crescents stirs butterflies in your stomach—or maybe that’s just hunger from not eating breakfast due to how much you were dreading this day.

“Yah, why are you so nervous? It’s not like I bite or anything.”

“R-Right, sorry.” A sheepish smile. How are you supposed to tell her how infatuated you are with her and how such a simple task as striking up a conversation is harder than all of the exams you took in high school?

“Come on! We’ve known each other for over a year now, and yet you still act like I’m a stranger?”

Right. You still couldn’t believe your eyes when she walked through the doors of the company, you only heard the rumors swirling around but you refused to believe any of it; more so when you were told that you were going to manage her group. When that fateful day finally came, it was like your birthday and Christmas combined into one. Forget studying to be a doctor or an engineer, you consider becoming a manager of her group an achievement that can’t be matched by anything.

“And we’re even the same age! That’s pretty insulting to a woman, you know.” A fine woman, at that

You try to come up with something, anything but you’re scrambling like a deer in the headlights and your vocabulary has been reduced to only saying: “I-I’m sorry.”

“I’ll be hurt if you keep apologizing.” She playfully pouts, though you can see how there’s some truth to the words she’s saying and it’s enough to finally get you to your senses. She’s right. You’re a professional and it’s time to act as such; this is just a work assignment and nothing else. So what if you have a painfully huge crush on her?

With that renewed mindset, you straighten your posture and begin to relax though giving her a direct look in those captivating eyes still manages to fluster you—but given how absolutely stunning she is, who wouldn’t be? “Fine. No more apologies, okay? I’ll do better from now on.”

“There you go. It’s just gonna be the two of us for some time, so lighten up!” You miss the way her cheeks redden at her own statement because you’re too caught up at the thoughts that came up in your head at such implications.

Fortunately, everything was peaceful after that. Chaewon wanted to catch up on some movies and that’s exactly what she did, not before begging you to go to the convenience store with her to buy some snacks. For once, it felt nice not losing your mind every time you were in close proximity with her. You don’t miss the way she would sneakily initiate skinship by either casually brushing her hand against yours and leaning ever so closely but you ignore it.

It was only inevitable that she’d be tired after the third movie; you were surprised that she even managed to stay awake for so long because you were definitely drifting in and out of sleep after the second one—you still haven’t fixed your sleep schedule after all. It was already pretty dark outside and knowing Chaewon, her schedule is probably just as broken as yours. As the credits rolled, you yawned which caused her to do the same—fatigue settling in after such a long movie marathon.

“Looks like you didn’t get to watch any movies during promotion, huh?”

“Yeah, that’s why I’m using up all of the opportunities now to do so.” She grabs a pillow and places it on her lap, a pout forming on her lips once again at the thought. “We’re gonna be busy next year preparing for our world tour so I won’t have any time again.”

“I can only imagine, being a leader must be stressful and time-consuming so I’m glad you’re getting some time off.” You really are, which is why it baffles you even more that she decided to stay here in Seoul instead of going out on vacation with the rest of the members.

“Of course! You should know just how chaotic the rest of the girls are but I love them so I’m completely okay with it.”

But as they say, curiosity kills the cat and you wouldn’t be able to stay put without ever finding out the reason. “By the way, why did you decide to stay home?” And you almost immediately regret asking her the question because of the smirk on her face.

“So I can do this.”

In a flash you feel Chaewon’s soft pair of lips mash with yours as she straddles your lap, allowing you to taste her strawberry lip balm. It only takes a quick second to realize that she’s not wearing any shorts underneath her shirt as you can feel a growing wetness on your crotch. Instinctively, you wrap your arms around her waist while her hands creep up underneath your shirt. It also only takes you a quick second to realize that none of this should be happening, though the growing bulge on your pants completely says otherwise.

You use your last ounce of professionalism to pull away from the liplock, every passing second withering it away. “C-Chaewon, wait!”

“I want you, manager-nim.” Her response is quick and firm, but even if she didn’t tell you anything you can see the burning passion in her eyes. She doesn’t let you respond as she engages into another kiss, this time it’s much more desperate and lustful as she swirls her tongue around yours. Feel her whimper and moan as she presses her body against yours—she must not be wearing any bra either because you can also feel her soft breasts through the cloth.

But this can’t happen; you’re a manager and she’s an idol—getting caught under such circumstances is almost certainly a death sentence in this harsh industry. If she doesn’t give you the opportunity to talk then you’ll have to do it yourself. You pull away from the kiss once again, though your male instincts wants to keep going. And just the thought of her choosing not to be with her members for this is causing your brain to go haywire. “Wait! We can’t do this!”

“Why not? No one is here.” Chaewon shrugs as if that was the overarching problem about this entire ordeal, her hands rest on your chest as she tries to catch her breath. Her eyes captivate you once again and seeing them up close is much better than any fancams or pictures taken by her dedicated fansites. You almost get lost in the vast ocean of her beautiful eyes but you try to remain firm.

“That’s not the point!”

“And the point is what, exactly? Does it say in your contract that you can’t have sex with the talent, manager-nim?” She then grabs the hem of her oversized shirt and begins to pull it upwards gently, exposing more of her lovely thighs and her white laced panties. A soft moan from her as she can feel your length throb underneath her and she knows that she’s oh-so-close to convincing you.

You want to look away, you have to look away. As much as your dick is loving what is currently happening, you know what the consequences of engaging in such an act would be. But it’s hard to make a logical decision when all you can feel is her crotch grinding against your bulge as she slowly and painfully continues to pull her shirt upwards, revealing her tight tummy.

Unfortunately you can’t look away as her intense aura glues your eyes towards her heavenly body as she eventually reveals it to you, throwing the shirt somewhere in the living room. Your cock can’t stop twitching at the sight: small but perky breasts, well-defined abs, and shoulders so beautiful that you just want to leave hickeys all over them. Her body is even more perfect than you imagined and you’d be a liar if you said you didn’t have a wet dream (or two) about her. She smirks seeing you drool at her half-naked body and the alluring lip bite that she gives you is the nail in the coffin.

Fuck it, might as well grant her wish right? “N-No.”

“Exactly. It’s only a problem if you make it, manager-nim. No one has to know about this.” She urges you to take off your shirt and that piece of clothing is quickly discarded as she mashes her lips with yours, the lack of clothing making this liplock more intimate as you allow your hands to wander around her tanned skin, tracing her curves and every single defined muscle obtained from hours of dance practice. At this point you have conceded to her, the explosion of pleasure you’re currently receiving is too good and Chaewon is too resistible. “Plus, I’ve been dreaming about this for so long…”

Move your lips down towards her jawline and neck, leaving chaste kisses but careful not to leave a mark. The sultry and lewd moans she releases in your ear sends blood rushing through your length and you can feel more precum dripping out that your boxers are starting to become sticky. Meanwhile your hands continue to wander around her body, finding a resting place on her buttcheeks and giving them a gentle squeeze which emits a louder moan from her.

“Y-Yes, manager-nim…”

Leave more kisses down to her clavicles before your pair of lips latch on to her breasts, sucking and licking her left nipple while your free hand massages the other. She continues to moan desperately and the sound of your name leaving her lips in such a lustful manner is only causing your control to slip away every moment. You want to continue pleasuring her so you do the same to her right nipple, making sure that it receives an equal amount of pleasure. And you would gladly suckle on her breasts for hours but the growing patch of wetness on her panties is hard to ignore. Plus, you’re going to lose your mind if you have to spend another minute with your pants on.

Catch your breath as the session temporarily ends and she does the same, using it as an opportunity to remove herself off of your lap to take off her panties which reveals her pussy already glistening with her juices dripping down her meaty thighs—it’s starting to get painful just how erect your cock is at the moment and it’s obvious with the massive tent it’s pitching on your shorts. Thankfully she gives you a look urging you to remove your undergarments as well and you do exactly just that, your cock springing out of its prison and dripping with so much precum.

Now you are both completely naked but before you can truly appreciate the sight in front of you, Chaewon immediately lunges towards you again. You’d think a girl like her would be interested in some form of roleplay but she’s clearly needy as she straddles your lap and angles her hips so that her pussy sinks directly into your dick. It’s hard to concentrate on multiple things at once because she’s also continuing her assault to your lips, biting and licking your lower lip as she slowly engulfs your length in her pussy.

“A-Ah fuck! So–so fucking big!”

She’s so tight, much more than you expected due to her light body frame and you know it’s going to take a while for her to get used to it. The way she clenches on your length as she rides you leaves you a groaning and growling mess, much more so as her skin glistens due to sweat which makes her look even hotter in your eyes. You want to burn this image of Chaewon forever, your crush, pleasuring herself using your cock and how you’re continuing to leak precum which have probably stained her walls already.

As you bottom out, her nails clutch onto your shoulders tightly which will definitely leave marks but you don’t care about it right now. You wrap your arms around her waist to press her tight body against yours while you give her deep and passionate kisses, feeling her whimper in your mouth as she wraps her arms tightly around your neck. Due to how wet she is, you can hear squelching with every exit and entry of your cock and the sound only adds to the fire burning in your stomach.

“Fuck! Fuck! So fucking tight, Chae.”

And you’d gladly give her all the time in the world because just feeling her immaculate body on yours already makes this an experience that you’ll remember for the rest of your life. Chaewon alternates between grinding on your hips and slowly lifting her hips off your dick before sinking herself back down and the position directs her moans and hot breaths right into your ear.

It took a few minutes but eventually she started to gain rhythm, her movement starting to resemble more like bouncing as opposed to just grinding. This was the sign that you needed to begin thrusting upwards, matching the pace of her bounce with the thrust of your cock inside her tight walls. Such actions only made her cries of pleasure even louder and you’re truly thankful that it’s only the two of you in the dorms because the sound of flesh on flesh and your combined moans and groans complete the hottest and dirtiest symphony ever created in this living room. “Kiss me as well, manager-nim!”

Chaewon doesn’t need to tell you because her addictive lips are making you just want to dive into them and after a particularly hard thrust, you initiate sloppy, wet kisses. Her succulent lips are truly a joy to taste and the way they mold perfectly with yours is only serving to grow the familiar tension in your stomach. Another hard thrust causes her to ragdoll in your arms, unfortunately ending the makeout session as her breaths become more hurried, moans turning into cries as her sweaty skin glides smoothly along yours.

“Shit! Oh god I’m so damn close, manager-nim. P-Please just keep pounding me like that.”

You want to test just how high her vocal range is so you begin to shift your cock inside her until your tip hits a soft bundle of nerves that causes her to let out her loudest scream of the night—such vocal range is what makes her such a great singer but tonight she showcases it in a dirtier and sexier way.

“Manager-nim! Manager-nim! I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum all over your fucking cock. FUCK!”

Chaewon bites into your shoulder hard as her walls squeeze you so tight that you almost end up finishing alongside her. She uncontrollably shivers as she rests her head on your shoulder, panting heavily while she recuperates from the intensity of her orgasm. The amount of fluid that gushes out of her pussy is enough to completely stain your thighs and the couch below, the squelching sound with every slow thrust you make only adds to the dirty symphony you two are creating. You want to give her time to rest and recover but only mere seconds after, she’s already nibbling and kissing your ears while you leave more kisses all over her sweaty neck.

“Bedroom, please.” A whisper to your ears and you were not going to be told twice. With ease, you lift the petite woman off the couch, causing her to wrap her limbs tightly around you. You bounce her on your length a few more times which causes more moans to reverberate throughout the living room as you make your way to her room.

You turn on the lights and gently place Chaewon on the bed and she spreads her legs immediately, showing off her inner thighs that are completely drenched by her squirt and her pussy that’s continuing to pulsate. “I want your cum to fill me, manager-nim. Come ravage my tight pussy.” A seductive look, then another lip bite which completely unshackles every single piece of professionalism that you’ve ever had—as if you still had some after what just happened minutes ago.

“Fuck!”

You harshly grab onto her waist to bring her closer to you while you hover over, easily sliding your length back to her pussy in one motion. With arms resting on either side of her head, you lean forward to kiss her as you start thrusting at a frantic pace—you were desperate to chase your own orgasm after her and you were going to make sure to fill her up like she wanted. Chaewon understands this as well as she wraps her legs around your waist while you continue to piston your cock into her pussy. The harsh thrusts unfortunately makes it difficult for your lips to remain attached to hers so you settle for her neck instead, nibbling on the soft and delicate skin while her sultry moans only brings you closer and closer to your peak.

“I’m gonna fill you so fucking much, Chae. That’s what you wanted, right? You want me to breed you?”

A hurried nod is the only response you get from her, those velvety walls of hers that’s already had an orgasm are beginning to tighten again much like the familiar tension building up in your stomach. It only takes a few more sporadic thrusts before you completely erupt inside of her with a loud groan, almost mirroring her screams of pleasure from earlier. You've left hickeys on her neck that will definitely have to be covered as you reach your peak. Shot after shot of your hot sperm fills up her walls to and over the brim, flowing out of her pussy while a second, smaller orgasm overcomes her in the aftermath. It didn’t take too long considering you were holding yourself back for her and perhaps that just made your orgasm stronger.

“Oh god Chaewon, fuck. Shit. That was fucking hot.”

When you pull out, more seeds flow out of her used pussy while you lay down on the bed besides her—you’re still mind blown by the fact that you just had sex with your crush, who also happens to be a member of the group you manage and the implications of what just happened will absolutely hit you like a truck tomorrow morning. But you couldn’t care less at the moment as Chaewon gives you a tired smile, leaving one more kiss on your lips before the intense session instantly takes her to dreamland.

As if on cue, your phone’s notifications immediately start blowing up which almost makes you jump off the bed—who could be messaging you at this very hour? Carefully, you make your way back to the living room to grab your clothes and the device that’s continuing to make noise. Chaewon is already sleeping and the last thing you’d want to do is wake her up so you silence your phone only to be left surprised by the messages.

From: Yunjin

“Hi oppa! Did you like my new year’s gift? Hope you didn’t break her.”

What the fuck?

“You must be shocked, right? Don’t act like I didn’t see you drooling over unnie’s fancams~”

No way…

“I hope you used the condom I slipped in your pocket~”

You quickly grab your pants and fish through your back pockets and sure enough, the aluminum foil-wrapped piece of contraption is there. When did she…?

“Aigoo~ Sounds like you didn’t but it’s fine.”

You’re already panicking but her next message leaves you shell-shocked.

“Because you can use it on me when I get back.”

#lesserafim smut #chaewon smut #kim chaewon smut #male reader #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #reader insert #smut

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ohtobeleah · 1 year

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Continental Breakfast // Mickey Garcia

Summary: When the Daggers disperse back to their respective states and postings—Mickey Garcia goes home to the wife, the best friend and the significant other that is to this day, the greatest continental breakfast around.

Warnings: Pure Fluff & Smut. Minors DNE. Mickey Fanboy Garcia x F!wife reader. Female Receiving Oral. Mickey simp Garcia. Early trimester pregnancy.

Word Count: 4.1k

Author Note: Plot who? This is just Mr Simp Garcia reuniting with reader wife after the Dagger Mission. This also proves I’m capable of doing good things. I’m not just my angst. And shout out to @mandylove1000 because this is all the fluff you’re getting

The sun had barely risen over the horizon, the thought had yet to cross its mind as the clock beside your bed ticked over in the silence of the early morning darkness.

Your bed had never felt warmer, more inviting, more comfortable or more peaceful than it did in the moment as a gentle morning breeze crept in and carried the long burlap drapes that stretched the length of your window with it.

In the quiet of your bedroom that had yet to be blessed with the light of day you sank a little deeper into the mattress with a hum that resembled something of a purr. Your lips curled up into your cheeks as you felt yourself being drawn into a warmth that rivalled Venus itself. Mickey Garcia ran hot like a furnace, his skin radiated a heat that made you tremble but brought you solace all at once, his very aura drew you in like a moth to a flame. You were unable to break the trance his smile cast on you or the spell his laugh had you under.

“S’early —“ Strong arms drew you into Mickey's chest as he pressed himself up against the swell of your ass. The satin nighty that adorned your curves had been the only thing separating your skin from your husband’s. “Go back to sleep.” You exhaled a drawn out sigh that earned you a few butterfly-like kisses to your shoulder as you sunk deeper and closer into your husband's warm embrace. “You Government owned men with your ridiculous internal alarm clock’s piss me off.”

Mickey chuckled as he trailed a gently hand across your stomach—with intent behind his movements, he slowly crept down your satin clad stomach up to your hip and stopped to play with the slightly frayed hem that kept your body wrapped up like a present sitting pretty and poised under the tree on Christmas morning. All for him. You were his wife, Mrs Mickey Fanboy Garcia. His best friend, the love of his life, his better half and significant other. You were Mickey's internal present that kept on giving, no matter how many times he unwrapped your layers, you would still make him feel like that giddy high school teenager who got to see your boobs for the first time in the art supply closet.

“Six weeks away from you made me a crazed man amor.” There was a morning husk so prominent in your husband's voice as he peppered your supple skin with delicate kisses you couldn’t resist. With heavy eyelids and a whimper that resembled something meekly pathetic you rolled onto your back as Mickey carefully hovered over you. The same strong arms that once held you close in the early morning light that had begun to creep into your bedroom now trapped you entirely beneath him, with nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. “Im starved—“

“Good thing breakfast in bed is always an option then Lieutenant.” You couldn’t miss the way the corner of Mickey's lips pinned to go cheeks as he leaned in and over to kiss the junction of your neck. Coaxing whimpers and soft moans from you as your legs spread wider and wider at the mere thought of your husband's next move.

“I missed you so much.” Mickey had come home just after eight pm. His entire body ached as he sunk into the warmth of the bath you had run him full of epsom salt and rose bud bubble bath. If you hadn’t been sitting behind him stroking his length lazily beneath the water whispering sweet nothings in his ear— Mickey was sure he would have fallen asleep and drowned in the moment. He felt like he’d been on his toes for six weeks straight. The minute he was dismissed from Mirimars special detachment he was heading home to you in Seattle, where his guiding light lived. Where his heart always felt fullest. “Missed you so much it felt like a lifetime had passed.”

“You’re home now.” You reached out to cup your husband's cheek as he kissed the pad of your thumb that trailed across his bottom lip. Deep brown eyes stared down at you with a hunger so prominent it made you throb. “You’re safe baby, at ease.”

Mickey had been so tired after your bath late last night that the minute his head hit the soft, almost otherworldly pillow, he was out like a light. His body had given in and thrown in the towel. You’d expected nothing less as you crawled in beside him. Knowing that by the lines that had become a permanent fixture upon his face that he’d been through a lot. That he’d given his all and he’d done his very best.

He was your TopGun.

“You look so pretty underneath me right now it’s insane.” Mickey had dreamt about you every night he was away and fantasised about how you tasted whenever he was alone. His fist could never amount to the pleasure you brought him. Like two puzzle pieces from the same puzzle you and Mickey Garcia shared an unconditional love that was as unambiguous as Payback's cynical eyes had ever seen. “Bet you taste so sweet at this hour.”

As Mickey's words dripped from his lips he sunk a hand between your legs, with no panties stopping him—he traced a delicate finger between your folds and watched from above as your breathing hitched in your throat. He collected your arousal from your core and soon enough you craved his touch immediately in minute he pulled away.

“Mick—“

“How do you taste Amor?” It was a question that made you question your own intelligence as your husband watched you part your lips so you could kiss the tip of his finger. You could taste your arousal on his digit as you took him in further, sucking on the nimble digit like you would suck on his throbbing length. “Sweet enough for me?”

You did nothing but hum in response as you moved your hips against your husbands, the feeling of his raging erection pressing against the cotton of his boxer briefs made you quiver underneath him.

“Good thing I was in the mood for something sickly sweet this morning huh?”

“Well are you going to do something Miguel?” You asked through battered eyelashes and a taunting tone as you reached between the pair of you to softly palm your husband’s hard on. You could feel the wet patch that had formed in the cotton of his boxers as he rocked his hips into your touch and dropped his forehead to yours. “Or are you just all talk?”

“I wonder if that attitude of yours will still be there after I’m done with you.” All Mickey Garcia ever wanted was to be king in your story. All he ever wanted was to l know who you are, he wanted your heart to be for him and only him. Mickey wanted you to sing to him softly in the afternoon sun of summer evenings so he could run in the dark. Your love was internal and pure, conjured only for him and designed specifically for him.

“Guess you’ll find out won’t you?” You tilted your chin to take Mickey's lips hostage with your own as you hummed at the taste of him. Mickey swiped his tongue across your bottom lip as he begged for more, grinding his clothed cock against your dripping core. Your legs could not have been any more open if they tried. “Fuck—“

“I’ve got you.” Mickey mumbled into your mouth as he began to trail kisses that felt like sparks against your skin down your neck and collarbone. “I’ve got you Amor, I’m home.” As Mickey met the satin of your nighty he pressed his face against your stomach and mumbled against the fabric, his strong inviting hands held your hips in place against the mattress. “Avert your gaze, little one.”

You were barely even showing, but it had been a welcomed surprise just four days before Mickey was being called back to TopGun. It made the mission all the more difficult, he wanted to be a part of it—but there was no option not to come home to you. To your growing unborn child.

“You’re such an idiot—“ You laughed softly as Mickey sank lower and lower as he sent you a look so full of love it was hard to hold a grudge of any kind against the man who loved you so tenderly. But Mickey knew that time was going to take him, he knew that day was going to come. He just wanted the devil to hate him enough before he did so. He wanted to love you in all the ways he could while he had a chance to.

“But you love me for it, don’t you mama.”

With gentle but firm hands, Mickey spread your knees wide as he sank to his chest between your glistening core. He was spellbound—entranced by the way your beauty captivated every part of him. There was a part of Mickey that wondered if he’d ever stop feeling like the giddy schoolboy who lost his virginity with you in the tent the two of you had shared one night during spring break in the backyard of your parents' old place.

“So pretty Amor, so gorgeous—“ Mickey whispered in the warm morning light as it crept across your room. The sun had started to rise just as Mickey peppered your inner thigh with marks that would linger for days on end. “How’d I ever get so lucky?”

“Patience was always your strongest virtue.” You whined. “But it’s never been mine Miguel.” You reminded your love drunk husband as he sent you a smile that could have ended world wars and started them all at once. “Please do something—“

“All you had to say was please, Amor.” Mickey loved it when you’d say his government name, besides his Abuela you were the only person on planet earth that could get away with it. He was Mickey to all, Fanyboy to most and Miguel to you and only you. “Smell so fucking sweet.”

“Oh god—“ You trailed your fingers through Mickey's dark curls as he licked a stripe up your core to collect all your nectar. His dark lustful eyes never left yours as he swallowed all you could give him. “Yess—“ Heavenly praises fell from your mouth as Mickey enjoyed his continental breakfast, a taste of you and only you he’d never get tired of devouring. His jaw would ache before he ever gave up being between your legs—he’d happily die eating you out. You’d be his last meal if he was ever sent to death row. “Oh god I missed this.”

“I can guarantee I missed it more.” Mickey mumbled against your core as he sucked against your throbbing bundle of nerves, he watched through hooded eyes as you let your head rest against the pillow and arched your back, sighing in pure pleasure and relief as he worked you over just the way he knew you liked. “That’s its Amor give into me, missed you so fucking much.”

It never took you long to let go of all that was worrying you, all that plagued your mind, all that stressed you out on a day to day basis, when you were with Mickey. His energy gave you life and his presence protected you from harm.

“Such a pretty little pussy.” Mickey moaned as he pulled away to spit against your core, he took one single digit and swirled the newly added moisture around before he pressed inside you, coaxing his finger up against your velvet walls. “I know you like that Amor, let me hear you.”

You had a special power over Mickey Garcia. Everything he held dear resided in your eyes. You were the only one he ever loved, the only one forever on his mind.

“Yesss—baby, like that right there, right there.” You were giving in, giving yourself over completely to Mickey who lapped away at your core and curled his digit tenderly into your velvet walls. He couldn’t take his eyes off the way you arched your back—the way your hands came up to squeeze at your breasts over the silk of your nighty. “Baby—“

“Such a sight.” Mickey snickered against your dripping core as he added another nimble digit to your entrance, revelling in the way you stretched around him, oh so tight. “Love your beautiful pussy mama—fuck you taste so sweet.”

For six weeks Mickey fell asleep to the thought of being between your legs again, thinking of the life he would soon have with you and your unborn child. He was so excited to be a dad—he couldn’t wait. But the news was kept under wraps, he kept those cards close to his chest. Neither of you had told your parents, your extended families, your friends or co-workers. The news that you were expecting was just news that the two of you wanted to bask in together for a little while longer.

“Ohhh yes—!” Your grip tightened in the curls that fell without rhyme or reason on top of Mickey's head as he ate you like you were going out of style. His eyes were on you as his nose pressed against your pubic bone and his fingers filled you perfectly. “Mickey, fuck feels so good!” You squirmed against the mattress under the immense pleasure Mickey's mouth brought you as he gave all his attention to your clit. Those sensitive nurse endings that bundled up to create a pleasure pit, all for him to tantalise and tease. “God I’m getting close, so close baby.”

“Are you Amor?” Mickey teased as he pumped his fingers inside you as he pulled his mouth away from your core. “Is that so?” Mickey Garcia knew how to take his sweet sweet time with you. He knew how to stop and smell the roses, he knew how to enjoy the journey and not just the destination.

“Don’t stop, god please don’t fucking stop Mick—“

“Guess I’m just gonna have to slow things down, take my time and make you unravel bit by pleasurable bit.” He teased as his fingers came to a mere agonising halt inside you. “We don’t wanna rush this, do we Amor?”

It was invigorating, pure ecstasy invaded your bloodstream as your husband came up to press his lips against yours from where he’d been perched between your legs. Hovering above you as he kissed you oh so deeply and with enough love to knock the wind from your lungs as you tasted your sweet sweet self on his tongue.

“I love you so much.” Mickey mumbled as he trailed his lips down your neck and worked a single palm over the strap of your nighty. His raging hard on pressed against your core as he bucked his hips to reveal just an ounce of the pressure. This moment wasn’t about him though, it was all about you. “Missed you so much, thought about you every second of every day.”

“If you really loved me you’d make me cum—“ You teased through a whine of your own as Mickey’s palm fell against your exposed breasts. He pinched softly at the hardened bud of your nipple as he finished trailing languid kisses up and down your neck.

“Is that so?” Mickey asked with a raised eyebrow as he watched you pop your chest further towards him as he played with your nipple. “Such a needy little thing aren’t you?” He teased as you exposed your other breasts—your nighty now fell around your midsection almost completely forgotten as your husband saw yet another opportunity to drive you insane. “Patience really wasn’t your virtue huh Amor?” It felt otherworldly as Mickey wrapped his lips around your nipple and sucked a kind of pressure that had your core ignited into flames. Like a hive mind your body ached for him. He couldn’t touch you everywhere all at one like you craved for him.

“Mickey—!” He could hear the desperation in your voice. “Need you, need you so bad.” Mickey could easily blame your desire on the pregnancy hormones that were ravaging your body and brain, but he’d be doing a disservice to the teenage version of himself that sat in geography class pining over the girl who alway sat beside him if he did so.

All Mickey ever wanted in life was you.

“Guess you could twist my arm.” Mickey rolled his eyes as he popped your nipple from his mouth and trailed those same languid and soft kisses down your stomach, settling where he belonged, between your thighs. “What do you say?”

“Please—“ With so much need faced in the lines on your face and in the irises or your eyes, how could Mickey say no. So he said nothing at all as he went back to giving you exactly what you wanted. His mouth on your pussy, lapping away at your nectar that leaked like a faucet that hadn’t been properly turned off. “Oh god yess—that’s it Miguel, that’s it baby eat my fucking pussy.”

It was truly an honour to devour you like this, to witness you unravel and let go of yourself. Mickey in all honesty could do this all day—but listening to your pleasure filled moans echo off the sunkissed walls as warmth slowly began to fill the bedroom that had once been shrouded in darkness was too tempting to not give in and give you what you wanted. What you needed from him. That orgasm you deserved and craved.

Mickey held your knees apart when you tried to close your legs around his head. He lapped away at your core like it would be his last act on ear as you felt that all too familiar feeling start to bubble under the surface.

“Oh yesss! Please Mickey, please make me cum.” The way you asked with such need had Mickey sucking your clit and curling his digits so perfectly the way he knew you liked with such passion and such fire in his actions, that he had you seeing stars. For a split second you forgot how to breath when he looked up at you with dark eyes that told you he wasn’t anywhere near finished with you, that this was just the beginning of a day full of intimacy after six agonising weeks apart. “Yes! Yes! Ahhhh fuck!”

“Cum for me Amor—“ Mickey coaxed you closer to your high, he could tell by the way you tensed and jolted at his touch, how you reacted when he pumped his fingers inside your dripping core as he lapped at your sensitive bundle of nerves. “Cum on my face baby, don’t hold back on me.”

How could you ever hold back when your husband was between your thighs, eating you out like he was a starved man in search of nutrition that would sustain him for days on end. You couldn’t focus on anything else but the feeling he brought you, the ever looming orgasm that was about to wash over your entire body like a tsunami—threatening to take you victim yet again as you trembled and quivered and jolted under his touch, his expert tongue.

“Oh fuck!” You balled your fists into the white linen that lined your mattress as the coil finally wound up just enough to have you tittering on the edge of satisfaction. “Oh fuck Mickey, baby—yesss! Ahhh I’m cumming I’m cumming I’m cumming—“

It was heavenly after six stressful weeks worrying about your husband. Sure you’d given yourself an orgasm here and there. A few times a week if you could be arsed to do so. But nothing could compare to the orgasm that Mickey Garcia could bring you—nothing compared to the love he had for you that showed in every touch, every moment, every mere second he spent attending to your needs.

“Ohhhhh Mickey fuckkk—“ As you arched your back and rode out the blissful sensation that overcame you entirely, Mickey watched through dark lustful eyes. He couldn’t not. You clenched around his digits hard and trembled against his tongue as your pussy fluttered and thanked him for his service.

“You’re a vision.” Was all Mickey had to say as he watched you ride out and come down from the highest peak of your orgasm. “You’re so beautiful.” Mickey would spend the rest of his life reminding you how beautiful you were inside and out. He told you every day.

“Holy shit I feel like a whole new woman.” You sighed as you relaxed into the mattress, Mickey wasted no time as he mounted you once more, trapping you between strong arms and exposed chest. “Feel like I should return the favour.” You cooed as he kissed you once more with the taste of your orgasm on his tongue. It drove you manic– completely insane as you reached between the two of you to pull back the elastic of his boxer briefs.

“I'd never say no–” Mickey mumbled into your mouth as you slowly but surely worked your palm over his hardened length. He was rock hard, straining against the fabric of his briefs as he bucked his hips into your hand to aid you in the process. “Fuck–”

“I think it's my turn to enjoy my breakfast don't you think baby?” You teased as you pressed the pad of your thumb against Mickey's swollen tip. He oozed pre cum at the thought of your mouth on his cock. Warm and ever so inviting, made for him and only for him. “Switch with me?”

“Yes ma’am.” It never took much to get Mickey where you wanted him. He was after all just a mere mortal man with needs and desires. With ease you were pushing him down onto his back, straddling his waist as your hands roamed up the valley of his chest. The tufted of barely there chest hair drove you crazy– Mickey knew it too. “I'm all yours Amor.”

“I know.” You replied with confidence riddled in your early morning smile as you rocked your hips back and forth slowly a top your husband. “You've always been mine, always will be too.” You drove Mickey insane as you pinned his arms above his head and kissed his neck harshly, just enough to leave a few marks in your wake. “Gonna make you feel real good.”

“I'm not gonna last if you keep doing that.” It made you feel powerful, that you had such a hold on your husband, the father of your unborn child, your best friend. “God Amor, if you keep grinding on me like you are, I swear to you, I'm gonna cum.” It had been so long since Mickey had felt your gentle touch, your loving hold. Six weeks away from you felt like a lifetime and then some. “Not gonna last long at all.”

“S’okay, we’ve got all day.” You teased as you slowly but surely slipped Mickey's length, his erect and throbbing cock inside you, the plan had been to suck him off but this was just too perfect. Watching him wither away underneath you as you took him in inch by inch. “Cum inside me baby, I know you want to.” Mickey had to grit his teeth and clench his jaw to keep himself from busting then and there. He was a goner. “Feels so good.” You sat up as Mickey's hand flew to your hips, helping to guide you up and down his slicked cock with intent to milk him dry. “Fuck–”

“Ohhh ahh fuck, baby, baby, holy shit I’m gonna cum–” To absolutely no surprise Mickey was stilling you as he sat up and wrapped you in his arms. He came so hard it damn near hurt as you rocked your hips in his lap as he spilled inside you. Recreating the same moment that had surely gotten you pregnant in the first place not ten weeks ago. “Fuck fuck fuck oh my god–”

Your bed had never felt warmer, more inviting, more comfortable or more peaceful than it did in the moment as you fell into a heap of twisted limbs with your husband, completely spent.

“For the record Amor, you have always been and will continue to be, my favourite breakfast.” Mickey sighed as he kissed your cheek and held you close to his chest. He missed this, missed you, missed the way you raked your fingernails up his chest and down his side–leaving goosebumps in your wake.

“Consider it continental Miguel.” You replied softly as you thought about the day ahead–spent wrapped in the sheet of your bed with your husband. “It's the most important meal of the day.”

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IM SORRY I ONLY GET IDEAS WHEN REQUESTS ARE CLOSED, PLEASE TAKE YOUR TIME AND ADD THIS TO THE BOTTOM

Fearless buddy being sent to the tfp universe at first made me want the tfp team prime to see mtmte Megs interact with buddy and have a crisis over the fact that Megs became a dad, to a human no less.

and then I realized, no. no I dont want team prime to just react to mtmte megs, I want these fuckers to get yeeted into the portal one by one and suffer through the general chaos of the lost light.

Arcee - What was that?

Swerve - oh thats just Skids, you can tell cause when Buddys' in the vents it sounds more like a pitter patter.

Arcee - WHY ARE THEY IN THE VENTS?!

Drifts gets double to Ratchets to simp for

Optimus curls into a ball and cries when he sees Megatron with an autobot badge and being a decent person

Tailgate fanboys and asked for an autograph, yes he knows that its not their Optimus Prime but he's cool none the less

Miko quickly finds Buddy and Whirl and Rodimus quickly grabs Bumblebee and Smokescreen. Ultra Magnus has his back turned for for ten minutes and suddenly the Lost light has been turned into a race track with Swerve handling the betting's and a small world has declared war on the lost light, stating the instigators was a human and two mechs, one of which kinda sounds like the Apex armor.

Brainstorm finds Raf and gets into a custody battle for him with Ratchet.

Optimus and Megatron both have a conversation and get some kinda closure from it.

Ultra Magnus nearly cries over Jack being responsible and polite. he loves buddy but why did they get the well mannered human

plus the rest of the autobots being fucking flabbergasted at how Megatron is with his tiny organic child

In short: C H A O S !

There simply would have been way too much to cover with just this request alone. So, I've tried to condense everything down to 4 key highlights of events that defiantly happened during the trip. This would also be assuming that this is also the same universe as Old Predacon Buddy.

Hope you enjoy!

Fearless Buddy gets a visit from TFP Bots

SFW, Platonic, Human reader

TFP/MTMTE

4 Conversations and confrontations that have defiantly happened during the visit

Meeting the Co- captains

The bots had just arrived at the Lost Light via portal and met Buddy once again.

Buddy wanted to bring them to the med bay just to make sure everything was okay with their systems.

Optimus was the one to have Buddy on his servo as they pointed the way to get to the med bay.

How did they not come across any other crewmember?

That is beyond them.

But just before the team made it to the med bay a streak of black came in front of the bots.

“Who are you and what are you doing on board?”--Ravage

Buddy waving from Prime’s servo.

“Hi Ravage!”--Buddy

Ravage takes notice of Buddy and pins his audials back.

“Let them go now!”--Ravage

Ravage tries swiping at the Prime, but Arcee fires a warning shot.

“Don’t even think about it.”--Arcee

“Wait can’t we all calm down—"--Buddy

Multiple heavy pede steps are heard.

“And now he’s coming…”--Buddy

“Who’s—”--Jack

Megatron and Rodimus come running from the corner and stop behind Ravage.

Megatron has his fusion cannon ready and Rodimus is powering up.

Everyone is tense.

“All right Fake Optimus, put Buddy down and no one gets hurt too badly.”--Rodimus

“Fake Prime? This is Optimus Prime.”--Smokescreen

“Yeah, and Megatron isn’t Buddy’s dad. That’s not Optimus.”--Rodimus

“Excuse did you say that bucket head there was Buddy’s dad?!”--Miko

Buddy nods and pats Prime’s digits.

“Just pass me to Rodimus while I explain everything.”--Buddy

Optimus hesitates a minute before handing Buddy to Rodimus.

Buddy Jumps from Rodimus’s servo start onto Megatron’s arm, which freaks everyone out for a minute as the ex war lord does catch them.

“Buddy we’ve talked about this.”--Megatron

Buddy stick’s out their tongue.

“Can someone please explain what in Primus’s name is going on?!”--Magnus

“In a bit Magnus.”--Buddy

“Wait, wait wait, this is Magnus?”--Rodimus

Rodimus looks at him amused.

“Just wait til Minimus finds out.”--Rodimus

“Who’s Minimus?”--Wheeljack

“In a minute, now to the med bay. Ratchet should take a look at them before anything else.”--Buddy

“Ratchet?”—Team Prime

“Me?”--Ratchet

Rodimus and Buddy turn to each other with a mischievous smile.

Megatron just sighs tiredly.

This was going to be a long day… or week even…

2. Ratchet confrontation and some honorable mentions

Both Ratchet’s nearly have a stroke when they see each other.

The team gets checked out by every medic available.

Buddy manages to catch everyone up overall on the ‘alternative universe’ fiasco. Everyone manages to understand for the most part.

Megatron watches Buddy like a hawk while also sending a message to Minimus on the situation.

He could practically hear the stroke happening from here.

MTMTE Ratchet taking a double look at everyone’s energon levels.

“How are any of you even functioning?! Your energon levels are so low you shouldn’t even be standing up right?!”—MTMTE Ratchet

TFP Ratchet huffs.

“Unlike this universe, energon is not a common thing to run by. Naturally the levels are going to be low.”—TFP Ratchet

“I’m not saying that it is, but what I am is astounded on how any of you are still even talking. And you especially.”

Optimus looks curious.

“What are you referring to?”--Optimus

MTMTE Ratchet takes a deep vent and lets it out.

“Your Ratchet has the lowest energon levels out of your entire team combined! Miracle that he is even with us.”--ratchet

Bee buzzes angrily.

All MTMTE bots look at him worriedly.

First Aid comes over to him.

“What happened to your voice?”—First Aid

MTMTE Ratchet, Ambulon and Velocity join in crowding Bee.

“His voice box was damaged in the war on Cybertron. Our Megatron damaged it.”—Raf

Bumblebee looks down a bit.

The medics are all looking at one another.

“We can see what we can do here, if you’d like Bumblebee.”—MTMTE Ratchet

Bee buzzes happily as Raf hugs his digit.

Drift enters the med bay.

“Hey Ratchet, I heard you yelling in here, is everything—”--Drift

Drift looks at the scene in front of him stopping dead in his tracks.

His optics land on TFP Ratchet.

Buddy looks at him mouthing ‘No!’

“Who’s this guy?”--Smokescreen

“I finally made it to the Afterspark.”--Drift

“What?”—TFP Ratchet

“That’s just Drift just ignore him.”—MTMTE Ratchet

“Ratchet I don’t think that’s going to be possible.”--Buddy

“I HAVE TWO RATCHET’S NOW!”--Drift

Drift pulls them both into a hug.

TFP Ratchet is struggling to get out of his grip while MTMTE Ratchet just goes along with it.

“Buddy, who’s that?”--Wheeljack

“And why is he hugging Ratchet?”--Bulkhead

“That’s Drift, he’s Ratchet’s Conjunx.”--Buddy

All TFP Bots nearly have whiplash at how fast they move their helms.

“HIS CONJUNX?!”—Team Prime

“MY WHAT?!”—TFP Ratchet

“Not yours.”—MTMTE Ratchet

“Aww Ratty! You do care.”--Drift

“RATTY?!”—Team Prime

Several members of Team Prime laughing on the med slab so hard the medics are on standby.

3. Kids custody

Tfp team goes to the bar.

Kids stay with Buddy in the human safe portion of the bar to get some food.

Everyone is staring at them.

But to be fair they did have way different frame types than everyone else in this dimension.

Buddy yells at them for being rude.

That they help them in their time of need.

Suddenly everyone is in a much better mood.

Swerve serving Team Prime some engex.

“Any friend of Buddy is a friend of ours. Drink up fellow bots!”--Swerve

“Thank you Swerve.”--Optimus

Prime feels something poking his side

He looks at a white minibot poking his side holding a data pad.

“Hi! I know your not this universes Optimus, but can I still have your autography!”--Tailgate

Prime looks a bit surprised but he gives in.

“Thank you!”--Tailgate

“And what may be your name?”--Optimus

“I’m Tailgate!”--Tailgate

Arcee spits out her engex, Bulkhead calms her down.

“Is she okay? I didn’t upset her right?”--Tailgate

Arcee walks up to Tailgate, who is roughly around her size.

Cyclonus walks up behind Tailgate as if daring her to do something dumb.

She eventually holds her servo out.

“I’m Arcee.”--Arcee

Tailgate hugs Arcee instead.

“Thank you and your team for taking care of Buddy while they were away!”--Tailgate

Arcee is holding back tears as she gives into the hug.

“SHE’S ARCEE!”--Rodimus

Many bots look over with curiosity and some with fear.

Bulkhead looked over at the human table to find it empty.

“Hey where are the kids?”--Bulkhead

“Oh! Whirl took them around the bar when you weren’t looking.”--Swerve

“Whirl? Who’s Whirl?”--Magnus

Swerve points to the helicopter bot with his cockpit open.

“That one who’s trying to fight with Getaway.”--Swerve

Bulkhead, Wheeljack, and Ultra Magnus navigate their way to Whirl.

He turns to show Buddy and Miko laughing in the pit.

“So, you’re this little monsters guardians?”--Whirl

“Yes—”--Bulkhead

“Well, TOO BAD!”--Whirl

Whirl places a protective claw over both of the giggling humans.

“SHE’S MY OTHER AMICA NOW!”--Whirl

“They are not your Amica—”--Magnus

“Actually I’m his.”--Buddy

“And that’s something we’re going to talk about later. Miko—”--Wheeljack

“ITS WHIRL JR. NOW!”--Miko

“Miko no!”--Bulkhead

“MIKO YES!”--Miko

Meanwhile with Arcee…

Arcee stares at MTMTE Magnus, Cyclonus, Tailgate and Pipes.

Pipes and Tailgate are asking him all sorts of questions.

“Ultra Magnus. Cyclonus.”--Arcee

“Arcee.”—Magnus and Cyclonus

All three of them look over at the other three who are happily laughing at a joke.

All three mentally promise to destroy anyone who harms Jack.

Meanwhile with Ratchet…

Brainstorm holding Raf high above his helm.

“I HAVE FOUND MY CHILD!”--Brainstorm

“HE IS NOT YOUR CHILD!”--Perceptor

“Fine! Percy and Nautica we need to schedule visiting time—”--Brainstorm

MTMTE Ratchet taking Raf out of his servo.

“Leave the poor boy alone.”—MTMTE Ratchet

Drift looks over at MTMTE Ratchet and Raf and smiles teasingly.

“AAAAWWWW Ratty!”--Drift

Ratchet suddenly getting the hint.

“No…”—MTMTE Ratchet

“Yes…”--Drift

Drift no.”—MTMTE Ratchet

“Drift yes?”--Drift

“…”--MTMTE Ratchet

Ratchet hands Raf back to his counterpart.

“I think its best to keep him in check.”—MTMTE Ratchet

“Will do—HEY!”—TFP Ratchet

Brainstorm once again nabbing Raf from him.

“Mine child! Now Rafael. Would you like to see my lab? It has all sorts of inventions in it.”--Brainstorm

“BRAINSTORM!”--Chromdome

Brainstorm starts heading to the exit faster before Skids tackles him down letting Raf to get thrown up in the air.

He gets caught by Swerve, who just puts him down next to him.

“…Do you like Bill Nye?”--Swerve

Meanwhile with Rodimus…

Has Smokescreen and Bumblebee both thrown over his shoulder looking at Megatron and Magnus.

“Please?”--Rodimus

“No.”--Magnus

“Too bad.”--Rodimus

Confused car noises intensify.

Later on, Optimus and Megatron are found in one of the booth having some whispered conversation.

No one knows what they talked about, but both came back from it looking tired yet somewhat happy.

4. Promise to meet each other one day in the future

A couple days pass, the portal comes back.

Tfp team says their goodbyes.

Buddy wishes them good luck and to say hi to their alternative.

Portal closes.

“Wait you said, ‘other Buddy’, there was another Buddy?”--Megatron

“Oh yeah, but they’re an old Predacon.”--Buddy

“AN OLD WHAT?!”--Whirl

Meanwhile back in TFP…

The team comes out of the portal groaning at the semi harsh landing.

June and Agent Fowler came running in.

June nearly tackles the kids asking so many questions their heads are spinning.

The team explains what happened.

“Would have guessed that after Buddy’s explanation.”—Agent Fowler

“Heh, hey where is Buddy anyways?”--Bulkhead

“Bet their taking a nap.”--Miko

“Nope. After four hours of you guys ‘disappearing to the other dimension’ they’ve been trying to keep everything under control. They’ve been increasing patrols and energon digs.”—Agent Fowler

“They should be coming in soon.”--June

Heavy wing flaps are heard from the main entrance.

“June! I think another rocks stuck in my—”--Buddy

Buddy stops to take a good look at the team before going in for a group hug, spreading their wings as much as possible.

“Thank the Primes your all safe.”--Buddy

“Woah! Buddy, your…umm…”--Smokescreen

Buddy looking down at their dented and dusty self.

“Someone had to pick up on the patrols. The Decepticon’s couldn’t know that you were gone.”--Buddy

Optimus places his servo on Buddy’s shoulder.

“Rest old friend. We can take it from here.”--Optimus

Buddy just yawns and moves to their spot near the human area and slumps down hard and falls asleep.

The kids go over to Buddy to see if they are still awake.

They were out.

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From Here On Out - Hangman x WSO!reader

summary: returning home after your crash means facing the reality of your new relationship with Hangman

readers callsign is ‘bluejay’

WC: 4.7k

a/n: our favorite WSO (sorry Bob/Fanboy) is back!!! yes, this is a part 2 to All This Time

warnings: SMUTTTT, swearing, Simp Seresin™

Two weeks. 14 days. 20,160 minutes. An exact measure of how long it’s been since you were rescued from enemy territory. The same exact measure of how long it’s been since you last saw Hangman. The same exact amount of time that’s passed since you and Hangman kissed.

The thing is, you weren’t actively trying to avoid seeing him ... at first.

The day after you were brought back to base, you woke up feeling like you hadn’t survived the crash after all. Your entire body was sore, you were too cold then too hot and your lungs felt like they were crumpling up further inside you with every breath you took. A quick trip to the medic confirmed it, you had pneumonia.

Debriefing your mission would have to wait, your first order of business directly from the Admiral was to rest. And rest, you did. For an entire week, you stayed home, slept, and binge watched too many bad movies to count. By the time you felt better, you’d never been more ready to get out of your house and back in the sky.

After only one day apart from Hangman, you missed him. The proximity you shared on the mountain was like a drug that was too quickly flushed out of your system. You craved those feelings, the warmth, comfort, and safety, immediately once they were gone. Then you were gifted time to brew with the idea of it, reuniting. And suddenly, the idea started to morph into something else entirely - it terrified you.

What if everything Hangman had said to you on that mountain was a lie?

In the cold, our blood vessels constrict which means the normal amount of blood that typically reaches important organs such as the brain, doesn’t. Maybe the weather had pushed him to say those things, maybe he wasn’t thinking straight or needed to convince you he felt something for you when in reality, he just needed your warmth to survive. Now that the blood returned to its rightful place, maybe he won’t feel the same.

So instead of talking these worries out like the mature adult you are, you’ve been dodging him.

The first time you see him after the crash is the same day you’re back on base after being cleared to fly again. The anticipation of returning to the backseat of your jet and possibly seeing Hangman had been vibrating deep in your bones, making you jittery. The minute you step foot in the cafeteria to grab breakfast and see the unmistakeable dirty blonde hair on the back of Hangman’s head, you hide. You literally duck behind the corner of the wall and hold your breath.

A few people give you strange glances as they flow in and out but, luckily no one you recognize catches you. You can practically picture the look Phoenix would give you if she saw you now; arms crossed, a crooked smirk, one eyebrow raised. Busted. You wait there an unreasonable amount of time before your stomach growls, protesting loudly against your wimpy behavior.

You aren’t sure which is due to kill your first; your hunger or your fear of rejection.

You know you need to eat before reporting to your superior to get started for the day, fuel is as important for the pilot as it is for the jet. And you only have 15 minutes left at this point. Swallowing your pride, you peak around the corner and breath a sigh of relief when you see Hangman is no longer siting at the table. With a quick scan around the rest of the cafe and with no Hangman in sight, you finally leave your perch to get some much needed food.

You’re pathetic and you know it. But at least now you can be pathetic and full.

You saunter up the buffet and pile your plate high with all the eggs and bacon that can fit. You audibly groan when there aren’t any strawberries left in the fruit bowl - you suppose you deserve that for being such a coward.

You take the seat next to Bob, in the same seat once occupied by Hangman, and instantly start chowing down.

“Hi, Blue.” Bob greets you. You’re so hungry all the sudden, your intense focus on getting as much food in your mouth can’t be shaken by his presence. You grunt in response, mouth full and getting fuller by the second.

“Hangman left this for you.”

“Hm?” You hum and finally take your eyes off of the plate in front of you to look over. You meet Bobs eye and he motions to the table. You glance down and freeze mid-chew.

A bowl of strawberries.

Hangman left you a bowl of strawberries.

“Seemed like he was really looking forward to seeing you.” You feel the heat rush to your cheeks at the mere idea of it, Hangman waiting for you, eager to see you.

When you look up to Bob again, he’s smirking. You roll your eyes and shove him in the arm playfully before reaching into the bowl and taking a big bite of the ripe fruit.

— —

In the following few days, you really weren’t intentionally dodging Hangman, your schedules naturally fell into opposing rhythms. He’d be in the air while you were assigned a briefing, you’d be in the backseat of a jet while he was taking his lunch break. And by the time the days came to an end, you were too exhausted, still recovering from pneumonia to even think about being anywhere after work other than your bed.

The distance between you and Hangman lasted until one sweltering California day. The AC in the base must have been broken, the rec room was so hot and muggy, you thought you might suffocate. The warmth was practically lulling you to sleep as you waited for your turn to go up for training.

You’re basically nodding off when you feel a hand rest on your shoulder, gently shaking you back into the land of the living. You look up, connect your eyes to Nat’s and take in her grin directed down at you.

“Did you hear about Hangman?”

Suddenly, you’re not tired at all, a giant spike in your heart rate has you straightening up on the couch. Who needs coffee when you have adrenaline suddenly coursing through you?

“What about him? Is he okay?”

“He’s fine. Great, actually. He’s being promoted. To Captain.”

Holy shit. Hangman’s being promoted. He would officially become Captain Jake Seresin.

He deserves this, he’s an amazing pilot and is becoming a great leader. Being Captain was something Jake has always wanted and suddenly, you want nothing more than to see him despite your raging fear that nothing will come of your mountain side confessions. It doesn’t matter anymore, you’d take that rejection if meant you got to witness how happy you know he must be.

When training exercises are over, you start roaming the halls aimlessly until you find him. The base was eerily quiet, like everyone had cleared out just for you and Hangman to have this moment together. Similar to the first time you saw him when you returned to base, his back is to you when you find him but there he is, unmistakable, you think you’d recognize him anywhere.

“Captain!” You call out from down the hall. He immediately spins around, most likely at the sound of your voice rather than his new title. Regardless of why he turns so quickly, his grin is as bright as ever.

At first, you walk at a normal pace toward him, trying to act causal like his presence even from a few hundred feet away isn’t sending your heart into a tailspin. But then you remember what it felt like to be held by him, to have his arms wrapped so tightly around you and to feel warm and secure and happy. Then your pace quickens, your footsteps are moving faster and faster with the need to close this gap between you.

You’re outright jogging by the time you reach him. You throw your arms around his neck and practically jump on him, pulling an ‘oof’ out of him when your body comes in contact with his. His arms instantly wrap around you, holding you firmly against him and yeah, why did you avoid this for so long?

Being in his arms feels so good and so right.

His laughter comes out muffled against your hair and your shoulder, you can feel the vibrations of it radiate from his chest against yours.

“Congratulations.” You say, the sound of your voice coming out as suppressed as his laugh.

“If I knew being promoted was all it took to see you, I would have told people a lot sooner.” He says as he pulls away a bit, just enough to look down at you. You feel the heat prickle in your cheeks, slightly embarrassed thinking back on your behavior. By the way he’s holding you, it’s clear the weather had no effect on what he’d said on the mountain, he meant every word.

“I’m sorry.” You groan and hide your face in your hands. “I’m an idiot.” He laughs before gripping your wrists and pulling your hands away.

“Yeah but, at least you’re my idiot.” You scoff and give him a frisky shove in the chest. You’re still close, faces only inches apart.

“I thought,” You swallow thickly, here goes nothing “maybe you’d change your mind. You know, once your body temperature was regulated and the blood made it back to your brain.” You try to chuckle though, it comes out faint.

“Nope.” He grins, soft and sweet. “I’m warmed up and still, I feel it all.”

“Thank god.” You mutter before connecting your mouth to his. You feel him smile against your lips before moving his in perfect rhythm with yours, like this isn’t just your second kiss but something you’ve been sharing forever. The kiss is slow and conservative but drips with passion and an understanding that this is only the beginning.

You pull back slightly, a thought suddenly popping into your head. “Wait, I’m technically kissing my superior. Is that allowed?”

“Who cares?” Jake replies, eyes still shut, lips still slightly pursed, before reattaching your lips.

Conservative is not the word you would use to describe this second kiss. From the minute your mouths are pressed back together, Hangman’s tracing his tongue along your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You deepen the kiss and let his tongue explore your mouth while his hands roam your body. Your core temperature skyrockets past baseline and you’d love nothing more to peel the flight suit off your body to burn Jake’s palms with the heat of your skin. It's clear he wants it too by the way he contours your hips, down your backs then back up, across your neck, he needs every part of you as much as you need every part of him.

You’re suddenly accurately aware that you’re in the middle of a military base when his teeth naw into your bottom lip, pulling a shameless moan from the back of your throat. He lets out a deep, husky, chuckle as he breaks away from the kiss.

“So, Cap, any plans tonight to memorialize your big promotion?” You keep your bodies close and fiddle with the collar of his g-suit.

“People are getting together at the Hard Deck, I think. My plan was to swing by,” He traces the pad of his thumb across your jaw, leaving sparks of electricity in the wake of his touch. “shamelessly hoping to run into you.”

“Well if you aren’t set on that plan, I’d love to do something for you. To celebrate and well ... make up for lost time.” You bite your lip as Hangmans fingers dig deeper into your hips.

“Say when and where and I’m there.”

“My place at 7? I’ll cook for you. But, we’re keeping it casual. I’m a Weapon Systems Officer, not a professional chef. “

— —

You’re halfway through cooking dinner for you and Jake when you hear your doorbell ring. Your eyes flicker to the clock: 6:38 pm.

When you open the door, you fight back against the seize of your heart that threatens to kill you at the sight of Hangman in a henley and sweats, holding a bottle of wine.

“You’re early.” You raise your eyebrows and smile regardless.

He shrugs, “Haven’t you made me wait long enough?” He grins as you roll your eyes and grip him by the shirt, tugging him past the threshold of your door.

“Well, early admission isn’t free.” You lead him to the kitchen and hand him the spoon you were using the mix the sauce. “I’m putting you to work.”

“You can work me all you want, baby.” He winks and you let out a noise somewhere in between a laugh and a groan before guiding his hand with the spoon to start stirring. You work in tandem while swapping stories about growing up and your years in the academy. You laugh and flirt until your entire house smells like roasted garlic and rosemary and you’ve had one too many glasses of that wine.

When the food’s ready, you eat tucked close to each other, bodies always touching in some way, in your small breakfast nook. You share more pieces of yourselves and by the time the food’s gone, you feel like you’ve known him your whole life. Not just Captain Seresin, or Hangman, you feel like you really know Jake and have never wanted him more, flaws and all.

“Growing up in my house, we had a rule,” He says as he stands up, clearing your plates off of the table “whoever doesn’t cook, cleans. So let me handle this.” You bite your lip to stop from grinning too wide, you’re worried if you do the grin may be stuck on your face forever.

“I can’t let you do that, you’re my guest.” He raises an eyebrow and doesn’t budge. “At least let me help. We’ll tag team it.”

“Need I remind you what happened last time we were put on a team?”

“Hey!” You laugh and stand up. “We made it out okay, didn’t we?” You rest your hands over his on the stack of plates and hold his gaze, basking in the way his eyes sparkle down on you.

“That we did, m’love. That we did.”

After a small game of tug of war with the dishes and putting on the cutest, softest puppy dog face you can conjure, you end up working together. He washes, you dry and put away. You work flawlessly together, again, like you’ve been at this for years.

When the last plate is put away, Jake places his hands on your hips and turns you to face him. The dim light in the kitchen casts everything in a soft, amber glow, one that highlights the sheen of Jakes skin and the specks of gold in his eyes. Wordlessly, he pulls you closer and closer until he can connect your lips together, the kiss thick with passion and sweet like honey. There’s lingering hints of pasta sauce and red wine on his tongue, you’re sure you could get drunk on his taste alone.

You loosen your jaw and let him run his tongue along your bottom lip before swirling it with yours. You know where you want this to go and you start to feel like he feels the same when he pulls away and nips and sucks his was down your jaw and neck, still pulling and pushing, grabbing and tugging at your clothes the way he did on the mountain.

You half expect a helicopter to pull you apart again but, there are no interruptions coming this time. If you want all of it, you can have it. The question is, does he?

“Tell me what you want, Captain.” Your request comes out breathy and drawn out as an effect of his lips and his tongue dragging across all the sensitive spots of your neck.

He freezes momentarily against you before dragging a hand through your hair to cradle the back of your head. He tugs gently at your roots, making sure you’re looking him directly in the eye. His once sea glass green eyes have turned dark like a forest, blackened by the size of his pupils.

“You know,” he inches his face closer “once I take you to the bedroom and get you moaning that title, I’m never not going to be turned on when you say it at work.”

“Good.” You smirk, nudging your nose against his. “Maybe I want you to always be thinking about it. Maybe I want your mind to constantly be on me.”

“Already is, trust me.” His eyes flutter shut momentarily before they reopen only half way. “Do you remember what I said about how long I’ve thought about this, about your skin?” He pushes a hand up your shirt, tracing dizzyingly slow lines across the waistline of your pants. You nod pathetically fast, begging him with your body to dip his hand down just a bit lower.

“I need to taste it, to taste you. All of you. Can I?” His hooks his thumbs into the waistband of your pants and stills, waiting for the go ahead to take you apart.

“Yes. God, yes” You all but moan. He tugs and in one fluid motion, your pants are down by your ankles and across the room.

“You want to do this in the kitchen?” You release a weak chuckle while he runs his hands back and forth over the bare skin of your upper thighs.

“Is that a problem?” He pushes the hem of your shirt up slowly, again waiting for your confirmation.

“No, sir.” You bite your lip at the way he flushes a deep red. Next thing you know, your shirt has joined your pants on the floor and you’re bare in front of him. All parts of your mind, body, and soul are suddenly screaming for this man.

You contemplated for some time about whether or not you should forego wearing undergarments tonight. You figured the two of you would be frantically ripping each others clothes off and couldn’t be bothered with pesky layers slowing you down. However, this is anything but frenzied. It’s not hectic, the way he touches you, it’s measured and fervent, like he needs to touch every inch of your exposed skin and commit it to memory.

He’s starved, ravenous for your body but instead of diving straight in, he plans to savor the taste of it, of you.

“You’re gorgeous.” His thumbs trace half moons along the skin under your breasts, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “So perfect.” He tips your chin up and lays one more burning kiss against your lips before getting down on his knees in front of you. You have to fight every instinct you have to drop your jaw at the sight of it, at him kneeling in front of you like you are his alter and he’s about to prove his devotion.

His hands drag their way across your stomach and down your hips before they reach the top of your thighs. He hitches one of your legs over his shoulder, spreading you open wider for him. You should feel embarrassed, timid maybe. But like everything else that you’ve experienced with him tonight, you feel nothing but comfortable.

When his lips connect with your hip, as they trace lazy, wet kisses across the span of your naked skin, you whimper. He keeps one hand wrapped firmly around the leg perched on his shoulder, digging his fingertips deeper into your flesh after each sound he coaxes from you. His other hand drags across your inner thigh before it dips down, skimming over your already soaked core. You involuntarily jerk against him and feel the grin that forms across his lips press harder into your skin.

He’s methodical in the way he touches you, exactly where and how you need him to. You aren’t surprised it’s no different from the way he flies, with confidence and precision that ensures nothing but success.

A deeply rooted sound of pure pleasure falls from your lips when his mouth finally meets your clit, the feeling of his warm tongue and vibrations of his own groan stimulating you in a way you never knew you’d needed. The way his tongue works you is mind bending, your body chemistry will forever be altered after this experience. You will no longer be just a WSO harboring a crush on a fellow pilot, you will be a WSO who came against the mouth of her superior, Captain Jake Serein, in record time, naked in her kitchen.

“Oh my god, Jake.” You cry and let your head fall back and meet the wall behind you with a thud as you shudder, as all the muscles below your belly button lock and throb.

“I know, baby, I know.” He mutters into you, kneading at your thighs and peppering light kisses on and around your clit as you come down.

You grip his shoulders hard and pull him up the second you regain feeling in your limbs, satisfied but no where near satisfied enough. The sight of a small spot of yourself still glistening on his chin and the tangy sweetness of your own taste still lingering on his tongue when you kiss him has more searing hit ripping through you.

He wraps his arms around you and hoists you up, letting you guide him to your room before he places you on the edge of your bed. With you sitting and him still standing, you’re perfectly aligned with his lower half, your field of vision is filled with his bulge pressing tightly against the material of his sweatpants. You’re desperate to make him feel as good as he did you, he deserves that. You reach out, letting your palm press and rock against his cock until he groans.

He hooks a finger under your chin and lifts you head up so you’re looking at him through fluttering lashes. He brushes some lingering hair off of your forehead, away from your face so he can see all of you sitting pretty below him.

“What can I do for you, Captain?” You ask as he drags the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip.

“Fuck.” He releases a hoarse chuckle that settles directly in your core, leaving you more soaked than before. “I want this mouth wrapped around me so bad. But, I know I won’t last and I need to be inside you.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” You fist his shirt in your hands before pulling him over you and wrapping your legs around his waist, needing his hips flush against yours, needing his lips to be devour your own. You bunch up his shirt and pull at it up and over his head. You take your time exploring his bare chest and stomach, the way he did with yours, letting your hands skim over every inch of his soft skin, over every dip and ridge of his hard muscles.

You yank at the waistband of his sweats until they’re dropped low below his hips and he takes over, then they’re on the floor and you’re both bare, open to each other in every way a person can be.

“I know you typically like to be the one in control,” You don’t let him hover back over you. Instead, you kneel on the bed and motion for him to sit down “but, I thought maybe I could be the one in the front seat this time.”

You push him back until his body meets the headboard then you straddle him, pressing your inner thighs against the outer flesh of his.

“Sweetheart, when you’re like this,” he runs a hand up your thigh before dropping it low into your folds and stroking your swollen clit “dripping wet, all for me ... I’ll do anything you want me to.”

“I’ll remember that.” You gasp as his fingers draw tight circles against you.

He kisses down the valley of your breasts as you align his tip over your entrance, already begging and sucking him into you slightly. He grunts against your skin at the feel of your slickness, the way you’re desperate for him.

When you do sink down, adjusting to his length, you think you’ve done everything up until this moment right. All that time spent with you two bickering instead of simply talking, scowling instead of smiling, it didn’t matter. You’d do it all again if it meant you ended up here, on top of him, while he holds onto you like you’re the the life line he needs to survive.

“Oh, Jake.” You moan as your hips move on their own accord, instinctually grinding and bobbing to chase the alluring high you feel building inside you. By the way he lets his head fall back and moans your name, you can tell if feels as good for him as it does for you. And that fuels you, to know you can break him down to a whimpering mess below you.

“I didn’t think you could be anymore perfect.” He says, voice strained and gravelly. “But, the way you fit me just right. Baby.” He groans, digging his fingers into your hips so tightly you’re sure they’ll bruise. You’re tormenting him, the way your rocking your hips is driving him absolutely mad and the sight of a thin layer of sweat gathering, glowing against your skin ...

If he doesn’t gain some control soon, he may just die.

The cries and moans are spilling from your lips without your control, like a pipe inside you has burst.

“Y/N.” Jake drags a hand through your hair and pulls you to look at him. “I need-“

You don’t let him finish, you don’t have to because you know exactly what he’s going to say. You want him to take over too. This pleasure that’s shooting through you has your once solid form turning into liquid, making it hard to continue. You nod and let him flip you on your back. Suddenly, he’s thrusting into you with such speed and power that your eyes start to roll into the back of your skull.

He tucks his face into the crook of your neck, sucking it, kissing it, moaning your name into it like he needs you to understand how crazy the sensation of being buried inside you makes him.

When he pushes himself up straighter, when he wraps your legs around him and pulls you further onto him, when he digs his nails into your skin and his eyes glaze over, you know what’s coming. You move your fingers down to your own clit only to have them shoved away and replaced by Jakes. That’s all you need to be seeing stars, to feel a burning, white hot flash of pleasure overcome you. He pushes over the edge, you push him back and for a blissful moment, the truest thing in the world is the way you need each other.

You’re panting into his mouth by the the time you feel yourself come back to your own body, with Jakes sweaty chest pressed against you and his lips connected to yours. When he pulls away and looks into your eyes, you see a promise of infinite potential, something so exciting and hopeful that digs its way into your chest and thrums like a jet engine.

“From here on out,” he laces his fingers with yours, pushing your hands above your head “it’s you and me.” And you wholeheartedly agree. From this point on, there will never be a part of you that exists without him. He’s burrowed himself into your skin and made a home there. You’d have it no other way.

You smile, “You and me.”

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#hangman x reader #jake seresin x reader #hangman fic #jake 'hangman' seresin fic #jake 'hangman' seresin #top gun #top gun maverick #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick fanfiction #hangman fanfiction #jake seresin fanfiction #top gun: maverick #top gun: maverick fanfiction #jake seresin fic

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Duckyyyy, I seriously need a change from the KDA!reader stuff going around, could I mayhaps beg of you for anything romantic with whatever heartsteel boy you feel like writing for with a Pentakill reader?

(I seriously recommend listening to Pentakill if you like old metal, I can also help give a brief description of Pentakill if you need it)

-🎃

While Pentakill is (musically) my least favourite band from lol, I'm a Sona main and a Mordekaiser simp, I know them by heart, 🎃 (this sounds way more threating than it was meant to lmao) (and I do not know them by heart, I just love Sona and Mordekaiser and would very much enjoy being stuffing to a sandwich if they're the bread if you know what I mean

And you know what? I'm feeling like writing them all so enjoy my lovely pumpkin

Also sorry for kinda insterting Battle Academia Yone in there but I couldn't stop myself

Enjoy 🖤

(mmm wife gif)

Kayn

You're a hottie AND you're in THE Pentakill? He was instantly hooked on you when you two met

Though you weren't as keen on him, thinking of him as just another fanboy

After some time of him bugging you and trying to impress you as much as he can, you warmed up to him

Eventually landing yourself into a relationship with him

Everyone in both bands thought you two were just a short phase

But then the public learned about you

And my god, was it a storm

Especially since everyone suspected you were dating someone...more like you

But you two are still going strong

He loves your style, especially if your outfits include some chains (he's a kinky man what can I say)

Though he also enjoys your style outside of the stage, no matter how much it differs from your metal queen image

Honestly he just loves when you look happy

Probably wrote a few songs about you, which he will never show you, since he thinks you're too cool for love songs

Aphelios

Honestly? Wasn't interested at the beginning

You're from Pentakill? Ok, don't care

Honestly you were the one who fell first

He had no idea, untill he noticied you telling Sona you thought he was cute using sing language

After that he started noticing you in his surroundings more often

Especially if you wore tight clothes

I mean he's not a pervert, but you look really good

Finally Alune made him realise he's in love

Oh shit he is

So after some time to gather courage he goes in an confesses

Thought it wouldn't be a problem to do it in front of Kayle, since why would she know sing language

SHE'S IN THE BAND WITH SONA TOO FUCK

He may be stupid but you still love him

But rumours spread fast

So next day the press was on the asses of both of you

Honestly doesn't care. He loves you and that's what matters

Though the rest of Heartsteel might care

Oh well

Yone

You two met before Pentakill was even a thing

So he isn't intimated by you being in the band

He's actually very happy for you

Though he does miss the days when you two were just teenagers and could hang out more frequently

Especially since now you usually were with the band or touring

I mean he was happy with you

But he might not have gotten past his little high school crush on you

Ah, the old days, when he thought dying his hair pink would impress you

Now he knew he just had to tell you that he liked you in that special way

You two might have lost some time, but now you have plenty of it to make up for it~

Ezreal

Him? With you? Nooo, this had to be joke

A joke so good Karthus spilled his morning coffe out laughing

Oh wait, you actually were? Oh shit

No one ever thought the intimidating metal diva would be with someone like him

Everyone was sure he would be dating another popstar to break up after a week

But it's been half a year since the news broke out and you two are still going strong

He loves seeing you on stage

You're so...

He secretly wants you to step on him and call you mommy

But he can hold back

For now

Sett

Holy shit

The hottie from Pentakill

And him

It's like a dream come true

Although he is worried what his mom will think

She doesn't care

As long as you treat him well, she will welcome you with open arms

Sett loves how ferocious you are

He finds it so hot how intimidating you look on stage

Especially since you have such an effect, even against Mordekaiser and Yorick, who look...well scary

K'Sante

Won't tell you that, but you inspired him so much

He just loves when you mix up your stage style and home style

Like wearing just a normal blouse with that gorset belt? You look great!

He of course loves you for so much more

For example how you always take care of him

Turning into a big softie whenever he needs your help

Or the way your eyes light up when you see in the crowd at a concert

Though the music is not his taste, he will do anything for his partner

He won't admit it, but in the depths of his files there's a whole set of outfits he designed for Pentakill, inspired by you of course

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thefangirlfever · 2 months

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I needed to make a post about this because...well, the title says everything.

First of all I would like to say that I'm feeling a bit anxious sharing my thoughts about this. I don't know if I'm the most qualified to talk about this but it has been bugging me.

I know a lot of people have already discussed the way Miguel, a POC and a latino man out of all people, has been oversexualized to a point that it feels fetishy and a bit concerning sometimes. I think we can all acknowledge this and that already gives us a lot to think about.

But what I think is really interesting is that not only is Miguel an intentional thirst-trap, he is a thirst-trap created mainly by a team of male producers/ writers. From what I read, the people in charge of his character design were men (I want to say that I am by no mean attacking anyone who worked on this movie. They did an amazing job and I am just sharing my thoughts, not saying they are bad people for this choise or anything. Thank you).

And I find this very telling. Because when I first saw this headline, I thought "Oh finally, women have been given the chance to freely thirst over a male character the same way men do." And I think it was a big mistake from me to think this way. (First of all, there are also men and non-binary simping over him). Because, let's be real for one second there, do we really want to thirst over characters the way men do? I have been an anime fan for years and let me tell you, the way a lot of men/ fanboys view female characters is simply gross (I know, I know, not all men). It's also something I noticed in comics and video games. Like, have you seen the outrage when a video game studio wants to propose female characters who do not look like what some p*rn addicts imagines women are?

My point is that Miguel has been created not with the female gaze in mind, but with the male gaze (and it hurts to say this). That's what I got from reading the part of the interview. The emphasis on his butt, the overly masculine, muscular body... Miguel was created not by following what women like in men but by what men imagine that women like in men.

This is also something we can see a lot in various medias over the last years, especially in the romance genre. The way some "desirable" men are depicted do not fit what women seek in a partner but what men imagine women want (ofc every woman has different criteria when it comes to this). I think it's very blatant when you compare medias written by and for women like Shonda Rhimes's shows, Bridgerton, Outlander... and medias written by men. So, in the end, I think that Miguel has been created with that in mind "Let's make a big, tall, dark and broody, muscular matcho man. That's what the female public wants." (ofc it's never as simple as that but you get the idea).

So... does this mean that it's bad to simp/ thirst over this character? Surprisingly I'm going to say no and I even think that it's important that the women in this fandom keep making content around Miguel! Because when we write fanfictions, draw fanarts of him... we are now picturing him with a real female gaze and that's what brings even more complexity and depth to this character.

I have seen so many interpretations of this character since I joined this fandom and a lot of them were really cool/ beautiful, showing just how much people love this character. When you think about it, it's crazy that a character who only got 15 minutes of screen time can have such a strong effect on a fandom, meaning that he is more than just a thirst trap. I genuinely think that the content created by the fans gives this character his humanity back (because, yes, being sexualized to no end deshumanizes a person. Go argue with a wall, thank you very much). I've seen so many tender, soft but also funny depictions of him making him more than just some ass shots on the big screen. And even on the NSFW corner of the fandom, some people out there are really making him more than just this "feral beast" that we have been sold by giving him back his tenderness, his sensuality...

So, yeah, take this headline with care and think what you want of it. Those were just my thoughts. Feel free to disagree, tell me if I got something wrong or just leave your thoughts under this post because I'm genuinely curious of seeing other fan's opinions. I apologize for the mess of this take.

And now I'm going back to sleep.

#miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #spiderman 2099 #across the spiderverse #atsv #spiderverse #we need to talk about this #gender critical #female gaze #male gaze #look at me not writing my college essays but writing this

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not-your-fucking-kacchan · 2 years

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Alrighty then! Ima go for it! Believe it or not it is neko based. But, with a male y/n to be exact lmao. The quirk being Cat: The user is given cat like ears and tail, however they are givin feline like instincts that they can’t necessarily control. But the user is aloud to transform into a house cat, and can look like their natural hair color. The user can only meow in this form, they can’t talk like a human duh. The user has cat like senses, being able to hear very well, see in the dark, and have really good balance. The user can talk to/ attract felines alike mostly house cats as they seem to be the most popular in Japan. They are known to be flexible, and have balanced landing. And oml that is heckin long look i just copied and pasted from the last time i wrote about this quirk i hope you can forgive me. 😔 But anywho, i can just see Aizawa being absolute friends with this chad, like maybe y/n is a therapist to kids because he can literally comfort them due to his quirk, or just like a detective of sorts because of he can turn into a cat and be an excellent spy. Im so terribly sorry if this is long, i guess this more of an idea giving thing, maybe some inspiration for ya? I wanna see what you come up with. I think it’s about time we get some Neko Dilfs in our lives. 😎 what do you think?

Ooo jejkdbfkd I haven't even watched that fricken program and I'm already thinking of chat noir 💀

But of course I had to make it cute and romantic <3 sort of

Masterlist <3

Aizawa x Male!Neko!Reader

It was hard not to stare at Shouta Aizawa when you first met him. He was in his usual outfit, teaching his class 1-A and training with them when you had arrived at the training area, where the class was being held.

You had just been hired as a new teaching assistant because of your reputation as an underground hero, and their thoughts were that it would be best to have another underground hero to teach you the ropes.

He was standing there in all his glory, looking over the kids and making sure that they were making the most out of their training by giving them pointers and keeping track of their progress. It was so hot.

You tried your best not to fanboy over the poor man but you really just can't help yourself at this point. What makes it so much worse is your daddy issues, so this is kind of like waving candy in front of a kid and being like "Yeah you can only look, and you can't eat it. Have fun!", as if!

You were a complete simp for this man, and you always have been since you first heard of him.

He had taken some time out to train you alone in both the physical and mental areas of being a teaching assistant, and his very few complements and praises stuck in your mind like glue.

"I see... A cat quirk, huh? I'll tolerate you because cats are my favourite animal, -but only because of that."

That was a complement in your eyes, at least. He likes you! And he acknowledges your quirk!!

As of right now, you're halfway through your training and you've gotten pretty close to your mentor, though you've told him nothing of your dream to meet him, or of how much his mentoring really means to you. You both regularly chat and you pride yourself on even having made him laugh on some occasions, though he has absolutely no clue how much you admire and crush on him, and he never will.

At least, that's what you think.

In reality, Shouta Aizawa is a much smarter man than you give him credit for, and he could tell from the get-go that you were crushing on him, and hard. He had grown a soft spot for you in the time you've gotten to train and work together, and he had grown to love those twitchy, fluffy little ears of yours, and he wanted to pet your tail so direly, because this man is just an absolute sucker for cats.

He could also tell you had some rather substantial daddy issues too, from your aversion to part from him and your inferiority and abandonment issues, along with your constant need for validation. He found it very, very amusing that you thought he couldn't tell.

As you sit down with him in the faculty room, alone, you have to physically restrain your tail from patting happily against the sofa, your eyes, pupils as wide as the iris itself, avoid making contact with those of your hero.

He chuckles at your shyness despite that fact that it's been almost half a year now since you've met, and the two of you, along with the entire class, have been through thick and thin together and bonded like superglue.

Why were you so shaky around him all the time?

He sits with his legs crossed, an arm slung over the back of your couch and behind you, making you almost quiver as you keep averting his gaze out of sheer embarrassment at this point. He had grown to truly respect you and your accomplishments, knowing about your past with providing free therapy for kids.

That was one specific thing that caused his respect for you to increase dramatically when he first heard about it though, especially since it hit so close to home. His students have been though so much already that most rookie, full-time heroes haven't had to deal with yet, but somehow none of them classified for therapy? Or could even get it at a reasonable price? It was a longstanding struggle that Aizawa had fought long and hard against for his kids, yet he didn't have the power to do anything more for them until you came along. And you did it for free?!

He knew that he wouldn't have much trouble getting along with you at least, since your moral standpoints seemed to allign quite nicely.

He turned out to be right, although somehow no amount of psychology training could help you resolve your own issues, apparently.

"Why are you so tense all the time? 's not like I'm about to drag you to the nearest dark alley and threaten you for spare change. You need to relax"

All he receives in response is a shaky nod, and that's when he gets fed up, taking your chin in his hand and tilting your head towards him, forcing you to make eye contact with him. Your pupils are blown wide with love and adoration, much like that of a real cat, and your left ear twitches slightly, prompting him to pet it as he leans in to press a peck to your lips.

You freeze. It was like you had been struck with Todoroki's ice, because you could only sit in shock as your long time crush kissed you. He's just so dreamy and hot, and you can't stop your cheeks from going bright red again.

"I-... I-... S-so..."

"Let's date."

You nearly faint.

You can't help but ask if you're dreaming, and this only ilicits a low chuckle from the dark haired man which has your knees and heart weak, and as you look back at him and take the sight in fully, your little heart skips a beat. You must be the luckiest guy in the world right now.

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