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notsosweetchan · 2 months

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˚ʚ♡ɞ Making The Boy Mine ˚ʚ♡ɞ

Warning: Smut

Paring: | Hyunjin x Reader |

They were both aware that what they were doing was wrong. Hyunjin was already seeing someone, but their relationship wasn't serious. As for Y/N, she wasn't involved with anyone at the moment. Y/N's eyes fluttered shut as Hyunjin's tongue danced against hers, her heart racing.

This was wrong, but she couldn't help herself; the desire between them was too strong. His hands roamed down her back, gently tracing the contours of her spine before cupping her ass and pulling her body closer to his.

She moaned into the kiss, feeling his hardness pressing against her stomach. He broke away from their kiss, his forehead leaning against hers as they caught their breath.

"I shouldn't be doing this," he muttered, voice rough and low.” It’s not fair to her, but I can't stop thinking about you."

Y/N looked into his dark chocolate-brown eyes, her own reflecting the same turmoil. "I know," she whispered. "But I can't stop either."

Without another word, they both surrendered to their desires as Hyunjin scooped her up, carrying her over to the couch. He laid her down gently, their lips crashing together once more as he began to unbutton her blouse.

Her hands were just as frantic, tugging at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against hers. As they rid themselves of their clothes, they exchanged heated glances, the air between them thick with lust and anticipation. Hyunjin's lips trailed down her neck, leaving a path of fire in their wake as his fingers moved to unclasp her bra.

He teased her breasts, flicking his tongue around her hardened nipples, eliciting moans from the depths of Y/N's throat she didn't know she was capable of making. His touches were slow and feather-like but firm enough to drive her wild. She arched her back, craving more of his touch.

"Hyun-ah," she moaned, running her fingers through his soft black hair.

He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. "Tell me you want this, Y/N," he said, his voice a husky whisper in her ear.Tell me you're sure."

"I'm sure," she breathed, her voice shaking slightly. "I want this. I want you."

That was all the encouragement he needed as he descended between her thighs, his tongue dancing over her already sensitive clit. Y/N arched her back further, her nails digging into the couch cushions as pleasure coursed through her body.

Hyunjin knew just how to touch her, making every nerve ending in her body sing with ecstasy. He curled his fingers inside her, his tongue and fingers working in sync to bring her pleasure she had only ever dreamt of.

"God,Hyunjin," she moaned, her toes curling. "Don't stop."

He didn't listen to her pleas, however; in fact, he seemed to take it as a challenge to tease her even more. He slowed down his motions, sending her over the edge of insanity. "Hyunjin, please!" she whimpered, begging for release.

Suddenly, he stopped and looked up at her with a mischievous grin. "Not yet," he said, leaving a trail of kisses up her stomach before positioning himself between her legs.

Y/N whimpered in frustration but soon forgot everything else as he entered her slowly, filling her completely.

"You feel so good," he groaned, his eyes locked on hers as he began to move inside her, picking up speed with each thrust.

Y/N's nails dug into his back as he angled his hips to hit that spot deep inside that made her see stars. So lost in the pleasurer they didn’t hear his phone ring , vibrating on the coffee table. The sound of voice message started to play “ Hey Hyunjin I know it’s late but I was wondering if you wanted to go on date tomorrow night.”

Either of them didn’t even notice the voice continuing “I know it’s short notice but I really want to see you again and I thought maybe we could try that new sushi place you were telling me about...”

This spurred Hyunjin on even more, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he picked up the pace. Y/N's moans drowned out the rest of the message, her entire world narrowing down to him and the way he felt inside her.

Hyunjin thrust into her, his hips pistoning as he took her breath away with each powerful stroke. They were both lost in the heat of the moment, their shared secret desire consuming them both. Y/N's hair tickled his chest as her head tilted back, eyes closed tightly as she arched her back to meet his movements.

He bit his lips to stifle a moan as he felt her tight heat squeeze around him, loving the way she felt underneath him. Her warmth enveloped him, drawing him even further into this forbidden encounter.

His hand found hers on the couch and laced their fingers together, his breath coming out in ragged gasps. Their skin was slick with sweat from the passionate movement, bodies moving in perfect unison despite the guilt that still lingered between them.

He leaned down again to capture her lips in a fiery kiss, his tongue invading her mouth as they wrestled together in a heated dance. The taste of each other filled his senses, and he could feel her wet heat against his shaft as she lifted her hips to meet him once more.

She could hear the sound of their ragged breathing mixing together, the smell of their sweat and arousal filling the room.

It only fueled their desire for each other, making it hard for either of them to think about stopping or pulling away. They were lost in this haze of lust and longing, pushing aside any thoughts of what could or should happen next.

As they moved together faster and faster, Y/N wrapped her legs around Hyunjin's waist, pulling him deeper into her core. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as she tried to hold onto this feeling for as long as possible – it was addictive and consuming all at once.

Hyunjin's hand found its way between her legs, his thumb brushing against her clit as he continued to thrust inside her. The pressure was building within her core, and she knew she wouldn't last much longer.

"Hyunjin," she moaned, her voice unrecognizable even to her own ears. "I...I can't...oh, god..."

That was all it took for Hyunjin to pick up the pace even more, his hips slamming into hers with a renewed fervor. He couldn't help but moan into her neck as he felt himself getting closer too, his entire body tense with the effort of holding back.

"Cum with me," he panted against her ear before they both gave in to the overwhelming pleasure.

Y/N's world exploded around her as she climaxed, her body tensing up and arching off the couch. Hyunjin followed closely behind, gripping her hips tightly as he came inside her.

They lay there, panting for air, their chests heaving in unison as they tried to catch their breath.

Finally, Hyunjin pulled away, collapsing beside her on the couch.

They both lay there, trying to regain any semblance of composure. It was only then Y/N spoke up “ Are you going to call her back?” she asked softly not looking at him.

Hyunjin placed a hand on her thigh, guiding her to look at him “No, I’m to addicted to you and I don’t think I could ever want anyone else but you” he said stroking her cheek gently.

Y/N's heart raced in her chest as she met his eyes. She knew that this boy was hers.

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siribaes · 3 months

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FEELIN’ IT

KOFI SIRIBOE X blackfem!reader

SUGGESTED TUNES 💿: Drank In My Cup by Kirko Bangz, Drunk in Love by Beyoncé, Refill by Elle Varner

WARNING: 18+, SMUT, Henny D*ck from Kofi lol, praise kink, semi-rough s*x, unprotected pinv (wrap it up kids)

AUTHOR’S NOTE: beware of typos & mistakes lol, and this one is for my petite girlies (*cough* self-insert) / GIF CREDIT: @tishrivers

Low rumbles of movement awoke Y/N from her sleep. Y/N stirred for a moment as the movements continued, shifting slight in her spot. She cracked one eye room, immediately welcomed by the pitch blackness of the room except the silver of neon light from a side table clock.

2:16 AM.

He’s home.

Y/N yawned as she sat up from her bed. Stretching her arms and legs she flipped the blanket off her, getting up from the bed. Y/N softly padded out of the bedroom and downstairs to the source of the noise.

She could see a shadow stretch from the kitchen and into the hallway. Smiling slightly to herself, Y/N tip toed her way to the kitchen. Her smile grew wider as she saw the culprit behind the noise.

He stood with the fridge partially open, the light illuminating his beautiful angular features. His brows were furrowed, as his coca-cola brown, yet borderline blood shot red eyes scanned the shelves of the refrigerator. Y/N chuckled softly at his expression while he had spoon held in his mouth. Y/N’s eyes traveled to the island where a large bowl filled with ice cream sat. Immediately she knew what he was searching for.

“Kofi,” Y/N spoke aloud. Immediately Kofi turned to her, taking the spoon out of his mouth. A slow syrupy smile grew from his lips.

“Yeah?”

“Bottom left drawer.”

It took a second for the information to sink in, for Kofi in his buzzed haze. It did though, Kofi’s eyes lit up, his smile grew even wider, as he turned back to the fridge. He bent down opening the drawer and pulling out a brown bottle of chocolate sauce.

“You the G.O.A.T., baby,” he murmured as he closed the fridge.

Y/N walked to the island, watching Kofi pour a generous amount of chocolate sauce onto his ice cream. He took a huge spoonful and shoved into his mouth. A groan erupted from him, a dangerous one that should’ve not sent tingles through Y/N body, but did anyway. He had that effect on her always.

“It’s good?” Y/N asked. She lifted herself up and sat on the island counter next to Kofi. She caught huge whiff of the Hennessey he must've been sipping on from earlier on.

“I fucks with this Vegan ice cream heavy,” Kofi proclaimed, pointing his spoon at the bowl.

He took another spoonful as his gaze dipped towards Y/N’s bare legs, it fully registering her sleep attire, a huge Destiny’s Child band t-shirt and short shorts. His eyes traveled back upwards to Y/N’s gaze, a bit more heated than previously.

“You taste better tho,”

“Kofi, don’t start,” Y/N chuckled, playfully swatting his arm. He jokingly cowered and continued to devour his dessert. “How was the club? Y’all have fun?”

He nodded slowly, setting the spoon to the side, and scratched at his beard.

“Yeah. Good vibes. Good music too...Tre was in better spirits since the split," Kofi mused, his eyes slightly danced as he absentmindedly scratched at his beard. He turned towards Y/N peering down at her. Large, calloused hands found themselves at the soft flesh of her legs, the pads of his thumbs rubbed on the tops of her thighs. A warmth bloomed underneath Y/N's skin, while butterflies flew around in her stomach, and dampness pooled in her panties. "You should've been there with me."

A soft moan threatened to escape Y/N's lips, she choked it back before she spoke.

"M-Me? Be responsible for interrupting boys' night, I dunno about that, baby."

Kofi tipped his head to the side, a sly grin bloomed across his lips. A flicker of mischief appeared in his eyes. He stopped rubbing at Y/N's thighs and instead gave them gentle squeeze. Y/N whimpered slightly, causing Kofi's grin to grow even more.

"Maybe it was a good thing, I was bricked up thinkin' about you, anyway," Y/N's eyes slowly trail down, seeing the large print behind his black jeans. Kofi palmed himself and groaned. "You gon' help me, pretty girl."

Y/N nodded quickly, immediately bringing Kofi down to her, crashing her lips against his. Initially, a kiss that was heated and messy, turned slow, and passionate. Kofi's tongue swirled around in her mouth, she tastes the sweetness of the vanilla ice cream and chocolate, with the slight bitterness from the Hennessey. He kissed her so softly and sweetly, that it put Y/N a daze. It was all mere distraction, as Kofi slid his right hand down her shorts curling two fingers inside of Y/N.

"Kofi," Y/N whimpered as Kofi's fingers began to slowly pump in and out of her. "Fuck, baby!"

Kofi peppered kisses on the side of her face, nibbling on the outer shell of her ear.

"I feel you tightin' up, let me see ya pretty ass cum, baby," Kofi drawled, his LA-New Orleans accent slipping through, spurred Y/N even more.

The pleasure began to pulse through her as she felt herself clenching around Kofi's thick fingers.

"I'm-I'm gonna cum baby, fuck!" Y/N mewled.

"Let go, baby. I gotchu," Kofi rasps.

Her orgasm pooled out of her, flooding Kofi's fingers. He thrusted his fingers a few more times before he pulled his fingers out of her. Y/N slightly pouted at the lost of Kofi's touch. He chuckled softly before he sucked on his two fingers, swirling his pink tongue around them.

"Turn around for me," Y/N happily obliged, she quickly discarded her shorts and panties, flinging them to the side. She turned and faced the counter. Y/N stood on her tippy toes, excitement rushed through her as she heard the sounds of Kofi undoing his pants. Y/N almost crumbled as Kofi's rubbed the head of his dick between her soft, wet folds.

"Don't play, Kofi. I need you," Y/N whined, attempting to draw him further inside of her.

Kofi's hand came crashing down on Y/N's ass, it echoed throughout the kitchen. She yelped, slapping her own hands against the marble counter.

"Relax, Y/N" Kofi groaned has he continued to rub himself in her folds. "So fuckin' hard-headed, gimme a minute baby,"

"Sorry, "Y/N moaned quietly.

After a few more seconds of teasing, Y/N's prayers were answered as Kofi finally plunged into her warmth, completely bottoming out before he began to drill into her.

“You feel too good baby," He's deep inside now, with his large hands gripping at Y/N's waist, Kofi continues to grind his dick into her, with rough, sloppy strokes. "Fuck you so tight, all this shit for me?"

Y/N could feel herself gushing at just the tone of his voice. A sweetness managed to cut through all of the hoarseness and lust. It always drove her crazy when he did shit like that. The familiar thrumming of her orgasm, hurdled towards the surface, she squeezed and tightened around him. Kofi moaned at Y/N gripping him.

"You close?" Kofi asked, already knowing the answer to his question.

"Yes baby, I'm gonna," Y/N's orgasm shot through her before she could finish. She whined and moaned as Kofi continued to fuck her through it.

"You still with me pretty girl?" Kofi rasped in her ear.

“Mhmmm, Kofi, shit!” Y/N babbled, her mind only zeroed in the pleasure between her legs. It was too much trying to keep with Kofi too.

Kofi grabbed a fistful Y/N’s coils bringing her upwards, not all the way, but far enough that she couldn’t use the counter to support herself.

“I said, you still with me pretty girl, hm?”

Y/N nodded. A sharp slap on her ass caused her to whine, a small punishment for not responding. Whether he liked to admit or not, Kofi was a words kinda guy. He loved to hear how he made you feel, even if it was garble of incoherent nonsense, he needed to know that you were there with him, present for it all. Still, the words choked on her tongue. Another slap, harder than the last, had Y/N squirming underneath Kofi. Another slap was soon to follow, but Y/N responded before he could.

“Yessss, baby I’m with you! Fuck meeee!"

"Fuck, I'm about to nut. You gon' take this shit like a good girl, huh?"

"I will baby, fuck, give it to me please!"

Kofi went into overdrive, fucking Y/N wildly. She felt him swell inside of her. His bulbous hammered at her spot, sending her into throws of pleasure, so much so she felt tears prickle in her eyes.

"You so pretty takin' me, fuck I'm cumin'," Kofi groaned as he spilled inside of Y/N. They both shook and moaned together, as Kofi slowly fucked his cum inside of her. He slowly slipped out of her, his breath on Y/N's sweat-slicked skin. Kofi tapped his finger Y/N's waist, signaling her to face him. She turned around only to be greeted by his glistening, cum-dripped, shaft. It was still hard.

"I wanna see that pretty ass face when I cum inside you," He proclaimed, slipping right back inside Y/N, ready for round 2.

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lillsisamarshmallow · 8 months

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Roommates? (5)

Chapter Summary: Y/n speaks with the Sugar glider hybrid before leaving the alley and going to her own home, the next day while leaving lunch with her friend’s Y/n notices it starts to rain, remembering her homeless injured friends, Y/n races to help them, but what will she do?

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Warnings: Homelessness, Mention of Injuries, Mention of Blood, Implied Potential Illness/sickness. Let me know if I missed any!

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The sound of movement slightly stirred me in my rest, it was hard to be completely asleep in the alley, uncomfortable, traffic, nerves. Low grunts filled my ears as I felt a heavy object shifting across my lap.

"Don't move."

I commanded to the injured man who had woken, opening my eyes slightly I saw it was getting dark, the sun almost gone, shadows merging into darkness, glancing around I could see everyone stayed where they were, slight snores and heavy breathing filled the otherwise quiet area besides the slow flow of traffic from the ends of the alley way.

My hand snapped to grab a hold of his wrist, firmly but soft as to not scare him, he had rotated to where he was slightly facing my stomach, he looked up at me eyes slightly lidded. "Don't get up. You need to rest."

Hearing my words, he seemed to understand a bit more, relaxing back down. But before he could get comfortable, I lifted his head slightly off my lap scooching out from under him, I reached for a makeshift pillow I had spotted, using it to replace my lap under his head. He looked at me, his brown eyes shimmering in the low light before slowly closing them, locking his with my own one last time.

Sighing, I tried standing up only to fall back down on the ground, my legs had gone numb from Namjoon laying on them for so long. I tried again, but still ended up back on the ground, grunting, I looked up noticing a broad hand reaching out to me, without looking at the owner I reached for it pulling myself up with their help, leaning against them until the blood started circulating back in my legs, and I found my balance.

Being able to steady myself, I slightly pulled away looking up at the person, it was the sugar glider hybrid, his kind chocolate eye stared into mine, the moonlight illuminating his face, his slightly washed-out purple hair falling perfectly over his eyes, he looked ethereal in the moonshine.

I gave him a polite smile before looking down to dust some dirt from my legs, dried blood soaked into my clothes and cracked on along my thighs, it looks like I just committed a murder. Sighing, realizing that I'll have to throw out these clothes, I looked up at the man who clearly hadn't taken his eyes off me.

"How are you feeling?" He finally spoke.

"Eh, tired mostly, and my legs hurt" I whined kicking my legs about. "I should really get going though, it's getting late."

The man hummed at my response before turning away towards the entrance. "I'll walk you back. I don't want you to get in any trouble with someone, no good people use these alleys at night. Besides, Jimin would kill me if you didn't get home safe."

Smiling I caught up to the man who was a few feet ahead of me, walking side by side we made our ways through the alleys and back to my shop, making small talk on the way.

Arriving at the shop I unlocked the door, stepping in, the man seemed to loom behind not knowing what to do, I turned to him, giving him an inviting smile telling him to come inside. He hesitantly stepped inside looking around as he did, scanning the room, I walked over to the freezer we had, rummaging through it trying to find what was looking for.

Gabbing them out I held up a few ice packs varying in sizes placing them on the bench before washing my hand in the sink trying to get off as much of the dried blood as I could. Drying my hands, I pulled on the paper towel until there were a few squares piled up, I put the squares with the ice packs to wrap them with.

"Sorry, I never caught your name." I said sheepishly.

"Seokjin."

"Would you like some tea and biscuits, Seokjin?"

It was Sunday, me and Seoyeon had the day off, so we decided to go out for lunch with some friends, the forecast had said it was going to rain but most of the time it’s wrong and the sun was shining, so we ignored it.

We were at a café not too far from our own, Jisoo and Jeongyeon joined us today, we had spent the morning doing some shopping and now we were just catching up and having lunch. Jisoo and Jeongyeon were filling us in on all that happened on their recent business trip to Paris.

"-she spat the soup out. In the restaurant!"

"You hit me with your baguette!"

"Yeah, well that's what happens when you can't follow the maps."

"It's not my fault it's in French! I don't speak French." Jeongyeon defended, they were both bickering back and forth making me and Seoyeon bust out laughing, struggling to keep it in.

"...It was pictures..."

The rest of their arguing got drowned out by hysterical laughter from us all, when we all settled back down and flowed back into the regular conversation, the girls asked how the café was going, which we responded to letting them know it was going well, I brought up Jimin but left out the rest of what happened. I had mentioned Jimin to the girls before, so they knew who he was, they never had much of a problem with him, for which I was thankful.

Finishing lunch, we began to walk down the street to where our cars were, Jeongyeon and Seoyeon had come together, and Jisoo had a friend picking her up. Walking up to my car I unlocked the door, waving and saying a last goodbye to my friends.

"Bye! Drive safe!" I heard Jeongyeon yell as I slid into my seat, giving her a smile before closing my door, starting up the car, and pulling out of the parking spot. The muffled sound of the radio and the steady vibrations from the engine filled the car eliminating the silence.

Humming along to the song playing I started making my way home, driving through the city I noticed most of the small stands on the sides of the roads were packing up and the streets were seemingly empty compared to the usually busy area.

That's weird, it's still early.

Failing to notice that through our lunch heavy rain clouds had started filling the sky, I was brought to realization by the small dots quickly covering my front windscreen making it harder to see the road in front of me.

We haven't had rain for a while.

Flicking on the windscreen wipers to clear the window, I kept driving coming up to some traffic lights before it settled in.

The pack!

Panic sending through my body, I quickly turned the car into another lane before speeding up at the green light trying to get to the alley as quick as possible, second by second the rain was getting heavier, by now I could hear it hitting the roof of the car and the road was wet.

Thankfully, the streets weren't too busy so it was easy to get to the alley, going around corners probably a bit faster that I should, trying to get to them before the rain got too bad. Knowing where the alleys are I tried to make it to one of the closer entrances, but I wasn't sure exactly which streets they came out to.

Slamming on the break and shoving the car in park to where I thought an alternate entrance may have been, I jumped out of my car grabbing my emergency umbrella on the way. I raced into the alley, the puddles of water splashing under my shoes. I held the umbrella over my head as I faced the first turn, a few more turns later I saw an awfully familiar place, rushing forwards I recognized the alley to my right, the one that lead back to my shop and the one ahead of me lead to them.

Breaking past the invisible barrier that declared their territory I looked around, the couch had been flipped upside-down along with the chair, the mattresses were all leaning on the wall leaving small pockets that were somewhat sheltered from the rain.

"Jimin!"

A head of wet blond hair peaked out from the upturned chair, brown eyes looking at mine, I ran over to him wrapping an arm round him bringing him closer to me and under the umbrella that I held. Knowing who it was, I saw some of the others poking their heads out of the up turned furniture but staying under enough as to not get wet.

"Y/N? What are you doing here? You need to get out of the rain." Jimin spoke pulling back slightly to look at me.

"So do you guys." I said back to him spotting Jungkook peeping out from the same chair Jimin emerged from. Taking a deep breath, preparing myself for what I was going to say next, it had been on my mind for a bit, and this was the tumbling point causing the next words to spill from my mouth.

"Y/n we-"

"Come and stay with me."

The alley went silent at my words, blocking out the rain and slight traffic you could've heard a pin drop, gulping down my anxiety, I kept talking. "You guys can't stay in the rain, you'll get sick, and your wounds won't heal. Please, come stay with me, you're all welcome."

Jimin stared at me, looking deep into my eyes at what I had said, searching for this all to be a lie, fake, a dream. Movement drew my eyes away from his looking over at the mattress where Seokjin had come from, his broad shoulders and tall frame looming over me, then Namjoon came out besides him. I hadn't been able to come back and tend to his wounds and I could see the bandage needed changing, everyone's probably needed changing by now.

"Don't give us false hope." Namjoon scoffed glaring daggers at me, but I could see the sliver of hope in his features.

"I'm not." I said sternly looking around. "All of you are welcome. Please, I don't want you guys getting sick from the rain. My car is just around the corner, even if it's just for tonight and I bring you all back tomorrow."

The rain seemed to be getting heavier soaking myself and Jimin despite our umbrella covering us.

There's no way they can stay here.

Seokjin’s eyes caught mine as he spoke, stepping closer. "Are you sure Y/n?"

"I am, I couldn't live with myself if I left you guys out here and you all got sick." I said looking into his eyes, I silence passed us before he nodded and looked away, I turn to Jimin giving him a confirming look before I heard a voice behind us.

"Pack up guys, we'll stay with Y/n until the rain stops."

Seokjin gave me one last questioning look to which I sent him a look verifying my decision before he turned away to get something. At his words everyone seemed to emerge from their areas and started walking around hastily grabbing things, small trinkets, and belongings.

It didn't take long before we were all standing around waiting for the next course of action, looking over everyone they still seemed hesitant, but they all were holding a few small items that seemed to be of importance. Looking over at Seokjin I nodded my head to which he returned before my gaze switched to Jimin, I gave him a small smile which he returned with an uneasy one, I started walking through the alley telling the pack where my car was and to follow me.

"Um, Y/n?"

I turned to my left but kept walking to face Jungkook who was in line with me, his voice was slightly distorted from both his shivering and the heavy rain, I gave him a questioning look asking his to continue.

"Will there be enough room for us in your car?"

Jungkook question came just in time as we rounded the corner to see my car parked on the side of the road right ahead of us, seeing the car seemed to answer his questions, I had gotten a new car a few months ago, one with a lot of room and seats since I often go on road trips with Seoyeon, Jisoo and Jeongyeon, and they don't pack lite.

Speeding up trying to get to the car faster as to keep us out of the rain, I pressed my keys unlocking the car before running to the back and opening the boot, pulling the door it swung sideways, opening the back, I pushed down one on the seats so the boys could climb over.

I turned to them, and they were all just waiting patiently looking at me, the back seats are smaller than the others so the shortest members would be in the back, that being Jimin, Hoseok and the cat hybrid.

They still didn't move after I looked over to them, so I spoke.

"C'mon, get in. Shortest in the back."

Making hand gestures for them to hurry up they seemed to get the hint as the shortest came forward getting into the back of the car. Jimin was last and he gave me a quick smile before jumping in, I clicked the seat back in place before turning to the others.

"Who's going in the front with me?"

They seemed to look between themselves before Seokjin turn to me.

"I will-"

"I'll go in the front."

I turned to look at Namjoon who cut Seokjin off, the rain was getting worse, and I didn't want to stay out here much longer to not get sick and to get out of the wet. Not wanting to argue, I agreed opening the middle doors before rounding the car and getting into the driver’s seat.

Wiping my face, I could hear the boys shuffling into their seats and slight whispers, the rain was getting really bad now and I couldn't see too far ahead of the car. I looked to my side as I felt the car move and heard the door open, Namjoon hauled himself into the car besides me in the passenger seat, his hair was wet and dripping more water into his lap, my eyes travelled down to his bandages, they were dirty and covered in blood and definitely needed a change. My eyes kept traveling down seeing his bare stomach just below his bandages, wet and covered water droplets from his hair, I quickly looked away realizing I was staring,

I pulled down mirror looking into the back. "Is everyone okay?" I saw a few nods and heard low hums. "Right, well let's go then."

I started up the car realizing I had left the aircon on before changing it to heating, I pulled out of the park and started driving away and towards my apartment. The car had fallen into an uncomfortable silence during the drive, I tried to ease the tension.

"You need your bandages changed."

I stated, not looking at Namjoon but he knew it was directed at him.

"No, I don't, they'll be fine."

"I'll change them when we get there."

I kept my eyes on the road not looking at his, I could feel his eyes glaring into my side after I spoke. Thankfully, he didn't seem like he was going to try and object, he's stubborn but he's not so stupid to not get them changed.

"Where abouts do you live Y/n?" A voice from the back spoke up.

Looking in my rearview mirror saw Jungkook looking back at me, figuring he asked the question I answered.

"I live in an apartment complex not far out from the city."

At hearing my words everyone seemed to tense, and the tension from before was back.

What's wrong? - Oh!

"Don't worry, hybrids are technically allowed."

The tension seemed to ease a bit as we kept driving through the rain to my apartment, occasionally Jungkook would ask question and I could hear them chattering and whispering quietly in the back.

Thankfully my apartment had covered parking so we wouldn't get rained on again, the drive wasn't too long, about 30mins. Pulling into the parking space I turned off the car jumping out and heading to the back and opening the boot again, Jimin moved so the chair could go down before they all piled out.

Once everyone was out, I lead them through the lobby and to the elevator pressing the 16th floor watching the button light up, we were pretty jammed in, eight people, and they were all tall. On the way in we got a few odd looks from staff which changed into fake polite smiles when they realized I had noticed them.

The elevator chimed and the doors opened, stepping out I made my way right making sure all the boys were following me, I had to keep counting to make sure we were all here as I didn't want to lose anyone in the large building. We went down a few doors before we made it to mine, taking out my keys I unlocked the door looking behind me at all the boys before pushing in the door and walking through the thresh hold.

Jimin was the first to follow me in hesitantly followed by the others, turning the corner from the hallway the room opened to the main areas, I placed my bag on to the kitchen bench, thankfully it wasn't too wet, before making my way to the laundry pile grabbing some towels for me and the boys.

Jimin and Jungkook were looking around in awe while the others seemed nervous. "Here." I handed out towels to everyone and put the spares on the bench letting them know they could have them if needed, I gave a quick tour pointing out the basics before collapsing on the couch and closing my eyes, exhausted.

Peeking through my eyes I saw them all looking at me curiously, realizing they wanted permission to sit down I sat up patting the couch besides me.

"Come sit down please."

At my words they all started moving over towards me on the couch, I scooted over a bit to make of the best of the space we had, everyone found a place on the couch or chairs around it, Jimin sat one side of me and Jungkook on the other. Eventually the room had fallen into a comfortable silence, some of the guys drifting off from exhaustion and the comfort of the couch, I would have fallen asleep too if it weren't for my phone.

Jimin was leaning on my shoulder and Jungkook's head was resting on my lap, I was scrolling through social media before I received a weather notification, clicking on it I started reading. The weather app said that the rain would most likely continue for the rest of the week, as a storm was approaching, and the weather would start getting worse in the next day or so.

Well crap...

Slowing moving Jungkook off my lap and repositioning Jimin, I stood up making my way over to my room, if a storm were approaching, I'd have to do some shopping now before it got much worse, I didn't have time for a shower. Taking off my wet clothes I slipped on a hoodie and some shorts, quickly doing my hair in a way that it wouldn’t get in my way.

Walking over to the kitchen counter, I grabbed out my keys stuffing them into my hoodie before turning around. Jimin was standing behind me. "Where are you going?" He asked rubbing his eye, I gave him a small smile spotting Jungkook slowly waking up behind him.

"Ah well, I need to go shopping because there's a storm rolling in." I explained catching Jungkook's attention who was now making his way over to us. "You guys can come if you'd like. I need to buy food, so it would be nice if I could buy somethings, you guys like, we could also get you guys some new clothes while were there." I smiled back at them both.

They seemed a bit unsure at first but ultimately agreed, I gave them both one of my hoodies to get them out of their wet clothes before we headed out.

We had finished doing the groceries the boys letting me know what types of foods they all liked so I could make them meals they’d like, we also picked up some extra bathroom supplies before we headed to the clothing store. Walking in I instructed the boys to find some clothes for themselves and everyone else while I headed to the linen area, having eight people at home, I knew I didn't have enough blankets or even clean towels.

I picked up a few large towels before looking for some blankets, I picked out a few doonas and covers before grabbing some fluffy blankets, I only had two beds at home so we would have to set up the couch for the other boys. By now I had 2 shopping trolleys which was proving quite hard to steer so I was very happy when Jungkook had made his way over to me, muttering a small 'Thank you' I continued getting bedding supplies before meeting back up with Jimin who had gotten enough clothes that I cloud barely see his face behind the large pile. He dropped them into Jungkook's trolley which had all the items from this store, they both gave me a look at seeing how much the trolley was filled but I quickly shot that down with my own look, we had this conversation when getting groceries, they could get whatever they want, when they leave, they can either keep it or I’ll find something to do with it.

"Got everything?" I asked them, looking at the trolley. "Enough clothes for you all?"

"Yep, enough for everyone."

Nodding in approval we went up to the counter and started pulling the clothes up on to it as the lady behind the counter started scanning it all, it didn't take too long before we were heading out the store, asking the boys if there was anything else they needed, we decided all the shopping was done and start heading home.

Arriving at the building we got all the bags out of the car, Jungkook and Jimin took most of them leaving me with just one in each hand.

Walking through the lobby again, the boys behind me, over at the reception I saw Yeonjun who gave me a nice smile and a wave which I returned before turning into the elevator with the boys, Yeonjun was one of the workers here whom I'd gotten to know along with some others.

The elevator dinged as we reach my level the doors opening to see an elderly lady along with another worker, we exited the elevator heading towards my apartment. Grabbing the keys out putting them in the lock turning the door and pushing it open, what was waiting on the other side worried me.

"What the heck?"

A/n: They moved in! I know these first five chapter might be moving a bit fast, but it’ll slow down now. Sorry for the late update, I add extra work today. I love leaving dialogue cliff hangers it adds so much to me, and I can start the next chapter at a sure-fire point too. Also, if it’s feeling a bit Jimin, Jungkook and Namjoon based at the moment, don’t worry! It’s just to get the story started and I plan to give each member their own moments and time with Y/n. If you enjoyed this chapter and are enjoying this series, please like, reblog, maybe leave a reply or even follow if you feel like it, it is much appreciated, I hope you all have a lovely day & Thankyou all for reading! 💜

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viaoverthemoon · 9 months

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Can I request some relationship fluff with vendetta Leon. It's just been so long when I have read some good fluff with that man. For some reason people rarely wanna make fluff fanfic for him🥲. So I request you please🙏. It's all upto you what on what scenario you want. Also don't feel pressured to write this. I just really love all your stuff so🥰🥰❤❤❤

Aww this is so cute 💕Thank you for requesting, my love!

Vendetta!Leon Kennedy x GN!Reader

Summary: On a rare lazy rain day, you can't help but think of a few memories ; You and Leon relax on a lazy day and make another memory.

Content: Husband Leon, just a whole lotta fluff on a rainy day!

Enjoy!

Memories

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The moment you woke up this morning and the heavy sound of rain from outside the house had flooded your ears, you knew today would be a lazy day.

And turning to see your husband still in bed next to you only made you happier.

You were reluctant to get out of the bed, but your bladder had other plans. You look over your shoulder at Leon, curled around you with his arms around your waist and fast asleep.

You turn in his arms and move his brown bangs from his eyes, caressing his cheeks and admiring his beauty.

This man, who has been through so much life-threatening trauma physically and mentally, somehow manages to look like a child in his sleep. Well, aside from the light stubble along his jaw.

You think back to the first day you'd met.

He'd spotted you in a coffee shop and approached you with a flirtatious smile.

His pickup lines were so bad, and you honestly tried so hard not to laugh. Although those efforts went right out the window when he went to lean on a wall and knocked over a nearby coat rack. He'd scrambled to pick it up and apologized to the shop owner before turning back to you with flushed cheeks.

How could you reject him after that?

Oh, and then there's when he'd proposed!

He asked you to marry him at a park. But before he could pull the small velvet box out, a child appeared out of nowhere and ran over the back of his leg with a bike.

The mother was mortified and apologized profusely. Leon assured her it was alright (even though he limped for the rest of the day) before returning to you.

Only when he reached for the ring again, the box was gone!

The two of you along with Chris, Carlos, Claire, Jill, and Rebecca, spent all afternoon looking for the ring. But it wasn't there.

Leon was devastated. He looked on the verge of tears as he quietly apologized. But you'd told him it was fine, and a ring is only a ring. You don't need one to ask someone to marry you.

So, he pulled himself together, got down on one knee, and proposed to you without a ring.

Of course, you said yes.

Oh, and the box was on his motorcycle the whole time.

These memories are ones you hold closest to your heart. There's good, and there's bad. There're even moments of in-between.

But the moments of the two of you are forever.

So, you always make the most of what you get.

"Why're you staring at me?"

You blink away the memories and stare into his bright blue eyes.

"No reason..." You shrug and kiss his forehead. "I just love you."

His grip on your waist tightens and he smirks. "I love you too, (y/n)."

He goes to nuzzle into your neck, but you laugh and push him away. "Leon- I have to pee!"

"No."

"If I pee in this bed, you're cleaning it up."

This makes him pause before letting you go.

You laugh and slip from the bed to handle your business as he groans and flops around on the mattress.

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The smell of hot chocolate and vanilla candles wraps around you delicately, like a blanket.

You both sit, you curled against Leon and his arm around you, as the tv plays old cartoons.

"I like making memories with you."

Your words take him by surprise. "Yeah? Well, I like making memories with you too."

You hum and lay your head on his shoulder, fiddling with the rim of your mug.

"We'll keep making memories together, right?"

Leon kisses the crown of your head before laying his head there. "We'll keep making memories for as long as we live."

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This is kinda short, sorry!

I like the idea of Leon just being a silly old man when he's not working. He just needs a break :(

I hope you liked it! Lemme know what y'all think!

-Via 💕

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the-kr8tor · 7 days

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Ok I loveee dad hobie, and hear me out. Since the twins admire hobie so much. I want to request hobie finding the twins wearing his clothes after a long day of crime fighting

Thank You!!!

Yayy billie and mona request!! Thank you muah 😘❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, Dad! Hobie, Mom! Reader, Billie and Ramona AU, Twin AU, CW food mentions, FLUFF.

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Hobie comes home to the most adorable sight. Billie cuddles close to you on the couch, her chubby cheek squished atop your chest, nose scrunched up that's oh so similar to the face you make when you're annoyed. Your arms are around both girls, the light from the telly lighting up his girls' faces. Ramona has her thumb in her mouth, baby teeth peeking out, eyes wide at the screen playing what he presumes as cartoons based on the sounds. But what melts the fatigue off his bones is what his girls are wearing.

Billie wears her dad's black and red jumper, the sleeves are too long for her, adding to the cuteness of it all. The shaggy jumper is so big on her that it looks like a dress, a very Hobie-like dress, a dress that he remembers you getting him for his birthday.

His heart melts further when he flicks his eyes over to his other girl, Mona is wearing Hobie's old band shirt. It's a regular black shirt with the fading print that looks well worn by both you and him. The sleeves are too long on Mona's, making it look like a long sleeved dress on her toddler body. It's the same shirt that he and Ned spent all night designing and silk printing for everyone in the band, and that includes you, his number one fan.

You who's currently wearing his checkered pajamas, you wear it well. Eyes roaming to your top, he recognizes it as his old favourite. He guesses his little family misses him a lot by how you also wear one of his jumpers. With Hobie just staring at it brings him nostalgia, back when you and him were still pining for each other, back when all the tentative touches were full of hidden affection. Back when he thought the scene in front of him is just a dream that his lovesick mind concocted.

The room smells like buttered popcorn, the evidence of it is left on the coffee table. The girls' sippy cups lay next to it half empty, your own mug still steaming, letting out puffs of chocolate scented air. He guesses you forgot to drink your drink again, too occupied with Billie and Mona's needs.

Before he could cross the space to get to where his girls are huddled together on the settee, you call his name softly, equally tired eyes staring at him with deep rooted fondness that has his knees weak and palms sweaty. Hobie feels like he's back in time, where he's the one wearing the loose jumper you're currently wearing.

“Hi, handsome.” Your soft smile brings him back to the present. His girls perk up, finally noticing their dad standing like a stick figure next to the window. Eyes roaming his form, you check for injuries. You can finally breathe when you spot none. “Come join us—?”

“Daddy!” The twins scream excitedly at the same time. They both wiggle out of your hold, tiny feet running across to embrace his legs. One leg each per girl.

“How was the music?” Mona asks in her three year old vocabulary. The girls still haven't realized that their father is Spider-Man, it's not their fault when you and Hobie omitted to tell them until they can understand it. “Fun?”

“Uncle Neddy?” Billie tugs Hobie's vest, big brown eyes staring with anticipation.

“Uncle Ned went home already, bub, sorry.” He uses both hands to pat each girl on their heads.

Billie frowns slightly, but her mood is quickly changed when Hobie reaches for his girls to lift them up in his arms. You worry that he's too tired to carry them but his grin says otherwise.

“And the music was nice, mon mon.” He noses Mona's forget gently, she giggles in his arms, tiny hands curling around his hair.

“That's good, daddy.” She says while fighting a yawn.

“Did you all miss me that much, huh? Wearing my entire wardrobe to bed?” Hobie addresses you who's standing a few feet away from him with a smile and arms crossed over your chest to prevent yourself from adding your weight in the little cuddle pile. “What are you doin' so far from us, lovie? Come here,” you shake your head jokingly. “Don't make me come over there.”

“Or what?” You playfully rile him up.

“I can't say it, I have little ears with me.” Hobie winks and you guffaw, the sound rising above the beeps of the telly.

“Fine.” You surrender, arms already raised to embrace your family.

The twins giggle as you squeeze the three of them. You feel their tiny hands grasping your (Hobie's) jumper. Head placed on the crook of His neck, you place a sly peck on his skin that has him almost dropping his babies.

“Careful with that, it's like live ammunition to me y’know.” Chuckling, he leans further in your touch. “Why are you all wearing my clothes anyway?”

“We missed you.” You lean a bit to look at Hobie's face. His eyebrow is raised, eyes telling you— ‘really?’ “Fine, I forgot to do laundry.”

“Thank you for your honesty.” He kisses your forehead with a wet smack and you laugh. “You look mighty fit by the way.”

“Just say I make your clothes look better on me.”

“Anything looks better when you have b—”

“Do not!” You poke his side, earning a loud laugh from him. You can practically feel the fatigue lifting off of him, so you cuddle closer, the girls copy you, their faces smooshed in between you and their dad.

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vixensajntz · 6 months

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domsuccubusellie x subchubbyblackfemreader.eating it from back(r receiving).missionary.hickeys later mentioned.choking.kinda 'rough'sex.reader is a stripper.a descriptive fic(hopefully).long fic.pintrest links mentioned like always.somnophilla(sorta).n-word is mentioned.ellies name isn't mentioned.

COME ON,JUST A FEW MORE

coming back home after being out all day having a self care day for yourself.It was much needed since all niggas wanna do is play with your time for the last time!Deciding to go to the mall,get a manicure and pedicure,going out to lunch to your fav restaurant.Spending loads of money,but who cares cause you will make it up again tomorrow night when you get on that pole once again.

taking a nap,deciding to get in the shower after, to get ready to chill in bed for the rest of the night.smelling like vanilla and coconut all over your body.wearing your comfy pjs.your fresh new install wrapped up in a grey silk scarf with your baby blue wrap up bonnet.having your fuzzy long socks on during the chilly night.your ordered wingstop earlier within the night.your house being quiet only being able to hear your movie playing echoing throughout the house.you in your black silk sheets with your freshly shaven legs rubbing together because the feeling is amazing.your bare face having all your nightly products blended in sinkin into your clear beautiful sun kissed skin.you still had this feeling that someone was watching you within the darkness of your room with only the led lights on showing the red along the walls.the closet being slightly open but still so dark.u wanna get up and close it but you throw it off.slowly starting to fall asleep until u feel someone infront of your face.looking infront of you facing a face of beauty,the jade glimmering eyes lookin back into your chocolate brown ones,the freckles spread along her face,her full pink lips glistening just a little bit,her perfect shaped nose looking oh so rideable.you werent scared.you were confused.you think this is all a dream but too assure you its not.

the harmonious moans filled the atmosphere within the room.your face shoved into the bed.ass up in the air.your onsie pulled to the side showing your pretty fat pussy to her.her tounge licking up between those lips over and over again tasting that sweet but tangy essence on her tastbuds.the taste so addicting.she just cant get enough.fuckks and shitss flowing out your mouth the way she sucks on that clit so perfectly like nobody has ever done.you sound so perfect.that feeling in your stomach building up and you cant stop it.'ouu shiit imma cumm'you said with a moan.'cum all in my mouth baby,give me that shit.'she said.those words set you off in such a good way.the release on your tounge the more you shake your ass on her face.riding her tounge.the release finally jumps off the edge.the tingles spreading thru your body making you shake.your eyes rolling back into your head.her lapping up all the creamy essence with her skilled tounge.making sure to clean her dinner plate up.

flipped over onto your back.your titties getting released into the cold atmosphere.your nipples hardening due to the air and how aroused you are.her mouth latching on and suckling them just right.them getting released with a pop.'you want this dick hmm mama?'she said unbuckling her black jeans.'yeah i want your dick all up in dis pussy.'you said spreading your wet pussy lips to her.she pulls out her clear purple strap.slapping it and rubbing it all on your pussy.making you whimper the way its sliding over your clit over and over again.she slowly slides the tip in.then slams into you taking your breath away.angling her hips into you everytime to hit that spongey spot inside of you.holding her black shirt into her mouth lowly groaning.taking her left hand around your neck squeezing lightly to get that dizzy state to fill in your mind.she goes harder fucking you deep in the bed even more.her pace speeding up.youre moaning so loudly and you cant stop.you can tell its having a affect on her too.her eyebrows furrowed staring at the way her dick goes in and out of your sweet pussy.you stare down too.more of your essence flowing down the strap.'yeahh look at the pretty pussy creamin'she said with a muffled hum.she feels her release coming faster than she would like.the strap rubbing her pearly pink puffy clit just right.she starting to let out these small whimpers.her wetness covering the back of the strap.your wetness starting to drip on the bed creating a dark spot on the colored sheets.her thighs are wet too with both of your essences dripping and colliding together.your release starting to climb its way to the tip of your tounge.'fuh-fuck imma cum soon shiiitt'you said with a gasp.her pace keeping the same.she takes her thumb and suckles it in her mouth making her its wet.taking it down to your pearly clit begging for attention.rubbing figure eight motions on your clit over and over again.'i-im cumming oh fuck im cumming'you said with a loud guttural moan.'yeah cum on this dick'she said knowing the pit of her stomach is gonna explode.your gasping for air.your mouth open in a silent scream.your thighs shaking.scratching her hips with your nails.making her wince.everything sending her over the edge.the most loud guttural groan coming within her.her hips stuttering.her eyes rolling back.she almost cant hold herself up anymore.both of your euphorias spreading thru your bodies.

waking up the next day wondering why you still feel so exhausted and wondering why you are filled with hickies.maybe it wasnt all a dream.

©yeagerzprettyblnt 2023$!dont steal,plagiarize my shit,steal themes,or repost my works anywhere else without askqing.if you do you will have conquences.

tagging} @br4tphobia @hqkalon +others.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams the last of us #ellie smut #tlou ellie #ellie x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams #ellie x fem reader #ellie x y/n #ellie tlou #ellie x you #ellie x black!reader #ellie x blk!reader #tlou smut

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diazsdimples · 1 month

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Several Sentence Sunday

Tagged for Inspiration Saturday by @jesuisici33 @hippolotamus @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @disasterbuckdiaz @cal-daisies-and-briars and @daffi-990, please take this as your Sunday tag. Yesterday I was busy being insane over 7x01 so didn't have time to write but managed to smash a bit more of Single Dads out when I got home from Delivery Suite today! Please enjoy a section of my version of Dosed

Buck figures out something’s gone wrong when he starts to hear the pollen. The truck sways as it banks a corner and Buck tips sideways into Eddie, feeling like his body and time are moving through thick molasses, everything shiny and floaty. He looks at Eddie and man, he really is beautiful. His lashes sparkle and his eyes are shining pools of hazel brown chocolate. Buck swears he can see Eddie’s eyes ripple every time they blink. It’s like he’s floating on a cloud as he walks into the building, his legs barely moving but still he moves forward. He dimly wonders if his feet have been replaced with wheels. The world comes grinding to a halt when he sees the first beauty queen. She’s tiny, barely coming up to his hip, but looks like an adult and Buck’s brain kind of short circuits as he stops abruptly and stares at her with his mouth open. Eddie’s next to him with a dopey smile on his face and Buck very vaguely registers Chim hurrying off in another direction with his gear. He knows he should probably follow but he can’t, rooted to the spot with fascination for these tiny women. Not even the call of “Hey Diaz, Buckley, let’s go!” can unstick him. Buck slowly turns to Eddie. “Did these beauty queens shrink, or are we suddenly giants?” Eddie’s eye bug out and he takes a step backwards, inhaling sharply. “They’re like your beauty queens!” he exclaims as Buck watches Athena handcuff a lady. That’s confusing, why does Eddie think he has beauty queens? The only tiny people he has at home are his daughters. And boy are they miniscule. Buck wonders with a thrill of fear if they’ve been shrunk too! He should ask Hen to check them out when they get back, he doesn’t want shrunk daughters. That would be bad. Buck turns to Eddie and grasps his arm. Wow. Eddie’s muscular. Buck would like to sink his teeth into those biceps. “Do you think they shrunk Lily and Carrie too? Or Christopher?” he asks urgently. He’s gotta know. They’d have to take them to the paediatrician, or something. “I think that’s possible,” Eddie nods seriously. Buck doesn’t like that one bit. He stares at the ceiling instead, watching as weird lines of silver and gold shimmer around the eaves, leaving Eddie to bemusedly survey the tiny ladies. Athena ushers another tiny beauty queen, complete with her full-grown adult companion, across the room, letting another police officer take them as she comes to a halt in front of him and Eddie.

tagging @theotherbuckley @watchyourbuck @thewolvesof1998 @puppyboybuckley @bucksbackwardcap @fortheloveofbuddie @spotsandsocks @aroeddiediaz @steadfastsaturnsrings @wikiangela @buckbuckgoose @exhuastedpigeon @cal-daisies-and-briars @wildlife4life @slightlyobsessedwitheverything @evanbegins @rainbow-nerdss @kitteneddiediaz @elvensorceress @epicbuddieficrecs @smilingbuckley @actuallyitsellie @spagheddiediaz

#single dads au #this is is going to be a turning point in their relationship #sort of #what sorts of things can two high dads get up to?#we shall see #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 abc #911 fanfic #buddie fic

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electronicwitchcollection · 7 months

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Aizen smut

crikey (never used the word crikey in my life, but hey, maybe it was all part of Aizens plan) Aizen is a difficult man to write for! This is my first, and probably my last Aizen one shot 😂 it took me WEEKS to write this and I still hate it

Aizen

Prompt : "sorry... I didn't mean to call you that"

"don't come until I tell you too"

You had stayed behind after office hours to help your Captain catch up on his paperwork. You had overheard the conversation between Captain Aizen and Lieutenant Hinamori as he sent her home early, clearly struggling with what appeared to be a particularly bad flu. Lieutenant Hinamori's sniffly protests were quickly silenced by Captain Aizens deep and sultry tone, promising that he could manage one late night without her help.

"I can help you Captain". Your voice unexpectedly joined the room, as your own eyes widened in surprise

you hadn't ment to say that out loud

Captain Aizens eyes fell on you, seemingly searching into your very soul, for what, you couldn't place. Slowly they caressed your body, starting at your legs, travelling slowly up every curve until they stopped to stare into your eyes

"L/N-chan". He had smiled sweetly at you, soft brown eyes enhanced by square glasses freezing you to the spot as a chill ran through you "are you sure you have nothing better to do with your evening?"

You watched captivated as his tongue swept out, barely noticeable, to run across his bottom lip. His smile was small, kind. His eyes however, were intense and focused, watching you intently as you tried to grasp hold of yourself

"I don't mind, sir. I've not got anything planned for tonight"

That was a lie. You had planned to go to the shopping district to find yourself a new book, having finished your last one. Suddenly the prospect of a new book seemed unimportant now that you had the chance to spend some one on one time with the Captain that had captivated your most secret of fantasies.

You could feel your cheeks begin to warm and silently prayed that you weren't glowing a brilliant red. Captain Aizen watched you for a moment more before turning to his Lieutenant, unassuming smile back on his handsome face

"now head home, Hinamori-chan. Get yourself better" he laid a large hand on her shoulder, squeezing it momentarily as she gazed up at him adoringly, a familiar look that you often catch on your own face when seeing your Captain

That's how you ended up seated at a large, dark wooden desk opposite your Captain in the otherwise empty work barracks. The sun had long since set, it was a cloudy night and without the shine of the moon, Captain Aizen had lit some candles to illuminate the space.

The scratching of quills on paper, the distant wind and the small crackle of the flames were all that could be heard in the office. Your heart beat heavily in your chest as your eyes left the paperwork for the numerous time that evening to catch a glimpse of the Captain bathed in candle light.

One large hand laid flat on his desk as he easily wrote his report. His strong jaw was cast in shadow as his head tilted down. You watched transfixed as his hand left the desk to push his glasses back up his nose to a more comfortable position and your mouth went dry

From the first time you had seen Captain Aizen, guest lecturing at the academy you had been infatuated with him. Tall, powerful frame. His kind, deep chocolate eyes framed by dark rimmed glasses. His dark, devil may care hair, falling softly on his face. There wasn't much you didn't find attractive about him.

When he had began his lecture, a shiver went down your spine at the deep sultry tone. You began to fantasise about him, touching you, whispering dirtily into your ear. The fantasies only grew more intense when you joined his division and got to see him every day

You had wondered how he would be in bed. If he would be sweet and loving, taking care of your every need as he held you close. You had even wondered if he had any other.. more interesting kinks

I wonder if he likes being called daddy?

You almost snorted at the thought, thinking such things in work.

"YN chan?" Captain Aizens voice pulled you from your day dreaming, only to realise you had been staring at him the entire time. He had a small smile playing on his lips as he raised an amused eyebrow. "Do you feel well?"

"yes! Sorry, I got lost in thought" you babbled quickly, embarrassed at being caught staring

"thank goodness. I had worried you had caught what Hinamori is suffering through." His smile widened as he put down his quill to clasps his hands together on the desk"your cheeks are becoming awfully red"

You screamed internally. Cursing how easily you became embarrassed and how obvious it showed on your pale skin

"No sir" you said quietly, averting your eyes "just got distracted"

"understandable, it's become quite late." His voice sounded lower, gruffer. "It's nearly midnight"

Your head snapped up at that. Midnight?! How long have I been staring?! You thought mortified

"thank you for your help, YN chan, but perhaps it's time for you to head home to bed"

"I don't mind finishing" you offered weakly, glancing at the still unfinished paperwork sat between you. Aizen shook his head gently, picking his quill back up

"Im afraid I must insist. I cannot be responsible for keeping you up all night" he said distracted, concentrating on his work once more

I actually wouldn't mind you keeping me up all night. The intrusive thought brought a flush to your face. Standing abruptly, you bowed low to your Captain. "Thank you, daddy"

Your eyes widened significantly as the word tumbled out of your mouth. Staring at the wooden floor below you, you prayed frantically

Please say that didn't happen. Please don't let him have heard me

The sound of the quill hitting the desk was deafening. As you straightened up you saw Captain Aizen staring at you, a mixture of amusement and shock over his handsome features. There was something else, deep in his eyes that you couldn't make out

"im sorry" you stutter out quickly, barely above a whisper "I didn't mean to call you that"

Bowing again quickly, you turned on your heel and made your way to the office door as quick as you could without running. You felt humiliated, angrily cursing yourself for not thinking before you spoke

"YN" your Captains gravely voice stopped you as your trembling fingers brushed the brass door handle. You stopped, closing your eyes dreading what would happen next "take a seat"

Unable to refuse the command of a Captain, you turned to walk slowly back to your previous seat, eyes firmly fixed to the floor. Just as your hand began to pull your chair back, he spoke again

"not there" the sound of a chair being dragged against the floor "here"

Your eyes snapped up, wide and confused. He tapped his thigh twice, indicating where he wanted you to sit. "Now, YN" he spoke softly, but the command got you moving. Your legs started to shake as you walked around the desk, breathing heavily through your nose.

Aizen turned in his seat as you approached, watching you intently. You came to a stop in front of him, body trembling with nerves and a little excitement. Aizen swiped his hand above his lap, a welcoming gesture offering the space

"Captain Aizen.. I." You started, painfully awkward. Were you really expected to sit on his lap? Surly this was some kind of joke, the moment you sit down he would surly laugh at you.

"do not make me repeat myself for a third time" he said in a clipped manor, eyes flashing dangerously. You turned immediately, lowering yourself gently to perch on his lap, trying to keep most of your weight supported on your two feet tip toeing on the floor. Staring straight ahead, you waited with held breath as you gripped the cloth on your thighs tightly with both hands

"good girl" Aizen muttered near your ear as he push your hair to fall over one shoulder, his breath ghosted over your ear making you squirm expectantly. Large hands settled on your waist, gripping them firmly and halting your movements

"stay still" Aizen growled lowly into your ear. Your breath hitched as you fought the urge to push your thighs together,desperately wanting some friction. His grip on your hips pulled you further onto his lap as his lips began leaving teasing kisses down your neck. Gasping at the sensation your eyes closed automatically to savour the feeling.

"do you want me to take care of you?" You heard Aizen utter as he pulled the neckline of your top over, kissing the shoulder he created access too. Your lust filled brain wanted nothing more than that

"yes" you breath as you tilted your head to the side to expose more skin

"yes, what?" He asked you, pulling back and denying you his touch

"yes..please?" The whine in your voice evident to your own ears

"try again" Aizens cold voice sounded out demandingly

You turn to look at him over your shoulder, unsure of what he was wanting. His usual warm brown eyes were hardened, staring at you expectantly. Apology about to fall from your lips was silenced as his hand came up to cup your flushed cheek, his thumb ran across your bottom lip

"who are you addressing, YN?"

"yes..Daddy"

"good girl" he praised you, using his thumb to pull down your lower lip and watching it spring back into place. "Stand"

You raise to your feet quickly, heart beating rapidly in your chest. Not daring to turn around, You could feel Aizen stand behind you, hear the sound of his chair being pushed away to the side. You jumped at the feel of a large hand caress over the swell of your clothed ass, a small squeak leaving your lips. The hand traveled to your hip, following the contour down to your thigh. A burning trail left in the wake of the inquisitive palm.

The hand left you and you let out a shaky breath. The shuffling of papers had your head tilting to the side, you watched as the Captain cleared room on his desk before removing his glasses and placing them in the draw. The snap of the wooden draw closing had you jolting back round, staring ahead obediently. You heard Aizens soft footsteps before you saw him, slowly he stalked around you, eyes fixated on your body like a predator ready to pounce on their willing prey.

With the glasses removed, Aizens face seemed more defined. The sharp lines of his jaw and cheekbones more pronounced, flickering candles casting sinister shadows over his face. The usual fall of his hair was slicked back, a rouge strand falling over his intense eyes. You swallowed thickly at the sight

He stood before you, intently studying your form, arms crossed over his chest, Aizen propped a thumb under his chin, finger ghosting over his own lips deep in thought. Your cheeks reddened Under his scrutiny.

"Remove your clothing" removing his glasses seemed to have changed his whole persona, not only does he now look angular and dominating, even his voice had taken on a darker tone. You're unable to tear away your gaze from his powerful eye contact, slowly your limbs move to do as commanded. Your arms felt heavy, uncoordinated as you fumble with your sash.

Fingers felt numb as you tried to loosen the knot. Aizen watched as you struggled, seemingly enjoying the effect he was having on you. Mercifully the knot loosened, allowing you to pull it free and loosening the wrap of your Black Kosode. You peeled it from your rapidly heating body, dropping it to the floor.

Aizens eyes raked over the exposed skin, studying the swell of your breasts sat perkily in your black lacy bra. You could feel as your nipples hardened under his hungry look, brushing against the course netting of your bra. You hooked your fingers into the waist band of your Hakama, shimmying it over your full hips to fall in a pool at your feet. Aizen offered you a large hand to step out from the fabric. Your hand trembled in his own, strong hand. Stepping free, you kicked off your tabi and waraji, Aizen dropped your hand to fall back at your side

You we're thankful you had decided to wear matching underwear this morning as his eyes fixated at the juncture between your thighs. The small Material became damp, sticking uncomfortably to your skin. Your thighs squeezed together in an attempt to ease the need you felt between your legs, earning for friction. Your skin prickled as goosebumps erupted at the slight chill in the room.

Aizen stalked forward, circling you slowly. You felt him stop behind you, his breath ghosted over your hair sending a shiver down your spine. You felt his fingers brush against your bra strap, running his finger along the edge. Your eyes closed as you felt him undo the clasp, felt the relief from your breasts escaping their prison. Slowly he pushed a strap down your arm, stroking the skin as he went before doing the same to the other side. Your bra followed the rest of your attire, left forgotten on the floor.

Stood only in your panties you felt a flush of embarrassment flow through you, every imperfection laid bare for your Captain to whiteness. Seconds stretched out painfully in silence though you couldn't find the strength to turn around. Something landing heavily at your side startled you. You peeked down to see your Captains white coat on the floor with your belongings.

The rest of his uniform quickly followed, excitement filled you when the last item hit the floor. The subject of your infatuation was stood behind you naked. Saliva increased in volume in your mouth, literally salivating at the idea.

"Turn" the single command broke the silence. You obey eagerly, turning to see the gloriously naked form of Sousuke Aizen, leaning on the side of his desk, hips jutted out invitingly. Your eyes dropped down to his arousal, thick and swollen with need. The phallic looked smooth and heavy, it twitched excitedly at your intensive look.

"kneel" your eyes snapped back up to meet his own, a perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised expectantly at your hesitation. "Now, YN"

You hurriedly took a step forward before dropping to your knees. Eye level with his hardened length, musky masculine smell reached your nose. Your tongue darted out to moisten your dry lips.

"open". You willing opened your mouth, forming the perfect O. Aizen inched closer to you, rubbing the bulbous head across your bottom lip teasingly. A drop of precum stained your lips, your tongue darted out to taste the moisture. Subtly salty, it made your mouth water. Aizen pushed into your willing mouth, cock gliding over your tongue. You felt the silky skin with your tongue, tentatively tasting his length.

Aizen sucked in a harsh breath above you, hips bucking his length further into your mouth. Taking it as a sign to continue you pull him further into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and sucking gently. Aizen smoothed down your hair, pulling it away from your face to hold loosely behind your head in a make shift ponytail. You set the pace, sucking on his cock softly, massaging the length liberally with your tongue. Your head pulled back at a tortuous pace, swirling your wet appendage around the leaking head.

Aizen endured your pace, strong thighs spread in front of you, twitching deliciously during a slow drag of your mouth. Your hands reached out to hold the powerful muscles, raking your nails over his taut skin. Wet slurps mingled with quiet the grunts that managed to escape his control.

The grip on your hair tightened unexpectedly, Aizens feet spread, planting securely on the floor were the only warning you had before Aizen took control. Pushing your head onto his cock as he thrusted forward, Aizen fucked your mouth with the soul purpose of pleasing himself. Breathing heavily through your nose, you try to relax your jaw, giving him free reign to use your mouth.

A quick snap of his hips had you gagging loudly, his erection hitting the back of your throat harshly. Aizen groaned at the noise, eagerly pushing himself further into your throat. Your nails dug into his thighs, clawing at something to hold. "You can take it" his words pulled your eyes upwards, locking into his own. Nearly black with lust he watched you intently as he pushed himself into your mouth to the hilt and holding himself there.

The head of his cock squeezed its way to the back of your throat, making it difficult to breath. Fighting back a threatening gag, you fight the panic of the loss of air, willing yourself to relax. Aizen kept you in place with a firm grip on your hair, the strands tugging painfully at your scalp. The lack of oxygen was becoming to much, your eyes watered at the burn, a tear pulled from your lashes, trailing wetly down your cheek.

Struggling in his grasp, you tried pulling yourself from the intrusive length in your throat. Swallowing thickly around the mass, your throat contrasted in the effort to remove the invading rod. You clawed at Aizens thighs, desperately looking into his cold gaze, begging for release. Just when you thought Aizen wouldn't hear your pleas he pulled back, removing himself from your mouth entirely. You gasped harshly, air rushing back into your burning lungs. Aizen watched as you coughed and spluttered at his feet, hand loosening in your hair to resume petting you gently.

"Beautiful" he murmured, his other hand cupped your cheek, thumb wiping away the tears that had escaped. He allowed you a moment to collect yourself, soothingly stroking your hair. Breathing turning back to normal, you let out a shaky breath.

Aizens hand on your hair trailed down to your neck, caressed over your shoulder and down to your elbow. Guiding you to your feet, legs trembling, fighting to hold you up right. When you trusted your legs to hold your weight, you looked up into your Captains face. A slight up turn of his lips, too cold to be a real smile is what you saw

"You choking on my cock was a magnificent sight". He praised you, leaning down to kiss you chastely, pulling away too soon for your liking. You let Aizen guide you back to the desk, hand securely holding your elbow. He manoeuvred you to the desk where he was previously sitting, standing close behind you. You felt Aizen push your hair to one side, allowing him access to your neck. Firm hands planted themselves on your shoulders, slowly gliding down your arms to your hands, muttering into your neck "hold the edge of the desk, don't let go" as he bent you over, placing your hands on the opposite side with a squeeze.

You felt exposed, bent naked over his large desk, ass in the air. You felt his hands trails back up your arms as he straightened, caressing your back down to the swell of your ass that he squeezed liberally. Breasts were pressed into the smooth wood of the desk, head hung down to press your forehead to the cool surface. Your breath came out in short pants, heating the little space between your mouth and chest.

Aizen hooked his fingers into your panties, dragging them over your ass and down your thighs, letting them pool around your feet. His hands roamed over your ass, admiring the view. Your head snapped back with a guttural moan as Aizen slammed into you unexpectedly. Thick cock stretching you painfully as he filled you completely. He grabbed hold of your sharply hips, fingers digging into the supple flesh hard enough to leave bruises. The slow drag of his length had you feeling every exquisite inch of the velvety flesh as he pulled from you, to snap back in unforgivingly.

The loud slaps of skin on skin broke through the sill calmness of the empty Baracks, echoing sinfully around the room. Your eyes shut in agonising pleasure as he thrust into you lethally, setting a punishing pace. Your lower stomach rippled and contorted, rapidly building up the tension ready to snap into deleterious ecstasy.

Aizen pulled you onto him with every thrust, filling you to the brim. Your knuckles whitened on the desk you clung to desperately, fighting the pull of Aizen pulling you onto his cock. You moaned loudly, pleasure shooting through your abused core. A hand reached out to fist your hair, pulling your head back harshly. Your neck strained against the angle as you keened softly.

"don't cum until I tell you too" Aizens strained voice commanded you, keeping hold of the air of Authority he had been portraying. Your dripping pussy clenched at his words, aching to find release. A whine left your lips, hips slamming into the hard edge of the desk supporting your body. You felt ready to explode, tittering on the edge, an orgasm ready to rip through you.

You clenched your teeth in concentration, striving off your impending release. Aizens hips bounced off your ass with his rapid thrusting, slapping increasing in volume. Pleasure overwhelming, the need to let go was becoming unbearable . Tears pricked in your eyes "Please" you almost sobbed the word.

"not yet" He told you, releasing your hair to grab one of your legs, pulling it up to rest your knee on the desk before joining his other hand bruising your hip. "Wait until I tell you"

You cried out at his frenzied thrusting, abusing your gspot with practiced accuracy. The new angle had him reaching impossibility deeper. Lewd wet noises penetrated through your desperate haze had you cringing . The sloppy sounds of your sex,evidence of the pleasure you were feeling. Aizens thrusts became erratic, loosing the rhythm in his gear attempt to ascend into bliss.

"now, YN " he growled behind you, slamming into you with a final blow. Warmth filled you as he released, the thick substance coating your spasming walls, leaking out to drip down onto the polish desk. You screamed silently, mouth hanging open as euphoria washed over you. Endorphins rushed through your body, vision blurring momentarily as your spent pussy milked the last few drops from your captains softening cock.

Your body went limp, death grip on the desk loosening as you laid boneless, shallowly panting. You groaned as Aizen pulled himself from you entirely, cold empty feeling replacing the full warmth, his ejaculate cooling uncomfortably on your thighs. You heard the movement around you, mind too foggy to place the sounds.

The wooden roll of a desk draw opening had you blinking away the pull of sleep enticing you. Tenderly you tried to get your arms under you, peeling your sweat soaked skin off the polished wood. Aizen appeared in your vision, redressed in his uniform. He had his glasses back on his nose, hair messily about his face. The hardened look disappeared, replaced with the comforting kindness you had associated with the Captain

He tenderly stroked your hair, pushing the messed up strands over your ear "you did wonderfully, thank you for your assistance this evening, YN chan" He straightened to his full height, looming over you for a moment before walking to the door, calling softly over his shoulder "get yourself home, YN. "

You watch dumbfounded as he left the office without a backwards glance. The silence in the room was deafening, cool chill became bitingly cold as the feeling of being utterly used swallowed you. You pushed yourself to stand on trembling legs, numbly gathering your clothes and redressing automatically. The difference in the captain was startling. As though two different men inhabited the same body, you struggled to wrap your mind around the contrast between them

Just who was Sousuke Aizen?

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michelleleewise · 1 year

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A Walk in the Park

Pairing: Avenger Loki x female reader

Warnings: none....I don't think.....just a bunch of fluff.....soft loki (cause he's my bb)..🥰💚

Summary: a walk in the park brings an unexpected encounter.

A/n-inspired by a brilliant idea by @lovealltimelow! Thank you for sharing this with me!! 😁💚

You made your way through the streets of New York, the hustle and bustle making you anxious. Everyone was always in such a hurry to get nowhere making you shake your head. You walked up the steps of the brownstone, pulling your keys out you opened the door wiping your feet as you walked in. "Archie! Come here boy it's time for walkies!" You called out into the empty house hearing the unmistakable sound of paws on smooth hardwood when the ball of brown fury bounded towards you. "Archie!" You said sinking to your knees as he lept at you, licking every inch of your face he could reach "ok ok, I'm happy to see you too." You laughed standing back up.

"Where's your ball?" You asked as he ran back down the hall, returning tennis ball in mouth panting "ok, let's get going." You smiled grabbing his leash you hooked it to his collar opening the door as he bolted out. Walking down the street to the park you couldn't help laugh as Archie practically vibrated with excitement. Your apartment didn't allow pets so you were ecstatic when your friend asked if you wanted to dog walk for her. How could you possibly say no to those big chocolate brown eyes as he looked up at you. So everyday you went to the park, with his favorite tennis ball of course to run the boundless energy out of him.

His tail wagged incessantly as soon as you hit grass, every few minutes tugging his leash to hurry you along to his favorite spot "I'm coming sheesh." You laughed jogging up the trail to the small wooded area he claimed as his. You looked around as you went, the trees growing new leaves with the spring and the smell of fresh cut grass filling your lungs making your sigh in content, this was your favorite part of the city. Making your way through a small clearing you saw couples hand in hand, laying on blankets in the sun and you couldn't help frown coming up on a man down on one knee, the woman he was with squealing as he held a small box out...a stark reminder that in a city of millions you were alone.

A sharp bark from your furry companion brought you back to reality, smiling seeing you were at the treeline. You leaned down to unhook the leash, Archie bouncing up and down with excitement as he dropped the ball at your feet. "Ok boy, are you ready?" You asked grabbing the ball as he spun in circles watching you. "Ok....get it!" You yelled throwing it as hard as you could past the trees watching him bolt as fast as his little legs could carry him, returning a few minutes later ball and tongue hanging out of his mouth. "That was quick, let's try again." You said walking further in winding up you looked down seeing him watching you in anticipation as you threw it again lunging yourself forward as the small brown torpedo took off when you heard a voice up ahead.

"Oow! What the..." a deep voice sounded through the trees. Quickly making your way through to the small clearing you saw a tall man rubbing the back of his head. "Oh my God I'm so sorry! I didn't know anyone was over here." You said rushing over to him seeing he had Archie's ball in his hand when he turned around. Time seemed to freeze as your eyes met the greenest one you had ever seen, the long dark curls cascading down to his shoulders had an other world shine to them as they swayed in the wind, his jawline looked as if it was chisled from marble rivaling any Michelangelo...he was beautiful. "Excuse me...madam?" The deep voice snapping you out of your trance. Shaking your head you looked into his eyes again "may I ask what is the meaning of the assault on my person?" He snapped holding the ball in his hand out.

"Oh! Well um you see he was...and I was...and then you were..." you tried to explain, your brain short circuiting waving your hands in the air "so this beast is yours?" He asked sternly making you stop "yes.. well no he's not mine I walk him for a friend." You said quietly looking down at Archie who was now sitting at the man's feet watching his hand intently. "Why is it looking at me like that?" He asked pointing at Archie. "Huh? Oh! He wants you to throw the ball." You said slowly walking towards him "and why would I do that?" He asked looking back up at you one eyebrow raised "b...because he goes and gets it, it's like a game." You said smiling "I don't think i understand." The man said as you stepped up in front of him craning your neck realizing how tall he actually was "um...let me..." you trailed off reaching out gently grabbing the ball from his outstretched hand, your fingers touching his sending sparks through your fingers.

"Ok Archie, are you ready?" You asked seeing him jump to his feet you reached your arm back throwing it hard as he took off after it. "And what does this accomplish?" The man asked watching Archie bolt after the ball "nothing really, he just likes it." You smiled up at him seeing him furrow his eyebrows as Archie ran back towards you "im y/n by the way." You said holding your hand out watching him stare at it. Your anxiety began to rise the longer he stood still, about to pull your hand back when he slowly reached his large hand out engulphing yours "Loki." He said simply, his eyes meeting yours again. "Loki? Like...THE loki...Avenger Loki?" You asked, your voice raising a few octaves seeing the corner of his lip curl up "yes, that would be correct." He said with a small laugh.

"Oh my god...i thought you looked...oh god your an Avenger and I hit you in the head with a tennis ball!" You said loudly as embarrassment flooded through you "it is quite alright, you did not see me." He said smiling again making his face light up "i am so sorry...I..." you trailed off staring at him "as I said, no harm done but I am going to need that back." He said laughing again...God you could listen to that laugh forever "what..." you started, looking down seeing you were still holding his hand. "Aah sorry." You whispered quickly letting go. "Do you bring your little beast here often?" He asked making you laugh. "Yes, I bring Archie here everyday, how about you? I haven't seen you here before." You said leaning down picking up the ball "i...no I have not been here before." He said looking out across the clearing "I have not been able to until now." He said clearing his throat. "Oh, I'm sure being an Avenger your pretty busy." You smiled throwing the ball again. "You could say that." He said avoiding looking at you when you heard his phone beep.

You couldn't help stare from the corner of your eye as he pulled it form his pocket, his baby blue button up straining with the flexing of his arms making your face heat up "I'm afraid I must be going." He said placing it back in his pocket "oh...ok." you smiled fidgeting with your fingers seeing him hold his hand out to you "it was a pleasure meeting you." He said when you placed your hand in his, turning it he brought it to his mouth pressing his lips to the back of it, his cold breath fanning your skin giving you goosebumps "me too...I mean you...i...hehehe." you giggled nervously seeing him smile wide "until we meet again." He bowed slightly releasing your hand "and you too little beast." He said patting the top of Archie's head as he barked before turning and walking towards the treeline. "Bye Loki, be careful." You yelled louder then intended feeling your cheeks heat as he turned waving before disappearing between the trees.

You looked down at Archie releasing the breath you were holding "you just gonna sit there and let me make a fool of myself?" You laughed as be barked at you "ok, let's get you home I need to go die of embarrassment." You laughed hooking the leash to his collar. You opened the door of the brownstone when your friend came in front the kitchen "oh y/n, you back early." Val said leaning down petting Archie "yeah well, I need to go crawl in a hole." You laughed unhooking the leash "why? What happened?" She asked leaning on the doorway "oh I just met the most gorgeous man in the city and made a complete idiot of myself no big deal." You laughed "I'm sure it wasn't that bad." She laughed with you "he said it was nice meeting me and I said me too....and then this weird giggle came out of me...he probably thinks I'm a creep." You said hearing her laugh.

"well maybe you'll see him again and make up for it with your charm and wit." She said waving her hand "yeah sure...I'll see you later." You laughed opening the door. You made your way home wondering if you would ever see Loki again, the city was massive and what were the chances of running into him not once but twice. You sighed shaking your head hoping wherever he was he was safe.

You wandered up the isle quickly putting the returned books away in their designated spots, hoping to get done as soon as possible so you could go pick up Archie for your daily walk when you heard the small bell above the door. "Oh thank god." You sighed hearing your relief come in. Setting the last book on the shelf you walked towards the front desk but no one was there. "Huh...I swore..." you trailed off going behind the counter grabbing your purse and keys when you heard a familiar voice "pardon me madam, I had a question." The deep timbered voice said sending a chill down your spine.

You stood up, your eyes meeting those deep green one's again seeing him smile "well hello y/n, this is a pleasant surprise." He said leaning on the counter "h...hi...hello...loki." You stuttered hearing him laugh "do you work here?" He asked looking around at the endless shelves of books. "Yeah, it's kind of a part time thing." You smiled looking down "ah I see, as well as the little beast?" He asked making you laugh loudly, quickly covering your mouth you looked up at him "y...yes, I walk him too." You said quietly. "So you are planning to return to the park today?" He asked, his smile fading into something else "um, yes. When Susan gets here I was gonna go get him." You said. Biting your lip you mustered all the courage you had "would you...um if you want...you don't have to but..." you stuttered meeting his eyes again "yes, I would love to join you" he smiled making your cheeks heat up.

As soon as Susan arrived you grabbed your things and headed out, Loki following close behind. "You know...it's crazy." You said laughing as you walked down the sidewalk "what is?" He asked looking at you "well, I had never seen you before, well not in person anyways." You said smiling "and In the course of a week I see you twice!" You said a little too loudly hearing him laugh "well, I guess you could say I don't get out much." He said putting his hands in the pockets of his black dress pants, looking up seeing he chose a deep green button up today, sleeves rolled to his elbows your eyes traced the thick veins running along his forearms when you heard him clear his throat, your eyes shooting to his "sorry..." you whispered quickly averting your eyes.

You picked up Archie who seemed more excited to see Loki them you and made your way to the park in a comfortable silence. You were standing in the clearing throwing the ball for Archie when loki suddenly cleared his throat "may i...can I ask you something?" He asked fidgeting with his fingers "yeah sure." You smiled up at him "you seem...nervous around me..." he trailed off looking down "do i..." He started taking a deep breath "are you frightened of me?" He asked quietly, his eyes slowly meeting yours "what!? No!" You rushed out seeing him flinch "sorry, didn't mean to yell." You laughed seeing him smile "come here." You said sternly walking towards the bench, sitting down he took a seat next to you.

"No Loki, I'm not scared of you" you sighed looking down "but, the things I've done...to this city, to your people..." you cut him off holding your hand up "no, I don't want to hear it" You said turning to face him "that was then, this is now. Our past doesn't define who we are." You said watching him look down to his lap "besides, I heard what you did wasn't your choice." You said, his eyes shooting to yours "my point is, we all make mistakes, who are we to judge others for what they've done." You shrugged seeing his eyebrows furrow "then...why..." He asked watching you "i...ugh..." you growled rubbing your temples "your gonna think im weird." You laughed, his face turning serious "I assure you I will not." He said sternly as you nodded "I am nervous around you because..." you bit your lip looking down feeling his intense stare om you "ugh because your hot ok!" You yelled making him flinch.

"I'm...hot?" He asked, confusion on his face "yes! Look at you! Your face looks like someone sculpted you, your hair looks like the softest thing on the planet, you have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen, and your accent...I could literally listen to you all day." The words rushed out of you as he stared blankly at you making you laugh nervously "aaaand now you think im weird." You said frowning. "No, I do not it's just..." he started when Archie ran over to him, setting the ball down at his feet you watched him lean over picking it up "I've never had anyone say such things of me." He said quietly before throwing the ball across the clearing, Archie bolting after it "what!? No your messing with me." You laughed sitting back.

"Truly, in Asgard people favored brawn over..." he trailed off waving his hands over himself "they preferred my brother." He said sitting back crossing his arms "Well they're stupid then." You said hearing him laugh loudly "sorry, I didn't mean...all I'm saying is they clearly had no taste cause you are..." you started, your eyes roaming up and down his slender frame "I am what?" He asked quietly raising an eyebrow "beau..." you cleared your throat looking into his eyes "beautiful." You whispered seeing a light pink blush spread across his cheeks before quickly looking away. "if it isn't too forward, I think you are lovely as well." He said barely loud enough to hear. "Well...thank you." You said unable to help the smile on your face.

"Would you...if you would like to...could i..." He sighed turning to face you "would you accompany me to dinner?" He asked. You looked over seeing him biting his lip, his eyes searching yours "loki, I would love to." You said seeing him smile "excellent! Would tonight be too soon?" He asked making you smile "no not at all, let me get your number so I can send you my address." You smiled pulling your phone out seeing him look down. "I am unsure what my number is." He said pulling his phone out "Stark only recently gave this to me." He said staring at it. "May i?" You asked holding your hand out he placed it in your waiting palm. Quickly typing in your number your saved it before calling yourself "perfect, now you have me on there." You said handing it back to him.

"Well I better go get ready, I have a date with a prince tonight." You winked standing up loki following suit "is eight o'clock alright?" He asked with a smile "yes, that's perfect." You said staring into his eyes again. "Are you alright y/n?" He asked waving his hand in front of you "yes! Sorry...I just...i got lost in your eyes for a second." You said hearing him laugh "until this evening my lady." He said gently grabbing your hand lifting it to his lips again "until tonight good sir." You said doing your best curtsy almost falling over when his large hands grabbed your shoulders "careful, I wouldn't want you broken before our date." He winked "definately after though." You said under your breath "what was that?" He asked, a smile spreading across his perfect face "what?...nothing! I didn't say anything!" You quickly said "Archie! Let's go!" You called out feeling the heat of his stare on you again "i...I'll see you tonight Loki." You smiled quickly making a beeline for the trees "I look forward to it darling." He called out to you, the nickname making you blush "me too!" You called back, with a quick glance over your shoulder you saw him put a hand on his chest, smiling to the sky "me too." You whispered quickly making your way home to get ready.

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sofasoap · 10 months

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In your arms

Pairing: Simon “Ghost ” Riley x F!Reader ( OC aka Mini MacTavish )

Summary: Comforting your husband after a nightmare.

Connecting to event of “Death, Comes easily”

Warning: Mature theme. Nightmare discussion ( related to PTSD ), discussion of death. Angst.

A/N : This was an extension of ANOTHER drabble/comment I wrote a while ago thanks to my midnight muse @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world ( seriously please let me sleep LOL )

Character of Mini MacTavish is from @saltofmercury fic “The Favorite MacTavish”” which she graciously let me borrow and write bit more expanded universe. Please go read her wonderful story to get bit of background

“masterlist” for more prequel to this Mini MacTavish expanded universe

You stare up at the ceiling. Eyes wide open. Fidgeting away.

It’s three in the morning. But you are not sleepy at all. Even after a solid twelve hour afternoon shift.

Oh, you should add more carrots into the twin’s lunch box….

You started making a mental listing of what you need to get from the grocery store tomorrow. Maybe that will tire your brain out and finally get some sleep.

That wallpaper is peeling off slightly beside the window… need to get Simon to fix that..

Is Johnny and Emma coming over for lunch this Sunday?

Crap the electricity bill is due soon….

Ok, this isn’t working. Your mind is even more stimulated with all these questions and a list of chores in your head.

Tucking yourself into the armchair beside the fireplace you just rekindled, armed with a generous mug of hot chocolate ( and maybe with a sneaky dash of whisky in it ) you set yourself about getting back into the historical romance novel you started a year ago but never had the time to finish.

Turn to the left, fluffing up the pillow. Nope. Not helping either. You knew that extra cup of coffee after lunch wasn’t such a good idea.

Letting out a sigh, you finally accepted that you weren’t going to get any sleep that night.

Swinging your leg over the side of the bed, you shuffle towards the lounge chair beside the window, grabbing the hand knit throw over blanket Gaz made for you last winter. Draping it over your shoulder, and quietly slipping out of the room, without waking Simon up, down towards the kitchen.

The heavy footsteps become more frantic, and you hear room doors opening and closing, and the person in question is running down the staircase.

Barely three pages in, you heard stomping noise coming from the bedroom upstairs.

You set the book down,looking up, frowning. Is one of the twins awake? But the noise sounds like it’s coming from your shared bedroom with your husband.

The next second, you saw Simon, shoulders uptight, breathing erratically, with tears streaming down his face. As soon as he spotted you curling up in the armchair, his beautiful brown eyes widened. Mixture of panic and relief evident in his eyes. Your heart aches at the sight.

Simon calls out to you. Voice quivering, like a scared little child.

Extending your hands, silently asking him what he needs.

He stares at you for the moment, before slowly moving towards you, kneeling down on both knees, enveloping his large, warm hand around yours.

“… Just want to feel you. Knowing you are here.” He whispered in a deep rumbling voice, tinged with sadness. “That you are real.” his voice broke into a sob. “ That you are alive.”

“ Oh love…” You immediately knew he had one of his nightmares again. Flash back to the bombing incident. Death of his mother and brother’s family.

“I woke up, I couldn’t find you, you weren’t there in bed, I thought the worst…” grabbing onto your hands tighter as he poured out his fear, “I thought I failed you… Just like I failed my family… I got you killed.. And the twins.. The team…” He buried his face into your lap, trying hard to control his emotion.

It pains you to see him in such a vulnerable state. A side he never shows. Not even to his most trusted team mate.

But here, in front of you, he’s not the ruthless, fearsome Ghost.

Here, he is just Simon Riley, your companion, beloved husband. The men you trust with all your life.

And he loves and trusts you enough to pour his heart and fear out to you. Laying it bare.

Pulling him up to a stand, giving him a kiss on the lip. “Come on, you should get some rest.”

Leaning forward you place a kiss on the back of his head, whispering into his ears, trying to reassure him, “I am here love. I am not going anywhere…” pulling one of your hands out from his grasp, you stroke his hair lightly, “You haven’t failed us. You saved my life that day. Both of us came home safe and sound to the children and the team at the end, right?”

Cupping his face and lifting his head up, you smiled gently, “It’s all behind us now Simon.”

“You're not coming to bed with me?” He asked in a small voice.

Looking at the fireplace, “I can’t leave it burning overnight. Besides, I couldn’t sleep anyway, that’s why I am down here, reading a book.” pointing to the book and drink, abandoned on the side table.

“Can I stay with you?”

That is how the twins found the two of you the next morning, sleeping on the lounge, wrapped up in thick blankets, with you cocooned in Simon’s embrace, with a contented smile on both of your faces.

The sweet twins woke both you and Simon up, with simple breakfast and tea all ready on the table for both of you.

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dollygirl808 · 4 months

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Ch 1 of A Helping Paw

Obsessive! Werewolf/Weredog 141(+extra) x Chubby! OC Freya

Freya was just trying to have a nice, relaxing getaway vacation with her boyfriend to her old childhood home, to get away from the loud, crowded city, when a big, kind of obsessive dog quite literally forced his way onto her lap and into her life. All of a sudden, there's a second dog. Then another, and another, until suddenly she found herself with a whole pack of dogs! Little does she know, they're all werewolves, not real dogs, and they're all a little (lot) in love with her.

Masterlist

Freya breathed in the crisp, fresh air of the back country as she settled in the handmade wooden bench swing, thick legs tucked under her and curled up in what was probably a real furred blanket, thermos cup sat in her lap and a book held in her hands. She was finally going to get around to reading the book she brought with her, a collection of spicy monster stories to pass the time.

It only took her a week and a half to open the thing, already over halfway done with her getaway vacation, that she was supposed to spend the majority of time being with her boyfriend, Jake.

Of course, he had to complain about it being too cold even though it was technically summer and wasn't even snowing, and then he got sick and acted like the world was ending. Even though it was more likely just sinuses acting up due to the pressure changes, and he was only sick for three days.

They had a couple of cute date nights, one even in town at the most adorable little seafood restaurant by the lake, another out shopping for cute memories and little knickknacks, and another inside watching an old movie she loved as a kid on the nice big wall-mounted TV in the living room, eating popcorn and deer jerky and local-made beer.

It had been really fun, in between all of their bickering little spouts where he nitpicked and insulted her childhood home, where she grew up with her parents and grandfather, pointing out all the small little differences and imperfect coloring in the wooden beams, all fit together by hand by her grandfather and great-grandfather.

But she wasn't here to fight, she was here to relax and get away from the stresses of the big city, clear her mind and get ride of her writers block.

So she sank into her book, gets a good thirty pages in before the sound of rustling leaves had her looking up, and spotting a massive, chocolate brown dog standing just outside of the treeline, striking baby blue eyes standing out against the fur.

She can't tell if it's some sort of wolf dog hybrid or maybe just an all brown German shepherd, albeit a massive one. Perhaps a wolf German shepherd hybrid? She blinked at the dog curiously, setting down her book, and it broke eye contact first, glancing down as it sniffed at the grass.

It just sort of lingered in the area, nosing around the grass and occasionally glancing up at her, fluffy brown ears perked foward. Doesn't approach, doesn't bark, doesn't show any aggressive signs.

From afar she can sort of see a black collar around its neck, so she assumed it was just a neighbor or hikers pet who wondered off. Someone might come by to collect him, or call him back, or he'll just wonder off again on his own. She's pretty sure one of her closest neighbors has a dog for two, used to hear the bark or howl on occasion when she was kid.

Then again that was a long time ago- he might not even live there anymore, not that she's really had any time to say hi to anyone. Not worried about the dog, she goes back to reading.

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Freya sipped at her hot chocolate, then nibbled on her local treat she bought when she went into town yesterday as she finally gets to the fun part of the story, when suddenly she heard the old steps creek and looked up only to be met with bright blue, curious eyes. She let out a shocked shout as she spotted the dog much closer than before, two paws on the bottom steps of her porch.

He had managed to sneak up on her completely silently, not that she was particularly paying attention to it with her nose in her book, but it still startled her.

She took a calming breath to help ease her nerves as he climbed the steps with a bit of hesitancy, head ducked and ears relaxed, like he recognized that he'd scared her- even if only briefly. She tried not to panic as it stood between her and her front door, blocking her only reasonable escape. It wasn't here to hurt her, probably, but that didn't mean she loved feeling trapped.

"Hi pretty boy," Freya cooed softly, staying where she was, "Are you friendly? Can you sit?" She asked, and the massive pup took a few more steps forward before sitting down in front of her, tail thumping softly against the wooden panels.

"Oh, that's a good boy," She praised, and carefully held out her hand knuckles first incase he decided to give her a warning nip. He sniffed curiously at her fingers before giving her whole hand a lick, long tongue lapping between her fingers.

She took that as a sign of friendship and gently pat between his ears, and immediately he stood up and bullied his big head onto her lap, nearly knocking over her thermos and little bowl of snacks.

It made her laugh, and she ruffled the fur on his neck while checking his collar for a name, and maybe the number of his owner if they were responsible. After some amount of struggling, considering he kept nosing at her arms with his long muzzle and practically demanded to be pet more, she found out his name is Soap and managed to dial the number on the back of his tags.

It immediately goes to voice-mail, and she's not too surprised or dissapointed, good consistent service is hard to get out here, so she left a message, "Hi! My name is Freya and I think I've found your dog, Soap?" He perked up at his name.

"He just wondered up to me on my porch, beautiful big brown boy, he hasn't given me any trouble or anything. I'm not sure if you live close, I used to live out here in the country side and I moved away a few years ago, but I'm just here on vacation. Anyways, give me a call back whenever you can and I could drive him back to your house or we could meet up somwhere in town, depending on where you live. Promise he's safe with me for the time being and I'll take care of him as best as a can until then, but I hope to hear back from you soon." She hung up then, putting her phone away as she pet him.

"Guess you're stuck with me for a while, huh boy?" She asked, rubbing her thumb over his ear, "Let's get you some water, yeah?"

Soap backed up to give her room as she stood up, gathering her little blanket and cup and snacks and book in her hands before leading him inside, dumping everything on the couch before digging through the bottom cabinets and looking for her grandfather's dogs old bowl, buried behind pots and pans. It's just a cheap flimsy metal bowl with a little raised bone on the front, and she fills it up in the sink before placing it down on the kitchen tile.

Only after she stood up did he lap at the water, and Freya left him to it as she went to her bedroom to get changed, he was going to need some food after all, and a few leftover peices of turkey wouldn't cut it. He was absolutely massive, after all.

It took her a moment, but eventually she settled on the outfit she wore when she went into town on the first day, a long white skirt with roses and a high slit along with a long sleeve red top that had a sweetheart neckline. There are only a couple of months where it's actually warm enough to show some skin, and that's why she was here at this time of the year instead of any other.

It would be hard to fully enjoy a getaway vacation with her boyfriend if they were both bundled up under layers and layers of proper winter gear, after all.

She dug around in a closet for an old leash, it's leather and peeling but it'll have to do. She hoped Soap wouldn't give her any trouble being leashed up.

"Soap, come on boy. Wanna go for a car ride?" She asked in a high pitched voice, half bent over and half leaning on the back of the couch to do the strap on her red and tan platform wedge sandals, with little bows over the edge of the open-toed shoe. Her toenails were painted white match her perfectly manicured nails, this was supposed to be a lovers getaway vacation after all.

Soap abandoned the bowl as soon as she called his name, nearly running into her legs in his excitement. He lapped at her tan calf peaking out through the slit in her skirt and let out a happy ruff.

He tried to nose and sniff at her crotch through the skirt no less than three times while she attempted to do up her other ankle strap, but eventually stopped and sat patiently when she just pushed his wet nose away with a playful scolding every time.

Freya opened the back door to the red truck, and he hopped in before she could even say anything. She gave him a quick pat between the ears and some praise before climbing into the driver's seat, tossing her brown bag and leash onto the passing seat and connecting her phone to bluetooth to play music.

Just after she's buckled up and about to turn on the car, Soap jumps over the center console and sits himself in the passenger seat instead, kicking her things into the floor space as he settled on his side, body laid over the console and big paws and head in her lap.

She attempted, and failed, twice to lift him up and get him off of her, at least put him on the center console instead of on her lap, but he doesn't budge even one inch, even thinks it's a bit of a game as his tail thumped happily against the car door. It doesn't take her long to give up, he clearly just wants to be close. Maybe this was what he was used to?

When she started driving, she took it very slow at first, wanting to make sure he wouldn't move around too much or misbehave. No one else is really around anyways, so she can afford to go like 20 miles an hour while she tests the waters. To his credit, the pup behaves perfectly and eventually she speeds up to the speed limit, and it only takes them an hour to get into town.

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After parking she turned the car off, took off her seatbelt and leaned over the fluffy menace to get her bag and the old leash, resulting in a few slopy doggy kisses to her face and neck that she has to wipe off when she sits up.

"Soap, gross!" Freya complained, half-smiling half scrunching up her face as she lifted the bottom of her skirt to get rid of the warm slober he left behind.

She hooked the leash on him no problem, then hesitantly opened her door and got out. "Come on boy, be good and don't pull me please," She called, patting her thigh to encourage him to come out. She tightened the leash in her hand when he stood up, but he only hopped out nice and easy, and stood next to her as she closed the door.

"Good boy, good boy," She cooed, patting between his ears. He soaked up the praise, nearly knocking her over with his weight alone as he leaned into her legs and touch, brown fluffy tail kicking up dust as it wagged.

She stepped back, snorting at the way he stumbled and almost fell without her support. "Let's go Soap, c'mon," She told him, holding the leash loose ad she walked forward confidently.

Immediately, he fell into step next to her, almost a perfect heel. Didn't stray far enough for any tension to be on the leash, only let his nose fall to the ground when a scent was particularly interesting, and barely paid a glance at people walking by, complimenting and cooing at him fron afar.

Freya thought that whoever owned Soap must be pretty good at training and raising dogs, because he's essentially a perfect gentleman. They walk into the local pet shot without any problems, and she said hi to the worker before trying to find him some food that he liked. That was the only problem they had the entire time.

She bought another bowl, because she only had one at the moment and he would need water and food at the same time. She also bought a few toys and chews, because she didn't need anything in her old family home to end up broken or chewed on, the entire house was made of wood after all. She even bought a new leash, a simple black nylon leash that wasn't pealing and practically as old as she was.

And if she felt a little ridiculous for buying all of these different things, despite the possibility that he'd be gone within the next couple of hours? Well, Soap couldn't possibly judge her for those things. Maybe she was being a little much, buying him toys and treats like he'd be sticking around for a while, but she needed something to do while her boyfriend was out and about without her, on a hike at a nearby national park with a tour guide for most of the day.

He'd be back either super duper late, around 3am or 5am, or he'd take a rest at a hotel and drive back in the morning and get home at around 10am. Either way she'd be alone for the day, simply because hiking with Jack wasn't very fun.

Not that she didn't enjoy it, she'd spent plenty of her childhood exploring the surrounding woods both with her father and alone. Hiking with him just felt like a massive production that was about doing it to brag that you did rather than because you enjoyed it, which really sucked all the fun out of it.

She had already promised Soap she'd buy him all those things, let him pick and choose which ones he wanted, so she couldn't possibly go back on her word now, even if she felt a little silly.

When the worker offered her a couple pieces of different kibble for him to sample after she explained her situation, he turned his nose up at all of them, some he didn't even bother to sniff before knocking them out of her hand or just completely ignored them. It was like he didn't even consider it edible!

To be fair it was dry dog kibble, but also on the other side wasn't he a dog?! Just what the heck was his owner even feeding him, anyways? Raw meat?

The idea clicked in her mind, and she sighed. "You're a spoiled boy aren't you?" Then she turned to the worker and asked about raw food, to which she sadly explained that they didn't have anything like that here, which wasn't surprising. Thankfully, she directed her to the buchers just on the outskirts of town who might be able to help. So, naturally, she loaded up her temporary pup and headed out there.

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forever-rogue · 2 years

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more of dad!steve!! or steve in general 😭🥺 I really like meet cutes so if you like writing those I’d love to read them🌸

AN | Okay, so we have single dad Steve, a meet cute, and some Halloween 🥺🥰

Warnings | None (potential cavity warning)

Pairing | Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.7k

Masterlist | Steve, Main

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“Daddy!” Steve hadn’t realized just how much he’d zoned out until he felt the soft tugging on his hand. He shook his head to himself and looked down to find his daughter staring back up at him with those big, soft eyes that perfectly matched his. She grinned, her little smile gap-toothed and beaming as she reached for his hand, “can I get a hot chocolate?”

“What?!” he pretended to be shocked as he crouched down so he was eye-level with her, “you don’t want a coffee?”

“Eww,” she giggled, shaking her head so her little pigtails bounced roguishly, “coffee is icky and ‘s for grown ups.”

“Fine you little party pooper,” he gently stroked her chubby little cheek before standing back up. She tugged on his pant leg before extending her arms towards him, “what baby?”

“Up!”

“Up what?”

“Up please,” she giggled as he scooped her up in his hands and balanced her on his hip. He peppered her face with soft kisses, prompting her to bury her face in his chest, “you’re silly, daddy.”

“I’m learning from the best, Daisy Mae,” he insisted, walking into the small cafe they’d spotted on their way back from the pumpkin patch. She’d practically begged him to go, insisting that everyone would be going so she had to as well. It wasn’t like he was hard to convince; he’d do anything for his daughter, “so, you’re settled on hot chocolate?”

“With ‘mallows please,” she said firmly as she put her little hand on his face to make sure he heard her. He put on a serious expression and nodded as he started to walk up to the counter.

“Whatever you want, kid,” he snuggled her just a little tighter, his heart full to bursting with love for his daughter.

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“Can we go trick-or-treating this year?” Daisy paused her coloring for a moment, looking up at Steve, who was glancing through the paper. Her eyes were twinkling with an excited little glint, “Uncle Dusty said he would take me. Him and Uncle Eddie.”

“Oh he did, did he?” Steve set down his paper and watched her as she went back to her little project after nodding fervently, “that sounds like a party more than anything, kiddo. Did he also promise you that he could eat all the candy?”

“I dunno,” she sing-sang as she avoided looking at Steve. He grinned softly before reaching over and tickling her side. She started squirming and giggling, dropping her crayon, a bright smile on his own face, “okay, okay! He promised me that we could eat lots and lots of candy!”

“That’s what I thought, little monster!” he leaned back and watched her calm down, her giggles slowly subsiding. Before she came into his life, before he finally became a father, he never thought he possessed so much love in his body. But the day she was born, when he first held her in his arms and she looked back at him with those big, brown eyes, he fell in love all over again - he learned what pure and absolute love was.

“Does that mean we can go?” she asked eagerly and he nodded without a moment of hesitation. Who was he to deny his baby girl?

“We can go,” he promised as she clapped her little hands, “we still have to figure out our costumes though!”

“I wanna be a dalmatian,” she stated as though he should have already known this, “you can be one too!”

“Okay,” she’d had an affinity for dalmations since she was still a baby for whatever reason. Maybe he’d shown her 101 Dalmatians too many times… “or maybe a pirate. Or a rockstar like Uncle Eddie.”

“You’ve still got some time to make up your mind,” he leaned across the table and tenderly fixed one of the pretty purple bows on her pigtails. She loved them and had insisted that she wear them today because she had to look her very best, “pirates are pretty cool. I was a pirate a lot when I was a kid.”

“Really!?”

“Mhmm,” he took his napkin and wiped a few crumbs off her face. He’d so naturally fallen into father mode once she’d been born. He really was meant for this, he’d decided, “I’m going to run to the bathroom before we head to Aunt Nancy and Uncle Jonathan’s house for dinner, okay? Will you be a good girl and wait here for me? Or do you need to go too?”

“‘m okay,” she was already lost back in her drawing, “I’ll wait.”

“Alright, I’ll be right back.”

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You’d been curled up in one of the big armchairs near the quaint cafe’s fireplace, reading through your battered copy of Pride and Prejudice for what seemed like the hundredth time. Lizzy Bennet’s climatic speech was just a page turn away, but something else caught your attention and prompted you to lower your book.

To your surprise you found a little girl, bright eyed and rosy cheeked looking back at you with a shy smile on her pretty face. You couldn’t help but match her smile as you dogeared the page and set your book down on the side table that also housed your coffee and muffin crumbs.

“Hi,” you said softly as she nervously played with her hands. You told her your name in the hopes that it would soothe her nerves as you held out your hand to her, “what’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Daisy,” her small voice was soft and you couldn’t help but think that Daisy suited her perfectly, “well, Daisy Mae. But daddy usually calls me that when he’s being serious.”

“Oh, I see,” you nodded as if it all made perfect sense to you. But you had instantly decided you liked the small girl, “well then, miss Daisy, is your daddy here with you? Or your mama?”

“Just my daddy,” she explained, peeking over her shoulder almost as if to make sure he wasn’t there, “I don’t have a mom.”

“O-oh, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have just assumed,” your face grew warm with embarrassment but she just shrugged it off.

“‘s okay,” she stepped over to you and you could see her curious brown eyes shift to your hair, “it’s always been just me and daddy. I like your bow, it’s really pretty.”

“My bow?” your brows knitted as you reached up, fingertips finding the soft fabric of the bow of your makeshift headband, “oh! Thank you, sweetheart. I like your bows too, they’re pretty, and between you and me, purple is one of my favorite colors!”

“Yours is purple too,” she observed astutely, “and I like the pumpkins and ghosts on it. Halloween’s my favorite!”

“I knew you were amazing,” you set your feet on the floor and leaned in closer to her, “it’s my favorite too! That’s why I got this scarf to use as a bow! And this sweater - makes me look like a big pumpkin, huh?”

“It’s pretty too,” she grew shy, “you’re really pretty.”

“You’re so sweet,” you didn’t know why but the compliment from this young girl made your whole day - if not your whole week, “but you’re really pretty too.”

“Whaddya reading?”

“I’m just reading-”

“Daisy Mae Harrington,” the name fell between the two of you sternly as you looked up to find who you assumed was her father coming over. Your eyes widened at the sight of the young man; he was incredibly handsome, even though worry was etched onto his features, “baby, I asked you to wait at the table.”

“I did,” she painted the picture of pure innocence as she smiled sweetly at him, “but then you took too long.”

“I was gone for five minutes,” his hands perched on his hips as he looked down at her; something told you that he’d taken this stance many times in the past, “you can’t just walk away, honey. Not everyone is nice and wants to be your friend.”

She looked at you and took a step closer before pointing and repeating your name, “she’s my friend now.”

“Daisy,” despite his pseudo-firm tone, you could see his expression soften, “you’re a troublemaker, kid.”

“Sorry,” she ran to him and wrapped her short little arms around his legs, “I love you, daddy.”

“I love you too,” he let out a small sigh of relief, “can you do me a favor and go get your coloring book and crayons? Don’t dilly-dally and come right back, yeah?”

“Okay. No silly-dillying,” you chuckled lightly at her interpretation of what he had said before she toddled away to a table across the room.

You stood up and offered him your hand, feeling nervous now that it was just the two without the buffer of the precious girl that had easily stolen your heart. You glanced at his hand and noted the lack of a wedding ring. Would he be mad that you were being so friendly with his daughter? Would he think you were trying to steal her? Or something worse?

“H-hi,” your voice cracked as he shook your hand, just a much larger one easily engulfing yours, “I’m sorry, I hope I wasn’t overstepping. She came over and was such a sweetheart. She was asking about my hair, well hair bow.”

“Steve,” the corner of his mouth quirked up as his heart skipped a few bets. You really were stunning and he wasn’t surprised that Daisy had been drawn to you, “I’m her father…obviously. I hope she wasn’t a bother.”

“Not at all,” you promised, “she’s pretty rad if Halloween is her favorite.”

“Oh yeah, she loves it,” he shook his head fondly, “anything and everything Halloween. We just got back from the pumpkin patch - kid had the time of her life.”

“I don’t blame her,” you spied her skipping back over to you, “who doesn’t love a good time at the patch, eating sweets, going through the maze, and picking the perfect pumpkins? It’s a dream!”

“It was,” Daisy grinned as she reached for Steve’s hand, her little backpack slung over her shoulder, “Daddy got us five pumpkins!”

You looked up at him, noticing just how similar they were in looks and mannerisms. He shrugged as if to say what can you do?

“That sounds amazing,” you admitted, “I used to love going too, but it’s been a few years.”

“We’re going to the other pumpkin patch next week,” you could practically hear the gears in her head turning, “you should come with us!”

If you thought you grew nervous and worried, then Steve must have felt that ten times over. His cheeks grew a brilliant crimson and his eyes darted between his triumphant young daughter and you. Looking like a fish as his mouth opened and closed a few times, he found him speechless.

“That is so very kind of you to offer,” you took over for him and decided to spare him from being the proverbial bad guy. Daisy’s smile flickered for a moment and you couldn’t help but crouch down so you were level with her, “and that sounds really fun, but I don’t know if I can make it. Plus, you’d have to ask your daddy first.”

“He’s okay with it,” she insisted and you had to hold back a snort, “he thinks you’re pretty. He was looking at you since we got here.”

“Daisy!”

If there was ever a time for the ground to split and swallow him, it was now. But no matter how much he willed it, nothing happened and he was left standing there like a fool. Daisy Harrington was way too smart and perceptive for her own good; he hadn’t even mentioned a word and she knew precisely where his head was at.

“I’m sure that’s not it,” trying to play it cool, you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, “it’s probably because of my very bright sweater.”

“No,” she shook her head with a smile, “will you please come? It’ll be fun. Please?”

How were you supposed to say no to this bright, witty little thing? You looked back up at Steve who seemed desperately anxious despite his small smile, “you’re more than welcome to come. Like this little troublemaker insists, it’ll be lots of fun.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” his expression softened at the gentleness of your voice. He could honestly say that he’d never expected his daughter to end up being his wingman. But truth was, he had noticed you as soon as he walked in, something drawing him to you. He’d never planned on saying anything though; dating was hard as an adult….dating as a single father was almost impossible. It seemed like as soon as anyone found out he had a daughter, they were suddenly disinterested. But you’d already proven yourself to be different.

You shot one last little look at Daisy who was clasping her little hands together in excitement - there was no way you could turn her down. You undid the bow in the scarf in your hair and held out towards her, “I’ll come on one condition - you hold onto this for me, okay?”

“Really?” her big doe eyes lit up as you nodded and she eagerly took, clutching it to her chest, “I’ll have daddy put in my hair just like yours!”

“Manners please, sweetheart.”

“Thank you,” she lunged into your arms and wrapped her small limbs around you. It caught you off guard for a moment, but you found it easy to hug her right back, “I wanna wear it to the patch!”

“It’ll be perfect!”

“Daisy, will you do me a favor and go get some napkins from that counter to take with us?” Steve had his hand on the small of her back and she nodded before skipping over. The two of you both looked at each other shyly, “I’m sorry about her - she just gets so excited about…most things.”

“Don’t be,” you promised with a gentle touch of his arm, “she’s wonderful. I work around a lot of kids, but she’s definitely up there already on my top of awesome ones. Thank you for inviting me and going along with it, I know when they’ve got their minds made up, they’re hard pressed to be changed. You can just tell her I couldn’t make it…I don’t want to intrude.”

“You wouldn’t be, not at all,” his heart was racing as he tried to figure out a way to convince you to come, “she’d love it if you were there…a-and so would I.”

“I suppose I can’t disappoint both of you…” reaching into your bag, you quickly pulled out your notebook and ripped out a page before scribbling down your number. He took it with reddened cheeks, “you can call me when you decide to go and I’ll make sure to put it on my calendar.”

“Wow,” he sounded so dreamy that it made your knees weak, “definitely. I’ll call you. I’ll-”

“Daddy!” Daisy waved a stack of napkins as she came back over. Her little face pulled into a forlorn expression.

“Come on trouble,” he bent down and picked her up so effortlessly that made your heart skip, “I guess we’ll see you soon then!”

“I hope so,” you agreed, “it was nice to meet you Daisy…and you too, Steve.”

“Bye!!” Daisy waved her small hand frantically, “I’ll keep the scarf safe.”

“I know you will,” you touched her chubby pink cheek fondly, before looking at Steve, “bye Steve.”

“Bye…for now,” he shot you a wink as Daisy yawned and snuggled into his chest, “I guess someone needs a nap. See you soon though, sweetheart.”

With a final little wave, he turned and started to make his way to the door. His footsteps felt like molasses; he didn’t want to leave, and instead wanted to soak up your warmth and bask in your golden light just that much longer.

Outside in the fresh air, Daisy seemed renewed as she pulled back to look at her father, “you are nothing but trouble, you know that kiddo?”

“No,” she grinned, “I was helping!”

“Mhmm,” he shook his head before pressing a kiss to her temple, “of course you were. Don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Me neither,” her serious tone caused him to laugh softly as he rubbed her back, “she was really nice and pretty.”

“She was,” he agreed, “and luckily, we’ll get to see her again soon!”

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spence-tober: day 4 - dog walker

pairing: dog walker!spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: in which you get a bit side tracked on a walk around the park by a dog named Tinsel and a cute guy named Spencer

word count: 1901

warnings: overload of cuteness from dogs, dog matchmaker???, fluff (haha get it, cause dogs and fur)

spence-tober masterlist

You hadn’t expected a simple trip around the park would nearly have you banged up on the side of the walking pavement. Really, you had only been skipping one song on your playlist, looked at your phone for half a second while crossing a fork in the park’s path.

You had even looked both ways before glancing down at your phone. The only thing in your path was a man walking a handful of dogs. You both had spotted each other, you moved to the side and he to the other, dragging quite a few leashes with him, and went on your way in different directions.

Or so you thought.

One moment you thought you were fine, changing to a song more to your liking for your relaxing walk about the park and the next you tripped over a leash and fell face forward towards the ground.

However, before you could quite literally eat the concrete of the park path, you crashed into a body instead and still tumbled out of control, this time, towards the grassy sides of the path.

You let out a squeal that you note is quite embarrassing and try and ground yourself. It’s hard, there is still a leash intertwined between your legs and also other legs between tangled between you.

“Oh!”

“Sorry!”

“Excuse me!”

“Uh, um!”

“Give me a second!”

You and this unknown person banter back and forth as you try and untangle and get off the ground and back into your bearings.

While you try and move around a bit, a panting white dog comes into your view and you recognize it immediately. You reach out to pet it, but a hand comes and takes yours.

“Sorry, excuse me.” Someone says. It’s the man who’s unlucky tumble as tangled into you.

The same man who you mused to be walking the handful of dogs. Perhaps you hadn’t paid attention enough or maybe you would have recognized the white pup.

Luckily the mystery man isn’t dressed to the nines, so you don’t feel quite as bad as ending up in the grass with him. He’s tall, you can tell that even as you both are on the ground together. He has a messy mop of brown hair just long enough to bother at his eyes and curl around his ears. Looking into his eyes, you note that they’re chocolate brown, much like his hair.

“Oh,” You say, your instinct is to take your hand away from the gentle yet firm grip he has.

He grunts and finally pushes himself up from the ground, then offers you a hand up as well. The various dogs that had been connected onto leashes in his hand have calmed down enough for the two of you to untangle and get your bearings. Both of your clothes are slightly askew, but other than that, no damage seems to be done.

“Thank you,” You say earnestly, taking his hand once again in yours and letting him help pull you up onto solid ground.

His hand is much larger than yours, it almost envelops yours entirely with only the palm. The leashes that were once in his hand are clipped on a carabiner on a belt on his waist.

“Are you okay?” He asks. There’s a tinge of worry in his expression.

You nod, “Yep, I seem to be okay.” You look over yourself once or twice to make sure. “How are you?”

He also nods, “Good, good. I am so sorry.” He apologizes, “I thought I had given you enough room so we could both pass by, but my dog here darted right towards you. She’s usually so calm. I have no idea why she did that.”

You shake your head and look at the dog he gestures to, it’s the white, small one. The one who came up to you when you were still face first into the ground.

“It’s okay,” You say with a smile. You go to pet the dog again when the man interrupts you again before your hand reaches the pup.

“Sorry, I have to ask that you don’t pet her.” He says with a wince, like he’s embarrassed to say that.

“I’m a dog walker and these aren’t my dogs.” He explains, “I have to ask that you don’t pet any of them. It’s for your safety and theirs, plus the owners like the peace of mind.”

You nod, “I totally understand.” You say, retracting your hand then pointing at the dog.

“That’s Tinsel, right?” You ask.

The man looks confused, but nods, confirming what you were already suspecting.

“Tinsel’s owner is my best friend.” You clarify. You pull out your phone and show a picture of you, your friend, and the dog, Tinsel. “Sometimes I watch Tinsel when my friend goes out of town so she probably got a little excited to see me.”

“I didn’t even see her in the pack of dogs when you were walking towards me on the path.” You describe, “I’m so sorry. That’s my bad.”

“Oh,” The man chuckles a little bit, “That makes a lot of sense. Don’t worry about it. Tin, here, is usually so calm that I didn’t have a tight hold on her leash. When she darted towards you, she jerked my arm and I crashed into you. So, I’m sorry.”

You shrug it off, “No harm was done, so it’s all good.” You give him a smile and a small wave, “Hope the rest of your walk goes well.”

Taking a few steps in the direction your were originally going (past the cute guy with all the dogs), you hear him chatter to the dogs behind you.

“Tinsel, come.”

“Tinsel. Tinsel, come!”

You decide to look back over your shoulder to see Tinsel, standing and staring at you, unmoving from the dog walker’s commands. The rest of the dogs on the leashes, you can tell, just grow ever more impatient in the stop in their walk.

You catch the cute dog walker’s eye and make contact, he blushes when Tinsel refuses to listen to him. Him struggling to get the small white dog moving.

“Tinsel.” He tries demanding this time, “Come.”

It does nothing.

The dog’s eyes still are locked on you and Tinsel has the audacity to have her tail wagging, making the dog walker laugh in exasperation. You grin shyly and wander back over to the man.

Once you reach him, Tinsel spins around twice and her tail starts flipping back and forth even faster. She heads off in the direction of the other dogs waiting, but keeps looking back to see if you’re still there.

“Um,” The man says shyly and slightly embarrassed by the situation. The tips of his ears are reddened. “Would you mind walking in this direction?” He asks, “Just until I can get Tin, here, to follow me?”

You laugh, “Sure, why not.” You agree.

“My name’s Spencer, by the way.” He, Spencer, says while you join him in his stride, a slow walk to allow the dogs to sniff around their surroundings. You offer him your name in return.

“So,” You start saying while minding your way, being careful with the dogs walking around the pair of you. “Dog walking?” You inquire. “You must really be a dog person.”

Spencer chuckles, “Yeah, I like dogs.” His smile is reflected in his eyes, they gleam a little, you note. “I’m actually saving up to buy and run a doggy daycare, but for now, walking dogs is fun enough.”

You smile at his plans and ambition, “Aside from the endless poop and being dragged all day?” You joke.

He matches your smile and laughs with you, “Yes and you’re completely correct, the poop is endless.”

As the two of you walk through the park, a half dozen dogs leading the way, you chatter about getting to know one another and you find yourself lost in the moments you’re spending in the park.

The grassy green surroundings paired with the light blue sky with few clouds in the atmosphere. Spencer’s taller than you, but that doesn’t stop either of you from making eye contact while talking or even when just walking in a comfortable silence. Every now and then you steal some glances of each other, catching each other’s gaze and then blushing and quickly looking away.

Eventually, you both come to realize that you’ve ended up exactly at the fork in the path you had tumbled in beforehand, walking in a complete circle to return where you had started. Spencer’s phone buzzes in his pocket, making the whole group (You, Spencer, Tinsel, and the five other dogs) come to a stop.

“Oh,” Spencer says looking down at his phone, a little dejected if you do say yourself.

Your brows furrow, “Is there something wrong?” You ask slightly worried.

Spencer shakes his head, “Actually, uh, I kinda need to get these dogs back.” He answers, a slightly sullen tone to his voice.

“Oh, right,” You say, remembering the fact that you are not just walking around the park with the man, that he’s supposed to be doing his job. “Sorry for keeping you,” You apologize, feeling slightly guilty now.

He looks up from his phone in less than a second, almost frantic in nature, “No!” He says, startling himself, you, and a couple of the dogs.

“Um, don’t apologize,” Spencer responds and expands, “I’m should be the one who’s sorry.” He offers. “I wasn’t keeping track of the dogs and indirectly tripped you and then asked you to divert your plans because I couldn’t get a dog to listen to me.”

“I wasn’t busy, I promise,” You assure, a shy smile on your lips, “I actually had a good time talking and walking with you.”

You look down at all the wagging tails, “And the dogs, of course.” You quip.

A goofy grin appears on Spencer’s face, “Of course.” He echoes in agreement.

There’s a small expression of hesitation on his face and the hand free of holding his phone comes up to rub the back of his head, “Would you, maybe, want to join me for a walk again?”

“Just the two of us?” Spencer asks nervously.

Your smile grows less shy and wider, the look of excitement impossible to keep hidden from your face, “I’d really like that, Spencer.”

A breathe of relief seems to leave Spencer, “Great, that would be, just, really great.” His hand holding the phone fumbles a little bit, “I’ll give you, uh, my number and I can text you or you can text me or, you know, we could both text each other.” He clears his throat and shakes his head slightly, a little skittish and jumpy.

You giggle at his excitability and nervousness combined. “Sure.” You keep it short, not wanting to fall into a unintelligible rant of your own.

Both of you exchange numbers and awkwardly try to see each other off. Switching between a hug and a handshake before just deciding on a small wave and a nod.

Once again, just like earlier in the day, you go off in one direction on the forked path and you look back to see Spencer going off his way (also looking back, you note) and you’re already to your car when you realize one thing with a wondering smile.

That Tinsel did not try and stop you this time.

a/n: this was really fun to write. i'm still not quite sold on the ending but i think it's pretty okay. let me know if you want more from these au's whether that's sending in specific requests for continuations, hc's, or other dribbles and blurbs. just send in an ask!

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